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Fear of Missing Out

Synopsis: A feline understanding their need-seeking, addictive personality through late night incursions of an online amore. The live-in boyfriend doesn't catch signs, and isn't overly involved in his partner's life. The personality seducing this male is constantly suggesting products and services. A deep-seeded fear begins eating away at the one engrossed in the erotic compulsions and cycles. How far can a fetish take him?

Leo saw the time, six pass nine at night. A soft wordless music played in an alternate tab while key taps throttled in between the beats and the synth. The rhythm intoxicated his senses, breathing in and out a little more deeply, prolonging each expansion and deflation. Thoughts about the reply to their message. A light behind him flicked off, and another one flicked on for the upstairs hall. A fox in a tank top reaching below the waist wandered in, agile and silent. The ocelot boyfriend on the computer didn't even register, keeping a vigilant eye on the screen.

The fox used that gentle, smooth agility to slither his arms around the feline's collarbones and give a gentle squeeze. The beige-furred body jolted under the fingers going down over smooth pecs, down the white fur belly, and further into the band of the sweat pants and undies. “I'm going to bed, sweetheart,” the fox cooed to his feline partner and adding seductively in their ear. “There's room for one more. A limited time offer...”

“I'm calling you out for false advertising. I remember when it used to be 'anytime I want it'.” The ocelot typed continuously, filling out space on the computer with certain lines of code. “I can still wake you up for a little fun, later. I just need to get a lot of this work done.”

“You've already used that one on me. No guarantees. No sale.”

“Fine. I'll buy you that James Jeshery Jungovian book series you always love to talk to me about and I never understand anything about.” This had the fox hiding his head behind the ocelot's head. Canine ears pointed up around the rounder ears of the feline. Then, they relented with a disgruntled noise before agreeing. The feline lips curled up, and said, “Good. I'll see you when I finally get to bed.” They kissed, but the fox climbed the stairs with a slight droop to the ears and less animation in the tail.

Meanwhile, the computer screen was showing the pointer going up and taking down the page of code, revealing another window, and reading words from another participant in chat. The name beside the words went like: “Pl$2DropU”. The conversation waking back up from its pause. Paws typing back, saying, “Hey, I'm back. Just saying, ready whenever you are...” But they didn't press enter at the end of typing.

No, the ocelot paused before sending the words they said in their head and in text. Something caused them to back space. A stillness in the moment. Their eyes golden and vacant while staring out. The line reversed the words and replacing them was, “Needy kitty.” A huge thrill ran through the feline body, from tail, to cock and up the belly, to chest and higher, leaving them light-headed and dizzy.

Pleased2DropYou replied back.

“That's a good kitty.” The single line stated. It came before the next line, and every single sentence after the other. “You're programming helps you remember your place, kitty. There's just peace. Only relaxed kitty. Your world foggy with heat. The words too good to keep out of your empty. Feels better to have my words in there. Deeper and more relaxed. Slipping kitty. Just drifting. Lost in the words.” Each statement hitting the screen and absorbed into the ocelot's attentive eyes. His bare, cream colored chest filled and emptied with the diaphragm's dance. And the words predicted this. “Chest rising and falling with each breath. You're more calm. You're trusting. My words are reality, now.” The ocelot responded with heavy squirms. The hardening between his legs grew out stiff and tinting the gray sweat pants. “You're so glad to be here. Feels good. Feels right. Just a little brainwashing.” The ocelot reached down, stroking. “You are being brainwashed into the best kitty. Stroking like you're brainwashed. Showing you love your brainwashing. Deep strokes. Slow, relaxed strokes.” The words overflowed in short bursts, a long column dominating the chat box, rearranging and sometimes repeated in different orders. They listed suggestion after suggestion, mostly using the word “brainwashed.” Repeating for another fifteen minutes as the ocelot went on stroking like that, baffled and lost with nothing but words leading into oblivion. Eventually, the loose sweat pants got swept aside by the lengthy and forceful stroking. His paw moved up and down nine inches of very thick cock. It curved a little and got so big and stiff that it was comfier without the pants. The tip pinched out some pre after eight minutes of brainwashing. The long meat simply got coated in excited fluids as the stroking went into perpetual gooning along side the brainwashing.

