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“[i]Hey![/i]"

That single syllable rang through the shop like a gunshot, ripping Andy's heart out of his chest. He was halfway out the door, grinning to himself like he'd won. Now he was frozen, his expression collapsing into an agonized cringe. [i]Fuck! There's no way![/i] Common sense said keep going, pretend like he hadn't heard anything and make a quick get away to his car. [i]If I'm fast enough I might get inside it before he's out the door.[/i] Instead, he looked over his shoulder, back into the shop where he saw the proprietor, a blonde coyote, scowling at him from behind the counter.

“Yeah?" Andy said, trying to act innocent.

The coyote made a curt come here gesture. “Bring it back."

[i]Dammit. He does know. But how?[/i] Throat in a vice, Andy turned halfway around and put on his best indignant face. “Excuse me? Bring what back?"

“Don't play dumb with me. The cards. There in your pocket." He gestured him over again. “Bring them back and I won't call the police on you."

Now Andy was really confused. [i]He knew what pocket? I was all the way over here![/i] Andy, still under the delusion that he could play his way out of this, patted his right pocket, the one facing the coyote. “There's noth-"

“You're other pocket."

[i]Dammit. How?[/i] Andy patted that pocket and pretended to notice the packet of playing cards. He pulled them out and feigned surprise. “Oh shit! I'm sorry. I forgot I put that there."

The coyote wasn't buying it. “If you forgot you put it there, then how come you didn't know what I was talking about when I brought up the cards?"

Andy's face withered into a grimace. His eye twitched as his defense fell flat. “Alright, look, I'm sorry."

“I don't care. Bring. It. Back."

“Fine, Jesus." Andy stormed back into the shop, his orange fox tail hovering out behind him. He all but slapped the deck of cards down on the counter right in front of the coyote. His other paw reached into his back pocket for his wallet. “$15 for a deck of cards is fucking ridiculous."

“I don't want your money," the coyote grumbled. “I don't want you in my shop. Leave now."

Andy just gave him his most sour glare before scoffing and putting his wallet away. “Whatever, man. I'm gone." He charged his way to the front entrance, cursing himself for being so stupid and the coyote for catching him.

“Have fun working out," said the coyote without warning.

Andy had his paw on the door ready to push it open when he stopped. He turned around to look at the coyote who had a very sudden change in demeanor. That bitter scowl had turned into a conniving grin. “Excuse me?" Andy asked.

“I said have fun working out. I noticed you had a smart watch on your wrist. Plus, you're a fit looking guy. I assume you exercise."

That was so out of left field that Andy didn't know how to react. [i]Wasn't this guy just threatening to call the cops on me just a second ago?[/i] “Uh, yeah. I do." Andy looked down at his wrist where his smart watch was tied. [i]I don't even remember putting it on this morning. What the fuck doesn't this guy notice?[/i]

“Well, I'm sure you've got some fulfilling workouts ahead of you. Do your best."

Andy was stuck at the door, still failing to react or process what was going on. He just gave a noncommittal smile and continued the rest of the way outside. “Yeah, thanks." He stepped out into the midday sun, out of what had very quickly turned into an environment of smothering discomfort. Once he heard the door close behind him, he scoffed again. “Fucking weirdo. I'll be more careful next time."

He wandered his way down the sidewalk, his smart watch clung tightly to his wrist. [i]Must've put it on accidentally. I was slow getting up this morning[/i]. That was one explanation. Harder to write off was the coyote noticing the accessory and commenting on it. [i]Who the fuck cares about a smart watch and what a person does with it?[/i] That abrupt transition from anger to amity was jarring to the point of unsettling. [i]I'm not going in there again. Better yet, I'm telling everyone to stay the fuck away from that place.[/i] He didn't see it, but he got a notification on his smart watch. [i]Not that I know anybody who-[/i]

[i]HEY![/i]

Andy's arm snapped up so that the wrist was out in front of him. His line of sight snapped onto the glossy, rectangular screen of his watch which had lit up with a notification. He didn't have a chance to question what was going on before his eyes darted across an event message.

