Tamera, or Mistress Moonlight as she expected to be called, invited Jericho over to Danny’s house at least three times a week. 
More of a command if the fox could complain about it to anyone. But his best friend was no help since he was his big sister’s bitch and his mother couldn’t know that Jericho not only went to his best friend’s house to be tied up and humiliated by the older bunny girl, but that he also liked it.
He still struggled with that feeling. The tightness of ropes against his skin, the way cuffs made him immobile and at the mercy of her, how gags turned his words into slurred or garbled messages, and not to mention the way his chastity cage tormented him daily. 
“You get used to it,” his best friend said as they headed off the bus. “Though mom takes mine off whenever I sleep. Says she doesn’t want to impede my growth.”
“What?” Jericho blinked, following the gray rabbit down to his home, “What do you mean?” He learned Danny’s mom and dad were in on the fucked up rope stuff too, with Mrs. Cunningham being the house matriarch on everything. The only pants in that family were worn for appearances. 
“My mom says dicks can shrink if they’re not properly cared for in chastity. If done too early, it could be permanent. Honestly I’d rather stay locked at night but my mom is clear on it. Has Moonlight not let you out?”
Jericho would have blinked but the fox’s wide-eyed stare held his friend’s gaze. “Oh,” Danny said, scratching the back of his head like he’d just told a secret on accident, “Well, maybe if you’re more obedient she will? Couldn’t hurt to ask.”
He meant begging. There was no asking that bitch anything. Jericho hung his head as he reached the front door. His mother’s approval meant he had to come by Danny’s place whenever asked, leaving him stuck in the den of the goth bunny. 
Front door behind them, pants came next. Danny hummed with a smile as he casually pulled down his pants and undies, “Man, you cannot believe how cool it is that I can do this with you over now. Seriously, idk how people wear pants all day.”
Jericho didn’t share his friend’s enthusiasm. His chastity cage stood out, mirroring the bunny’s as they stood in the front hall. “How come she hasn’t put you in the mask?” He asked, wanting to avoid attention at his crotch. “You seem to like it.”
“The hood?” Danny corrected. At Jericho’s nod he said, “I do, but I gotta have them put it on me.”
“Is it that difficult?” It didn’t look complicated to the fox.
Danny shook his head, “No, no, it’s a, um, hierarchy thing. Anyone can just put it on. But when someone else puts it on it signifies my place to them. Kind of like when my sister locked you up.”
“That’s not how it happened.” Jericho glared.
Danny chuckled, “Right, she ‘tricked’ you with a bet. Come on dude, you don’t need to deny you’re liking it.”
Jericho held his tongue. Not because Danny thought he was right but rather that the fox didn’t feel like arguing. The only part of him that liked this was the part that found Mistress Moonlight sexy. He grit his teeth, correcting his thoughts to call her Tamera. The least he could do was keep her off some stupid pedestal in his head.
After taking their pants and undies off, both boys headed upstairs to kneel before Tamera’s door. Danny knocked to inform her they arrived. Jericho kept his head down and arms at his knees, fingers digging into his fur at the indignity of it all. Apparently it was normal for Danny to do this given the family hierarchy. Since Tamera held his cock in a metal prison, he had to follow along. 
What made it worse was the waiting. Carpeted floors hurt after a while. Tamera never answered immediately. Without a clock he couldn’t tell how long she normally made them wait. His phone stayed with his pants and lacking them meant no pockets to check. Danny didn’t share his impatience, looking like a statue in position. A far cry from the boy who wrapped his hands in his backpacks straps whenever bored at school. 
Though the hinges made no noise Jericho’s heart leapt all the same as it opened. Tamera stood in the frame, arms crossed over her black shirt with rotted angel wings depicted over it. His cursory glance up earned her a glare, reminding him of his place. Jericho gulped and looked down, passing her black skirt and eyeing the long knee-high skull-patterned socks she wore. 
“Do either of you have homework?” She asked.
“I still have math homework, Mistress Moonlight,” Danny only referred to Tamera as his sister in public, or when his parents were around. Even though they knew, his mother demanded they treat each other like siblings outside of play. Tamera had a loose definition of what play meant. So did Jericho now that he thought of it.
