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It had been a week since Joey had started the hypnosis treatment, and he was was...irritable, to say the least.

No matter how much he slept in early, or how much he'd thought he'd gotten a good night's sleep, he always woke up feeling tired. At first, he chalked it down to over-tiredness, so when he decided to stay up late, he found himself even more tired than before. His work was slipping, but thankfully, he had already finished the assignment ahead of time. He could afford to be a little lazy during the week, so for the most part, he stayed at home and tried to keep to himself. Luckily, he had Taro for company, who almost never seemed to go into his own lectures.

Despite that, he was feeling a little more...confident. He was coming out of his shell a lot more than usual, and he certainly didn't feel as shy around Taro, and or some people for that matter, than he used to. He felt easy-going, like he could have a laugh without needing to be careful not to laugh too much. It was an exhilarating feeling, and despite the weird dreams and confusing points where his sexuality came into question, and boost in confidence was worth it. He had kept attending his hypnotherapy sessions every evening to make sure it stayed that way for the time being, hoping to pluck up the courage to ask Alexa out on a date. He had even spoken with his doctor about the weird dreams, and the hypnotherapist had chalked it down to some odd side-effect. Of course, the Doctor knew better.

Taro, of course, had had a huge part to play in Joey's tiredness, unbeknownst to the poor fox. Since Joey had been on his treatment, he had been in a sleepwalking trance, visiting Taro's room every night. The two had engaged in all manner of heinous, lewd activities, in varying positions. Sometimes they went all night until dawn, and other times they would only enjoy each other a couple of times before they went to bed. Of course, that was all down to Taro, too: Joey never really seemed to have a will of his own when he was in the trance, so all it took was Taro's command to get him to do whatever he wanted.

Over the week, Taro had been molding the poor Fox into the perfect boyfriend that he so desperately needed. He'd trained Joey to enjoy the feeling of being seen naked, of being sweaty, being tied up, and even more. They'd had sex in almost every room in the house, from the living room to the bathroom. They'd even done a few things outside as well in the dead of night, enjoying the idea of lewding in public. Joey was beginning to see which kinks fit at which times and even taking the initiative on occasion, in their nightly encounters.

It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, however. Even Taro got tired after a point, and the two of them were mostly sleepy during the day and often had early nights. Some days, Taro would wake up to find Joey gyrating and grinding over the top of him, and he simply wouldn't be up for the task. Thankfully, Joey would retreat when told.

Taro had known, after the very first night, to be discreet in their acts. He'd almost spilled the beans the very first time, and he could tell that Joey was confused as to why they were sharing a bed. So, every night, he always commanded Joey to shower and then go to his own room to sleep, so that he woke in the morning without any knowledge of what had transpired.

Slowly, the treatment was setting in deeper than it had before. During the night, Joey would be more than happy to enjoy Taro's company, both sexually and emotionally, and during the day, he was beginning to form an attraction. It was slow, and subtle, but it was getting stronger and stronger by the day. The treatment would only last 3 months, but Taro had a feeling that Joey might be more than ready to be together in a couple of weeks time, if things kept going the way they were.

It was early morning again on the Friday around the end of November, and Joey rolled out of bed with a groan, rubbing his eyes groggily. He was tired again, and he knew it. His mind briefly flashed to the rather oddly vivid dream he had. He had dreamt he was having sex with Taro again. The first time, he had imagined it in a classroom, and the subsequent times had been in a variety of places, from their own apartment, to in his parent's house. This time it was right in the middle of the street. Each time, the pleasure felt to intense that it had almost felt real, but whenever he woke up, he was back in his bed. The dreams were haunting him every day and he didn't know whether he was gay or straight anymore. The tiredness didn't help, either. With a sour expression, he got to his feet and wandered out into the hallway.

He smoothed back his head and grumbled his frustration as he grabbed the milk from the fridge. Taro didn't appear to be up yet, but that didn't bother him. He had enjoyed his time spent with the Kitsune over the past week. He felt as if they were beginning to connect on a personal level, but he was trying to remain distant. The dreams he was having about the Kitsune made him uncomfortable, and besides, he wasn't gay. Plus, Taro was in a relationship, too. He couldn't come between that, even if he wanted to.

He poured out some cereal into a bowl and began chewing it thoughtfully, feeling run-down and tired. He had to go in for his lecture today to hand in his assignment. If he didn't, he wouldn't get graded and it'd affect his entire degree, so it was important he went along. Part of him felt guilty: he had remained at home the entire week, and he knew that Rhys had been texting him, asking him where he was. Though, Joey had never replied, and Rhys clearly wasn't that concerned, considering he hadn't come to the apartment. But, nonetheless, he was ashamed at not having seeing his friend for so long. He couldn't just say he was tired, either; that was a lame excuse for not being around.

He sighed and polished off his bowl as he got to his feet, shuffling away towards his room. He slipped into his room and got himself dressed. It was getting colder and colder outside, so he made sure to keep himself wrapped up nice and warm inside gloves and a winter coat. With that, he collected his things, leaving his laptop behind, and then headed towards the door, hearing the murmurings of Taro lazying about in his bed. It seemed that Joey's stirrings had woken up the Kitsune, but he hadn't yet gotten out of bed to do anything about it. Joey felt the overwhelming urge to go see him, but he fought it off and headed out the door, shutting it quietly behind him.

Taro slowly rolled out of his own bed and wandered, naked, into the living room to find himself in an empty house. He sighed, rubbing the back of his head when he realised Joey had just left. He wasn't going to run after him in the nude: he'd just wait until he got home. He made his way to the kitchen and retrieved an energy drink from the fridge, heading into the living room and sitting down. He mulled over his plans: TV, booze, masturbation, more TV. That sounded about right.

Then he remembered Kasem. What was he going to do about that Leopard? They had talked, briefly, over the phone a couple of times, and Kasem had begged him to see him each and every time, but Taro had always blown him off. He was taking up most of his spare time with Joey and, admittedly, he had no idea what Joey might do if there was no-one in the house with him when he entered his trance. But Taro knew he needed to do something about Kasem before it was too late. Taro might be a bit of an asshole at times, but he definitely didn't like to string people along. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialled his 'boyfriend's' number.

Kasem picked up almost immediately, which was a bit of a worrying sign.

"Taro?" The Snow Leopard sounded tired, but his voice was pitched and desperate. Taro could tell already that this was not going to be a fun discussion.

"Kasem," The Kitsune began, exhaling a small sigh, trying to choose his words carefully. "Uh...how are you?"

"I'm good," The feline played himself off as casual, but his tone told a different story. "Yourself?"

"Yeah. I'm okay." Taro murmured in response. He knew he'd have to pick what he said with due care and attention. One wrong word and it might set the feline off into a rant.

"...I miss you." Kasem muttered quietly after a while, and the loneliness was evident in his tone. Taro felt a pang of guilt, but he knew this had to be done. There comes a time when you have to draw a line in the sand, and this was it.

"Look, Kasem, I've given it some thought, and..." He began, and trailed off, trying to think about what to say.

"And?!" The feline pressed, his voice soon raising in pitch again. Taro winced.

"This isn't going to work. I think it's best if we just...call it off. We had a good run, and it's best if we m--"

"No," Kasem replied rather abruptly amidst his short speech, and Taro paused, wincing again. "We can't. I don't want to. Please. Taro. I need you."

"I'm sorry. I just...I'm not in love with you anymore, Kasem. It's not far to lead you on, we just need to end it before there's any more heartbreak."

"...Is it someone else? Is it me? I can change, Taro, please!" The Kitsune knew that his boyfriend, or rather, ex-boyfriend would be like this, but he had no other option. Joey was becoming more and more of a better boyfriend than Kasem had ever been. He was sick of the arguments and sick of the way that Kasem always had to bring other people home to enjoy his time with. Taro had voiced his opinion on that multiple times and it was overlooked. This was the final straw. At least, that's what the Kitsune told himself. He knew he was an ass: He'd been with Joey, been a hypocrite to himself and to Kasem for the past week. He knew it was wrong, so it was best to end it now before the lie got any more.

"I'm sorry." Taro muttered quietly, making it clear that his word was final, and there was no changing it. Luckily for the Kitsune, Kasem never really left anything at his place, cementing the idea in Taro's mind that Kasem didn't really want to be with him and just enjoyed a 'base' to come back to.

"Fine," The feline's voice was curt and venomous, but riddled with tears and sorrow. "I hope you rot."

Kasem hung up before Taro could say another word, and the Kitsune groaned in frustration, rolling his head back. He was going to feel the pain of that breakup for a while, but only because of the guilt. He'd get over it, surely. He had Joey to make him feel better, after all. With that, he turned on the TV and curled up with himself, awaiting the Fox's return to give him something to do.

Meanwhile, by that point, Joey had finally made his way towards the university building and out of the cold. He huddled close to himself to warm up a little as he took off his gloves, stuffing them into his pockets. The interior of the university was slightly warmer than outside, though he was still shivering beneath all of his layers. He moved briskly down the hallway to the lecture hall and stepped inside to find the classroom only half-full. Not everyone was here yet.

His eyes scanned the group of people and spotted the two people he was dreading to see: Rhys and Alexa. Alexa had seen him come in and shot him a small smile, and he felt the colour rise to his cheeks. Rhys, however, looked particularly sour, and worried at the same time. Joey hung his head and moved towards a seat, trying to avoid the Wolf as much as possible. He slipped into his seat and waited for the teacher. He had left his laptop behind for a reason: he needed to hand in his USB drive to the lecturer. All the files were on there, as well as the side report to go with the assignment.

It didn't take long before Rhys moved from his own seat down towards the front, next to Joey. He slipped into the vacant chair beside the Fox and sat there, silent for a moment. Joey tried his best to ignore him and act as if everything was fine.

"...You're not even going to say anything?" Rhys hissed at him, leaning a little closer. The Fox frowned and glanced towards him, quite unsure what to say in response.

"There's nothing to say. I haven't been feeling very well." He muttered, tapping away on on the desk. The lecturer hadn't arrived yet, but he was already feeling nervous. He knew his assignment was good, of course. It was impressive, even by his standards, and he was proud of it. It was Rhys's attitude that was worrying him.

