“She told you not to open it.” Jericho didn’t need Danny reminding him. After all, the present Mistress Moonlight gave him was still perfectly wrapped in innocent wrapping paper. The kind one got at a convenience store with snowmen and snowflakes dotting the design. A mask to hide whatever insidious gift the older bunny planned for him to open. “I know. Why did she give me this?” The fox asked. Danny, who by now was playing solo on the console, spoke too casually for the fox’s liking. “Cause you’re her slave. Duh. Of course, she’s gonna get you a gift.” “That’s not how that works.” Jericho caught himself from snapping. If anyone knew how the machinations of that family worked, it’d be the youngest brother and not the family friend. “I mean, it’s just weird, ya know? If I’m hers, should I be getting her a gift?” “Do you want to get her a gift?” “N…maybe?” Jericho sighed and flopped against his bed. Normally they’d have afterschool gaming at Danny’s house, but every time he visited the fox found himself tied down by the girl who owned his caged cock. Sometimes he didn’t go beyond two steps before being told to strip and kneel. A command he compelled himself to follow despite, or maybe because of, the embarrassing tug of his heart. “I know she likes goth stuff. But I don’t have the money for that kind of stuff.” “She probably doesn’t expect you to. You’re just a kid. My dad likes to get gifts for my mom though since it’s her money he feels guilty. My mom feels super bashful about it. Like she keeps saying he doesn’t need to do it but he does it anyway.” The idea of Moonlight being bashful was so foreign to Jericho that it wrapped around to being cute. He flopped against his bed, sending the package tumbling onto its side. It wasn’t a large box. Big enough to easily hold in one hand but easier to hold in two. A tag flung loosely from it with the phrase, ‘Don’t open until Christmas’ written on it. “Does she expect me to spend Christmas with you guys?” The holiday wasn’t the most eventful time for Jericho. He didn’t have extended family beyond his mother and the two of them, while enjoying each other’s company, didn’t do much after presents. At most, he cleaned up after everything she did because she needed the help. Again, Danny shrugged. “Not sure. Christmas Eve is our big night anyway so she might be too tired.” He asked a second before realizing the question should have remained unsaid. “What do you guys do on Christmas Eve?” Danny paused and twisted around with an excited grin. “Well, you know how we don’t have a tree?” Jericho nodded and gulped with uncertainty if he liked the direction of the conversation. “On Christmas Eve, that duty falls on me and dad. We’re tied up and decorated for the evening, suspended for the entire night. My sister and my mom make sure nothing bad happens to us for the long term, often by untying parts of us to stretch or getting us into a new position. Last year me and my dad shared a double-dildo between us for the evening. First down the throat and then, well, I was a fan of my ass before but after that, I’m kind of an addict. I’ve been wearing plugs to school ever since.” Rather than the expected revulsion a wave of envy hit Jericho, tightening his cage in the process as his cock moved against the fox’s will. Last year his friend did have a strange walking pattern after the holiday, something the rabbit blamed on sickness. If his best friend’s perversion had limits, they were beyond Jericho’s understanding. Fearful the next words out of his throat would be insulting, Jericho pondered back at the box for the remainder of the playdate. And the next day. Followed by the next week. Moonlight hadn’t contacted him about the box and the next time he visited she ignored him. “Aren’t you going to do something since I’m here?” he asked. “What makes you think I will?” She didn’t bother looking up from the couch, engrossed in whatever drama played out on TV. “Because I’m here?” “So?” “So? Why aren’t we playing?” “And who are you to demand it?” She asked, her tone wasn’t raised but he shivered as she boomed. “I have other shit going on, Jericho. I’m not going to dominate you whenever you feel like it.” “So I’m supposed to be submissive whenever you feel like it?” A small, barely noticeable smile crept along her face. “Yes. And before you call out the hypocrisy, ask yourself if you’ve ever really argued against it.” Sure as he was with his counter, Jericho’s tongue decided to stay still at the question. Crossing her platform boots, the rabbit nodded and turned back to the TV. “That’s what I thought. Have you opened the box yet?” “No…no, Mistress.” Defeat underneath her presence felt shameful in the worst way, the kind that made him feel alive. “Good boy.” She said, to his delight and dismay, “I want you here on Christmas to open it. What time can you be here?” Like he told Danny, he didn’t do much on Christmas. Moonlight’s intense focus substituted a smile for how pleased she was. “Good. Come here at noon. Expect to be here long.” Some small part of him could have said no. He gagged that part of him. For better or worse, the upcoming Christmas Day and mystery gift enwrapped his thoughts tighter than any other binding. Anything could be inside the box. A smaller chastity cage, some leather restraints she wanted him to use, a toy to help spread his asshole more than what she’d done with her finger. Every idea made his penile prison all the worse, but the most extravagant idea was a collar. Normal enough to look