It all culminated to the point the ocelot, before climaxing, had to type with only their left paw. “Kitty needs to cum”.

“Good kitty. Not yet. Keep going. Edge. And use the free hand to close these pop-ups.”

He whined. This was the most frustrating part. Pleased2Dropyou used a special program to send pop-ups and ads they designed. And good kitty was tasked with stroking, edging, and closing each one. It started with 3 or 4 windows jumping onto the screen. Then, words from Pleased2DropYou battered the senses, suggestions of good kitty. Brainwashed kitty. Pop up windows. Tens of them. Some repeats. Some different designs of the same product. Click-click-click-click. Up and down. The stroking grew more rapid and desperate. The lusting heat of the moment being scalded by the vaporizing of pop-up windows and advertisements. Who even uses this or that? The ocelot furiously clicked the windows back to the void. Just as the paw furiously rubbed to keep the softening at bay. So frenzied and lost in the activity, so desperate to keep pleasure coming and the feeling of obeying beyond expression, all drove the feline to masturbate themselves into each repetitive stupor repeatedly. There were moments of clarity, vague confusion and gone the next time pop ups threatened what Pleased2DropYou says in each message. The outside sensation slipping in and reminding the ocelot their cock is long, limp and pouring out precum. The pop ups finally stopped after what felt like a whole day of work, and the text transitioned from repeat brainwashing suggestions into other suggestions.

“That's a deep kitty. Obedient, leaky, and so far gone. It felt good to fall this deep. You will do it, again. You are unable to get away. You're trapped inside this loop. You said that this was the last time. Didn't you? And said the same thing last time. Didn't you?” The ocelot nodded, breathless and so horny. Drool started falling off their weak lips. “Then, you came back. Go back and see how many time you keep returning. Then, you'll learn your lesson. Accept this and be a good kitty.”

Pleased2DropYou went Offline. Not another word, no discussion, and zero clue who they were or what they were thinking. Leo woke up just a little while later, coming to after such a heavy daze. There was a feeling of being drained, emptied. It was something he wanted before. But everything had a coldness about it that the ocelot didn't feel comfortable with. He looked between himself, soaked pants and lap fur, and the screen. The offline name on the list of many other similar names. Dozens of titles like “Sure2Obey”, “N33dlessRestnce”, “Gone4Good”, “Spiralologist69”, “TheQuickandTheDazed”, “SimpSons” - that was a taboo road even for Leo. Eventually, despite being constant perverts, permanent ghosts not to be heard from after just a few encounters. Leaving Leo's title, “DropkitMurry”, Online above, alone on the chat menu screen.

-

Leo slept in, hearing Alex from the downstairs yell, “I'm gone to work! Have a wonderful day at Terrance's. I love you, dear!” The door shut, and the ocelot stared at the ceiling. The mind was sluggish and having trouble reorienting back to normal life. It felt tempting to just go into a blank state, do everything the “Leo” he knew would need to get done, then operate on the whims of another, let the body go and do whatever the controller said. He was hard under the covers. The pajamas that replaced last night's sweat pants felt wet, now.

Luckily, the ocelot went to Terrance's yesterday. Obligations fulfilled, Leo went back onto the laptop. The messenger window showed the same names Offline. It was likely Pleased2DropYou worked during the day. He took the extra time to get caught up with clients, sending out emails and updates on projects that were progressing and others waiting for info. Eventually, after eating breakfast and watching some television, Leo grew so bored and started thinking absently about last night. Then, other nights invaded those thoughts. It was difficult not to drift. Those moments so relaxing that the reminders of them held such sway inside his mind. He swooned thinking about all the brainwashing since they've met online. Each night his mind got lowered into a bath of words with bubbles of obedience. Distracted, fully, the ads got into his mind as well.

The ocelot went back to the computer and placed order after order. It resembled clicking to close a window, the feline moved so quick and automatic. Every trace on the computer deliberate and instant. Then, nothing. A moment passed where nothing happened, and the computer screen only showed the empty desktop with just a dozen icons around the sides. Leo started coming to. Enough to realize that money had been spent. Object were coming into the mail. Something like panic started setting in, and then chat messenger showed “Online: Pleased2DropYou.”+

The entire moment froze for Leo. He could only stare and get a little more wet in his pajamas. The sex smelled strong in the chair after so much of last night.