“And you?” Tamera asked Jericho, tapping his knees with her foot, “Do you have any homework to do?”
He didn’t. Jericho bit his lip in realizing he’d done all of it when free at school. A growing pattern he’d noticed everytime she asked him, because he’d so often say he had none just as he did now. “Good,” Mistress Moonlight said. Her praise rippled through him despite his anger. Was she smiling? He dared not look up to confirm. 
“Danny, go finish your homework. When you’re finished, come over at my instruction, otherwise you’re free to do whatever. Jericho, inside.” 
Though he knew no such thing had been clipped, the fox followed the rabbit inside by the end of a leash. It pulled his heart into his throat with red threads, strangling him with anxious desires he put up weak walls against. She closed the door behind him, sealing the fox in with the true predator. Sealing his fate. 
“I-I want my cage off.” Jericho forced himself to speak. Claws of anxiety held his head down.
The rabbit waited until she sat on the bed to respond, her legs crossed with one swinging like a pendulum. “Already making demands and speaking out of turn? Someone wants to be punished.”
“I don’t want my dick to shrink,” Jericho took a deep breath as though lost in a humid jungle. “Danny says your mom takes his cock out at night so he doesn’t get shrunk. I want my cage off at night.”
The rhythmic swing of her leg filled the silent void between them. He waited for a response that didn’t come. “Well?”
“Well what?” she asked.
“What? Can’t you see how worried I am?”
“Clear as day. It’s not my problem.”
His head shot up, “Not your–” Her foot pressed against his chest and kicked him onto his back. The weight of her heel fell on his cage, restrained enough to not hurt but remind him how temporary that was. Her face showed no anger or frustration, keeping the neutral mask of the goth bunny. 
“Yes, not my problem. My mother unlocks Danny at night because she and I have full control. He’s found in bed by choice, and we don’t need to worry about him slipping it off to toy with himself. You don’t live with us, so why should I dare risk such a luxury? Because you’re worried? How is that my problem?”
“Because-Ah!” she pressed down on his cage, letting metal and warm sock squeeze his cock and sack. 
“You are in no position to make demands, bitch. But I’m feeling merciful. I’ll give you a chance to reword your failing logic into a proper request and maybe,” she pressed down harder, “maybe, I’ll consider it.”
Whatever anger he had over her unfairness was smothered by the sudden tightness of his cage. Biting his lip and clenching his fists, the fox took a deep breath before asking again with a softer tone. “May you please let me out of my cage at night, Mistress Moonlight?” he scarcely caught himself at the end, knowing that not using her title would get him into more trouble with her.
“No,” she stated. Not said, just stated as a fact. She held her palm out to keep him silent, a trick that worked despite Jericho having every right to voice his complaints. Whatever power she had over him worked beyond the physical. “But because you made it a request, I’ll explain why. Be grateful for that.” 
He taking her foot off was more gratifying. Sitting back down, she waited until he returned to kneeling to continue. “Simply put, you haven’t done anything to earn it.”
“What?” Jericho snapped but stayed still. “How? I come over whenever you ask. I let you tie me up and do…do things,” his blushing face betrayed his discomfort, “How haven’t I earned it?”
The rabbit stayed stoic, “Those are things I expect you to do. You’re my bitch, my slave, my little bondage boy. I expect you to obey, with or without hesitation because I know you’re not some robot. I wouldn’t even call you a good boy. You’re tolerable at best. You need to be active if you want to earn things from me.”
With a shrug she added, “But if all you want is to be tied up, then I can give that to you. I like binding people. When Danny was younger I used to carry him around like some sort of suitcase. If you want your dick to earn a little freedom, I need to know you are fitting for my collar. So don’t just do the bare minimum.”
Of all the things he could have done, from screaming to borderline assaulting the teenager and wrestle for his key that she fondled around her neck, Jericho gulped and asked, “Like what?” 
