"Mister, is this really this much?"

"That it is, my good customer."

Gavin's goal was simple: he had $20, and his mom told him to go and buy a new helmet...so imagine the fox/chipmunk hybrid's surprise when he found a bike helmet at only $10! It was a bargain that the 13-year-old couldn't pass up on, despite the odds. He placed the helmet on the counter and turned as he surveyed the store. It was...quiet. Gavin had been here before, though not often-- it was normally a lot busier, but Gavin had come down here after school, close towards the end of the business day. It was already 5pm, and the store closed in an hour...unfortunately, this was the only time Gavin could come. He wanted to ride his bike, but his mom refused unless he had a helmet, and he lost his other one when he forgot to bring it home from school.

"$10 then, young man." The man behind the counter, a slender fox with a narrow face and a gunmetal grey coat, beamed down at him and Gavin briefly stared as he reached into his pocket for the bills. This wasn't the first time he's met the fox, but his opinion of him was still the same; that smile had no warmth to it, and felt almost forced. The pre-teen tried not to think about it as he counted out the bills in his hand and put it on the counter, sliding it towards the man and plucking the helmet off by extension. It's surface was a vibrant mixture of green, red and yellow that might be considered flashy, but Gavin didn't mind; the green matched his eyes, and red and yellow were cool colours.

"Why don't you try it on? Just to make sure it fits." The fox suggested, and Gavin pulled it over as he turned the helmet in his hands. He couldn't really refute the man's reasoning-- Gavin was a naive boy, and easily trusting of adults. To him, it made perfect sense; it sounded like something his mom would say. He hummed his agreement and turned it until it was the right way up, before he lifted it over his head and lowered it down, putting it on.

There was something...weird about it. It wasn't that it didn't fit-- on the contrary, it was as snug as could be-- but as Gavin fastened the clip beneath to secure it to his head, he felt funny. His head felt light and he swayed on his feet for a moment. He tried to speak, but his words didn't come; he instead mumbled, his eyelids drooping as his breathing became low and heavy. The fox examined him from a distance behind the counter, and though Gavin tried his best to focus on the man, his mind grew more and more hazy and he lost focus. His vision blurred, and he tried to conjure up the thoughts to move, to lift his arms or legs, but they didn't come. His body refused to respond.

"...How is it?" The man asked from behind the counter. "Tell me how good it is."

Good...was it good? Somehow, Gavin felt compelled to agree. He mumbled his approval, and his arms moved, reaching up to his head to firmly pat the helmet with both hands. Yes...it did feel good, now that he thought about it. His body tingled with how nice it felt.

"How good?" The man continued, leaning forwards and pressing his arms to the counter. "Enough to turn you on? Does it make you horny?"

His question was confusing, and yet...he was right. As soon as those words passed his lips, Gavin's loins tingled and a giggle escaped his lips. It did feel good, in the way...

"It's almost unbearable, isn't it?" The man's voice was low and quiet. "Come around behind the counter, and I'll take care of you."

Gavin had no reason to refuse. That tingling in his loins became heavier and heavier and it made Gavin squirm. He'd never felt so horny in his entire life, despite having only recently begun to go through puberty. He followed the fox's instructions and stumbled towards the side of the counter with a flap, and he scooted beneath it-- there was no door to keep him out, only the hinged surface to stop an adult going behind the counter. He approached the fox and the man cast a glance towards the door, before he sat on a stool behind the counter, encouraging Gavin closer.

"Take off your pants." The fox commanded and Gavin obeyed, a sluggish grin spreading across his face as he reached to his shorts, clumsily tugging at the button before it acme loose. He dropped his pants with ease, and the fox stared before he reached out to grab the cub's underwear, tugging that down too. Gavin's little 4-inch cock sprung to attention once it was free of his briefs, madly twitching up and down with the arousal that surged through his body.

"You're desperate, aren't you?" The fox hummed and Gavin let out a half-squeak, half-groan, squirming on the spot. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you...daddy will make you cum."

"T-Thank you daddy..." Gavin's eyelids drooped further as his glassy-eyed expression sagged. A sigh escaped him as the adult's hand touched with his turgid little cock-- to Gavin, whose mind was not his own, it felt like heaven. Pure, unfiltered pleasure stretched all across his body in a way he'd never felt before, enough to make every nerve in his body light up with pleasurable sensations. He shuddered on the spot as the man's hand stroked back and forth-- the simple combination of that hand along with Gavin's own immeasurable, aching bliss was simply too much for the young cub. Even in his strangely mind-addled state, he was overwhelmed.

He grunted on the spot and orgasmed mere seconds after the man had touched him, spurted little dribbles of cum with such force that one landed as far as halfway up the man's forearm, dripping down his fur as another throb pooled little drips of cum into the man's palm. The next string didn't shoot as far as the first, but still reached his wrist, and the subsequent spurts of pre-teen cum lost all momentum after that. Gavin's body visibly sagged and he struggled to stand for a moment, but his mind seemed to defy his body and forced him to remain standing. All Gavin could think about, all that swam through his mind, was how good it felt, how unbearable it was, and how daddy was going to take care of it for him. No other thought penetrated the cacophony of simple, forced feelings.

"Good boy..." The fox shifted and stood, reaching up to lap at his palm as he ushered Gavin towards the counter, forcing him into a tiny space beneath it. "Daddy feels unbearable too...you'll take care of him, right?"

Gavin groaned and hummed his approval and looked up through his glasses as the fox unbuttoned his formal black trousers, letting them fall around his ankles as he wrestled a thick, knotted cock free from within his boxers. He crouched, enough for his body not to be seen above the counter, and enough for Gavin's young lips to reach the tapered end of his vulpine cock. The boy obliged, and as the man thrust into his mouth, the once simple thoughts he had before were washed away like sand at a beach, replaced by only one thing: please daddy.

And he'd do just that, over and over, until the perverted fox was satisfied...