“You're being a good kitten.” The words said to Leo caused him to melt, quickly into typing thank you and ready to serve. “Submitting even harder. Your brainwashed mind. It's giving more. Taking more of you. Leaving only the Owner. The Owner is pleased with you. Owning you will be easy at this rate.” Leo jerked all nine inches out of the pajamas, not even noticing when that started happening. “Owning you is our goal. Your weak mind needs an Owner.”

“Ohhh-ffFu-!” Leo came on the keyboard, teaspoon sized globs pelting the corners and space-bar. The feline shook and breathless struggled typing in “Came again...”

The words on the screen took command instantly of the vulnerable ocelot. “Leave no trace. Eat. Lick. Swallow. Rid all signs of your lust. Consume your own lust. Accept your desires. Get used... To being... Brainwashed.” He did as commanded, lifting up a paw to take away the covering cum, then dabbing up his lap with fingers and sipping the salty fluid, and finally, gingerly lapping up bits off the keyboard. Although, it wasn't perfect. In Leo's mind, seeing creamless areas seemed perfectly ideal.

He typed out, “Done,” back to the instructor, the Owner.

“Good kitty. Begin your task and focus on obeying as you close these ads for your Owner...” It began, again. It was even more torturous. Leo felt completely flaccid. The pajamas had to catch the draining load as that thick cock shrank and conceded. Still, the kitty stared and clicked without a thought, no hesitance, and tail swinging. Not oblivious to the tediousness of the task nor the lack of feeling between his legs, the ocelot closed hundreds of pop-ups. This avalanche of windows on the screen invaded with the greatest in numbers. Lots of catching up and spamming clicks. It sounded like a pro-MOBA player who began competing for a million dollar prize.

Leo clicked for two hours. The Owner's account went Offline half way through the process of shutting every advertisement. He awoke very long after that. A puddle of drool matted down the fur from his chest to belly button. The heat was stifling. The fog inside his brain hid so many moments. Some part of Leo viewed the mindless task and its completion with a silent horror. Nothing remained on the screen, empty like he deeply felt. Just the lingering fatigue, tired eyes and lack of brain functioning.

It took about an hour, but Leo composed himself and cleaned up before supper. The late evening arrived before the fox returned from work. The door opened next to the ocelot laying on the couch while the television plays cooking channels. After grabbing the plate left out for them, the fox takes dinner to the couch and sits with Leo's lounging head. The ocelot propped up against the fluffy red furred thigh. Being near a warm body quelled the deeper hollow sense left behind from those online antics, earlier.

“So...” the fox said softly, deposited pasta bowl and spoon with soft clinks to the side table. The room, well lit, made it possible for Leo to study his partner's expression in the window pane glass, sitting behind next to the chef on television. The volume on the channel went down. “You want to talk about the little shopping spree from today? I don't mind you indulging yourself- there's just... a lot. All at once.”

Leo didn't really think about how to respond. It's something he barely remembered, never considering it actually happened. “Yes,” the ocelot said. “In fact, I got them as very early birthday presents. For some folks. In the distant family.”

“Oh. So, they need a dozen broadband, high-definition security cameras?”

“Yep. That's uncle Darrel. He's super paranoid.”

“A kitchenette set. A punching bag. 'The Vrooms' on vinyl?”

“For the cousins. One of them just moved into a new place.”

The fox stared down at Leo. “A ball gag. Collar. And a wifi-remote controlled cock sleeve?” A white brow arched skeptically.

“Uhm...” The feline's face grimaced a little. “That was something... we could use... you know?” This made the fox blink in surprise. “Yeah. Those times I wanted you... to do that stuff. And we tried. Then-”

“Then, I said, 'this is too difficult and silly',” Alex nodded. “Maybe talk to me more about it before ordering stuff.” He looked at the TV screen. “I... I will try that stuff, again. For you.”

Leo's tail waved around by the edge of the couch, swishing back and forth. The feline lips smirked out of hopeful delight. And the thought of the fox doing some of the things... The memories of what happened just started flooding back. They caught the feline off guard, and he plunged down, spiraling into hours of being hard and wet. It turned into long minutes beside the fox. Alex checked down and saw his partner distantly staring at the ceiling.

