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Everything was black.

Something brushed against the wolf's nose. He inhaled reflexively, but when he did, a potent smell assaulted his olphatory senses with such strength that his whole body tensed up.

It jerked him awake.

Nate gasped. The smell was gone, but remnants of its awfulness remained in his sensitive nose. The wolf coughed in discomfort, wrinkling his nose to get rid of it while at the same time trying to cope with everything his suddenly awakened senses were telling him.

Or, rather, what they were not telling him. The wolf opened his eyes and blinked, but the blackness didn't go away. He shook his head, confused for a moment, only to finally feel the softness of the blindfold's cloth as it wrapped around his head.

"Hmmmfgh?!" the wolf grumbled. He bit down on whatever was in his mouth, but the gag that had been shoved in there was soft and didn't yield under his sharp lupine teeth. It too was wrapped around his head and stuck inside his muzzle in a way that his tongue could not hope to push out.

His heart started accelerating. The initial confusion of his situation started giving room to sense, but he still couldn't make sense of what was happening. Where was he? What was going on?

Next, much to his dismay, the wolf started squirming. There wasn't much he could do, for Nate found himself sitting on what must be a chair, but the outline of rope around his body became more obvious as it pressed back against him when he tried to move this way or that.

It went around his chest, keeping him against the chair's back rest. His arms felt a little sore forced back and tied up against the back of said chair as well and his legs? He could feel the bite of the rope at his ankles as they too were tied against the chair's legs forced to be spread out and immobile.

"Hmmfgh?!" the wolf mumbled through his gag. "Hmmfglp! Hmmhlp!"

Nate wanted to scream. He found himself panting, his heart now pounding inside his chest. What in all the hells was going on?! The wolf tried to think back, make sense of things as he squirmed. He was... he was in a bar. At night. A regular bar, drinking. He went to the bathroom to take a leak and... and then...

As the wolf squirmed in the chair, he felt something else he hadn't noticed before. Nate noticed that his clothes were all gone. He was sitting in that chair, bound and entirely naked. Not only that, but also...!

"Adorable."

The voice coming right from his side startled the wolf to no end. His downed ears perked up and he helplessly turned his face towards it, as if that would help him see anything.

"Mmmfgh?!"

"I'm sorry," the voice, obviously male, said again, "I didn't mean to scare you. I love sitting back and watching the first reaction."

Nate's heart was still beating at a million beats per second. The wolf just sat there, confused. What did that mean?! Since he was not able to see who was standing next to him, all the wolf could do was sniff in his direction. Nate had never been too great at smells, but he could definitely smell someone... maybe. There were a lot of other smells around confusing him as well.

"I'm sure you've got lots of questions," the unknown voice said with a chuckle. "I'm not gonna answer any of them. I am just here to... play."

"Mmmfghmfgh?!" the wolf tried asking. He couldn't make out words.

Nate grew stiff when he suddenly felt a touch coming to his exposed thigh. A paw, and not a large one. It touched him gently, then rubbed his thigh, slowly sliding inwards in a way that felt uncomfortably intimate even to the panicking wolf.

"Hmgh! Hmmfgh mhg!" the wolf tried to protest. He squirmed in his chairs, pulling against the unyielding rope, but it was hopeless.

"Look at this... I'm sure you have questions about this as well."

The stranger's hand slowly moved further inwards. His light paw caressed and rubbed the wolf's thigh, then his touch was reduced to a single digit as it trailed up towards his sheath. As it did, it brushed against Nate's knot... considering it was fully out and engorged.

The wolf did have questions about that. Before whoever it was had spoken Nate himself had just noticed that, for some reason, as he squirmed in his chair, his hard member bumped against his own stomach. Nate felt a small wave of embarrassment at the thought of being fully erect while naked and bound to that chair. That wasn't right! Embarrassment was the least of his problems at that moment, though.

As the stranger's finger continued to trail up, Nate felt what he could only describe as a small shock when the digit made contact with his hot, aroused flesh. The touch over his member made it throb in the air with a wave of pleasure he could not understand emanating from his groin.

