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The air stank of rubber, sweat, smoke, and the aftermath of Cody’s third orgasm. He’d hoped that three would be enough, but in spite of the cum staining his fur and filling his muzzle the bag hadn’t been opened.\n\nDylan had told him that he had to prove he was enjoying himself if he wanted to get out, and at the time that had seemed fun and easily achievable… especially when the rubber inflated around him and the slick dildo had started to slide slow, smooth and deep into his ready hole. But the first orgasm hadn’t led to him being released, only to a slow but noticeable increase in the speed of the dildo and the level of the lube pooling under it. The second had been harder, his cock was already sore and sensitive and it had only been about twenty minutes, as far as he could tell, since the first one. The only result that had produced was a rise in the bag’s temperature and a sinking suspicion that his air was getting stale. He’d tried shouting after that, and struggling, but struggling had proven useless and exhausting and shouting didn’t get a response, at least not a pleasant one. All that changed was that the pungent and disgusting stink of the cigars Dylan smoked was added to the already thick air. Cody had gagged and whined and hoped that he’d get used to it or that the smell would fade, but that had been hours ago and neither hope had come to pass.\n\nFinally, he’d forced himself to jerk off again; his cock had certainly been ready for it. In fact, he’d been rock hard since he’d been put into the bag, and neither orgasm had done much to reduce his erection. He wondered if Dylan had drugged him or the air he was breathing, it didn’t sound as unlikely as it would have a few hours ago. As he’d expected, it had taken a lot more work to coax a third orgasm out of his spent cock, but he’d managed it after what had felt like an hour of sore, uncomfortable stroking… and he was still in the bag.\n\nCody whimpered, Dylan had to let him out soon right?\n\nHe was about to try shouting again when the new smell hit him.\n\n---\n\nDylan grinned at the way the bag flopped and rolled on the floor in front of him, this was the first time that his little brother’s struggling had been strong enough for him to actually watch; clearly he’d been away for too long.\n\nCody’s mother, who wasn’t a skunk, had taken him when their parents had split up years ago. Dylan had been 11 at the time, Cody no more than 5, and they’d seen each other very little in the following years, though they’d kept in touch through phone calls and letters. 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Dylan had told him that he had to prove he was enjoying himself if he wanted to get out, and at the time that had seemed fun and easily achievable… especially when the rubber inflated around him and the slick dildo had started to slide slow, smooth and deep into his ready hole. But the first orgasm hadn’t led to him being released, only to a slow but noticeable increase in the speed of the dildo and the level of the lube pooling under it. The second had been harder, his cock was already sore and sensitive and it had only been about twenty minutes, as far as he could tell, since the first one. The only result that had produced was a rise in the bag’s temperature and a sinking suspicion that his air was getting stale. He’d tried shouting after that, and struggling, but struggling had proven useless and exhausting and shouting didn’t get a response, at least not a pleasant one. All that changed was that the pungent and disgusting stink of the cigars Dylan smoked was added to the already thick air. Cody had gagged and whined and hoped that he’d get used to it or that the smell would fade, but that had been hours ago and neither hope had come to pass.
Finally, he’d forced himself to jerk off again; his cock had certainly been ready for it. In fact, he’d been rock hard since he’d been put into the bag, and neither orgasm had done much to reduce his erection. He wondered if Dylan had drugged him or the air he was breathing, it didn’t sound as unlikely as it would have a few hours ago. As he’d expected, it had taken a lot more work to coax a third orgasm out of his spent cock, but he’d managed it after what had felt like an hour of sore, uncomfortable stroking… and he was still in the bag.
Cody whimpered, Dylan had to let him out soon right?
He was about to try shouting again when the new smell hit him.
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Dylan grinned at the way the bag flopped and rolled on the floor in front of him, this was the first time that his little brother’s struggling had been strong enough for him to actually watch; clearly he’d been away for too long.
Cody’s mother, who wasn’t a skunk, had taken him when their parents had split up years ago. Dylan had been 11 at the time, Cody no more than 5, and they’d seen each other very little in the following years, though they’d kept in touch through phone calls and letters. He’d been happy to give his little brother advice and guidance from afar, and when they’d gotten older and the content of their letters had grown more personal, he’d been happy to give him advice on other things too.
And then his little brother had called and told him that he’d been accepted into The University of Aurora and was wondering if he could move in. Dylan had been happy to oblige, eager to have the younger skunk he hadn’t seen in nearly 13 years close enough to put into practice what he’d teased through letters, but had been shocked when he’d met Cody at the airport.
Cody had been de-scented.
Dylan knew that he shouldn’t have been surprised; the procedure wasn’t uncommon, especially in mixed species households where the natural musk of a skunk could be a little overwhelming. What had really surprised him about it though was that Cody now seemed to find the scent of Dylan’s musk every bit as overpowering and unpleasant as most of the other furs that the skunk knew. Whatever natural resistance Cody might have had to the scent was totally gone.
And that wouldn’t do at all.
Fortunately, Dylan had just the thing. He’d never planned to let his little brother keep sleeping on his couch anyway, and the special accommodation he’d ordered for him would be perfect for renewing his familiarity with a skunk’s natural musk. Clearly by the struggling it was going to take some time, though admittedly the thought of a face full of spray in such a tight space was enough to make even Dylan shudder.
It also brought a sadistic grin to his muzzle as he looked down at his phone and the app that controlled the bag. Cody probably thought it was bad in there now, but most of the sliders were extremely low. The dildo could go a lot deeper and more than twice as fast at full speed, and the hot slippery lube could be pumped in until it was up to the skunk’s neck. Dylan could easily double to temperature and make the rubber almost painful to touch and the air so hot it burned its way into the skunk’s lungs. The inflation level of the rubber could certainly increase, he’d barely raised it at all so far, and at full pressure there wouldn’t be an inch of the boy’s fur that wasn’t squeezed and crushed and smothered, the ring around his neck would be tight enough to choke off all but a thin trickle of air. And speaking of air, that wasn’t nearly thick enough, Dylan could let the CO2 concentration rise until Cody’s head spun and his lungs ached… And he would.
All of those bars would be full and red by the time Dylan was finished, but there was no need to rush things along, he planned to spend all day slowly making things more uncomfortable for his beloved younger brother, turning that tube into a hot, tight, airless hell. He’d add more scents along the way too, after all, while it was important to get Cody used to the smell of cigar smoke and skunk musk it wasn’t the only thing he wanted him familiar with… and the bag’s drug options posed interesting possibilities too. Dylan wasn’t sure what all of them did, but he recognized a few aphrodisiacs and a couple harder chemicals; he was looking forward to giving Cody a taste of those, and to finding out what sort of effect the unfamiliar choices had on him. Yes, Dylan could easily see this first session with the bag lasting another 10 or 12 hours, and the thought that Cody would be tormenting himself with a desperate attempt to keep jerking off with the misguided assumption that it could lead to the session ending sooner only made Dylan want to draw it out longer.
And this was just the first session, Dylan had bought the thing for a reason, and whether or not Cody realized it the young skunk would be spending a lot of time in that bag from now on… maybe even most of the summer.
Dylan couldn’t wait to tell him.
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