"Dude," Rhys urged after a moment. "You haven't been answering my texts, but I know you've been going to Opti Co. Why don't you just be honest with me?"

The wolf drew his hand out and pressed it against the Fox's shoulder, and Joey shrank away from him. Since he had had the first treatment, Rhys had been a little more direct and handy than before. He wanted to touch him all the time, and it was beginning to make Joey particularly uncomfortable. In his irritable state, his discomfort manifested itself in a small growl, and Rhys looked momentarily shocked.

"There's nothing to discuss. I wasn't well, but I went to the appointments. That's it. Stop getting on my case." He retorted, and Rhys looked shocked again. He had never seen Joey so affronted before. He was normally quite calm and complacent, and even a little shy, but now he was downright rude and irritable. Even a few poeple in the lecture hall had stopped to watched the Drama, and Joey could feel their eyes burning into the back of his skull. Maybe he shouldn't have come after all. He grunted and placed a hand to his head, before getting to his feet. He knew he was being irritable, but Rhys had no right to be angry at him for wanting to stay at home when he wasn't feeling the best.

"Where're you going?" Rhys asked quietly, wondering just what was up with his friend and why he was so moody. Part of him wondered if it was the treatment, and he was beginning to regret signing his friend up to it at all.

"What does it matter to you? You're not my mother." Joey muttered, and then sighed, knowing he was acting like an ass. He smoothed a hand over the bridge of his nose and paused.

"I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm sorry." He slipped out of his seat and briskly walked to the door. Rhys was about to get up a follow him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. The wolf turned to realise it was Alexa, and she nodded sagely, suggesting he let the Fox have some alone time.

Joey bumped into his teacher on the way out and stumbled a bit as they bumped shoulders, turning to face him and muttering an apology.

"Joey. You okay?" The teacher asked for a moment, noticing he looked a bit down. The fox nodded silently in response and stepped forwards to hand over the USB drive. The teacher muttered his thanks and Joey quickly turned, making his way down the hall before he was roped into another conversation. He felt a tightening in his chest he'd never experienced before, something he would have compared to a panic attack. His breathing quickened and he felt light-headed. He'd never felt like this before. It was scary.

When he got out into the cold, fresh air, he felt the light-headedness subsiding and his chest loosened. He drew out a shaky breath and hopped down the steps, taking a took gulp of air before he set off on a walk. He knew he shouldn't have gone, but he knew he had to. He could have stayed at home, but deep in the back of his mind, he knew he owed Rhys an explanation. Yet, he didn't know what to say when the time came. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his snout, before heading back down the road.

It was all so confusing. The dreams, the very subtle attraction...a week ago, he would have considered himself straight, and that would have been the end of it. He'd had girlfriends in his life, though very view, and he'd never been attracted to a man before. Yet now, all of a sudden, he was having rather vivid, graphic dreams of being fucked. Not just being with a man, but physically being fucked in his own ass. When he'd had these kind of discussions in school, he'd always said to his friends that if he was ever going to be with a man, he'd be a top. Yet all his dreams pictured him receiving. The subconscious didn't lie, so he knew that deep down, it must be true. Yet, he didn't want to really think about it.

There was only one way to be sure, but it was far too early to be doing any of it. The best way would be to go to the gay club downtown known as 'Knotties', but it didn't open until 7pm. He'd have to kill some time first, and not only that, but he has his hypnotherapy session at 5. Part of him wanted to go back to the apartment and hang out with Taro for a little while, yet he felt like he needed to be on his own as well. He decided the best bet would be to go to the café and get some lunch, first.

He stepped into the warmth of the interior and crossed the room to the front. The café was a little busier today than usual, but there was still plenty of seats to relax in. Joey forked out some money for a warm sandwich and a cup of coffee, before he crossed the room and slumped into one of the plush seats in the corner. He sipped his drink and set to work.

There wasn't much to do, but he could at least hone his Graphic Design skills whilst he waited, as well as read up on the module curriculum through the University's main portal. They had a number of resources online that he could look into if he wasn't up for attending lectures: it was how the university got such high ratings in the first place. Not only did they have written resources, but they also had numerous videos taken by teachers themselves. He settled down into the warmth of the café and listened to a few of the sessions whilst he ate, watching them on his phone. He had plenty of battery life, so it'd be fine.

5 hours passed before he realised it. During that time, Taro had send him a text or two asking how he was doing, and he had been quick to respond, telling him he was running a few errands and wouldn't be back until later. He could tell that the Kitsune was a little bored and disappointed, but he was sure that he'd understand eventually. The Fox leant back in his seat and glanced towards the door. He spotted Kasem entering the café, looking particularly run-down and upset. Joey furrowed his brow and looked a little confused. Had Taro said something to him, or was it unrelated? Either way, he'd have to ask the Kitsune later.

He looked out the window to see that it was already getting incredibly dark outside, and he wondered just how cold it would be. He slipped on his coat again and headed towards the door, stepping out into the chilly night air. The wind was biting and he clung to his coat to keep himself warm, shivering a little from the chill, before he set off down the road.

He'd remembered where Opti Co's office was like clockwork by now, and he always felt a compelling urge to return after each session, as if it were a matter of life and death if he didn't go. He wasn't quite sure why he felt this way, but if his mind considered it this urgent, then he'd better heed it's warning. He took the bus into the town and walked the short distance to the office building.

He stepped once more into that sleek lobby and waved, briefly, to the receptionist, who had been expecting him. She smiled at him friendly and tapping away on her computer to let the doctor know he was here. Like every time, he didn't wait long: it was as if no-one else were attending their own sessions. The waiting area was always empty every time he came in. He made his way through to the designated room once more with the rather strange-looking reptilian doctor.

"Still have those dreams, Joey?" The doctor asked, accenting his 's' sounds with a resounding hiss. Joey nodded in response, and the doctor looked mildly sympathetic as they began the procedure. Like every time, he completely blanked the entire session, as if it were erased from his memory, remembering only the time before. He stood up again when it was all over with the same groggy feeling, and he was offered a glass of water. After downing it, he thanked the doctor and headed out.

It was always a surprise to realise that half an hour had passed, when it felt like mere seconds. It was disorienting to think too hard about it, so after the week he'd already had, he had begun to blank out the strange feeling he always felt. It was better to just ignore it than to think about it and get even more confused and queasy.

With that, he had only one thing left to do: walk to the gay bar. It was coming up to 6pm now: by the time he walked there, it would already be open. It was quite exceptional timing, to be fair, and he felt clever for doing it.

The Gay bar was a fair bit away from the University campus, and even longer compared to Opti Co's building, so he had to take the bus to get there. Sitting amongst the other people on the bus wasn't bad, though there was a couple of drunkards sitting in the back, retching into the seat due to the nauseating rocking of the bus. he tried to drown out their puking sounds by focusing on the sound of the engine beneath his feet. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long before he hopped off the bus in the main part of town. Maybe he should have dressed up better for a 'night on the town', but he was new to the entire thing. He made his way off the busy city centre and down towards the outskirts of the centre itself.

He could see the Bar from a mile away. They opened up at 4pm specifically, and how Joey had known about the place, he didn't know. But it was one of the 'attractions' of London itself, that much he knew. It was a large bar sitting right in the middle of the street, with a massive neon sign on the front that aptly depicted a giant knotted cock, along with severely 'spurts' of cum from the end. Underneath it was the vibrant neon sign that let you know exactly what you were getting into. There was no cue at the front, but a man stood by the door to make sure no-one untoward made their way in. A couple of people stood out front talking, whilst some were already making their way inside. With a deep breath, Joey crossed the road and headed towards it.

"ID?" The bouncer at the front quickly stopped him before he could step inside, and Joey quickly nodded. He understood why: he was a bit short for his age and looked to be barely over 18. He took off his glove and dipped it into his pocket, trying to avoid the bouncer's intimidating gaze. He was a Raccoon, and a damn tall one at that. Big men always made him a little uncomfortable. He pulled out his ID from his wallet and handed it over. The bouncer gave it a brief once-over.

"Enjoy yourself." He muttered, slowly handing the small card back. Joey smiled faintly in response and took it from his grip, slipping it into his pocket a she made his way inside. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

The place was...hilariously gay, in a lot of ways. The bar itself was bright pink and clearly more suited to men than women. The bartender himself was dressed in heavy BDSM gear, from the harness down to the weird hat atop his head that was similar to a captain's cap from the Navy. He had on leather chaps, and whenever he turned, people close enough could see his bare ass on show. At the far end of the room was a stage, and a naked Kangroo with a cock-ring around his member was dancing in front of men, swinging his half-hard cock around in a circle.

On the right-hand side of the room was a myriad of sitting areas of various calibres, but they consisted primarily of low-down, plush leather seats that swung around in a semi-circle, with a small table sat in the middle to place drinks on. A number of people took them up, but it seemed more for suited for those who were in groups. He decided it was best to take one of the stools at the bar to relax in.

At least the majority of the bar attendants, who weren't staff, were wearing normal clothes. He wasn't sure if he could really deal with everyone walking around in bondage harnesses. In fact, the majority of them had winter clothing on, but they were beginning to shed them as they were making their way to the dance floor to enjoy the music. Stereo-typically, the song was ABBA, but thankfully, Joey drowned it up. He slowly made his way towards the bar so that he wasn't crowding up the entrance. He slipped into a seat and waved to the barman, who came over after a few moments.

"What can I get you, sweetie?" The bartender was hopelessly, flamboyantly gay, and it showed in his tone. The Fox briefly wrinkled his nose and shifted around nervously in his seat. The only time he'd ever been to a bar was when he got a pint from his dad on his 18th birthday. This was...not the same kind of experience.

"Just a Cider, please." Joey said after a moment, and he watched the bartender dip under the counter and retrieve a tall glass, sticking it under the tap.

"New around here, hmm? You look a little nervous, cutie. You should lighten up a little more," The Bartender shot him a big, friendly smile as he slipped the full glass onto the table. "On the house. Enjoy your evening."

"Oh. Thanks." Joey lit up a little as he looked down at his free drink. No-one had ever given him a free drink before. He felt his stomach tingle, and he brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip. With that, he slowly turned to scan the dance floor, wondering just how many people were here. His intentions were purely...well, they were definitely sexual, but he was nervous about doing it. To fully test if he was truly gay, he'd have to at least be attracted to someone here.