That question hooked her brow and raised it. “That’s the right idea. Always be thinking of what could be good for me in situations together. If I had to give an example, I’d say my father’s massages.”
“Your dad gives you massages?” he asked.
“What? No. He’s way too old for me to enjoy that.” She shuddered at the thought, “No. Whenever my mother comes home, he offers to give her a massage. Often her feet, but anywhere she says there’s tension. Both of my parents work full time, but he makes an effort to keep her comfortable.”
He’d met Mr. Cunningham a few times when coming over. A nice man by all accounts. Every interaction he had with his wife while Jericho was in the room had a different lens to it. One that didn’t make sense when he realized Mrs. Cunningham did things for him as well. “Doesn’t your mom do the same? She’d given him a massage before.”
The goth bunny squinted back at him. “My father is my mother’s slave. How she treats their dynamic isn’t how I treat ours. You need to prove your devotion first, and even if you do there’s no guarantee I’ll treat you differently.”
“Then why should I?” He asked, knowing it could seal his caged fate for good, “If I don’t get anything better out of it?”
She tilted her head. The sole of her sock pressed against his cage, sweat pooling against it. “Because I know you like it. Even if you choose to remain blind. Why else would I bother challenging you in the first place?”
Her words coiled around his throat, pinching tight to suffocate. He didn’t know what she saw in him. He didn’t think she was wrong either. His obsession with her ties and touch brought him before her, on his knees by the fox’s own will. Her attention filled him with euphoria even as it made him feel small underneath her paws. 
“Take your shirt off,” she ordered, thoroughly done with questions. Leaving it in a pile, he listened to her opening drawers and wondered what tools of bondage she’d taken out. “Stand up, arms on your head.” 
At her command he followed, presenting himself like a prisoner before an officer of the law. Soft rope braced against the front of his chest as she wrapped it from behind. Satisfied with her length, she opened a laptop and played a video. From what he could see in the title, it was about male shibari. He kept his mouth shut, figuring he’d find out soon.
The woman in the video kept giggling to herself as she explained each tie. She worked with a chest bust and liked to prop the pecs playfully. Jericho had no bulging pecs to be prodded, not that Mistress Moonlight cared to do so with each knot of rope she applied. The black rope hugged his chest tight in an upside down star pattern, one grossly misshapen but functional. She tied his wrists by excess rope behind him. 
“Does anything hurt?” she asked. He shook his head, feeling it more akin to a heavy blanket in some areas than anything painful. “Good.” At another draw of a drawer, Moonlight pulled a leather hood over Jericho’s face. “Stop fidgeting,” she demanded, brute forcing the mask down his scalp. His ears had to be pinched out to go out the holes, followed by her soft hands shifting the mask so he could see properly. 
“I wanted to get a latex one for you, but my mother stated they’d be too expensive and you’d outgrow them fast. Leather works better for now.” 
He didn’t consider asking. Jericho wondered how similar he looked to Danny when the bunny wore his own hood. “Open up,” Moonlight commanded, pushing a thick rubber ball into his maw with straps clasped behind his head. Bound gagged, and hooded, the fox pictured himself the spitting image of what she wanted as a slave. His cock brushed up against his cage in response. 
The rabbit grabbed the fox’s sack. He winced as he followed her pull, cock and balls pulsing in her hand only for a loop of rope to slip around to tighten. Like a leash she led him by it to her closet filled with clothes and shoes, from folded to a dirty hamper of discarded garments. It was more spacious than Jericho expected, big enough for several people to sleep in if they so desired. 
Or if the owner did.
With a footstool the rabbit looped the rope through a hoop embedded into the ceiling. Forced to his tiptoes with a yank, Jericho bit into his gag at the strain as she tied the other end of his binding to a metal shelf. 
“I’m having company over soon, so I’m going to leave you here until I need you. If you behave better next time I might not have to keep you like this.” Something about her words didn’t ring true to the fox. While a smile was absent her joy wasn’t. She strummed the rope like a guitar string, biting her lip at his struggle. Worse of all, he found his erection pushing at the cage. 