Some intuition told him, now, would be the time to turn this moment on his boyfriend. Alex caressed the naked chest fur, tracing lines around pecs and brushing their nipples between strokes. The fox cleared his throat. Swallowed. The moment was passing, and the ocelot continued looking blankly at nothing. He tried taking a calm breath, looking for the right words.

“The relaxation you feel is... nice. And, the air you breath is like a soft wind from a picture. One that, you, yourself, uhm, enjoy a lot.” The fox made a soft, annoyed whine despite himself. “You're sleepy. So sleepy.” His voice didn't adjust, simply room volume and without rhythm. “Those eye lids. They don't... feel like they can open anymore. There's something heavy in them.” He was getting so nervous and annoyed. The ocelot just lay dazed, still. In a last ditch effort, the fox pulled down the blue shorts on his partner and leaned down. First, he used a tongue to reveal the rest of the bulging skin out of the feline sheath. That fox tongue took long strolls at the underside of Leo's lengthening meat. It was halfway fully erect when lips and mouth folded around the sensitive prick.

Leo stayed still. He was mindless and inside the memories, just earlier and last night, then a few times before. The ocelot went so far back to the day they met. A time when Leo scrolled through adult social media apps, reading things he thought about, seeing others do things he imagined doing; and there the male feline discovered accounts trying to find submissive men. Always many one-offs, some slightly personable than others. It was “Pl$2DropU” that struck a devious chord within Leo. Posting spirals on their page and writing naughty, captivating words. Then, the ads started flooding in. No, they really began falling out of the memories into the feline's conscious space. And he was cumming.

-

Saturdays, the couple took time to themselves. Alex woke up before his feline partner. A morning wood packed in the blue and yellow striped briefs around their waste. The fox moved around, cooking eggs and toast, to the computer to play some music, and cleaning up the business suit. After the brief routine, the ocelot stayed in bed while he read a book on the couch.

After an hour, Leo finally descended the stairs, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Good... afternoon.”

“You stayed up super late,” the fox said. Leo was picking through leftover toast and eggs, cold. “If work gets to be too much, you should take a hiatus.”

Leo shook his head, and lost track of what he was about to say. The ocelot opened his mouth and no words sprang to mind. Luckily, the door bell rang. Alex got up in just the briefs and opened the door. A large ape with a brown postal uniform blushed when asking for a signature. The beefy ape left quickly and many boxes remained. About five boxes, full arms-worth sizes, sat around the porch mat. Alex just let out a tired sigh.

The couple brought in the new shipment. Both opening the boxes, the fox slowly and the ocelot rapidly cleaning out the interiors. “You don't have to rush, hun...” But Leo didn't act like they listened. He even folded up the empty cardboard into clean stacks and packed them in the garage. “Why all this stuff, all at once?” Alex asked. “This is excessive, isn't, Leo?”

But when the fox looked, the ocelot only had the vacant stare, again. And Alex, who almost exclaimed in frustration and confusion, caught the huge tinting within the new pair of pajamas, changed after going to bed. The grand size of the nine inches resisted the fabric and pulled the baggy sides taut. He looked at those empty eyes. Nothing behind them.

Alex, with a heavy sigh, went to his knees. The fox paws pulled down the hem of the pajamas. The ocelot's dick flicked up and spring back with bits of pre hitting the fox in the muzzle. “Fuck,” Alex whispered, sensing the heat just in close proximity. Both their paws wrapped about Leo and started pumping the tip into the dark lips of the fox's muzzle. With loose paws, he sunk down further on the length, bobbing and going further down. The five inches felt comfortable and his paws clasped the remaining inches in protecting his bobbing mouth and throat.

He sucked off the ocelot while looking up at the empty expression. The heavy, thick five inches grew close to being too much at moments, but Alex used the greed to drive his gagging reflexes away. Slobber fell over the side of his mouth as each thrust replaced it with cock juices. There was more pre-ejaculate than Alex remembered. The fox bounced on the clasped fingers, a slight brush against the back of the throat. Drool and other fluids covered his chin, hands, neck and some around the knees, on the floor. Keeping one ring around the cock, he reached the other hand to tease the feline, fuzzy sac. With a thumb and index finger, Alex rolled pressure between the orbs and then pressed soft circles, massaging from center out.