[i]TIME TO RUN![/i]

Andy's body sprang into action. It was like a fire had been lit under his ass. Andy kicked into a run, arms and legs pumping to charge himself down the sidewalk like he had somewhere to be. The flaps of his shirt swung out behind him. His shoes clopped on the asphalt loudly. Meanwhile, a look of pure shock had his eyes bugging. [i]What the fuck!?[/i] “I'm not doing this," he said aloud, panic growing. “[i]I'm not doing this![/i]" He could feel his feet hitting the sidewalk, the burn of his muscles, and the spike in his pulse, but there was no control over any of it. That supremely athletic array of chiseled muscles powered him forth at full tilt, his attempts at stopping completely fruitless.

Other people on the sidewalk saw him coming and quickly leapt out of the way. With the heavy beat of his breath robbing his ability to speak, he could do nothing more than give them horrified, helpless looks which only served to frighten them. Other than what was written on his face, his extreme terror was reserved to claw at his heart and mind while the wind rushed through his fur. [i]What's happening? Why am I doing this? How am I doing this?[/i] He made it to the corner of the block. Cars were rolling down the street. The ones parked on the curb blocked their view of him. “[i]NO![/i]" he managed to scream. “[i]NO! PLEASE![/i]"

Whatever curse had afflicted him had no intention of killing him, not yet at least. Andy slowed down before making a sharp turn to the left and continuing to charge down the sidewalk. More people were forced out of his way. They stared and shouted at him angrily, demanding to know what the big idea was. Andy wished he knew and that he could've told them. [i]Please stop,[/i] he begged with gritted teeth. [i]Someone, make it stop! [/i]

It wouldn't, not when so much had been planned for him. In the middle of his forced sprint, he felt something scrape his groin. It got worse with each step. It didn't take long for him to realize it was the cup of his shorts scraping into his penis, now making its way out of his sheath. [i]Aw, come on. Not now![/i] He was denied the luxury of slowing down or adjusting his gait so that his erection wouldn't show itself so garishly. It achieved full size, bulging his shorts from his crotch to his right hip where he could feel the heat of his pecker burning against the skin. So tight was the fabric to his member that the flare of his glans was visible from several feet away. Worse still were the pangs of delight which throbbed with every rub and scrape of his shorts.

He felt his cheeks grow hot. Everyone on both sides of the street was watching him run. Those close enough got to see the shape of his cock and the wet spot which grew out of the tip. “[i]Hnf… No![/i]" That was from the involuntary pulse of his floor muscle, each one squeezing out a dribble of precum which he could feel spreading across his crotch fur. The pleasure was something beyond just having his erection stuffed in a tight pair of britches. Each stroke of his legs was like a thrust into his open fist. His huffs of effort turned into pants of delight, making his long doggy tongue hang from his jaws. “[i]Hahhh… Huhhh… Ffffuck…[/i]" [i]Make it stop. Please… Don't make me do this forever. [/i]

A ray of hope came when he recognized the path he was taking. The streets he ran through were the same ones he usually took on the way home. Another sharp turn down the sidewalk confirmed as much. [i]But that's over a mile from here. God dammit.[/i] Though he'd maintained a heavy run in some unsuitable clothes, his athleticism meant he wasn't exhausted yet. His heart was pounding and the physical joy in his loins was intense but another mile at that speed wasn't anything he hadn't done before. [i]Just relax. Reeeeeelax. Act like nothing's wrong. People aren't-[/i]

[i]TAKE THEM OFF![/i]

His arms stopped pumping and reached for the waistband of his shorts. Before he knew what was happening the button and fly were both undone. With a casual shove they were gliding down his legs and exposing his underwear. “[i]NO![/i]" shouted Andy. The shorts constricted the pump of his legs, slowing him down for a few moments while he tried to step out of them. One leg came out, and then the other.Now all that covered his shame was a sorely stretched pair of silver compression shorts. His penis still raged inside of them, now with even starker definition and a cum stain that stretched from the waistband to middle leg. Milky sex juice permeated through the polyester and oozed in the sunlight with a soft glisten.

