Industrial Espionage (2)
#2 of Industrial Espionage (BDSM/chastity)
Industrial Espionage (2)
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The otter on the bed writhed and panted, and looked painfully at the arctic fox sitting nearby.
"I see you're enjoying yourself," Sanmer mused.
"What...what happened?" Rob asked.
"Nothing," Sanmer said," as it's meant to do. Nothing is the end result."
"Do...what?" Rob groaned.
"To grab you by the balls," the arctic fox stated, "so to speak."
"What's my balls got to do with it?" the otter complained while his eyes lingered on the sight of the green blob of goo covering his dick and balls in its incessant embrace.
"It's been shown to be a very effective way to keep someone in...check," Sanmer said, "and you don't seem to be an exception."
"What do you mean?" the otter hissed.
"This...thing, as it's called, anyway, it'll make sure that you won't go spilling any information...or any cum for that matter," the fox said ruthlessly. "Insurance, like I told you."
The otter's eyes flashed open.
"WHAT!" he yelled.
"Yes..." mused the white fox ever so calmly, "a strapping young man like you must be used to draining his balls as often as possible...well not anymore...not unless you do my bidding."
"You can't be s-serious!"
"I am very serious," Sanmer snapped, the earlier calm exterior suddenly gone and replaced with cool anger. "You broke the trust placed upon you, and you will pay with your balls!"
He gave them a slap through the goo, and the green substance continued to undulate around them, making them jingle almost painfully against one another under the motion.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" the otter bellowed in fear.
"You are NOT getting off before I'm properly done with you...or, alternatively, you do something that pleases me enough to warrant me to give you a reward for....good behavior."
"W-what?" Rob snorted.
"Oh I think you heard me right," Sanmer replied softly." And believe me...if you complain about it too much, the thing has ways to make sure you stay in line..."
"Like...like -like what?"
"Oh, you'll see..." said the fox with an evil grin. "You'll see. And feel."
"This - this can't be legal!" Rob grunted.
"And since when was industrial espionage legal?" the arctic fox challenged the otter easily." And don't go on talking to me about how Big Pharma keeps making people more and more ill so that we can sell more and more expensive drugs to them - you were stealing the plans for a fur growth formula, you know very well what that is for..."
"I..."the otter panted," I just wanted to...I...I needed the money, dude, I - "
Sanmer laughed.
"There's always someone stupid enough who has such a need for money that you'll only have to flash a credit card at them and they're ready to do whatever to get it," the fox mused. "But now that I've got you by the balls...I think you'll be getting exactly what you deserve, you stupid little shit."
Rob was almost close to tears by that point, from humiliation and fear. The fox had truly caught him red-pawed, and he had no chance but to admit that he had been almost too easily seduced by the promise of money. No matter what the fox said, any sort of business ethics hadn't crossed his mind. He knew what he was doing, he was stealing from someone who already had enough money to spare some, he could benefit from it by getting his own share from whoever was the dark figure who had come forward with the suggestion on how he could make an easy buck by stealing the formula from Sanmer Pharmaceuticals.
"And don't you expect to be getting any of that promised money, of course, you know where that's going," Sanmer said, "it won't probably be even a fraction of what it costs me to make a new batch of...Thing here...but don't you worry. You are still getting your pay for your janitorial work, aren't you, Rob?"
Rob coughed.
"You're not firing me?" he was incredulous to the maximum.
The white fox chuffed.
"You're way too valuable to me to be let go...besides...the Thing looks like it doesn't care for you to leave, anyway..." the fox pointed out the slowly wobbling green goo surrounding the otter's junk.
"I can't believe you're going to get away with this," Rob snorted.
Sanmer giggled gleefully.
"You don't know the half of it, Rob Wheatley," the arctic fox said. "And as long as this lip continues...well, you'll know how I can take care of that, you little shit!"
Sanmer got up from his stool.
"I think a couple hours of edging will help you to think about your misdeeds while I prepare a little surprise for your employers," the fox said as he turned to leave. "Thing, take care of the otter for me."
The fox moved out briskly, leaving the otter to gawk after him. Rob could already feel the goo starting to stroke him again, kneading along his shaft, sheath and balls...
"YOU CRAZY FUCKER!"
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