Leo moaned and leaned on the fox's head for balance. Hips trembling, the feline felt another orgasm. He lost count at this point. It was getting harder to think. Just cumming his brains out inside the sucking fox muzzle only existed right now. The climax felt so good that the mindless ocelot drooled from the lips down on to his partner's back. Vaguely, the sound of grunts and sucking, wet thick gulping from somewhere intensified.

Alex took the load and jerked himself to climax in just a minute. After, the couple both took a break. The fox went upstairs to shower and clean. Leo sat, then layed back in exhaustion. He stayed like that on the floor . Except when Alex returned, walking down the stairs in a robe, fur freshly dried and slightly puffy from blow drying.

-

“I'm not complaining about getting more dick. But what has gotten into you, lately?” When they finished asking, Alex turned the corner and saw the ocelot connecting cords on a step ladder. New security cameras got put in around the kitchen and living room. The fox stopped paying attention to Leo and searched the other rooms. The desk area had a camera, and everywhere downstairs kept one. “Leo, why are you putting camera in our house?”

“It's just for safety,” Leo replied. He was about to put up the empty boxes left in a pile, but his partner stopped him. The fox gently pulled the ocelot by the arms to look at them.

“Do you feel unsafe, my love? What's going on?”

Leo actually thought hard about what to say. “I think...” His words kept the fox waiting in suspense. “It's a bad pop-up blocker.”

“It's a wha...”

“My pop-up blocker. Doesn't work. There's something. Popping up.”

“Uhm, you're not making sense. I need you to make sense, Leo.”

“Once these are installed. I can go back. Be Owned, again.”

“Owned. You're referencing something you said before.”

“Owned and obedient. It will be good for you.”

“Please, I-” But the fox got cut off by a kiss. The larger ocelot encircled his partner with strong arms and scooped up Alex in a warm, fuzzy embrace. The heat started getting to the fox. Under the feline, he wanted to melt and let that tongue stuff that muzzle full . It was rough and delightful to play with his own. It lightly scraped his lips with soft, slow licks. “P-please... Leo,” he said breathless, the feline attacked the nape of the neck with the tongue's grooming force. The ocelot found the spot that had his legs shaking and weak, only the embrace held Alex up. “Leeeeooo...” the whine slipped out. Laying the fox down and lifting the legs, Leo brought his tongue between his boyfriends ass cheeks. “Leo!” The moan welcomed further licking, sucking, kissing on the sensitive anus. “Yesss...” Full lips and tongue made out with Alex's hole. Both their tired cocks sprang to life and throbbed.

-

After the evening, Sunday morning, until Leo finally got upstairs, brushed their teeth, and coiled up in the bed, the fox opened his eyes. Alex checked how deeply asleep the ocelot was. He left his partner in the bed to go downstairs, and booted the laptop up. Leo's account was freely accessible, and so Alex went through the websites and apps. The messenger list had weird names, but it didn't phase him. He tried looking for pornography, downloads or history and cookies. It was mostly scrubbed. But bookmarks gave away the most obvious flags like message boards and social media for adult males.

Alex checked some the social sites, not noticing “Pl$2DropU” came Online inside the messenger box, nor the red glowing dot on the camera above his head. Several moments later, he caught a message popping up. A block of words reading: “Hey, kitty. I know you said that your partner isn't pleasing you or meeting needs or whatever. But I found a new book that might help you two. This topic is more frequent than many like admit. Helping to understand each other is important, you know what I mean? You both deserve to be happy the way I make you happy.” The fox squinted spitefully at the last line. “Do you want him to make you feel the same things I make you feel?”

Alex typed back, “Yes, I need him, still. And maybe we can still work it out.”

“Great! I'm so glad. You sound much more optimistic than usual. But first we need to do our thing real quick. Do you remember what that is?”

Typing back, “No. Remind me, again.”