like a choker, with stainless steel studs across the black leather. An open symbol of who he belonged to. But that was crazy. She never noticed him at school on the rare occasions he visited the high school portion. Why would she want to let everyone know she was his when she knew that by the cage locked tight? He tossed and turned in his sleep on Christmas Eve, head filled with what-ifs and images of what was going on over at that house. Not even an hour of pathetic pillow humping took his mind off it. So, knowingly desperate and stupid, the fox snuck out of his house and crept through the holiday night, package in hand and face hidden by his winter jacket’s hood while his boots crunched snow. Danny’s house wasn’t far, though he still needed a flashlight to make his way through the neighborhood. What exactly he’d do when he got there remained a mystery until slapping him in the face at the sight of their front door. Operating on autopilot, Jericho circled back to the high wooden fence and, with the help of some spare trash bins he pulled over, hopped it. The snow below softened his physical fall, but not the realization he’d trapped himself behind his Mistress’s house with no good excuse beyond impatient panic. The fence was too high to climb without a boost. If she saw him before tomorrow, well, he wasn’t sure what she’d do but he couldn’t imagine it'd be met with approval. Taking a moment to breathe he surveyed his surroundings. Flickering colored lights danced over the snow, coming from behind the sliding glass doors of the Cunningham’s porch. They flicked on and off too quickly for the fox to make anything out from the edge, so he walked closer, each crunchy step of snow reminding him he wasn't sneaky. At the door he looked on in awe at the display tangled in the room’s center. Two rabbits, both male, were bound together at their chests. Their faces were hidden under leather hoods that covered their eyes and mouths with panels, but Jericho knew it was Danny and his father tied together. Their arms were locked around each other’s waists, and a small rope looped around both of their sacks. Danny had to stand on a stool, while his father had ropes connecting him to the ceiling, high enough that the man balanced on his toes. Multicolored Christmas lights were tied over them, their tiny flashes revealing both rabbit’s caged cocks and each having a thick buttplug stuffing them, where stockings hung. Lost in the display, Jericho failed to notice the figure looming in the background until the glass door slid open. “Jericho? What are…get in here before you freeze.” A quick hand pulled him by his jacket collar before he could resist. He bowed down immediately, ready to beg Moonlight for forgiveness until the figure spoke again. “Does your mother know you’re out this late?” Gertrude Cunningham, Danny and Moonlight’s mother. Jericho gulped as he looked up at the older rabbit. Clade in a purple cotton bathrobe, her blonde hair hung loose while she tapped her big foot, arms crossed as an impatient, if worried, glare stared down at him. He’d never seen a woman so judgemental before. Moonlight had to get the look from somewhere. “Well?” she asked. No, demanded. Jericho, not realizing he’d been kneeling since she pulled him in, swallowed his fear. “I-I, um, well your daughter g-gave me this gift for tomorrow and I couldn’t sleep so I, um…I don’t know.” She shook her head. “That’s not what I asked, dear. I asked if your mother knows you’re here.” Jericho said no, leading the woman to sigh, “Of all the nights. Kids in this town are running on the worst hormones, I swear.” He expected a reprimand and stayed still for it, as Moonlight trained him to. The smile Mrs. Cunningham gave was anything but. “Do you want some hot chocolate?” “Ma’am?” “Yes or no, Jericho.” He nodded. “Is…is Moonlight going to come down soon?” He asked, nudging his head to the bound display, “You both work in shifts, right? Danny told me.” “Normally we do.” Gertrude took out the hot chocolate mix and milk that she filled a measuring cup with, then set it into the microwave. “But she wanted to be awake tomorrow for when you arrive. This evening tends to knock us all out on Christmas Day.” “She’s asleep? For me?” He asked, taking a steaming mug from the nodding rabbit. It was too hot to sip right away so he blew it down. “Why?” The matron of the house stared at him, then looked upstairs as if Moonlight was there to answer. She was not, so Gertrude rubbed her temple and muttered aloud, “Tamera, I swear you do not listen.” “I’m sorry?” “It’s not you. My daughter is just…impatient.” Eyeing the box, she smiled. “Like you, I suppose. She wants your loyalty and submission but is skipping a lot of the steps for it. Tell me, have you both talked about boundaries? What either of you like and hate?” “I’m…I’m still figuring that out.” Was he supposed to know that? Jericho sank into his shoulders, hiding from his supposed failing. “That’s to be expected. She did wake you up to all of this, and now you don’t feel like you can leave, right?” She asked. He agreed but said nothing, drinking his hot chocolate as it finally cooled enough. “Well, Tamera, or Moonlight as she wants to go by,” the mother rolled her eyes at that, “Is expecting too much too fast from you. How long have you been locked up?” “Since she babysat me.” The rabbit stopped herself from nodding, “Really? Huh, I thought it was shorter. So you haven’t been able to cum since then?” Jericho looked away, uncomfortable enough with