People nearby gasped and giggled. Some more shouts and curses. A car passing by honked at him. Again, he wanted to scream his innocence, but couldn't muster a syllable past the ardent hoot and huff of his breath. Between that were grimaces and whimpers brought on by his growing pleasure. He was on the brink, inched there by the suffocating grip of his underwear. [i]Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Please, for the love of fuck, don't cum. [/i]

How he'd curse himself for wishing that.

His fear of climaxing was replaced by further embarrassment when his paws went to the flaps of his button-up shirt and pulled them off his shoulders. “[i]Wha- What?[/i]" They slid down his arms and joined his shorts on the sidewalk. His white T-shirt followed when he grabbed the bottom and peeled it up and over his head, revealing the impressive topography which defined his trunk. The shirt was dragged up his face and tossed behind him, leaving the beleaguered fox in just his socks, shoes, and underwear. He could've passed off as a dedicated athlete if not for the raging boner which tented his underwear to the point of pulling the waistband off his pelvis. Even if it had died down, there was little he could do to hide the sight and smell of so much precum soaked into his pelvic fur. This was while the underwear was still choking his cock, it felt like, racing him towards an ejaculation everyone and their mothers would see. Andy just shut his eyes and folded his ears back against his head in an attempt to blot out the trauma. [i]We're almost home. Just grind through this last leg, and it'll be over. [/i]

[i]TAKE THEM OFF![/i]

Off came his underwear, done exactly like his shorts. As the moistened polyester slid down his bare thighs his cock flung outward, a solid rod of vascular pink glistening in the product which oozed from the tip. It was juggled in front of his pelvis, flopping off each hip to the pace he ran at. The soft chill of the open air on his pre-slicked cock skin sent razors of embarrassment up his spine, clenching his sphincter and his throat. There were gasps and screams. “[i]Oh my God![/i]" squealed one woman. People turned away, other people laughed. Andy just ran, cock bouncing, glutes grinding, tears welling in his eyes.

And he still had a few blocks until he reached his neighborhood. He kept his eyes shut the whole way, weeping and cursing silently while suffering catcalls and abusive shouts alike. “What the fuck are you doing?" “[i]Yeah! Woohoo![/i]" “Fuck off!" “Nice cock!" “Go home, loser!" Andy knew better than to even try making himself look innocent. His only sounds were soft panting, anguished whimpers, and delighted gasps. His penis had been freed from the yoke of his britches and yet he still felt its loving caress. That building euphoria had spread throughout his bum, twitching the muscles throughout his legs. It didn't break his running form. Without the control over his body he would've gone tumbling to the ground.

“[i]Uhhhh! Huhhh! Oh God![/i]" Beyond the point of wanting to stop, he wanted to go faster, to end the journey as soon as he could. Forget not cumming. That was inevitable at this point. It seemed his climb had become an asymptote, gradually approaching the peak but never. Quite. Reaching it. He counted the streets he passed, knowing how many more there would be until his block peeled into view.

It did at last, and he saw his house. It was sandwiched between its neighbors within a long row of homes that stretched the block. Terror gripped him when he thought he would just run past it, though it was short lived as he ran down the sidewalk and made a short jog up the front steps. His lungs burned, his heart felt ready to burst out of his chest, sweat had doused his fur, and above all he had to cum really, really badly. “[i]Oh thank God,[/i]" he huffed, the tears fully mixed with the sweat on his face. The running came to a stop at the top step of his porch. He was left standing there facing the front door for several seconds before he realized he was back in control of himself. He confirmed it with a clench of his fists and wiggling his toes. The feeling was intoxicating, but there was no time to celebrate. He grabbed the doorknob so hard that the door rattled on its frame.

It wouldn't budge. Locked. Andy should've known as much, but he didn't panic. Underneath the flowerpot which lacked any plants was where he kept his spare key. He bent over to swat the pot aside and pick up the key. This was while his neighbor was walking down the street and happened to look over and see Andy's big, muscly butt aimed squarely at him.

“Whoa!" shouted the neighbor. “Andy! You alright?"

Andy gasped and shot upright. He spun around and clapped his paws over his junk, but not quickly enough so that his neighbor didn't catch a glimpse of his bouncy flesh saber. “Hey!" Andy shouted. “Uh… Not too good."