“We breath... In and out. For five seconds, taking in a breath. Holding it a few seconds. Breathing out for another five seconds. Letting it fade away.” Despite himself, Alex read the words and reacted accordingly. “Keep doing this. Keep minding your breathing. We're working on slowing down that breathing. Lengthen your breathing. Relax yourself with your breathing. Gently and deeply. Easily focused on breathing. Easily relaxed through focused breathing.” It took the fox a few tries, but the words repeated again and several different patterns. The constant suggestions focused his mind back on the task of just breathing. Such a single-minded task, but it rewarded plenty of relaxation. The late hour weighed heavy on his eyes, as well. “There you go. Perfectly drifting in that haze. It's better to read the words like this. More focused. More relaxed. It will be easier to absorb. Understanding the words. That's most important. And your mind gets slower. The more relaxed, the slower you think. So you can only focus on one thing. The words are important. Begin focusing ten times harder, breathing deeper. Going deeper.”

The fox sat on the desk chair heavily and slid down in it some. They stared at the screen, reading and assured this will give him the clues they so desperately want. As if reading their thoughts, the next words triggered a desperate hope: “Let's begin with being more susceptible. So your boyfriend can mesmerize you...”

-

Leo jolted up in bed, awake from a vivid dream he just had... Checking the cellphone, he read 2pm on Sunday. Some relief washed through the ocelot. It was temping to relax a few minutes longer. Then, thoughts of hot voids, large black holes and deep embedded suggestions called out like sirens from hidden depths of his mind. In order to resist, they got up and dressed, preparing to go cook some breakfast, and find out whether Alex got called into work or not.

The house was quiet. No television or kitchen noises sounded from below. Leo thought he heard movement downstairs, but nothing distinctly telling. Except, walking down, several more items sat up in the space between kitchen and living. A kennel style cage, rectangular with thick, squared bars and a cushioned surface atop was the first to notice. On the cushion lay a virtual headset. Beside it, shiny and small metal things. Another bit of furniture, what looked like a tool box against the wall with an odd glove, deep gray coloring, perched atop. Before the ocelot could explore the materials, the ones that were definitely not here yesterday, Alex walked into view.

Instantly, Leo took in the nude body of the fox, a lithe white and red with a sheath and peaking, fattening cock. Only just a moment until Alex stole all attention and sent the ocelot into a sudden panic with the single statement. “You are brainwashed by Pleased2DropYou.” Icy chills crept inside Leo as the fox just looked defiantly and focused.

“Alex... I need to talk to you about that. I've been trying to tell you. But it got out of paw so quickly. And you remember what you said the last time, calling the hypnofetish stuff silly and sad. I know you said sorry, but I want something like that. And I want you. I've been selfish. But I want you and don't want to give up because I have a... needy, joyful, life-fulfilling fetish buried inside my person... I'm super scared you won't understand, Alex. Please.” The ocelot searched for some sign if things were bad or....

The fox wasn't revealing anything but stilted, withdrawn staring. The brow would twitch, a line of the lip quivered, but the face would return to nearly unreadable. Leo waited. “If you need to take time to think about...” The ocelot shut up with a stupefied feeling over-riding any action.

Something finally connected. It could've been the way Alex's face, his lover going slack and the eye lids sinking and mouth hanging. Leo instantly triggered upon noticing that state his boyfriend now was in. And the fox simply repeated.

“You are brainwashed by Pleased2DropYou.” Everything flicked into place. Leo stood for another seconds and undressed, equally aroused as the naked fox standing across from him. “Deep. Brainwashed. Enslaved.” Their words sent jolts through feline's warm body.

Leo only responded with a nod and the same dazed, half-lidded, slack-jaw expression. The same three words ran along the doll-like vocals of the fox, again. “Deep. Brainwashed. Enslaved.” Once again, Leo chimed in the next time with his own droning sound. “Deep. Brainwashed. Enslaved. Deep, brainwashed, enslaved.” Until reaching unison, both chanted the same 3 words over and over. They both moved silently, the ocelot sitting on the cushion of the rectangular cage, along side the other devices. The fox tossed the useless clothing. The next thing, Alex went and came back with two pocket-sized containers. Contact lenses, both put them in delicately but without hesitation. The fox and ocelot finally blinked their new vision enhancements into place.

Bar codes. And white space filled the two males' eyes. Lines arranged exactly like a shopping tag replaced the space meant for iris and pupil and all.

“Citizen cell 87BX90 signing... ON,” Alex commanded thin air. Leo's limp tail flicked at the final word. The cameras in the corner adjusted, blinking with just subtle red dots. Mood lighting changed automatically, the room plunging into yellow warm tones of deep sunset. The ocelot blended into the room's coloration while the fox's red fur burned deeper in contrast. “Subjects ready for recording. Counting initial 5... 4... 3... 2.. 1...” Another few seconds passed in silence and stillness.