the situation given his best friend was bound as a kinky Christmas tree behind him. “Well, she’s asking a lot of you. But the rewards she’s offering are, if that gift is what I think it is and I should know, I helped her get it, promising. Course, you were following without those rewards, weren’t you?” “You know what it is?” Jericho almost shouted. “Can you tell me?” With a smirk she said, “No. That’d ruin it. I just hope you’re appreciative of it when you open it tomorrow.” “Should I have gotten her something?” For a minute the rabbit looked at him, then pointed to the trussed-up pair of bunnies. “This tradition of ours started because I made a small comment about how long my hubby can stay bound. He, stating he wanted to prove it, suggested I keep him tied the entire Holiday evening. He didn’t have two. Just because I hold the key to his cage and wear the pants, doesn’t mean he has to do everything I suggest. He’s not a doormat. But he knew I wanted to do this, and offered me his head.” She poked the boy’s collarbone, “You may not have a collar around this adorable neck of yours, but your submission is gift enough without it. That’s your present, Jericho. One that makes my daughter so wonderfully happy. Even if she tells herself not to smile. A shame given how nice of one she has, wouldn’t you agree?” He would. However, the thought of her being happy because of him was still surprising. For what reason he wasn’t sure, only that it was. Mrs. Cunningham let him leave through the front door, where he returned midday after opening presents and helping his mother clean up. Nerves tingled up his spine at the sound of the doorbell. The icy wind clashed against the heavy beating of his heart. She did not dress in her usual attire. Black pajamas and a soft tee shirt covered the rabbit rather than black gothic straps or skirts. Though she didn’t smile, he gathered she was amused at his arrival by how her ears twitched. “Glad to see you can follow orders.” She said, pointing to the corner, “Strip and wait there.” The hanging winter chill wrapped over him inside as he stripped away his winter clothes and underwear, leaving him naked in her front hallway save for his chastity cage. Chains rattled behind him at her approach. He held his hands back for her, only to be turned around and have them locked in front of him. “What?” She asked, bemused without a smirk, “You expect to open your gift with your hands behind your back? I’m demanding, not cruel.” Adding a hobble chain between his ankles and another length connecting his limbs, she led him along like a prisoner to the dungeon that was her bedroom. There he kneeled on her carpeted floors, head down so as not to look at her gaze without permission. “Despite your complaints, you’ve been loyal under my thumb. I doubt I even need to keep you locked anymore. Though we both know that’s not why I locked you, isn’t it?” He nodded to her. So continued with a question, “So, tell me, why do I have that cock of yours locked?” “Because you want it locked, Mistress. You like it that way.” “Almost correct.” She raised his chin with her foot, forcing him to see her tilting head, “I do like it locked, but not because I like my dicks locked. Because I like knowing that you are constantly reminded of what isn’t yours. But you adore that, don’t you? The loss of control? Being my little ropebunny? Or ropefox as it were.” He did. By God, he did. She pulled him up at his nod and handed the present over. “Open it. Merry Christmas.” The fox’s restraint was ripped asunder and cast aside like the wrapping paper he ripped apart. The box underneath had a logo on it. C.C.C, Chrissie’s Custom Cunts. A fleshlight. He looked back at her, wondering if this was some sort of cruel joke. But she was gone, vanished until her hand clasped his throat from behind and whispered, “Keep your neck straight.” Cold black leather wrapped around his neck, with tiny studs pierced through. His cage twitched, breathing grew heavy as she fiddled and asked if it was too tight or too loose. In the end, he found it most comfortable where he felt it with every breath without impeding him, like a constant hug from her. A small tag coldly braced his collarbone. It was too close for him to read it alone so she tugged it to read it aloud. “Property of Moonlight. You’re not allowed to put this on or take this off without my permission, is that clear?” His heart skipped when he tried to speak so he nodded. Not wanting that, she pulled his head back and asked again. “Yes, Mistress,” he said through a stiff gasp. “Good. The obvious exception is if you’re taking a shower but I have a spray you’ll be taking home to help with that. As for your second gift, do you know what this is?” “I’ve seen a fleshlight before.” “Really?” Moonlight’s fingers trailed down his chest, the nails possessively digging into his skin, “I didn’t see one in your bedroom before.” “I’ve seen ads on pornsites.” Her laugh added to a budding shame she loved to twist. “Do you still watch porn? Granted you can’t jack off with that cage and I haven’t given you a dildo. Yet.” He shook his head. Watching porn while caged made the situation worse and when he tried out of habit his dreams were filled with her doing the things he’d watched. Not even vanilla porn was safe from her influence, switching the positions of who was who. The fact that Jericho grew comfortable with the idea of catching made him unsure of if he was just too horny or actually into it. “But this is no ordinary