He didn't see much that caught his eye, but then, his gaze lingered on over at the plush seats on the opposite side of the room. He looked through the people and stopped, his eyes fixated on someone. They were a Hyena, and athletically built, but that wasn't what attracted Joey all of a sudden. It was his fur: it was bright pink.

Joey felt a tingling sensation over his body, like his very skin was on fire. It was a sensation he'd never felt before, yet he knew exactly what it was: lust. He shuffled awkwardly in his seat and tugged at his collar, suddenly feeling quite flustered. He watched the Hyena speaking with a couple of people, before his eyes glanced over the crowd himself. His gaze lingered on the staring fox, and Joey couldn't peel his eyes away. They stared at one-another for a moment, before slowly, the Hyena got to his feet. He spoke briefly to the people nearby before making his way over.

Joey took a rather large, hearty gulp of his cider and set it down on the table, giving himself the courage to say something, anything to the Hyena that was about to come and say hello. He didn't even know where to begin, and nervously wiped his forehead of sweat. As the Hyena came closer, he got a good look at his features and clothing: his fur was bright pink, of course, and he sported a loose vest and a pair of loose shorts in the warm interior of the club. He had a collection of black hair atop his head that he had mostly slicked back, but it occasionally spiked up here and there. His mouth stretched into a grin as he saw the rather normal Fox sitting there.

"Nervous?" He guessed, and Joey slowly nodded. "That's okay, cutie. I don't mind taking the lead."

"T...Taking the lead?" Joey repeated quietly, and the Hyena's smile drew into a smirk. He stepped closer, and Joey was suddenly away of the proximity between them. He watched the Hyena's mouth trail down and he met with the Fox's own, their lips pressed together in a fiery kiss. They hadn't even introduced each other, but slready, Joey was desperate for the Hyena. His hands trembled and reached up, sliding onto the Hyena's sides as the kiss deepened. His skin burned with desire, and he felt a hand sliding across his crotch, pressing right up against his already swelling sheath.

They quickly took their passion elsewhere. The Hyena pulled Joey to his feet and lead him through the crowd of people towards the toilets in the back. Joey had heard many tales of people having sex in toilets, but he never thought he'd ever be one of those people himself. They stepped into the men's bathroom, and it was clear they weren't the only people inside. They could heard the heated panting of another party in one of the stalls, though the Hyena didn't seem to care. He pulled Joey into one of the stalls and quickly shut the door.

"I-I don't even know you name." Joey pointed out rather nervously, as the Hyena peppered his neck with kisses. He could already feel the pink-furred man's hands on his waistline, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down to reveal the boxers underneath. The Hyena chuckled at his statement as his mouth trailed up.

"Quinn." The Hyena muttered, briefly introducing himself as he pressed his mouth against the Fox's own once more. They squirmed against one-another as the Hyena's hand dipped into his boxers. He could feel the other's smooth hands on his pulsing, swelling sheath, and Joey groaned softly, quivering beneath the Hyena as he felt the pleasure build and build. His cock slipped from it's sheath and pulsed into half-hardness within minutes, but it didn't stop there. Quinn yanked his boxers down to his ankles and pushed him down onto the toilet seat, getting into his knees himself. He shimmied down his own shorts, and Joey's eyes flicked down to stare at the Hyena's 7 inch, twitching member. He noticed that Quinn didn't have a knot like he did, but then, he wasn't sure whether Hyenas had knots or not.

"Um-- Joey. W-Wait," He began, first introducing himself, before he realised something worse. "I'm a v...a uh..."

"A virgin?" Quinn looked surprised, before a grin spread across his face. "Oh, even better."

The Hyena leant forwards and pressed their mouths together again as his hand worked over his own cock. Joey heard the wet, slick sounds of lubricant sliding across the Hyena's member, and guessed that Quinn must have had some in his pocket. He felt the cool sensation of the lubricant against his asshole, followed by a the warm feeling of the cock beneath it. He felt Quinn press deeper, and the Fox let out a small groan of pleasure as the cock slid deeper and deeper. His nose wrinkled in confusion: wasn't anal meant to hurt?

"Mmh. You sure you're a virgin?" Quinn asked him carefully, hoping he hadn't stumbled onto a rape victim. "You're not as tight as I imagined you to be."

"I...I'm sure." He mumbled, looking a little confused himself. Quinn shrugged it off and slid deeper and deeper, soon beginning into a steady rhythm of humping. He slid back and thrust, their bodies pressed together. Their lips met again and in a heated kiss as the Hyena's hands gripped and squeezed to his hips. Joey's hands settled on the other's forearms and they gyrated against one-another in pure lust, their breathing heavy, their bodies sweaty.

The air soon filled with their hot, heavy pants and the wet slaps of the Hyena's thrusts as his furry balls slapped up against the Fox's mildly damp behind. Their kiss parted and Quinn settled his mouth against the Fox's neck as Joey angled his head away, panting into the air. He was being fucked. He never thought it would happen, but he was being fucked, in the ass, in a bathroom stall, by a complete stranger. The worst part was that he was loving it, and didn't want it to stop anytime soon.

"Ahnnn, fuck!" The Hyena groaned out and began to thrust harder and faster, his cock sliding right to the hilt as the end of his cock pulsed and pushed against a sensitive spot in Joey's innards. Each push caused a spike of pleasure to shoot up his spine and his knotted member to throb happily from the pleasure. Their breath began to turn from heated to panting as Quinn humped faster and faster, on the very precipice of his orgasm. His pink-furred tail wagged frantically behind him.

"C...Cumming...!" He eventually groaned out, restraining a moan as he thrust in as hard as he could, pushing into the Fox's most intimate depths. He came, spurting a thick, heavy string of cum into Joey's backside, followed by another, and then another. He filled him up good and proper, and the Fox whimpered against him, his chest heaving and his breathing shallow. Quinn assaulted his neck with small, tiny licks as he emptied his balls into his ass, and after a moment, he slowly pulled back. He angled his head, meeting Joey in another kiss, before he got off him entirely, leaving him spread-eagled and used in the bathroom stall.

"Thanks for the fuck." He grinned down at the Fox as he slipped on his shorts. He pulled some of the toilet paper from the holder, and wrote down something using the marker he had in his back pocket. He handed it over, and Joey stared down at it, realising a number was written on it, along with Quinn's name.

"Call me if you wanna get fucked again, cutie." The Hyena winked, and he stepped out of the stall, being kind enough to shut the door behind him again. Joey panted softly and stared down at himself, his cheeks flushed, his body coated in sweat. He scooped a hand around his knotted member and rolled his head back. He imagined the entire scenario again in his mind, and before he knew it, he was furiously masturbating himself. He jerked and tugged his dick without abandon, with cum leaking out of his asshole and oozing onto the toilet seat beneath him.

He came within a matter of minutes, emptying his balls onto himself in a series of arcs and splatters of cum. He practically soaked his T-Shirt, but he didn't care. That had to be the hottest experience he'd ever had before, and he found himself wanting to do it all over again very soon. He lay there for a moment, relishing the feeling of cum inside him and the feeling of his post-coitus glow, before he realised he'd better get home.

He collected a number of wads of toilet paper, and tried his best to clean up his ass as he got himself dressed. He made his way out of the bathroom and noticed someone in the corner, giving him a wide grin. He seemed to know what he'd been up to, and Joey gave him a nervous look, quietly washing his hands before quickly making his way past the man, lest the situation get any worse. He hadn't been in the club long, so by the time he made his way out into the winter air again, it was only 7pm. Thankfully, he'd collected up his coat and gloves, so he wasn't completely freezing to death. He hopped on the next bus back to campus and was there by 7:30pm, with a decent amount of the evening left to go.

He knew he needed to have a shower, yet he felt so hopelessly tired. He trudged his way through the streets and down into the campus courtyard, making his way back towards his dorm before it got too dark out. It was already pitch-black, but it wasn't yet time that the drug dealers came out to play. That was usually around midnight.

He slipped his key into the lock of his apartment, and stepped in to hear the TV blaring and the smell of Chinese food wafting through the air. He felt his stomach growl and he groaned gently, shutting the door behind him.

"Please tell me you left some food for me." He begged, glancing towards the couch as he slipped of his coat. As suspected, Taro was sitting there, firmly embedded in a pile of blankets with a bowl of sweet and sour pork by his chin. He glanced over at Joey and a cocky smile crept upon his face.

"Chicken chow mein's right there for you, buddy." He pointed towards the coffee table, and Joey glanced over it to see a good collection of food remaining, including a couple of extra dishes.

"You're a life-saver." Joey sighed happily, completely ignoring his need to clean himself up as he stepped over to the couch, flopping down. He adjusted his sweater and leant fowards to grab a dish, tucking in with gusto. He devoured the chow mein quite quickly, realising he hadn't really eaten all day, bar from a sandwich at around noon. He was glad to have some food now.

"So, bad day at Uni, I guess?" Taro mused, and Joey nodded at him, remembering the argument he got into with Rhys. He still felt guilty about it, yet he felt as if he was justified in his behaviour, as well.

"At least I got my assignment handed in." Joey muttered in response, and Taro felt a little bad for him. Part of the reason that Joey was always so tired was his own doing, and he felt as if he should come clean. But, at the same time, he was enjoying himself too much to stop now.

"Well, just relax for now then, yeah? Here, your choice." He tossed the remote in Joey's direction, and it landed on the couch right next to him. The Fox scooped up the remote control and flicked it onto a pretty average comedy movie. It wasn't the best, but it'd be good to numb his brain.

They sat there for a good few hours, before Joey's tiredness began to get the better of him. By that point, he'd forgotten entirely about getting himself cleaned up, and it still hadn't yet dawned on him. He got to his feet, realising it was already 11:30pm.

"Damn. I should get a shower and sleep," He realised, and glanced to Taro, who seemed content to sit there for a little while longer. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Taro said to him as the Fox made his way around the sofa and back down the hallway. The Kitsune grinned to himself: of course, he knew that he was going to be seeing him in a mere half an hour, but he didn't want to let on to that. His watched was timed to strike at midnight, which is when the trance would take effect.