Then, Alex continued on a new tangent in a more livelier and projecting tone. “This is BuyNow Do-ables division.” The fox put feeling into the words while the lips dance a simple drone body with bar code eyes. “We're, here, trying an array of mood-setting play toys that will bring spicier sex into any lucky household.” Alex trotted over to the VR headset, lifted it with one hand, and the other to act as if uncovering the device. “This is DigiVizor69. It has applications outside the bedroom, but the Do-ables website provides our in-house 'vision-factories' content. Using these for specific purposes, or just experiment, like we are... now.”

With that, the fox strapped the visor over the ocelot's naked head. Tail limp and taking it without a word, staring ahead with lines instead of eyes. The contacts hindered nothing as Leo wiggled and grew thick, standing the prick up fully. Then, he relaxed, the arms, fingers and palms resting with openness; shoulders sloping; and Alex catching the falling feline-torso and lowering the soft, warm back on to the empty spot along the table's cushion. He even adjusted their legs like big heavy logs, swiveling around, and placed each one on either side of the other items. The fox's paws handled the cage, separating its large ring from the limp, phallic bars. The ring was an inch round. The other portion stumped down to a soft quarter inch. In preparation, the fox grabbed a cup and sponged from the tool box.

“As you will notice, the visuals and DigiVizor's quality coloration and 3-D effect patterns go so far to stimulate someone such as this.” The ocelot was hard, leaking and dripping down along the base. Fluid was warming and wetting the inside sheath and on the outside, sliding to tickle his fuzzy orbs. It traveled deeper down and caressed the taint. It sent a shiver through Leo as they went back to heavily panting, relaxing and watching whatever's on the screen.

“Now,” Alex started with a new, shiny device in paw. “I'm going to administer the Dubro Slick, a wonderful, versatile prostate massaging piece of smooth steel. It's designed for hand-held and plugging action.” The reflective drip-like smooth length disappeared all four and half inches inside the ocelot. They could only lay, relaxed and dazed. Their body took big breaths and continued leaking drool from two different places. His boyfriend used the device and slipped around inside the feline's hungry ass. The moans drew out more intensity as the smooth, long dew drop teased the hot button inside, up along the ceiling. “There's also better ways to get the result one might be trying to achieve. Thanks to the programming of the Vizor and some certain stimuli, my partner will cum if I say the trigger words “Beyond Fucked.”

Leo jolted in the hips, thrusting up and popping off loads of white slivers. They dotted the feline's smooth tummy as Alex played and toyed from behind. The fox watched carefully as their partner contorted heavily throughout the orgasm. Once they finally subsided into a heaving sticky mess, the smooth device slid free and something else could be felt. The ocelot only could stare at the vizor, still so brain fried and foggy in a exhaustive haze.

“These are a good way to initate your partner into more long-term goals in play.” The metal slid around Leo's dick and balls, the dwindling echoes of arousal setting behind the cool interiors of a cage. “I place the balls through the loop, like so, and pull the cage on and lock it with a quick click.” The feline's sex actually throbbed a little at the locking sound. “Get the Silver Slaver cage while supplies last.” There was a pause before the fox continued. “And if you're still not satisfied when the prick is away, well... the glove can come to play. This Super Jolter glove will shockingly be perfect as your lover stays at your mercy.”

-

The couple stood apart staring at the contacts, which were now put up, along with the other toys and devices. All of them lay clean on a towel, the lighting changed back to the normal house lights and the cameras might be off as well. Both shared in the sense of what happened happened, but it was also difficult to focus on what exactly transpired. A mental block made it impossible to dig into the memory without setting off intense arousal. And they both fought it back as their dicks accused and pointed at the other's dick.

“What are we going to do?” one of them spoke but it sounded like both their voices. So many other voices and things circling through their minds, Leo was most determined of all, though. He broke the un-eye contact first by looking directly at his partner, both nude and vulnerable as ever. Alex returned the look but expecting a solution more than ever. And the intensity of the ocelot showed firey determination.

“We're going to contact customer service.”