Cocknapped

Ike woke up in a cold sweat, his hips bucking against the air in a fervent attempt to finish fucking the tight virgin hole of the fox in his dream. His muscles ached and spasmed but the feelings of thrusting into the young male fox didn’t cease. Suddenly he was wide awake, he reached down into his underwear and gasped when his paw closed on… nothing. Absolutely nothing. He jumped out of bed and threw his underwear to the ground, examining the blank space of his crotch. Ike fell back on the bed, still feeling as though his dick was humping that beautifully tight fox of his dreams. His forehead furled, the deep red fur pouring sweat down into his eyes. Hasn’t anyone ever heard of air conditioning!?

His mind was wide awake now as he jumped from the bed. Being a modular fox, he’d awoken in some stranger situations in the past, a hand missing or even his head completely detached, but usually everything was approximately where he wanted it when he woke up. Today was different, he swore he remembered going to bed with his dick firmly attached to its proper location. There was only one other place it could possibly be. He flew under his bed and pulled out a small box only he knew about, maybe he had taken it off for the night. Sometimes he liked being able to go to bed without it. He knew before he even opened it, there was nothing inside. His dick had gone missing.

Where had he last seen it? He went to the gym the night before… maybe his gym bag? He kept trying to convince himself that the feelings of sex were just his overactive imagination running wild. He didn’t want to believe that someone might have picked it up and taken it with them. He threw open his gym bag and started removing various items from it, throwing them out onto the floor as he went along. No luck.

He remembered it being there when he left the gym floor, what did he do after that? He thought carefully and remembered that he really had to go to the bathroom. He had thrown his gym bag in the car and made his way back inside to use the restrooms. It must have been firmly attached at that point, right? Wait… now he remembered. It hadn’t been attached to him. He remembered pulling it out of the bag and heading back inside, instead of attaching it, he just held it firmly over the toilet and let loose. But if that were the case then he would have left with it.

No, after finishing up in the stall, he made his way back to the sink and washed his member before washing his hands. He then placed it down on the sink? No, on a paper towel to dry while he went ahead and washed his hands. There hadn’t been anyone in the bathroom at the time, as far as he could remember. Then after washing his hands… he left. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He had left it there, but he didn’t remember seeing it on the counter as he left, had someone picked it up without him noticing?

The rhythm increased, his knees buckling under the pressure as a sinking feeling became a black hole in the pit of his stomach. Someone had taken it. Right out from under his nose someone had managed to nab his detached cock. He clenched tight, trying to picture anything other than the hot fox of his dreams, something that could calm him down. Rational thoughts didn’t exist in this state of mind. The young fox flooded his memories once more, he imagined himself behind the guy whose tail swished ever so slightly across his chest.

He snapped himself back into reality. He wasn’t sitting behind a young fox, but he was pounding some tight tail hole somewhere. At least someone was, and they were using him to do so. He tried to force himself to stand up and bring himself back over to the bed. He tried to think back to the night before, who might have gone in the bathroom before him or left after him? There weren’t many there, so at least that could narrow it down somewhat. Another thrust switched the image in his head back to that of his dream. The feeling of warmth washed over his member, soothing him for a moment. He bit his pillow and let it carry him over the moon and back. As he came, he felt a hand reach up under his balls and press down firmly. His body tensed up as his back arched away from the bed. “No!” He screamed out as his body betrayed him. His arms were the first to pop free of his body. They separated at three different locations, the shoulder, the elbow and the wrist. ‘How could they know…’ He thought to himself as his legs followed, popping free and separating at the thigh, the knee, and the ankle. His head was the last to separate from his torso, rolling down and landing on its side, giving him a decent view of his own butt. On most occasions he would have loved that view, but in his helpless state he knew that he might be here a while.

Somehow whoever had his dick had known his secret. When getting off, there was a spot he had found a long while back that when pressed just right would cause his entire body to spasm in pure ecstasy before falling to pieces. He had only told a few close friends about that spot. But there was one thing about his reaction that he had kept a secret from them… he clenched his eyes shut as he awaited the inevitable. A sharp searing pain shot up through the black hole in his stomach as he felt his balls land on a cool hard surface. They separated from the base of his dick and hadn’t been caught. He blacked out from the pain, escaping into the recesses of his own mind, where he needn’t worry about who currently held his precious family jewels.

When he awoke, he was staring into the face of his friend Benny, a wild haired fox that was slightly on the chubbier side. He moved his head and was surprised to find that it was actually attached to something.

“Thought you’d never wake up. Fun night?” Benny was grinning. Ike mumbled something unintelligible. It felt like his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and the heat wasn’t doing anything to help it.

“When my call went to voicemail, I came right over. Was wondering when you were going to get horny enough to make yourself fall to pieces again.” Benny picked up one of his legs and snapped it back into place. Ike had nearly forgotten his failsafe, the entire reason he had told a few of his friends about him falling apart. In case he couldn’t put himself back together, he would need one of them to check in and help.

“There’s uh… just one piece I haven’t been able to locate.” Benny sheepishly looked towards Ike’s bare and empty groin. 

“It was stolen. I didn’t do this to myself.” Ike cracked his neck, never happier to be put back together.

“Stolen? How?” Benny asked. Ike explained everything he could remember about the previous night. As he pushed himself to talk about the events that took place, he could see a knowing look of shock coming over his friend. The same that must have come over him as he realized he had lost his member.

“I have a confession to make.” Benny announced, staring down to the floor. “I kind of told a couple people at the gym about what happens to you. I shouldn’t have, it was wrong and I have no excuse for why I did.” Benny was shaking his head and kicking himself for making such a mistake.

“It’s okay, I just need to get it back before it happens again. I can’t risk this kind of thing happening again.” He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on what his cock and balls were feeling, it didn’t seem like anybody was playing with them right that second. 

***

Benny sat there silently as Ike formulated a plan. He tried to keep himself together throughout the entire process. As long as Ike thought he was here to help him, he would never suspect that it was Benny who actually stole the cock the night before. Ike had left the bathroom without noticing that he left it on the counter. So many times in the past he had considered taking it from the fox’s bag while he was working out, or coming over while the fox was asleep.

When the opportunity came up, he took it, swiping the drying cock from the counter and leaving with it. He had been so torn after he got home that it had taken a while for him to work up the courage to use his friend. It wasn’t until around 3am when his inhibitions had dropped so significantly that he decided to use the dildo like object. Even then it wasn’t until after the fox had cum that he made the choice to exploit his friend’s weakness, driving a single finger up along the underside of the balls just as he had been told. At first he wasn’t sure that anything had happened, but the slowly deflating cock had given him a sense that it had worked. Before he could celebrate, the balls fell off of the sac and landed on the floor with a thud.  This was an unexpected development. Ike had never warned him that it would happen. He scooped up the balls and waited for the rest of the cock to deflate, giving him some indication that the fox was out of it.

From there, he placed the stolen goods into a small container and sealed them up before heading out to Ike’s house. His nerves got the better of him, Ike knew that he knew the secret “button”, surely he would suspect Benny first and foremost. Unless… unless he could get there first and put his friend back together and make it seem like others knew about his secret. 

***
Benny continued to stare at the floor, hoping that his friend would mistake his emotion for one of grief or pity. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it and make everything right.” Benny announced heroically and Ike smiled, happy to have a friend as nice as Benny to confide in. He knew that with both of them searching, there was no doubt in his mind that they would find his stolen package.