fleshlight. It’s a custom one, based on someone’s real pussy. Care to guess who’s?” She held the box between her legs, making the answer clearer than a cloudless day. He gulped, Adams apple bouncing against his collar while she smiled. “That’s right. Your present is that you get to fuck me. Not for real, obviously,” she opened the box without managing to tear the cardboard, revealing the black-handled device with a fleshy silicon orifice. “No, we need to train your stamina before you can do that. Hands.” She unlocked his cuffs, turned him around, and relocked them behind him only to twist him forward to her again. Pulling the key from her necklace, she slipped it into the small lock of his chastity cage. Its maddening pressure fell by the wayside as the chill of fresh air basqued over his cock. An erection sprouted before she could remove the ring from his base, forcing it to stay there. Electricity surged through him when just the tip of her finger pushed down at his head. “Well, don’t you have something to say?” she asked, holding the fleshlight between her legs whilst sitting on the bed. “T-Thank you for taking the cage off, Mistress.” She perked her ear, “And?” “For the gift of the collar and your, um…can I call it your pussy since it’s the fleshlight?” It was quick but he saw her smile and shake her head, “The privilege of fucking I suppose,” the goth bunny added, hooking her finger through his collar’s D-ring. “Now, let’s see how long you can last, shall we?” His cock wilted. The pussy molded toy sat between her legs while he stood there, leaning forward by her curled finger, and somehow against all odds he found himself growing soft. Tense breaths pushed his chest. “I…hold on, I,” he tried to speak and think of why he was soft at the same time. The thoughts and words tangled into one. “Shh…I get it.” She pulled him close, just enough to smell her as their furs brushed against one another. “That’s why we’re doing this now. So, when you’ve really earned it, this won’t happen.” “W-Why?” he asked without thinking. Patting his cheek she shushed him and said, “Because I want to. Now, hold still.” From her drawer, she pulled a pair of medical latex gloves, pink to his surprise, and a small bottle. Snapping the gloves on she squeezed the bottle to pool a gel liquid from it, lube. Moonlight had touched him before. By definition, she needed to in order to pull him along. But to feel her hands on his cock, even if covered in latex, was such a foreign sensation that it both scared him and excited the fox enough to bring his erection back. The kiss helped, with her tongue sliding down his maw, walking in like it owned the place and reiterating it by stepping on the head of the true occupant. Guided to the toy by two fingers his slick head sank past the silicon lips. Jericho imagined his first time to be warm, which the toy lacked. It was tight, with pressure hitting his cock at the right angles like a handhold without an exit. Halfway in she commanded him to pull back. “No girl wants you to slam it in right away,” she explained when asked, not after slapping him for daring to speak back. The latex of her hand stung more than the actual strike, with lube sprinkled across his cheek. He followed her orders, halfway in then out, decreasing or increasing his tempo, and even how he leaned in had to match her tastes. Despite his efforts, the surge came to him long enough to warn her. “I-I’m close,” he whispered. “Hold it.” “I can’t.” “Hold it.” Not knowing how Jericho’s plea was lost as his cock spasmed inside the toy. A month's worth lined the inside with shot after shot pulsing through him, until his knees gave out. He fell forward, where she held him. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it. I don’t know how.” “Shh…” she whispered, wet latex gloves running through his headfur. “Shh, it’s ok. My mom told me it took days to train my father’s endurance. I didn’t expect you to do it now. Still, you came without permission.” His cock grew chill when she slid the toy off. She unscrewed it before him, holding the before his face with one command. “Open your mouth.” Unable to disobey Jericho closed his eyes and opened wide. The wait was worse than the taste, as it slimed down over his tongue and down his throat. She spat after it, making him swirl it all in his mouth before swallowing. “Do you feel pathetic?” Her smile lit up his chest. He nodded, locked in her gaze. “Would you do it again if I told you?” He nodded without hesitation. “Good. What are you?” “Your slave, Mistress Moonlight.” Her face flushed red as if expecting to feel something only to get it a thousand times worse. Chest tight she held his mouth. For a moment he expected a kiss, but her gaze stayed on him like a feral wolf ready to consume its prey. “Clean your dick off.” She unlocked his cuffs and pointed to her bathroom. “I need to lock it back up.” He did, ignoring the budding erection he returned with and killed with thoughts of his grandmother so she could lock him up. From there they went back downstairs where she let him lay his head on her lap as she turned on the TV. “When my family wakes up,” she mused aloud, curling a finger through his headfur, “and if you don’t have plans for the evening, I’d like you to stay for dinner. Regular dinner.” “Oh…,” He did expect to be under her feet at the dinner table. “I’d have to make it clear with my mother, but I could.” “Good.” Moonlight nodded, absently petting his scalp as a Christmas movie from Hallmark played, “Good."