She left him in darkness with the flip of a switch, leaving him with gagged breaths, creaking leather, and the straining of rope as his only companions. If he lowered back to the heels of his feet, the rope would pull too tight. He considered moving forward to lessen the strain, but darkness didn’t guarantee he could step forward without falling over. 
Then again, her words stayed with him. How he had to go beyond the basics to get rewards. It was enough to be beneath her boot, she expected worship. He told himself she deserved none, that he hated every second of his torment. But Jericho knew that was a lie.
Laughter echoed from beyond the closed door. A new voice spoke out, “I’m telling you, he’s adorable. I don’t get why you turned him down.”
Mistress Moonlight answered, her tone unchanged, “He’s not my type. He looked too clingy anyway.”
“I thought you liked clingy?”
“On my terms,” Moonlight argued, “Tommy would do anything to get laid then complain about it later. If I locked him in a belt, he’d hurt himself trying to break out.”
“Oh so you’re concerned for him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, chastity cages are expensive, especially good ones. I had to save my weekly allowance just to get one for personal use. Whereas my brother got his as a gift.”
His heart thumped against his ribcage as the voices came closer. “Speaking of which, you finally got one, right? I mean, I know you’ve picky so I thought I misheard when you said you found someone that’s not your brother.”
“You say that as if I’m fucking my brother.”
“You aren’t?”
“No. I peg him but it’s not like the family bitch has ever fucked me. Truth be told, I doubt he ever will fuck someone but that’s not really my decision.”
Strangely he didn’t think Danny would have a problem with that. In the short time Jericho learned of Danny’s role, the fox noticed a lot of things had fallen into place. Danny’s follower attitude, his nervous ticks where he rolls his backpack straps around his wrists, and candor with how his sister treats him. The bunny, if anything, looked relieved to strip down whenever they got home. 
Jericho was sure he didn’t share the sentiment, just as sure as he was that fear shot up his spine at the creaking of door hinges. Light flashed with a click, revealing two girls standing at the door within full view of his naked and bound body. Behind Mistress Moonlight and standing a foot taller was a hyena girl with a natural mohawk and toned body. He’d seen her before around school, but her name escaped him.
The hyena whistled, “Taking ‘by the balls’ literally, aren’t you?” 
“He was being bad so I saw fit to punish him. Otherwise I’d have had him waiting on his knees.” Moonlight crossed her arms as the hyena strode over, her gaze silently telling Jericho not to make a fuss. He stayed his tongue as the hyena grabbed his maw like he were an object, turning his head back and forth.
“So, who is he?” she asked, “I don’t think we have many fox boys in our class.”
“Why does that matter, Victoria? He’s my bitch, plain and simple.”
Victoria let go, holding her hands up as though she’d touched a nerve. “Sorry for being curious. Just want to make sure I don’t accidentally fuck him in the lockerroom or something.”
Jericho’s eyes went wide at that. Moonlight stepped between them, hand on his chin but her attention toward the hyena, “I thought the point of you getting a boyfriend was so that you’d stop fucking boys at random?”
Victoria cackled, “I mean, kinda? I’m still gonna fuck people I beat, but that’s just winner takes all. Besides it’s not like you invited me over not to play with your dolls. You’re not the kind of girl to just put them on a shelf, never to be touched.”
Moonlight circled around and embraced Jericho from behind, “You may be my friend but this one is mine. He’s a long way away before I’ll feel comfortable sharing him.”
He kept his complaints silent as the two girls prattled. Jericho did have fantasies of being shared around by multiple women before, but to see it talked about so brazenly had him questioning the idea. Victoria raised her brow at Moonlight’s decree. Hands on her hips, she sniffed the hooded fox and smiled. “Oh…you haven’t popped his cherry yet.”
Moonlight’s fingers dug into his fur. “Don’t act like you can sniff that, Victoria.”
“I don’t need to when I get your reaction. Besides, it’s a good thing you haven’t yet.” The hyena clasped her crotch and swung her denim covered hips forward, “Virgins take a lot of lube for me.”