Joey was none-the-wiser to the trance's effects as he began to undress in the bathroom. The realisation of his shirt dawned on him as he stared down at the crusty layers of cum all over the front of his shirt. He tossed it to the floor and ran the hot tap on the shower, stepping under it. He began to wash himself reasonably slowly, being careful to clean every part of his body, especially his sheath and behind. But, before he could get to his ass, the clock struck midnight. Before he knew it, he was in a trance.

To him, it simply felt as if he blacked out, and he wouldn't be himself again until morning. But right now, he was in a sleepwalking daze. He stepped out of the shower with a blank expression, completely wet and dripping, with no regard for what mess he made. As if on cue, knowing that Joey was in his trance by now, the bathroom door swung open. Taro grinned happily over at the Fox, who smiled back in response to his 'target'. The Kitsune barely wore anything but the tight-fitting boxers he had on earlier that day.

"Hey darlin'." The Kitsune muttered as he stepped closer, looking down at Joey's chest and running his hands over his wet body. His eyes flicked towards the floor and he centred his gaze on the shirt that lay atop the pile. He stopped in his tracked, bending over and scooping up the article of clothing. He scrutinised it before staring at the Fox. He felt a rage bubbling inside him that he'd never felt before. He felt...possessive.

"What is this? What did you do?" He asked, his voice quaking with fury, and partly fear. He didn't want another Kasem on his hands. That would be the end of it, for him. The Fox shrank away from him a little, but he answered his question on command.

"I went to a gay bar to see if I was gay, and I had sex with a man." He replied, sounding a little anxious, and Taro felt a pang in his chest. So, it was true. He bared his teeth and snarled a little. Joey's day-time side was getting confident, and that wasn't good.

"You'll never have sex with another man, you hear me?!" Taro hissed at him, and Joey quickly nodded in response, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. He stepped forwards and stroked along the Kitsune's sides.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to know." The Fox said, though it wasn't his mind that was saying it, but rather, the trance. Taro glared down at him, realising he had to do something to be sure. He couldn't always rely on his word now, especially if he was going to go off and do things anyway.

"...Get clean and get dressed. We're going out." He told him, and Joey nodded in response, eager to adhere to his command, even if it wasn't sex. He slipped back under the shower again and quickly washed himself as Taro left the room, heading to his own spacious bedroom. Taro rarely left the house, bar from shopping and the occassional drink, but this was a different story altogether. He had to do something. He slipped on his own clothes, consisting of a sweater, hoodie, and a pair of thermal pants with jeans on top. There was on use wearing his standard slutty attire when he needed to keep warm.

They were out of the door within minutes, and slowly heading down the path towards the University's Courtyard. Joey had no idea where Taro was taking him, but in his trance, he didn't argue. They headed from the courtyard down to the bus station on the main university's street, and they hopped on, using their free passes to head deep into the downtown area.

Joey didn't bother to ask where they were heading now, but he was certainly getting frisky. He leant into Taro in the back of the bus, where it was mostly empty and barely anyone could see them. He slipped a hand around and Taro regarded him coldly for a moment, before he eventually softened. Sure, he was pissed, but Joey was too cute and too sexy to stay mad at forever.

"What is it?" Taro asked leisurely, and Joey smirked, his eyes lidding over a little bit. His hand descended down and stroked along Taro's clothed crotch, and the Kitsune shuffled a little, unsure if it was a good idea. But, the idea of doing things in public was hot. So very, very hot.

Slowly, he shifted, feeling his cock swelling beneath Joey's touch, and the Fox grinned a little bit. He made it look conspicuous as his hand slipped down lower, stroking deeper and deeper until he eventually popped the button on the Kitsune's jeans, and pulled the zip down. Taro exhaled gently and shifted to pull down his thermal pants, allowing his cock out into the air. He pulsed into half-hardness in public, steadily getting harder and harder. Joey's hand wrapped around his cock and slowly began to pump him. His hand movements, as well as the Kitsune's member, were thankfully blocked by the seats in front of them, making their lewd actions hidden to everyone sitting in front of them, including the driver.

"Mmh. Joey..." Taro muttered his lover's name quietly, simply out of lust, as his cock pulsed and twitched in the Fox's moving hand. His knot began to swell at the base. He had masturbated a couple of times today, but it was a lot more fun when someone else did it for you. The Kitsune huffed and grunted in pleasure as the hand slid faster and faster on his cock, and he felt Joey's other hand soon meet with the base of his member. He could feel the Fox's hands squeezing his knot, which forced him to instinctually buck and hump his hips up against Joey's hands, his breathing heavy. He tried to keep himself looking at calm as possible, but he was desperate to cum, and the pleasure was getting far too intense.

"I'm gonna cum." He muttered after a moment and spread his legs out a little more. Joey tilted his member a bit and made sure it wasn't angled against the Kitsune's chest as he jerked and tugged the end of the cock eagerly. The Fox felt the knot swell under his grip as he squeezed it happily. That was enough for Taro: he humped his hips up and let out a harsh exhaled as his cock twitched and pulsed, shooting a thick, sticky arc of cum that splattered against the back of the seat in front of him, the rest of it spurted and pouring down onto the floor below them. He shot load after lot, cumming over and over as Joey's hands eagerly stroked and rubbed his member amidst his orgasm.

The pleasure faded as soon as it had arrived, and Taro flopped into his seat, taking a deep breath as cock happily throbbed in Joey's grip in his post-orgasm glow. The fox pulled his hands away and grinned, bringing a finger to his lips to lick the cum off it and gulp it down. The Kitsune stared over at him with a big, cocky grin on his face. He glanced out the window and realised their stop was soon. He reached down, quickly stuffing his dick away and gesturing to Joey, who shuffled along in his seat so they could get up.

They stepped off the bus into the cold night air again and they huddled against one-another a little bit as they walked down the road. Downtown was not the best part of town: a lot of the houses were home to drug-takes, alcoholics, and drug dealers, but the majority of them thankfully kept to themselves. They weren't disturbed as they made their way down the road towards a small little shop at the corner of the street, and the Kitsune ushered Joey inside, shutting the door behind them.

The interior was dark, dingy, and primarily lit up by neon lights, bar from the massive spotlight that sat at the far end of the room, with some sort of table underneath. Sitting near the table was a large, heavy-set boar, with bornw fur all over his body with powerful muscles rippling all over his body. His eyes snapped up when he saw the two enter and he grunted a little bit in response to their arrival, smirking a bit when he spotted the Kitsune's fur.

"Whadya want? I don't tattoo prissy rainbows." He spoke to them. The boar ran a run-down, small tattoo parlour, with a number of designs plastered up on the walls and a couple of books sitting on a side table full of designs. Taro stepped forwards and dragged the Fox along with him, a grin on his face.

"I need two tattoos done: I need my name on his ass, and I need a giant Kitsune tattoo on his back." He told the man, who narrowed his eyes and glanced over at the Fox, who blinked and didn't even look remotely nervous.

"You okay with this?" He said to the Fox, who glanced up to the Kitsune. Taro nodded to him, and by extension, the Fox nodded to the tattoo artist. The Boar narrowed his eyes again before he finally shrugged, gesturing him to lay down on the table. Joey stepped forwards and did as he was told.

"Any kind of design?" The boar asked, not asking for permission as he pulled down the back of the Fox's pants, exposing his plushy, orange and white-furred rump for all to see. The boar leant over towards the book sand handed them over to the Kitsune, who gave them a brief look-through to find a good design. He decided to go with a rose and thorns design for the name, and then a tribal design for the Kitsune tattoo.

With that, the artist set the work, and Taro took a seat near the back to let them get on with it. Of course, he made sure to keep an eye on Joey, but the Fox's eyes were fixated on him. He didn't let out a single whimper of pain and took it like a trooper. They ended up sitting there for at least a couple of hours or longer whilst the Tattoo artist worked on inking under the Fox's skin. It'd be hard to see through the fur, bit it was still do-able.

When they were all finished up, Joey got to his feet and winced briefly at the pain, though didn't complain too much. The boar gave them a few guidelines about keeping it aired so that it wouldn't get infected, and to make sure to see the doctor if it did get infected, and they agreed, understanding the risks. Taro had a few tattoos himself, and he knew how it went if they got bad. They eventually headed out and Taro hooked an arm around Joey's arm as they headed down the street.

"You're mine, got it?" The Kitsune insisted with a certain degree of both loving and firmness. "Those tattoo's mark you. You belong to me, and only me."

"Mmh. Yes sir." Joey muttered in response with a lewd grin on his face, but it was the hypnosis talking. He might have had a much different reaction if he were more lucid, but he was completely unawares that he'd gotten a tattoo in his 'sleep'. They wandered towards the bus stop and Taro read the noticeboard that listed the times. He swore when he realised they'd have to wait half an hour for the next bus. He shifted and leant against the bus shelter, cuddling up with the Fox as they waited in the cold. It was just the two of them: no-one else appeared to be around.

"It's just us, Taro." Joey muttered after a moment, leaning against the Kitsune a little more. He seemed to be fighting through the slightly stinging pain in his back, but it didn't show on his face. His hands trailed down and touched against the Kitsune's crotch again, and Taro glanced left and right, making sure no-one else was around.

"I want to fuck you so hard in the ass right now. But we can't be stuck whilst waiting for a bus," Taro muttered, the lust evident in his voice. "...Get on your knees."

Joey, in his tranced state, seemed to get the gist. He slipped onto his knees in the cold and pushed his mouth up against Taro's crotch, taking in his scent with a small groan. His hands raised themselves up and unbuttoned his jeans for the second time that night, shimmying them down his hips as his mouth pressed against the flesh underneath. He licked and slathered as best as he could against the thermal pants before they, too, were pulled down, revealing the sheath to the air. The biting wind was cold on Taro's crotch, but he'd have it in a warm place very soon.

He didn't have to wait long. Already, Joey's mouth was licking and slathering around his sheath, kissing sweetly and gently stroking the fluffy package as the tip began to poke out from the top. When it finally revealed itself, Joey's lips descended on it and suckled sweetly on the tapered end, feeling the cock slowly growing inside his mouth from the stimulation. Taro's gloved hand went to his hand and stroked his head through the had as Joey began to slowly bob his head on the hardening member, rolling his tongue around the length as it grew and grew.

