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Sepfy learned that gobo burrows have lots of coins and valuables, a total waste on those dum dums who just collect it cause its shiny without even knowing how to use it or the real value of it!
He had to go and steal some, he, the master thief, could put it to such better use than the stupid gobos after all. So, he prepared.
He bribed some guards to tell him where the latest gobo burrow sighting was and then went for it soon enough. How hard could it be? The stupid creatures were lazy and slow, and the caves had plenty of room to hide and run away. Yep, he figured that he had the perfect plan.
He got himself ready with the usual gear. Trusty knife, patched leather west, "borrowed" cloak and of course his chastity cage. It always kept his head cool on the job, preventing any... "distractions" he might have in the moment. And with that, he was off.
It all went smoothly at first, he found the cave, sneaked past oblivious gobos and even found the burrow. He even found where they kept their shinnies, much of which was trash but some of which were actual gold coins that he swiftly put in his "borrowing purse". It all went smoothly until it didn't.
One thing that came unexpected was just how much the burrows smelled like gobos. Musky and thick... and filled with their pheromones, something Sepfy didn't know about. By the time he filled his bag with coins the pheromones made it really, really, hard for him... literally.
His small prick started poking and soon wanted to become a full-fledged stiffy, but alas, the cage that was there to keep his head cool was preventing it. What was meant to be a way to prevent distractions now became the ultimate distraction itself! He tried to cool down, then he tried to fidget, but no matter what he did it only became worse and worse. Soon he couldn't even stay silent and one of his whimpers alerted a gobo and from there all went downhill.
Unable to move properly he stumbled and made even more noise and before long the gobos who were sluggish to his usual self were upon him. Hands and feet pinned him down, stripped him of his possessions. His struggles and protests in vain, the gobos knew just how to train disobedient pups and teach them their new place.
He whimpered in protest, but the gobos didn't care. His legs were spread as one lined onto his tight pucker. Even worse, the musky smell that was omnipresent in the caves was much stronger with gobos nearby. With all of them holding him down and being on him, it drove the small folf crazy. Had it not be for the cage... ah if he could just remove it somehow! As the sensations hit the small thief his pricky raged even stronger against the cage and he tried to beg the gobos to at least remove the chastity cage that was holding his wee wee hostage.
The gobos just proceeded to feed him his pee, filled with pheromones, knowing that it would make the pup even more sluggish and hazy. Whether they didn't understand the plight of the pup they captured, or if they didn't care was hard to tell. In the end it didn’t matter which it was for Sepfy, as he gobos would train him to accept his current position no matter the plights he might have.