“Jesus Christ, Andy. Did you get locked out of your house? What happened?"

“I… Uh…" [i]What are you doing??? GET INSIDE![/i] “Sorry!" That was all Andy said before he unlocked the front door, swung it open, then launched himself inside. He slammed the door behind him and shoved his back into it as if to hold back the flood of humiliation that waited for him outside. He swore through a clenched jaw. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

What was that? Some kind of fugue state? Was he a sleeper agent that just got activated? The last thing he remembered before everything went to hell was reading the message on his watch. [i]But before that I tried to lift those cards. That coyote mentioned my watch.[/i] Andy pulled his wrist up and looked at it. It lit up, displaying the notification. [i]It's from the calendar app,[/i] he noticed. Nothing happened when he reread it, though he could not help a strong sense of foreboding. I don't remember putting this on this morning. How did it get here?

But there were more important matters to attend to. He was reminded of his erection by a throb of his cock muscle which sent a tear of precum oozing out the tip. It was as hard as ever, standing out of him with a presence that demanded attention. [i]Well, at least I can take care of this now.[/i] Without any more preparation he grabbed his cock with one paw and started jerking it hard. His posture slumped and his jaw fell slack. Out beat a rhythm of joyous pants and whimpers as his pleasure skyrocketed. More of that glassy ichor oozed down to the hardwood. He eeked out a moan. “[i]Huhhh! Huhhh! Uhhhhhhh-![/i]"

[i]STOP![/i]

At the very peak of what was supposed to be a stupendous climax, Andy's paw shot off his penis. His moan was caught in his throat. A cartoonish expression had his eyes bugged and his mouth wide open, sucking in breath. “[i]Ah! Ah! Ah![/i]" From that very peak he came crashing down, the progenitor of his ejaculation kept at the gate of his cock, but no further. As soon as his pleasure was done evaporating, he was given control of his paw again. “What the fuck? Why?"

He went to touch his penis again, only to feel an invisible force tug at his arm muscles. His fingers were kept just inches away. Every shove and jerk were met with equal resisting force. It was like trying to shove his hand into an especially strong jet of water or air. He wasn't going anywhere. “[i]FUCK![/i]" Just before giving up, he noticed his smart watch again. It was the notification icon for the calendar app with the number 23 next to it. Andy didn't even know he could get notifications on that app. Andy unlocked his watch and went to the calendar app.

It opened up to the current month of May where every single day from today to the end of the month was marked by a new, unread event. The weekdays had already been ticked to remind Andy to workout, but this was different. Today was highlighted. It contained an event Andy hadn't put there: Running! Similar events marked the days following, single phrase workout names with an exclamation point. Pull-ups! Sit-ups! Shadow boxing! Squats! Etc., etc.

“What the fuck?" Andy huffed aloud. “How did-?" He tapped each event to delete them. Normally he would hold his finger down so that the option to delete would pop up, but that didn't happen. He poked, swiped, and jabbed his finger every which way and yet the option to delete them never came up. [i]It's the watch[/i], he finally realized. [i]I gotta get this thing off me.[/i] He tried unclasping the latch to no avail. No matter how hard he tried jimmying his claws into the clasp button it wouldn't give. “COME ON!" he roared. He upgraded to violently tugging and jerking the strap, ready to rip through his wrist if he needed to. It was jerked up into the meat of his paw, though there was no hope of getting it past his pads. It was latched too tightly.

“Fuck…" Andy ran into the kitchen and turned on the faucet. Water came gushing out and he put the watch directly into the stream. The crystal white stream splashed off the black mirror screen and yet he could still see the calendar app open, taunting him with its survival. Two minutes of growling and swearing later he pulled his dripping paw out of the water. The watch was just fine. “Fuck!" His eyes glanced at the knife block on the counter. The temptation was strong, but he kept away. [i]I'm not going to risk losing a paw. At least not yet. [/i]

Andy rubbed his aching wrist and started pacing the room. “What do I do now? What do I do now? Fuck." How many people saw him? Did they call the police? What was his neighbor thinking? He dreaded a knock on the door or a ding on his watch. What time would tomorrow's notification strike? The same time of day? He opened the calendar app to check. None of the events had scheduled times, but he noticed something else. June 1st had an event too. [i]Time to cum! [/i]