"Fuck, Joey, you're getting better and better at this." Taro muttered, grinning widely as he began to hump his hips up against Joey's mouth. He rolled his hips and gyrated eagerly, closing his eyes and beginning in on a soft pant. His knot began to swell slightly at the base as he soon reached full hardness, the air around them filled with the wet sounds of his cock gliding back and forth. Taro began to pant with earnest, knowing he wouldn't last as long as he would have liked to.

Taro was right: Joey was getting better at oral with each passing day. He was beginning to register and remember just what made Taro tick, and what he enjoyed the most. His hand drifted down and fondled the Kistune's balls in his hands as his tongue rolled down, smearing along the knot. The tapered end poked into the back of his throat and slid down into his gullet a little, before it came back up again, dragging across the roof of his mouth on the way back. Joey's eyes glanced up to Taro's panting, pleasured face, and he knew the poor Kitsune was close.

Suddenly, Taro tensed up and a small huff of pleasure escaped his mouth. He closed his eyes and shuddered, and a thick spurt of cum shot out of the end of his cock with ease. He dribbled right down into the back of his mouth and Joey eagerly gulped the fluids down as the next wave came. He pushed his mouth down, groaning gently as he gulped every last drop of his lover's cum, whilst that hand eagerly and happily stroked his ears.

"Mmh. Good boy." The Kitsune muttered, and after a moment of sucking and slurping, Joey finally got to his feet, and the Kitsune was quick to bury his cock away again, before it got too cold. The Fox pressed his mouth up against the Kitsune's neck and gently kissed him, and Taro groaned in response, gently hugging the Fox to his body. He enjoyed the feeling the two of them had, but he only wished that Joey could actually remember any of it. Maybe one day he would.

The bus pulled up beside them, and the two of them climbed in. Taro was glad to be on the way home, to be fair: the trip had been a little exhausting, but he had been fuelled by rage and the need to possess the Fox for himself. Now that that goal was achieved, he just wanted to sleep. Joey didn't even appear remotely tired as he leant against his lover at the back of the bus. At least this time he didn't want to give the Kitsune another handjob.

The bus ride didn't take too long, and they were back on the university campus 20 minutes later, nearing into the early hours of the morning Taro desperately needed to sleep as he shuffled along towards their dorm, and Joey happily moving along beside him. They made their way up to the dorm room and Taro slipped his key into the lock, opening it up.

"Time for bed, Joey." He muttered to the Fox, and Joey did as he was told. He moved into Taro's bedroom and the Kitsune soon followed him afterwards, flopping down into his bed and sighing. Joey leant over him with an eager grin, and he set to work.

This wasn't a typical ritual, but Taro was going to give him full reign for a little bit. He watched as the Fox undid Taro's trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers, before he reached up and pulled of his shirt and sweater. He did it all methodically, taking his time and making sure his hands roamed and explored Taro's body as he did so. He stroked and touched, kissing and occasionally licking Taro's body as he went until, finally, the Kitsune was naked. He grinned down at him again and Taro put his hands behind his head, looking up at the Fox with a mild curiosity.

Slowly, Joey began to undress to. He tugged his trousers down and exposed his sheath without complaint, and then pulled his shirt up over his head. He turned his back to the Kitsune, showing off the tattoo he'd got ealier that night. With that, he clambered up onto the Kitsune, facing away from him. His ass descended and slid along the the Kitsune's sheath, feeling it swell beneath his ass.

"Do you like the tattoo?" Joey asked him, displaying his ass perfectly along with the brand on his ass, displaying Taro's name with a number of roses and thorns lined underneath. Taro reached up to gently stroked the brand, hearing Joey wince a little, before he firmly grabbed his hips and rocked his hips up against him.

"I love it." He replied pleasantly, his cock swelling and quickly growing to half-hardness before he realised it. He rolled his hips and kneaded his cock up against the ass, the pair of them groaning in unison. When the Kitsune grew larger and finally reached full mast, the Fox lifted his hips up, and Taro aimed his member. The tip spread Joey's entrance, and slowly, the Fox descended down upon the Kitsune's cock. Taro felt a mixture of the Hyena's cum along his own cock, and he felt a twinge of jealously in his stomach. He thrust his hips up and Joey gasped in surprised, gently groaning.

"This is my ass. Mine." He snarled after a moment and dug is fingers into Joey's flesh, planting his heels into the blankets as he began to hump up into Joey's ass. The Fox huffed and gasped in surprise, his ass bouncing up and down and being used like he was meant to.

"I'm yours." The hypnotised Joey groaned out, closing his eyes as his ass jiggled up and down, being ruthlessly fucked by his lover. Taro wouldn't take long to cum: he never seemed to. But, he was going to put on a good show in the meantime. His knot slapped up into the ass as it moved up and down, and his balls rolled up and down with each powerful thrust. Joey groaned with each thrust, his own cock twitching and bobbing from the pleasure.

"Fuck..." Taro muttered quietly and thrust up, tugging Joey's hips down as he found himself knotting already. He tugged Joey with him onto his side as his humped a little more, his knot gently squirming inside the ass before he came again, shooting his load into the Fox's backside. He nuzzled into him and groaned in delight, kissing the back of his neck as Joey sighed in pleasure, relaxing with the knot firmly embedded into him.

"Mmmh...atta boy," Taro muttered, sighing into his pillow, feeling tired after that. "Alright...wait until my knot's deflated, then get up and go to your own bed."

"Yes sir." Joey muttered in a bit of a teasing tone, though he always did as he was told. Taro liked that about these sessions, and it was the main way that Taro kept their sessions secret: he always got Joey to go to his own room, and often clean himself before he did so so that Joey never suspected a thing. But, this time, he'd have to wait. Taro fell asleep almost instantly, but Joey stayed awake and waited, occasionally, rolling his hips until, finally, he felt the knot deflating. He dislodged himself and slipped out of the bed, heading into his own room. He dressed himself in his pyjamas and slipped into bed, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep rather quickly.

Joey had a rough night. He had weird dreams: dreams filled with pains to his back and to his ass. He dreamt that all the people he knew were spanking him with rough paddles that were ending in spikes. Rhys was the biggest culprit of them all, mumbling heinous words as he poured hot oil onto Joey's back. It was the worst nightmare he'd ever had, and he woke up covered in seat. He felt the back in his back, lingering still. But he was in his pyjamas, and he was in his bed. He was home. He took a deep breath and tried his best to relax as he slipped out of bed.

His head was pounding, and he groaned to himself, rubbing his head as he made his way into the living room. He had the appointment later today for the hypnotherapy session, that much he remembered. But this aching in his back was astronomically bad. He groaned and flexed his back out, sighing to himself. He guessed he must have slept on it funny, but it wasn't really much of an ache: more like a stinging pain.

He decided it was best to check what it was, just to be sure that he wasn't imagining things. He stepped away from the kitchen area and ignored his growling stomach as he entered his room again. He pulled his pyjama top off of his body and then turned around, facing the mirror. It was hard to see, but he craned his neck enough to get a decent look at his back.

He paled when he saw the tattoo. It was bright pink, and covered almost the entirety of his back, in the shape of a kitsune. He gulped slowly, and recognised the symbolism: it meant Taro, specifically. A wave of panic rushed over his body. He didn't even remember getting the tattoo. How, and why, had he gotten this? He felt a stinging in his rear too, and he slipped his pyjama bottoms down to have a look.

He paled for a second time when he realised he had a tattoo of Taro's name, underlined in thorns and roses, on his left asscheek. He pulled his pants back up and sat down on his bed, letting the panic wash over him. This didn't make any sense at all. He didn't even remember ever getting a tattoo, nor did he even remember getting any in Taro's name. Maybe it was the hypnotherapy. That was the only explanation he could think of.

He reached for his laptop and pulled it onto his lap, flipping over the lid and heading to his browser. He googled the company name, Opti Co, and came across their main website where they sold their products. He scanned through the hypnotherapy sessions and he felt the panic rise in his throat. He couldn't find anything on confidence boosting. He didn't understand it.

He decided to look deeper, scrolling amongst the various treatments they provided and looking to see what each one entailed, and what each one did, and how they were administered. There had to be something on here: he hoped to god he hadn't been signed up for a bogus, hoax treatment that was making him get tattoos when he didn't realise it.

Then, he found something that could closely resemble a match, but it didn't make sense. He read amongst the fine print. The part that matched was how it was administered: same time, every day, for 3 months. Rhys had told him, specifically, that it had been 3 months that he was signed up for. That part made sense.

The couples hypnotherapy detailed that the recipient of the treatment would undergo deep, dreamlike states of hypnosis in their sleep, where they would get up, in a trance, and develop the kinks of their partner through sex. It detailed further about how they would begin to grow more attached to the person over time, and how they would begin to alter their very sexuality, too.

That's when it all clicked. His eyes grew vacant as his mind processed the information. The dreams. The sudden attraction to Taro, and by extension all other people with pink fur. The sudden need to have sex. The unexplained instances where things have happened during the night he didn't remember doing. It all suddenly added. He was entering trances and having sex. With Taro.

And Taro knew it, and was hiding it from him.

His panic and shock was suddenly twisted and morphed into a more primal emotion: rage. He felt the anger bubbling up inside him. For the past week, he had been tired and on-edge, thinking that he was turning into someone he's not. All this time he truly was straight, but Taro was taking advantage of him and turning him gay for his own benefit. That's why Kasem looked upset: Taro must have broke it off with the feline when he found a new 'bitch boy' to take on as his own who'd do exactly as he asked.

And the tattoos: Taro must have forced him to get them last night, which is why they still stung. The Kitsune had been playing like a fiddle and using him all this time, and didn't even have the dignity or the honesty to tell him all this time. The rage was bubbling up inside him and manifested itself into pure and utter fury. He set his laptop down and practically quaked with anger, wondering how, exactly, he was going to fix this mess.

Just then, he heard Taro's door open, and the padded footsteps of his roommate heading through into the kitchen. The time to confront him was now. He wasn't an idiot. He knew exactly what was happening now, and Taro was going to pay for it.

Joey had never felt so alive or so full of rage as he did now. Part of him was heartbroken: the hypnotised part that was mildly in love with Taro wanted to not believe that the Kitsune was playing him and using him, but his rage was easily overpowering that subtle, submissive side of him. He needed to make Taro know what this had done to him. In his rage, Taro got dressed. He'd have to take a walk after this, he knew it.

