\n\t\t\t\t\tBoucheeThe fox shut his door with a happy sigh. He had just gotten home from a dreadfully boring day of work, and was eager to relieve some of his pent up frustration. He quickly tossed his apron and clothing on the couch, and raced downstairs to his not-so-secret perverted dungeon. He stood there for a little bit, glancing around at the wonderful variety of toy and equipment, wondering what would be fun to play with today.
Klo’s eyes eventually settled down on his sawhorse binder, which was designed to be relatively uncomfortable to sit on, but squirming around on it was great for teasing. He even installed a little toy on the top of the triangle so it would be impossible to wiggle off. That’s only if you were tied up though, and the foxie had no intention of being helpless like that in his empty dungeon.
With much haste and need, Klo hopped up onto the sawhorse and quickly straddled it as he squirted some lube from a bottle onto the toy. Satisfied with the amount covering it, he lifted his tails and spread his fuzzy cheeks, slowly pushing himself down onto the purple toy. With a light groan, he felt it stretch his pucker open as it slipped inside. Klo lifting himself off of it for a second to relax, before pushing himself down again, taking a little more of that toy inside of his body with every thrust like this.
His paws didn’t remain idle either as he felt the sawhorse press on the sensitive spot between his tail hole and orbs. He squirmed and let out a yip of delight as his paw slowly started rubbing over the length of his fox cock, which was already aching for attention at this point. He could even feel his knot start to swell as he hilted that toy inside of him a few more times. He didn’t like rushing to cum like this, but today, he didn’t seem to care at all as his orbs started tensing up for his impending release. He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t even notice the other fur sneaking up behind him.
In a flash of blinding speed, before Klo could even react, his arms were snapped behind him and locked together in place. Klo winced as he was shifted so violently and the toy was left squirming inside of him, but he attempted to recover and confront his attacker. The other fur had different plans in mind as he push Klo back down onto the sawhorse and bound up his legs with latex straps to prevent him from being able to push off the ground again. The fox grunted and squirmed, trying to get off of the sawhorse, but with his limbs bound up, it was nothing short of impossible for him to do.
Klo shouted, “Hey… let me off of here right now! When I get my hands on you I’m gonna.... murfle marf.”
Before he could even finish, his attacker stuffed his muzzle full of a ball gag, leaving him even more helpless than before. Klo didn’t stop struggling though, but the frequency of his squirming was causing his aching unsatisfied fox cock to drool with pre. Before long his noises of protest were switching into moans of pleasure, and the fox blushed at how pent up he became. Unable to touch his quivering cock, he tried to turn his attention to his attacker, but the position he was in on the sawhorse left him unable to turn far enough to see him.
Klo felt a paw reach around to his shaft and attach a small egg to it with another latex band. He murfed though the gag hard as he immediately recognized what it was as it started buzzing to life, enough to send pleasure tingling through his spine, but just short of letting him really cum. He could feel himself drooling into the tight gag around his muzzle as well as trying to hump against the toy in his rump, but nothing he did allowed him to finally get the release he desperately sought. It was maddening, and the fox was whimpering and moaning constantly, hoping his assailant would bring him relief.
Instead, his attacker spoke in a voice Klo immediately recognized, “Let’s leave you tied up like this for a few hours, then maybe we’ll see if you’re a good enough boy to get to cum.”
With that, the lights to his dungeon shut off and Klo was left quivering and moaning in the darkness, pre dripping down his sawhorse slowly.