His butt clenched tight, earning a snicker at the hyena’s notice. “Aww, he’s afraid of being touched down there, isn’t he? You worried it’s gay, bitch? Worried that a stronger woman taking your ass will suddenly make you crave cock?”
Mistress Moonlight stopped her friend from touching him. “He’ll learn in time. Can you unhook him from the wall?” Unlike the rabbit, Victoria was tall enough to reach the ceiling by the tips of her toes. After untying the rope from the wall the two girls led Jericho out the closet by the impromptu leash tight around his sack. Danny was waiting for them in her bedroom, naked save for the chastity belt, limb cuffs, and the gimp mask. Like Jericho, his hands were bound except they were locked forward with a metal clasp between the two cuffs. 
The girls ignored the gimp bunny. Moonlight climbed over her bed, keeping her rope taut so Jericho followed. “Today we’re going to find your prostate. Head down, ass up.”
Not wanting a punishment he regrettably followed, raising his bum up as his head rested against the bed. With his arms bound he had to balance by his forehead, another thing to focus on as a distraction while the hyena chuckled upon moving his tail. “He’s kind of flat down here. Maybe you should make him do squats?”
“I have a regiment in mind. Get over here.” Moonlight stepped off the bed as Victoria sat close to his head, her crotch grinding against his skull. Though his mask made it difficult, he felt the impression of her tool from his heat and pulsing. She leaned in and spread his cheeks from behind right as he heard the crinkle of latex being pulled over the rabbit’s hands. 
A wet chill braced his pucker. His grunt and shiver was held steady by fingers digging into his cheeks. “Take a deep breath and relax,” Moonlight said, “This will feel good. Weird at first, but you’ll like it.” Her finger circled his back door, spreading the wetness over his asshole as he breathed deep to calm himself. No matter how hard he tried, fear held him. She was about to stick her finger where he thought nothing belonged and the fox was powerless to stop it. Chest tight and breaths heavy, his teeth grit against the gag as the first digit pushed through. 
Like a worm it wriggled inside him, scratching at walls not meant to be pressed. Every soft brush fell somewhere between comforting and alarming. Nothing hurt, but the new sensation was unwelcomingly pleasant as his legs struggled to keep still. Victoria giggled above him, “He’s breathing so hard. Virgins are so fun.”
Moonlight sank deeper, until her knuckles braced against him. Her other hand held his sack, massaging and caressing them in her warm palms. It helped him relax without understanding why, knowing that he was safe in her hands somehow. Or maybe it was the fear of her squeezing if he squirmed. Either way, he stayed still, legs still without numbness until he felt pressure behind where his balls would hang. 
She pressed something. Deep within his ass Jericho felt a strange pressure. The thought of peeing but nothing seeped out. Victoria patted his bum as he shivered, “Oh I think you found it.” She teased.
“Course I did. I know what I’m doing.” Despite her words, Moonlight’s tone carried a sense of relief as she prodded the fox boy’s prostate. Breathing deep through his nose, Jericho remembered Moonlight’s words and tried to sink into the feeling. 
There was pleasure, just different. When jacking off he felt there was a more immediate idea of release. Pump hard and long enough and he’d spurt. Even if it was out of his control, the orgasm felt like it wasn’t.
He lacked any sense of control with his prostate. It did not urge him when pleasure was coming, or it did and was too slow for his liking. Like an oozing pile growing bigger but at its own leisure. What strength he found in his legs was spent matching the rabbit’s rhythm. “Oh,” Victoria cackled, “I think he likes it.”
He stopped. Shame crept up his spine to hook him in place. His butt clenched, forcing Moonlight to slip her finger out. “Of fucking course,” she sighed, squeezing his sack. She held him tight despite his struggles, making it clear he had nowhere to run. “You were doing so well.”
“Bet he’s worried it’s too gay,” Victoria chimed, “I could help with that. Gimme an hour and he’ll be begging to always want it up there.”
“And he’ll keep thinking about you. Get off,” What relief came from Victoria removing herself was short lived as Moonlight rolled him over and pulled his legs up. The rabbit fished something black and bulbous from her drawer, with a flared bottom on the end. “You’re to keep this in your butt when your ass isn’t being used. Soap and cold water are all you need to clean it.” He didn’t have any say when she pushed it up his ass. Jericho suspected she wouldn’t have listened anyway. 