When he was dressed, he burst from the room, the door bouncing against the wall on it's hinges, and he stomped through into the living room and by extension the kitchen. Taro was pouring himself some milk when the Fox came into the kitchen, and a small smile spread across his face. When he noticed how angry Joey looked, that smile quickly faded.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Joey didn't know what else to say. His voice tremored with rage and a hint of sadness. He was upset at the betrayal of someone who he'd been living with for so long. Someone who'd looked after him, and now, was completely fucking him over. Taro seemed to know exactly what the Fox was talking about and slowly set the milk down.

"I don't know what you're t--" He began, but Joey knew better.

"Don't give me that shit, Taro! You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about!" The Fox practically roared at him and then pressed his fingers to the bridge of his snout, squeezing against the skin. He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes to see Taro's shocked face. The Kitsune had never seem him this angry.

"The Hypnotherapy sessions. I know what they do. I know what they're used for. I looked it up. I could fucking google it this whole time, and you never told me what I was doing every night! You just let it happen to suit your own needs!" He yelled at him, and Taro lowered his head, knowing he'd fucked up massively.

"I just...I didn't know you were in a trance." He played it off like it was nothing, or like he didn't believe it to be true. "You seemed to lucid and responsive that I--"

"You're not a fucking idiot, Taro. I'm not a fucking idiot, either. You knew from the first day that something was up. Even I knew something was up and I ignored it because I trusted you!" He snarled back in response and Taro fell silent again. The Kitsune was trying to piece together to right words, but there was no getting out of this.

"All this time. The past week or more," The Fox mumbled after a moment, low and quiet. "You've been having sex with me without me realising it. You know that almost constitutes as rape, right? And now I don't even know what way's up anymore. I thought I was straight, now I'm...fuck..."

The realisation set in when he remembered he'd have sex with someone yesterday. He'd done that because of Taro and because of this treatment. Because of Rhys, too. The anger was soon fading away into sadness: nothing but pure, and utter sadness of the betrayal he felt.

"Joey, I..." Taro couldn't find the words to say what he wanted to convey. He didn't even know how to apologise. He knew it was wrong, and he knew he was being an asshole, but he'd done it anyway. Joey wiped his eyes as he, too, tried to think of the right words.

"And you made me get tattoos? How long were you going to keep this up? What, you didn't think I would find out you'd gotten tattoos on me?" The Fox scoffed in pure indignation, and Taro looked down at the bowl of cereal as if it were the last meal he were ever going to have.

"...That was a mistake. I was...jealous." Taro muttered, and Joey rolled his eyes, laughing in shock and bewilderment.

"Jealous? What? You'd been abusing and using me for the past week and you got jealous? You only get jealous when you're in love with someone, and no-one in love with anyone would ever do this. Ever." Joey retorted, turning away from the Kitsune as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn't even know what to do anymore. He felt his chest tighten as the realisation of his situation set in.

"...I can't do this anymore. There's no going back from this. I'm moving out, and there's nothing you can do about it." Joey muttered quietly after a moment, and that was it. He stepped towards the door and made his way through it, slamming it shut behind him. He wandered down through the dorm hallways in a daze, feeling his chest grow tighter and tighter. His eyes stung with tears that he tried to fight back. He couldn't show he was weak. Not now, not ever.

He stepped out into the cold, and it was all too much. He darted off to the left and around the back of the building, and slumped down against the wall. He pressed his hands to his face and let out a gut-wrenching sob. He felt as if his heart had been yanked from his chest and bludgeoned into a million pieces. He was so hurt that didn't know if he'd ever recover. His sob erupted into a piercing wail had pressed his head down into his knees, trying his best not to be so loud. He didn't want anyone to come for him.

He just wanted to be alone.

It took him a couple of hours before he could find the courage to move, and thankfully, no-one had come looking for him. Taro must have decided to stay indoors and probably wait for him to get back. Joey would have to return to him at some point: there was no way around it. He needed to look for new places to stay, but he'd have to be with Taro, for the time being.

He slowly got to his feet and made his way back down the path. He was starving: food felt like a good option, and he didn't want to get back to the house, so the only option was to go to the café. He at least had his wallet with him, which was a blessing. He wiped his cheeks, but knew his eyes were still bloodshot.

He shuffled down the path like a zombie, shivering from the cold with the effects of Taro's betrayal seeping into his very bones. He found himself at the café before he realised it, and he wandered his way up to the counter.

"Um," He lose his train of thought and wiped his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts into a coherent sentences. "Chicken club sandwich and some coffee, please."

The barista behind the counter nodded and set to work on his order, but she paused for a moment. Joey knew her reasonably well enough, and she had taken some time to get to know him, too.

"Joey, right? Are you okay, hun? You look a bit upset." She asked him, and Joey tried to straighten himself up to look a little more confident.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Thanks." He replied anxiously, and she smiled at him in response, knowing he might need the privacy. He took the food with thanks and paid, before turning towards the rest of the café and scanning the crowd of other people sitting and eating. His gaze was drawn to a pink waving hand, and he realised immediately that it was Alexa. She seemed to be looking right at him. He blinked, staring, before glancing behind him to see if she was signalling the barista. When he turned back to her, and she waving even more frantically. He felt nerves in the pit of his stomach and, after a moment, slowly went over.

"Hi, Joey." Alexa regarded him with a kind smile and he had no idea what to say in response. He flashed her a smile before sitting opposite her, taking a sip of his drink and setting it back on the table. He leant back into the plushness of the chair and left his sandwich sitting on the table. He'd suddenly lost his appetite: his nerves weren't making him feel that hungry.

"...Are you okay?" She asked him with a frown, looking a bit worried for him. "You look like you've been crying. And you weren't in the best of moods yesterday..."

So, she had noticed. He sat forwards a little and rested his elbows on his knees, glancing down at his hands.

"Yeah, I'm okay," He said. "Just...not getting on so well with my roommate. I have to find a new place."

"Oh." Alexa grimaced and pitied him, and he could practically feel her pity from her. He didn't want her to feel sorry for him, even if it meant getting a conversation with her. He wished they could be talking under better circumstances. Maybe then they would have hit it off better than before.

"Oh, by the way," She began, dipping into her pocket and retrieving a thing, small USB drive. "The professor graded your assignment. Said you were the best in the class! Isn't that great?"

"...Yeah. Why'd he give it to you?" Joey was a little puzzled as he leant forward to grab the USB drive. Their hands brushed together and he felt a tingle on his fingertips as he slipped the drive into his pocket.

"He had a feeling you might not come in to class, so I volunteered to pass it on. I hear you and Rhys talk about coming here a lot so I thought I might eventually bump into you." She smiled pleasantly and he knew she was just trying to be nice, but thinking about Rhys made his jaw set. He was just as much to blame for his predicament as Taro was, perhaps even more so. Maybe Rhys had been using the hypnotherapy all along for his own gain like Taro was. Come to think of it, Rhys had tried to be more direct when he had had his first session. He supposed it made sense now.

"Yeah. Well, I don't wanna talk to Rhys right now, either." Joey muttered, and he leant forwards to grab his sandwich. As he did, Alexa leant forwards to place a hand on the back of his. He glanced up at her she was giving him a kind smile.

"I'm here if you want to talk, Joey." She said to him with a smile. He faltered, thinking he'd feel something more than a tingle. There was no spark, no feeling of love or soaring emotions. He felt nothing. If anything there was dreading pit of uncomfortableness at being touched, much like it was with Rhys. Was that what the hypnotherapy had done to him? Turned him into a husk who couldn't interact with people?

He drew his hand back rather quickly, realising he was completely damaged. He could already feel his eyes burning again and he got to his feet, scooping up his food and drink. He mumbled his farewells to a confused Alexa and darted out of the café before it was too late. He slipped around the side and wiped his eyes as he made his way back down to the courtyard. What was he to do?

It was coming up to noon now, and he kept feeling the conscious awareness of the time. In the back of his mind, his subconscious was telling him he had to go to the Hypnotherapy session, whilst his irrational side was screaming it's refusal to attend. Part of him didn't want to: it had fucked him up enough already, so why should he keep going? It had turned him gay, made him something he thought he'd never be. It had destroyed his entire identity and turned what he considered his best friends against him for their own gain. Yet, part of him...liked being like this. Part of him enjoyed the touch of another man. Part of him was scared that, if he didn't attend the session, then the repercussions would be dire. And another part of him thought that the confidence in his new identity was a good thing, even if he didn't like it. The stinging pain in his back was a reminder of what the hypnotism had done to him, but it was a burning reminder of other things, too: how he had been played for a fool, and how much he had enjoyed sex with another man. He kept reliving the moments with that Hyena in the bathroom stall. It was the most outrageous thing he'd ever done, but deep down, he'd loved every seconds of it.

He groaned and pressed the bridge of his snout again, clueless. His predicament was so convoluted that he didn't even know what way was up. He pulled his phone from his pocket and chewed his sandwich and he pulled up the accommodation the University, hoping he might be able to find somewhere to move into by the end of the week.

But was that wise? He knew what Alexa, and even his parents, would have said. He could hash it out with Taro and try to come to an agreement before it was too late. They should try and figure something out. Taro had been a great roommate, the two had gotten along well up until this. He was good at keeping the house afloat, and he had a way of making him laugh. Joey's stomach did a small flip at the thought of him and he felt his eyes burn again at the reminder of the betrayal. Some things were unforgivable, but he supposed it was worth a shot, nonetheless.

It was now or never. Slowly, he got to his feet and made his way back to the dorm, having finished his sandwich and coffee, and chucking the remnants into the bin next to him. He had to confront Taro: the imaginary voice of his parents in his head was right all along. If he didn't sort this out now, it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

He made his way up the steps in the dorm hall and paused outside of his apartment, or rather, Taro's apartment, taking a deep breath. He felt his hands trembling and his nerves bubbling away in his stomach, but he had to face this, whether he liked it or not. He placed his hand on the handle, and slowly turned it, stepping inside the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

The house was eerily quiet, but he knew Taro was here. An empty bottle of cider sat on the coffee table, and it hadn't been there last night. He twisted his ears, listening for the sound of movement, and he could hear a faint shuffling from the bathroom. It drew closer and closer until finally, Taro revealed himself.