Andy's stomach plummeted. [i]No. It's not gonna make me wait 27 freaking days to nut, is it?[/i] His cock and balls were already blue to the point of discomfort. His erection had not waned, nor the flow of precum which left a thin trail on the floor wherever he walked. “Please…" he muttered under his breath. A timid paw reached for his cock, bracing for that magical force to hold him at bay. He was allowed to touch himself this time, but for how long he did not know. His paw slid up and down his shaft steadily, gradually building up speed as his pleasure grew. It went fast, pitting him on the apex in just a few needy jerks. “[i]Unh… Huhhh![/i]"

[i]STOP![/i]

Predictably his paw was shoved off, and no matter how hard he tried he could not reunite his paw pads with that tender cock flesh. He'd already been in the throes of blue balls. This just made things worse. A solemn tear of precum wept from the tip and hit the hardwood with an audible [i]plip[/i]. “Nooooo…" whimpered the fox. “Noooooooooooo…"

He wondered again, what to do now? He couldn't go to work like this, not with the threat of the watch making him strip and jerk his dick. What was he going to tell his boss? What was he going to tell anybody? Hapless tears made their way down his cheeks. He sniffled and wiped them away. [i]No. I'm not gonna let this break me.[/i] Realizing he still had his shoes on, he peeled out of them and his socks. His fur was still moist with sweat; it polymerized with the more acrid copper that was his precum. [i]A shower,[/i] he realized. [i]A cold shower ought to help. [/i]

Andy stormed upstairs and kicked the shower on. He didn't bother letting it get any hotter before he leapt into the frigid spray. He gasped sharply and shivered hard. Such was his ritual after working out, though not something he was used to with such an angry boner. His nuts lifted into his body and the purse shriveled into a yellow, fuzzy brain. His dick, however, stayed hard, absorbing the chilly water like it was nothing. It soothed him of his blue balls, if only because it was a distraction. After some perfunctory shadow boxing he quickly scrubbed himself clean and leapt out of the shower, his neon orange and yellow fur spiked out by the cold water which made his muscles shiver and his nipples hard.

After drying off he went to his phone and called his boss. He explained that he was having a severe medical emergency that was too embarrassing to explain. “It's uh… about my bathroom parts," he said, not having to feign any humiliation. “Doc says I'm gonna be laid low for the rest of the month. I'll keep you updated."

His boss, also a close friend, was wholly sympathetic. “Alright man, I'm real sorry to hear that. You're covered until then."

That was a weight off Andy's shoulders. “Thanks man. Peace." That was one boulder of an issue lifted off what was a whole mountain. 27 days. 27 days of notifications demanding Andy work out and humiliate himself. [i]That fucking coyote,[/i] Andy thought. [i]He had something to do with it. I fucking know it.[/i] But before Andy could reap any sort of revenge, he was going to have to suffer through the remainder of May. If that coyote could curse him like this, odds are he could make things much, much worse. “Fuck," he growled aloud. Once more, he asked himself what to do.

What would any other man do? He worked out, played video games, watched TV, and browsed the internet. His penis stayed hard, that pressurized need to bust lingering within it like a reactor ready to meltdown. [i]Mind over matter. Mind over matter[/i], he would repeat to himself while either watching an NBA game or exercising. He left his arms alone, knowing that tomorrow he would be forced to do pull-ups. What cruelty the curse had in store for him on top of him, he would have to wait and find out. Andy went to bed that night in the nude, without any sheets, his penis still erect, dreams of his naked run through the streets on replay.