The wolf realized he was feeling... aroused. Not just aroused, though. He was feeling horny, desperate, in a way he didn't remember feeling before. As the stranger's single finger trailed up over the wolf's length, he found himself letting out a groan through his gag.

That finger played around the surface of his member, circling it once, then caressing ever so softly. Even the droplet of pre-cum that came from the tip of the wolf's cock he could feel trailing down his length from how sensitive it felt.

"Hmmmmghffgg..!" Nate groaned in absolute confusion. Arousal was the absolute last thing he wanted to feel at that moment, so why...?

"I was lying," the stranger said while he continued to idly tease the wolf's throbbing member. "I'm going to answer this question. You're like this because I fed you several poppers while you were unconscious. Five, six? However many I had left in the bottle. They recommend only taking one a day, you know."

Nate's eyes went wide under the blindfold. The stranger chuckled at that as if it was funny. As if he had played a minor prank on him or something, but the wolf felt himself panicking. That fucker had drugged him too?! A small growl of outrage came from the wolf's throat, but the very moment it did, that light, teasing touch on his cock suddenly became a tight grip. It tightened around his member, painfully so, turning his growl into a surprised whimper.

"DON'T GROWL AT ME!" the stranger yelled near his face. Nate's ears fell back reflexively at the sudden, unexpected act of aggression. The grip on his cock fucking hurt, the paw squeezing it hard for a moment before letting go.

The wolf could hear the stranger ventilating for a moment, fast at first, but then it slowly calmed down. That paw came back to his cock. It started... petting it. Rubbing it gently where it felt a little sore from the grip and squeeze as if in apology.

"I'm sorry," the stranger said. "I can't stand it when they growl at me. It's not right. It's not right. It's not right..."

The 'petting' on his cock continued. Nate's ears remained low. What was happening? Whoever that guy was, the way he muttered to himself told Nate for sure that he wasn't in his right mind. That might help explain why he had kidnapped him, bound him to a chair and apparently drugged him.

None of that served to quell the fear the wolf felt, though.

"You know what?" the stranger spoke again, "I'm actually not sorry. I was lying. I don't think a fox should ever apologize to a wolf."

A fox? Nate couldn't look at him, but as he felt the back of the stranger's hand against his thigh when his hand pulled away from his member, he swore he could feel fur against his own too. So it was a fox...

"After all, I prepared a fun night for the both of us! I have a lot of toys, you know. I spent a long, long time wondering which ones I would use while you slept, but then I finally decided."

"Hmmgh?" Nate tried to ask. Toys?

"You'll see... You'll see. You're gonna like it, then you're gonna hate it, then you're gonna like it, then you're gonna hate it, then you're gonna like it..." The fox chuckled as he mumbled on his little sequence of words. Much to the wolf's dismay, however, a paw enveloped his cock again and, this time, it treated it gently again. And treating it gently meant closing around it and starting to stroke it in a casual manner.

Nate squirmed in his seat. The fox was pretty much jerking him off and, given how incredibly sensitive and horny those drugs had made him, the wolf couldn't help but let out a spurt of pre-cum as soon as it started. The paw masturbating it used it to spread it around the wolf's red, pulsing length in order to make the stroking even smoother...

Nate huffed through his nose. He still didn't know what was going on. That weird psycho of a fox had kidnapped him, drugged him, tied him up... and now he was jerking him off? Nate struggled against the ropes binding him a bit more in sheer frustration! He didn't want to feel any arousal at all in the situation he was in. Besides, he was a straight wolf! He sunk his knot into waiting ladies. Not even in college, before he dropped out, had he let a dude grab at his cock, and now that crazy fox...

"It's so big..." the fox said as he kept stroking him. "So red, so veiny..."

Nate's ears folded back. The fox, whoever he was, clearly knew what he was doing. His fingers squeezed at the wolf's cock every time they went up, then brushed against his knot just right when they came down. The wolf's member throbbed in his hand, the arousal growing and the pleasure inevitable no matter how much Nate tried to will himself into not enjoying that insanity. More pre-cum kept coming to make things easier for the fox joined together with the knowledge that there was nothing he could do to stop it made Nate's face grow red.