He was naked, as Joey expected, yet he didn't feel ashamed to see it now, as if it weren't important in that moment. Taro stood there in his entirety, with a bottle in his hand and a sluggish expression that old him that he, too, had been a little upset. He set the bottle aside and face him, his sheath on show. Joey stood for a moment as he tried to find the words to say what he felt.

"Well?" Taro eventually said, throwing his hands up in dismay. "Are you going to yell at me or what?"

"...I'm trying to figure out what to say." Joey retorted, his nose scrunching up and his teeth baring themselves for a moment. It was evident that Joey was still pissed, over the initial shock of the situation and back to being angry again. The minute he saw Taro, he felt the rage bubbling up inside him again. At least the Kitsune didn't have a smirk on his face.

"You get why I'm upset, right?" Joey asked him with a curt tone, and Taro hung his head breath, taking a breath, before he nodded in agreement.

"I was an ass," He replied quietly, shuffling from foot to foot. "I betrayed your trust and I've upset you."

"G...Good." Joey didn't think he'd pick up on it so quickly, but he was glad he did. He exuded a sigh and paced the room a little. He should be more angry than this. Why wasn't he more angry than this?

"God, I just want to...punch you in the face! Scream and throw things at you...I don't know." He shook his head and groaned his frustration. In a matter of moments, Taro had crossed the room and closed the distance between them, pressing himself right against the Fox. He stared right into his eyes and Joey suddenly felt rather uncomfortable, consciously away that the Kitsune's sheath was shoving up right against his crotch.

"Then do it," Taro snapped out, his eyes lidding a little, his breathing low and shallow. "Hit me. Punch me, smack me in the face."

Joey faltered, unsure how to take the sudden change in behaviour. Taro took advantage of his hesitance to shove him hard up against the tall. Joey let out a weak 'oof' in response, but Taro had grasped his wrists and pressed him against the wall before he realised what was happening.

"But you wont," Taro muttered quietly. "Because no matter how much you feel shitty about what I did, you still want it. I can tell from the look in your eyes."

"I..." Joey knew this was wrong. He should be shouting and screaming, and he shouldn't be forgiving him so easily. But part of him wanted to so desperately that it was clouding his judgement and clogging up the rational gears in his brain, and Taro was capitalising on that. Before he could say anymore, Taro leant his mouth down and kissed all along the Fox's neck. Joey felt his skin prickle and his face quickly grow flushed, and he squirmed against the Kitsune, suddenly feeling intensely hot and warm. It was like it was a sensitive spot for him, and it only made sense that Taro knew it.

"You want me. Admit it." Taro demanded, his possessive streak getting the better of him. Part of him bad been upset that they'd fallen out. The other part of him had been frustrated that he was losing something that was his.

"I...I want you." Joey eventually mumbled in response, and it was all the motivation that Taro needed. His head angled up and their lips met in a fiery passion. Their hands roamed each other in an instant, and Joey felt Taro's hands pulling desperately at his clothes, tugging his coat and sweater off and over his head, and practically ripping his jeans from his body in a fit na unbridled passion and lust. They pressed against one-another, and Joey could feel the Kitsune's sheath swelling against his crotch.

His shirt went up over his head and Taro's hands briefly roamed his chest, before his hands trailed down and tugged at his waistband of his boxers. His underwear and pants fell to his ankles and he kicked them off his feet, momentarily stumbling. Their of them were naked, pressed against one-another, and Taro desperately needed him. He pulled the Fox with him and towards the couch, where he pushed him down into the sofa on his chest. He pressed his body down against the Fox from behind, grinding his growing member up against his rear, sliding his dick back and forth to make it clear how excited he actually was.

"Beg for it," Taro demanded as he cock angled back, prodding and poking at the Fox's inviting pucker. "I want you to beg for it."

"...I want it. Please." Joey found himself saying before he could stop him. He felt flustered, hot, and excited. He needed Taro so badly, despite all that he had done. It wasn't like love. It was a lot worse: like an addiction that couldn't be sated.

The words were all Taro needed, and he slid his hips back. His tapered end pierced the Fox's ass dry, but it was quickly lubricated up with pre-cum as the Kitsune began to roughly hump and thrust down into his new boyfriend and lover. He slowly leant up, pressing a hand down on the base of Joey's tail as he stared down at his tattooed back and his branded ass. His hands reached down to grope and stroke the ass and he began in on a quick and powerful thrust, picking up speed with ease.

"You're mine. You're my little slut, you hear me?" Taro snarled out, and the Fox whimpered in response, agreeing to him wholeheartedly and submitting for him. He bit down on his lip and pushed his hips back, groaning gently as he felt Taro's fat cock prodding into his prostate, making his cock pulse against the sofa cushions. Taro's gyrations soon turned wet and messy, and the sound filled the air of their rough, wet sex. Taro leant forwards and began plowing down into his lover's ass with ease, his knot squishing up against his ass with each thrust.

Taro loved this. It was better when his lover was coherent: he felt as if he were fucking him for the first time. All those moans were genuine and his own, not some hypnotised version of himself. He slipped out and withdrew from the Fox for a moment, rolling him onto his side and cocking his leg up. He positioned Joey's ankle on his shoulder and began to plow into him again, reaching down with a hand to stroke his lover's knotted cock, watching as pre-cum eagerly spurted from the end of the Fox's cock.

"Fuck, Joey, I'm going to..." He found himself getting close already as he shoved down, his knot popping down into Joey's ass, making him groan suddenly in response. He watched as Joey suddenly orgasmed without much warning, his knot swelling and throbbing powerfully as his load oozed itself out of his dick and onto the sofa, a few idle strings shooting onto his stomach and arm. He could feel Joey's muscles spasming around his knot, and he sighed, settling himself as he, too, orgasmed into his lover. He leant forwards and rocked his hips a little as he spurted his load deep into Joey's insides, shooting string after string.

"Mmmh. A lot better when you're not hypnotised, isn't it?" Taro remarked with a cheeky smirk and Joey looked up at him, remaking him coldly for a moment, before a small smile spread across his face. Taro rolled his lover back onto his back and pressed down into him again, leaning down and gently smooching his neck from behind as they waited for his knot to deflate.

"Joey," He began, not sure what to else to say other than to apologise. "I'm really sorry. I was scared, admittedly. Scared you were going to leave me."

"You should have just been honest." Joey sighed out, covered in sticky goo and pressed down into the couch. "If you had, we could have...I don't know, found some middle ground and sorted it out."

"...Well, you have to admit, it's turned out alright, hasn't it? You looked like you enjoyed yourself." Taro probed teasingly, and the Fox grumbled. Despite being angry, he felt a smile coming to his lips again, and he almost chuckled.

"In all seriousness," Taro sobered up. "Rhys...he was going to do this to you. Hell, he had planned the whole thing from the start: he just didn't bank on you choosing...well, me."

"...I'll talk to him tomorrow." Joey muttered darkly, knowing it had to be solved. He knew it wasn't going to be pretty, and he wasn't looking forward to it.

"Mmh...in the meantime..." Taro began, and he tugged his hips back. His knot popped from the Fox's asshole and Joey let out a hiss of surprise. He had little time to tense up before Taro thrust down into him again, slipping his knot in with ease.

"F-Fuck. Careful!" Joey blurted out, but Taro made no intention of stopping. His knot tugged out again and thrust back in. He began knot-fucking his lover, and the two of them gasping and huffing from the pleasure and mild pain as the knot slipped back and forth, stretching the Fox's backside with each thrust.

Taro began thrusting with a bit more gusto, before he finally pulled back. His cock sprung up in the air and he tugged his lover up, leading him somewhere else. He dragged him towards the kitchen and pushed him onto the table, tossing the box of cereal onto the floor in the process. He lined himself up and thrust into him again. Joey stared up at Taro fucking him in the ass, his tongue lolling from his mouth in the heat of the moment.

"Mmh. That's it." Taro grinned down at his happy face and leant forwards, thrusting into him again. His hips gyrated against the Fox's backside as he slammed, deeper and deeper with each thrust, until he was jutting and humping a couple of inches like a horny animal. His balls swung and batted against the Fox's backside as he thrust back and forth until, finally, his orgasm hit him again. Before he knew it, he was orgasming again, and he slipped his member back, dragging it across the Fox's inner thigh as he spurted a good number of string against his inner thigh. He sighed of pleasure and leant down, licking along the Fox's sweaty chest. Joey panted and huffed, surprised he finished so quick already. Perhaps the Kitsune was just particularly eager for sex that night.

"...I love you, Joey." Taro muttered after a moment, leaning up and moving his head closer. Joey wasn't quite sure what to say in response, but he reached up, pulled Taro's head down towards his. They met in a sweet kiss and pressed themselves against each other again, swapping saliva as their tongues dragged against one-another. Joey's hands roamed, stroking along the pink-furred back and his legs hooking around the Kitsune's waist.

"Mmh. I've got to go." Joey remembered, tilting his head to glance at the clock, realising it was already 4pm. He'd be late if he wasn't careful. Taro grimaced, but he leant up off the Fox, and Joey sat up. He planted a kiss on Taro's cheek, and hopped off the chair, making his way towards the door.

"You sure I can't convince you to say?" Taro asked him cheekily, watching with eager eyes as Joey pulled on his boxers and jeans. Joey glanced over at him as he pulled his shirt over his head, having to ignore the cum seeping against the clothes, for now. He shook his head.

"I'll be late," He told him sternly. "Besides, I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Taro crossed the room towards him, watching him tugging on his coat as he faced the door. He slid his hands around Joey's sides and cuddled him into him from behind, leaning into him enough to make him press up against the door. Taro groaned his disappointment as his hands slipped under the Fox's stomach, stroking up along his stomach fur.

"Mmh. Are you sure? Just another quickie, I promise..." Taro didn't seem to want to take no for an answer, kissing the back of Joey's neck as his hand descended down. Joey squirmed a bit against him, chuckling awkwardly as he felt the back of trousers being pulled down.