[center]***[/center]

His alarm screeched him awake at 7:30, his usual get up time for work. He had off due to his “sickness", but sprung from the mattress like he had to go anyway. He brewed some coffee, fired up a healthy breakfast, and chowed down while listening to a podcast. [i]Not gonna let this break me[/i], he chanted while wolfing down a slab of charred bacon. [i]Not gonna let this break me. No sir.[/i] He spent the remaining morning the same way he had the night before, trying to distract himself from his arousal. The soreness had died down a little, but remained at the bedrock of his loins like a low hanging fog ready to stir up and blind everything around it. [i]Not gonna let this break me. Not gonna let this break me. [/i]

Noon passed, and the time Andy had left the shop approached. He didn't know what time it had been exactly, around 1, so the surrounding minutes were filled with dread. He avoided the clock like the plague, hoping not to stress himself anymore than what was necessary. In the middle of stretching in front of his TV, he heard the smart watch go [i]ding![/i] His arm snapped up automatically and his head tilted to look at it.

[i]PULL-UPS![/i]

Andy shot to attention, his limbs stolen from him again. His heart nearly exploded, it startled him so badly. [i]That's never gonna be easy, is it?[/i] The naked fox began a slow march towards the stairs. [i]Am I not going outside?[/i] He made his way to the second floor and down the hallway into his bedroom. There on his neatly made mattress was a purple object he didn't recognize. It was a strap connected to a smaller strap by a thin wire. Andy had never bought it a day in his life. “The fuck?" He approached the bed and picked up. There he recognized the device, making his heart drop. “Oh no…"

It was a vibrator, one meant for penile stimulation. The larger strap had a battery which would attach to Andy's thigh. The wire connected it to a smaller rubber strap which was to go around the root of his glans, right where that special notch of nerves lay. He watched in horror as he applied it to himself as casually as if he had a thousand times already. The buzzer went right under his cock helmet, already zapping him for some pleasure. Once the battery strap was around his thigh he turned around and started a slow march downstairs and towards the front door.

“[i]No! No no no![/i]" Andy opened the front door, into the brilliant spring sun. His cock led the way, proudly wearing its new accessory. Onto the porch and down the steps he went, making a casual journey to one of the trees that decorated the sidewalk. Nobody was on the street to see him, but he knew that was soon to change. Jaw clenched, he told himself again. [i]Not gonna let it break me. Not gonna let it break me.[/i]

Andy was brought up to a low hanging branch coming off the tree. His paws went to the thigh strap and flicked a switch on the controller. [i]Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz[/i]. That was level 1, and it lit a fire in Andy's cock. A moan bellowed out of him. “[i]Uhhhhhhhh~![/i]"

“[i]Oh my God![/i]" shouted someone down the street. A car passed by, slowing down briefly as the driver noticed the nude fox. Before anyone knew what was happening, he jumped up and grabbed the branch. He hauled himself up effortlessly, the muscles in his arms and chest all bulging at once. His chin went over the branch, and down he came before repeating just as smoothly.

However easy he made it look, his suffering was immense. That low buzzing was like a blowtorch right to the cockhead, milking him for a steady thread of pre which glazed the grass just below him. “Uhhhh… Huhhhhh… Oh God…" More cars passed him. A few honked. Those walking on the sidewalk who did not immediately turn to walk in the opposite direction pulled their phones out and captured the bizarre moment. Up, down. Up, down. So too did his pecker bob with him as his floor muscle would clench involuntarily. “[i]Nyuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh~[/i]"

“Andy!" shouted somebody. Andy's eyes were shut, but he recognized the voice of his neighbor. “What the fuck!?"

He tried explaining himself, but the pleasure was too great. Every syllable was choked by a doleful moan. “[i]I- Nnnnn… Huhhh… Fuck. I can't… Fffffff… Can't stop. Huhhhhhh~![/i]" For a moment he stopped doing pull-ups. Hope flared that it would stop, but instead one paw came off the branch so that he hung from it like a monkey. The other paw went to his thigh and kicked the vibrator to level 2. [i]Bzzzzzzz-ZZZZZZZZZ[/i]. Fuel onto the fire. “[i]Huhhhhhh~![/i]"

He expected to hear more from his neighbor, but when he opened his eyes he saw that he had left. His only company were other people filming him and laughing at his misery. Up, down. Up, down. Up, down. Whimpers and moans. That building burn of a good workout through his upper body. Veins popped to the surface of his limbs as well as his cock. Ecstasy building, building, building. “[i]Huhhhh! HUHHHHHHH~![/i]"