The constant filled feeling ran up his back as she led him off the bed. “The family bitch is yours, but we’re watching. I want mine to see what he’s missing out on.” 
Victoria’s smile told him she didn’t mind. Casting her jeans aside the hyena revealed her psuedocock and a lump of fat underneath that reminded him of a ballsack. She was bigger than what he remembered of his prelocked dick, bigger than he ever expected he’d be. Moonlight made him kneel beside her seat as they watched her friend lube up his friend’s asshole and sink into him atop the bed. Danny didn’t grit his teeth or grunt like Jericho expected. Rather, he heard a pleasured shudder escape the gimp rabbit’s lips. 
She started off slow, sinking her member deep into him without any effort. Her hips slowly started to gyrate with her thrusts as she hovered over the bound bunny. Picking up speed, the bedsprings creaked as her hips smacked Danny’s. The lube squeaked as wet slapping sounds and moans filled the air. 
His best friend loved it. The only grunt of frustration came from the struggles of her pushing inside him. Jericho gulped at seeing Danny moan with desire as the teenager railed behind him. His own cage felt tight as the bound bunny boy tried to match the hyena’s rhythm. Though Moonlight’s fingers stayed on his head to keep him focus, his eyes were glued to the display without help. 
“Like what you see? Scared? Or is it both?” Moonlight asked, tapping her fingers across his hood. “Well don’t be ashamed. I intend on doing this to you eventually. Once I get your butt nice and loose. Especially for all the toys I have, plenty of which are bigger than Victoria. I probably have one in your favorite color, whatever that is.”
“That can’t be all you have planned for him.” Victoria panted between her thrusts. The hyena hooked her arm around the gimp bunny’s throat to hoist him up, holding him standing to make his cage bounce. “Surely you gotta make use of his tongue, right?”
For a brief moment Jericho didn’t know what that meant. If his arms weren’t bound, he’d have slapped himself for stupidity. Instead he turned his hooded scalp to the bunny holding his key, finding her stoic mask had cracked with a soft blush. Her gaze met his and the world became nothing between them for a second and an eternity.
Moonlight pulled him up by the leash around his sack, “Get moving. Victoria clearly wants some privacy.” Pain didn’t distract him from her lie but he didn’t dare disobey. By her taut rope he followed her to the living room. There the rabbit plopped down and turned on the TV to some live action sitcom. He tried to kneel by her feet but the rope prevented it.
“Here,” she patted her lap. Jericho crawled over the coach and rested his head against it. She was warm and soft, anathema to her attitude since he’d known her. Her nails softly scratched against his neck as the show played, scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. 
Bound, gagged, and at her mercy, Jericho suddenly felt safer than he’d ever been in her care. He closed his eyes. The faded sounds of Victoria going down on his best friend’s asshole were soon overshadowed by laughtracks on terrible jokes. 


***


An hour past his bedtime and Jericho stared up at the ceiling, wide awake. The cage made it hard to sleep regularly but he couldn’t blame it tonight. His mind filled with images of hours prior, where Moonlight had showed him off to her best friend and Danny got his ass pounded. 
Envy burned like fuel in his stomach. Deep down he knew why but kept questioning it, hoping to find a reasoning to the desire. Rolling over, the fox reached around and pressed against the flared base of his buttplug. He’d removed it once when he got home, cleaned it, and stuffed it back in all while thinking he wouldn’t. Every fiber of his being told the fox to rebel but his body refused to listen.
Pre oozed from his cage. Closing his eyes again to sleep, his brain fired in all directions on what next Mistress Moonlight would do to him. Massive dildo’s latched to her crotch came to mind, as did Victoria’s words. He licked his lips imagining the feel of her pussy around his cock or the moans she’d make with his movements. 
He’ll play ball for now. Be the good bitch. But the moment she’d let him take her, Jericho planned to take it for everything.