"Really, I shouldn't--" Joey began, but Taro was already grinding his half-hard cock up against him. The Kitsune's breath was hot and heavy and he pushed against the Fox, ramming him up against the door, causing it to bang a little.

"K-Keep it down! S--" He began, before he felt the cock sinking into him again already. Taro pierced his inviting pucker and slid his cock deeper and deeper as he pushed up against him, butting his knot against his asshole again.

"Just a quickie." Taro promised him as he rocked back, thrusting roughly against him. The door banged again due to the small gap in the lock, and Joey let out a soft exhale of pleasure, feeling the tip of his member smearing pre-cum against his boxers.

"T-Taro, I've got to g-- Nnhn..." He huffed again as Taro thrust into a steady rhythm, rocking his hips as he humped harder and harder, filling the air with the wet, squelching sounds of his cock sliding between pre-cum and his own semen. Some of it dripped down into Joey's underwear and onto the floor. Taro began to huff and pant with exertion, lifting up Joey's shirt more as he thrust harder and harder, huffing and groaning in pleasure.

"Your ass is so good. So good..." He muttered against the Fox, his knot slipping and popping into Joey's ass before popping out again. He humped harder with each and every thrust, picking up speed in no time as he rocked his hips eagerly back and forth. He even hooked a hand under Joey's leg, trying to lifting him up a little as he felt his third orgasm approaching.

"H-Hah. I'm close. Where do you want it, baby? In or out?" He asked him, and Joey felt put on the spot, unable to decide between the two. Both were bad choices.

"Out. Don't know me." He eventually decided, and just in time, too. Taro groaned and gently pulled out, smearing his tip against Joey's pucker as he felt his orgasm hit him. He squirted his thick, creamy load right between the Fox's cheeks, coating the crack with his seed as he tilted his cock to shoot a couple of strings against his ass. He gently stroked his hips in delight and eventually pulled back, sighing in satisfaction.

"Okay. You can go." He giggled in response and kissed his neck again, helping him to pull his jeans up, smearing his underwear with cum. Joey recoiled from the feeling and grumbled, readjusting himself.

"Asshole," He muttered, though he turned and gave him a kiss. "Be back soon."

He headed out the door, leaving Taro in the apartment, with cum covering his ass, in his ass, and on his stomach, all thankfully hidden under his clothes. He knew it'd be bad if anyone found out, but they wouldn't.

How could he forgive Taro so easily? It was like the Kitsune used sex to get his own way, just like how Kasem had insisted he used to to do him. Maybe Taro had picked up a few tricks. He wasn't sure, and he knew he was still angry. But, now, he didn't want to leave. Part of him wanted to make it work. His mind drifted to Rhys again, to what he'd done. He'd done exactly as Taro had done, but worse: he'd planned it from the start and tried to capitalise it. He'd pay, that was for sure.

With Joey leaving for his appointment, Taro slipped on his own clothes and tugged on his coat. He had a number of purchases to make down-town before his new boyfriend returned, and a number of them would need to be bought soon, before the stores closed. He headed out and down the path, not too far behind Joey himself, and headed onto the next bus behind him, heading down into the city centre.

Taro felt...good. He had been distraught over their argument at the time, but he was thrilled they had made back up together. Taro had always struggled to connect with people, but he found it easy with Joey. They just clicked easily, that Joey was always so obedient.

Taro came from a wealthy family, but as you'd expect from rich parents, they were relatively distant. What should have been a loving relationship between him and his mother and father turned into bitter resentment at their sheer neglect at raising him. He was more raised by his Nanny, who'd known and still kept in contact with to that day, more than his family. At Christmas got the odd card from them and another hefty deposit into his personal bank account, but that was what they considered being a 'good parent'. Not that he minded the money; it was incredibly useful. But he could have appreciated a lot more love.

Perhaps it was that, because of that, he sunk into a life of debauchery and sex at the tender age of 18, when he had finally moved out of his parents house and into his own apartment. With all the money he could ever want at the time, he'd had need to work, and he had flounced himself around parties, had sex with multiple men, and got into meaningless relationships. All of them ended horribly, with him being called an ass and a selfish prick before they left. His 2 years of sex and kinks ground to a halt when he found out his caretaker, his Nana, had grown ill.

He'd gone to her bedside, and everyone thought she wasn't going to make it. As was customary, she wanted to speak to them all each in private, and Taro had been the first. He was scolded harshly by her on what they assumed to be her 'deathbed', and told to get his act together. He promised her that he would, and that she'd be proud.

Thankfully, she had recovered. But that wake-up call was what Taro needed to get his life back on track, and he did. His parents still chucked money his way twice a year or more, but he enrolled in university to study English Literature. Of course, he came to realise it was a lot harder than he thought, and now he barely wanted to study at all. It had changed a little when he met Kasem, but now that Joey was in his life, he felt a sudden vigor, a sudden boost of confidence. Joey was a go-getter, the kind of Fox who wanted to get things done. Taro didn't want to look like too much of a lazy ass around him, so he knew now that he needed to book his ideas up, now that the two of them were serious.

He knew what he'd done was wrong, and it took Joey telling him so to realise it. He remembered he'd been ferocious and manic when he'd found out the Fox had been with someone else, and he knew that posessive, dominant streak would end up rearing it's ugly head in the future. He'd used the Fox for his own enjoyment, and in a way, he was no better than Kasem when it came to making it up to him. He needed to make the Fox see he truly cared. That was going to take a lot of time and lot of effort, but was Joey worth? Yes, without a shadow of a doubt.

He stepped off the bus in a busy city centre of London, and made his way to the off-streets to one of the more lucrative, secret shops that people didn't often want to seen walking into. It was called 'Fetish Plaza', and as many would expect, it was packed to the ceiling with all manner of fetish gear, from handcuffs and butt-plugs to puppy masks and full latex garment, as well as the accessories and instruments to practice them efficiently and safely. Taro had a few ideas, and he wanted to make use of them.

He stepped into the fetish shop, and came out 30 minutes later with two heavy bags of bondage gear. He was going to the extreme, or rather, as extreme as he could get, as he wanted the Fox enjoy all manner of instruments. The first was a ceiling harness, so he could sit the Fox in in and have him suspended from the ceiling to enjoy the Fox at his pleasure during the night. The second with a number of handcuffs and a couple of gags to thoroughly make the experience worthwhile. He'd also picked up a wooden paddle, as well as a beginner's whip, one that was lined with a softer material so that it stung, but didn't hurt too much. He didn't want the poor Fox to feel too much pain: the pleasure was the most important part, and he wanted his new lover to feet that well and truly.

But that wasn't all. He had another shop to visit: the girl's clothing store. One of the top brands, too, since he could afford it. He needed to make sure that his little Fox knew where his place was, and wanted to make him feel like a princess. What better way than a girly pair of underwear, and maybe even a skirt or two? Perhaps. He at least got the underwear, and a number of other different, more revealing clothes that would have suited a gay man more, as well as a collection of other apparel. If he could make the Fox wear them out in public, it would be even sexier.

With that, he made his way back to the apartment, and in the nick of time, too. It was nearing 7pm, and he'd at least be back in time for the Fox to get there. He assumed he'd bought enough, and there were a few extra things in the fetish bag as well. He had to provide for his new boyfriend, after all.

He got back to the apartment relatively quickly and slipped his key into the lock, glancing about the living room. Joey wasn't back yet, but it was just past 7pm. He guessed that the Fox was stuck in traffic. In a way, it was good: it gave Taro time to set everything up.

He first moved to the bedroom and retrieved the ceiling harness, using a chair to screw it into the cieling with an electric screwdriver he had lying around the house since he got his new bed. It worked a treat, and within 10 minutes, it was set up. He'd have to get Joey to sit on it to angle it right, but it was perfect so far.

With that, he hung up the BDSM gear on hooks by the bed, from the leash and collar, to the harness suit, a couple of chains, and the handcuffs and gags. He admired his handiwork and set the empty bags aside, scooping up the other clothes and opened up the drawer in his room. Joey would be sharing his room now after all.

Taro didn't have very many clothes lined up for himself that weren't already hung up on the wardrobe, so he was happy to give Joey to space in his drawers, filling them to the brim with all the fancy designer clothes he'd bought. To tease the poor Fox, he sat the pink panties on top of it all, and closed it again for him to look at later.

He'd managed to set everything up rather quickly, and he checked his clock, realising it was already coming up to 8pm. He looked back out into the hallway and frowned, wondering when Joey would be returning. As if on cue, he heard the door handle rattle. The Kitsune dived into the kitchen and quickly retrieved two glasses and some wine, waltzing out into the living room when he saw Joey coming in through the door.

"Hey cutie." The Kitsune grinned widely and Joey looked momentarily startled, slipping off his beanie.

"...Taro. Special occasion?" He grinned awkwardly, and the Kitsune shuffled on the spot for a moment, amused. He gestured with a finger and wandered through to the bedroom. After a brief hesitance, Joey eventually followed him.

As the Fox stepped into the room, he was greeted to the sight of the hanging harness, as well as a number of different instruments hanging on the wall. He shuffled awkwardly on the spot for a moment, his lips split into a thin line.

"W-What's all this?" He asked quietly, and Taro knew he was a little more confused than anything.

"It's some gear I thought we might try out. Nothing heinous, trust me. I'll show you." He gestured, and the Fox hesitated for a moment, before he eventually agreed. He stepped closer to the Kitsune, who hoisted him up and helped him into the ceiling harness. The Fox yelped as he practically flew onto his back, and his legs high in the air and his ass exposed. He tilted his head down and stared at the Kitsune through his legs with a flustered expression.

"Enjoying it?" Taro asked, placing a hand on the Fox's crotch and groping his bulge for a moment. He sneaked around to the drawer and took the panties off the top.

"I got you some new clothes, too." He pointed out, bringing the panties into view and placing them on the Fox's chest. Joey gulped nervously.

"O-Okay, we should maybe talk about this first," He suggested, and stared, wide-eyed, as Taro began to unclip his belt. "T-Taro, I'm serious! We should!"

"Oh, we will," Taro assured him, leaning forwards with a sinister, lewd grin. "After I'm done breaking you in."

Joey whimpered in response, but there was a big, goofy grin on his face. Despite Taro's new attitude and his rather raunchy behaviour, one thing was clear.

Joey couldn't be happier.