[i]STOP![/i]

Andy let go of the branch and landed on his feet perfectly. His last duty under the curse was to flick the vibrator off, leaving him in the wreckage of another failed orgasm. He had control again, though he could not stop the weight of such awful arousal from dragging him down to his knees. “Unhhh… Fuuuuuck…" He meant to cross his paws over his cock, but the force keeping them away remained. On sheer willpower alone he managed to pull one leg out from beneath him and get his feet beneath him. He sprinted to the front porch and through the open door. The force put behind tearing the vibrator off almost ripped the head of his cock off. He chucked the damn thing across the room where it smacked the wall and fell to the carpet. He huffed and wheezed through rage-filled tears. “Goddammit…" [i]Don't let it break you. Not gonna let it break you.[/i] He could hear the chatter and chuckles from the people outside. He stormed upstairs to escape them, eventually making it to his room where he closed the blinds and slammed the door shut.

Andy paced the room like a maniac. His paws balled into fists at the side of his head, ready to tear the fur out. That promise not to go insane seemed impossible now if it hadn't already happened. The adrenaline started to wane and the spiteful clench around his balls returned in full. Andy whined like a dog before crawling into bed and swaddling himself into the fetal position. He meant to fall asleep, but it wasn't even 2:00 yet. Less than a minute passed before his unwaning hysteria launched him out of the bed and put him into a fit of watching TV, playing games, and going on the internet. “Not gonna break," he'd hiss to himself. His cock would throb. The balls felt like lead. “Not gonna break."

Another fitful sleep brought him into the next day. He'd remembered to turn off his alarm clock the day before, though a disciplined internal clock meant he snapped awake at around the exact time it would've gone off. With dewy eyes and a hard dick he left his bed and got the day started as best he could. [i]Forget about ignoring the clock. I'm gonna track what time it is when that bitch drops so I can prepare for it better.[/i] The event on his calendar called for squats. [i]I have a feeling that one's gonna be especially bad. Am I gonna find something on my bed again? Please God, let it be normal.[/i] Andy was at the dining table when the smart watch went [i]ding![/i] The time read 1:12.

[i]SQUATS![/i]

He shot out of his chair, better prepared but still frightened. “Come on," he growled. “Give me your fucking worst."

It intended to. Andy was marched upstairs to his bedroom like last time. Opening the door revealed his tool for the day: a medium size black dildo complete with balls and a suction cup. His tailhole puckered into a vice. “Oh, come on. You couldn't bring the vibrator back?" He was forced to pick up the long, silicone obelisk and come back downstairs with it. Surprising him was his living room, now magically reorganized as if a horde of gnomes had come in and left while he was upstairs. The floor was cleared to make room for a camcorder and its tripod. It was plugged into his laptop which sat on a stool next to it. In front of it was a workout mat and two 60 pound dumbbells. “The fuck is this?" He was about to wonder how that got there before determining that nothing should surprise him at this point.

Andy was brought to the center of the living room where he was made to squat and slap the dildo on its suction cup like he was planting a flag. [i]Smack![/i] The semi-solid silicone bounced and wobbled while Andy got back up and came around to his computer. He was shocked to find it logged onto an adult streaming service. Cutefuckboys.com read the URL. The stream was set to start in less than a minute with 89 people waiting in chat already. The feed was aimed on the workout mat and the dildo, ready for the star of the show to enter stage left. “No. No, no, no!" The countdown hit zero, and a big red dot appeared on the feed.

Andy came around from the left side of the camera and sauntered into frame, his chiseled glutes swaying gaily along with his tail. He felt the eyes of dozens drilling into his bum while he was made to stand astride the dildo with his feet shoulder-width apart. His tail swept aside, showing off a plump, yellow backsack. Then he squatted slowly, his butt falling slowly onto that thick sex toy.

“No! Come on!" He felt dense rubber brush the inside of his buttocks, striking a lightning bolt up his guts and making him shiver hard. The furs stood on ends and his nipples went hard. “Ah!" He didn't penetrate himself just yet. His paws gripped the dumbbells and lifted them when he stood up and assumed the proper position. “Noooooooo…"

Down Andy came. His form was perfect, and so was his aim. The head of the dildo slid right back up his cheeks and landed on his tailhole. The squat slowed enough for its entry to be gentle, though he was not spared the great stretch of having a dick up his ass. He went further until there was the joyous burst of having his boy spot crushed. His head whipped back, every bone and muscle quivered by a shockwave of joy. His fluffy fox tail swung into a big, gay curl. Without even throbbing his penis let loose a fat glob of precum. The squat held him there for a solid minute, allowing his admirers to savor the sodomy until he made a deft ascent back into the standing position.

The chat sang his praises. Many people asked him to turn the sound on, though they would have to go without it. Silence was acceptable so long as they got to watch such a hunk impale himself so expertly. Mind you, Andy wasn't being silent at all. Every jab into his backside brought a squeal of delight. Just those moments had bombs going off in his cock, launching him onto the brink of cumming before he would stand back up. In the middle of such womanly moans was an impressive form, each one delivered as flawlessly as the last. A small consolation was the fatigue in his muscles distracting him from having his boy buzzer pushed. It grew in tune with his pleasure, his moment of falling out hitting at the exact time his body was ready to cum.

[i]STOP![/i]

Control fell on him like a meteor. His perfect form melted away, causing his lower body to shake and spasm. What little strength he had left prevented the dumbbells from falling through the floorboards. Once they were on the mat safely, Andy fell to his knees and collapsed forward. Beyond the nauseating bliss-torture he could still feel the pierce of so many gazes from behind their computer screens. Andy didn't get up to turn the computer off. He stayed hunched over, forehead on the floor, his nose right in the cloud of cock musk which hovered about his loins like a bad omen. [i]I just wanna cum. I just wanna cum. Please, make it stop.[/i]

But it wouldn't, not today. It was only day two. 25 more to go. It was sit-ups the next day. He was brought back outside so he could hook his knees around the branch and exercise upside down. There wasn't any toy, though every time his torso crunched he was forced to lick the head of his cock and taste the coppery milk that bled from it. He attracted his usual crowd of onlookers, including his boss who had come to do a wellness check. Andy hadn't been answering his phone. Needless to say, he was fired on the spot. After that was yoga. It was back to streaming on cutefuckboys.com, setting a pattern for the rest of the month. It included a set of leather straps and pantyhose Andy was obliged to put on. While doing the downward dog he got to flash his audience with the rhinestone base of a butt plug. The day after he got to show off his dance moves while suffering the tight squeeze of two nipple clamps hung with tassels. He'd acquired a bit of a fanbase by this point, nothing short of a crowd building around his porch every other day when he'd show off his athleticism and a supernatural ability to edge himself. It was with the help of a certain coyote that nobody called the police on him. He wouldn't want Andy to go to jail, not when they were having so much fun.

Andy had stopped promising not to break. His mind had already shattered, each passing humiliation a boot which grinded the shards into dust. He hit a plateau of arousal. The fur around his crotch and inner thighs were always wet with precum. Unable to dry, it sloughed down his thighs, carrying a sexual odor with him everywhere he went. Day 13. Day 14. Day 15. On and on. If Andy wasn't moaning or crying, he was laughing, his only defense against the torture being a manic state brought on by perpetual blue balls. He forgot about the watch. He forgot about the coyote. He forgot about the cards. He forgot about cumming. That word had lost all meaning. There was only exercising and edging. Exercising and edging. Exercising and edging.

Then June 1st hit. Andy was woken up by his watch. He was sitting against the wall in the living room, not an odd place given his erratic sleeping habits as of late. His eyes blinked and his throat snorted. Looking at his watch he saw one message:

Hope you had fun, my sweet, obedient fox. I had a wonderful time watching you, as did so many others. Perhaps now you won't be stealing from anybody anymore, least of all me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy your climax today. Your next one will be in a month.

Sincerely, Benny

Andy didn't read all that. The very moment he read “enjoy your climax" his paw was reaching for his cock. In just a few pumps he was thumping the ceiling with his cum ropes, constellating himself with a rain of pearls, and howling out of the purest joy a soul can withstand.

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