"Except, it's not. I was lying. This is what all wolves want to hear. All the time. It's actually nothing special. I've seen much bigger, much redder..."

The wolf felt a sting in his pride even though he wasn't really considering anything that psycho said. He didn't want compliments while he was tied to a chair and masturbated. He wanted out!

"Hmmfrghhhhh!" Nate tried to protest. "Hmghhh ffhmmfhg hmgh!"

"Settle down!" the fox chimed in, his tone playful, "we are getting there. You wolves are always so impatient... How about I give it a little extra?"

Nate had no idea what that meant, but that stroking paw stopped for a moment to grip his cock at the base. The squeeze on his knot was enough to make him draw in a sharp breath through his nose again, but what came next...

The warm, soft feeling of a tongue started at the very base of his cock, then sloooowly moved upwards...

"Hmmmffggghh..."

It felt like too much! The fox's silky tongue enveloped his member, his muzzle tipped sideways so that he could kiss and suckle at the wolf's length. Nate knew it must be the drugs, but he didn't think he had ever felt so aroused in his entire life. As that tongue continued to idly work on his member, he felt himself nearing the tipping point.

The thought of cumming to this gay maniac turned the wolf's stomach, but there was nothing he could do. When the fox's grip on his knot tighten even more and he felt a muzzle enveloping the tip of his cock, its warmth covering his member, that tongue swirling and massaging the sensitive, throbbing surface of his cock as the fox went down on him...

"Hmmgh!" Nate moaned, his eyes closing behind the blindfold, his muscles relaxing against the ropes as his balls pulled up. He felt that impending feeling of orgasm, that rising pleasure...!

And then it all stopped. The fox pulled away, both paw and muzzle, in a heartbeat. Nate's eyes opened behind the blindfold again, his feeling of climax halted as the stimulation to his member stopped. The wolf's cock pulsed and throbbed alone in the air, pre-cum still drooling from its tip with his knot fully inflated, but without further stimulation, the wolf was forced to just feel the edge of his climax slowly ebb away while he panted through his gag.

"Now you are ready," the fox said. What did that mean?! The wolf was still trying to recover from both the shame and intensity of his frustrated orgasm but he heard the fox get up and start rummaging around.

"Hmmgh?" the wolf tried to ask, but it was helpless. The fox ignored him and continued working on whatever he was working on. After a while of that, the wolf's perked ears heard the fox sitting down in front of him again.

"And now I am ready," he announced. "I thought long and hard about what I should use to play with you tonight. In the end, I thought that the most appropriate thing would be..."

The fox made a pause as if for extra effect.

"Paint!"

Nate's ears twitched. Paint? What did that mean? Nate worked as a painter, that much was true, but what did that have to do with anything? In fact, when the wolf thought about it, he didn't remember telling anyone in that bar what he did. How did the fox know...?

"I made two colors," the fox continued before he could ponder it any further, "one is blue and the other one is red. Which one will you like the most? Which one will you hate the most?"

The fox giggled. It was a long, loud giggle of sheer excitement. The wolf's ears folded down against his head and he pulled against the ropes again. Whatever the psycho was planning, he wanted nothing to do with it! A small whine came out of his muzzle to signify that.

"Calm down! I know, I know, you're feeling lonely. Don't worry! Here, I will be very nice and show you the red first. I know you wolves like red."

Nate stood still, listening. Show him the paint? Did that mean the blindfold was going to come off? The wolf felt weirdly nervous about that notion, although he would take anything over the darkness. Over being unable to know what was coming next.

The sound of something opening came and, as soon as it did, a strong and familiar smell of paint permeated the air. It was industrial paint, the same kind Nate used every day to paint houses and buildings. Nate's nose twitched at the familiarity, but that didn't stop his racing heart as the fox took his sweet time.

"Here we go... a little bit of red. Let's see how it looks."

As with everything else revolving around his situation, Nate had no idea what to expect, yet he was still surprised when he felt the first touch. It was a brush, that much was obvious, but it was not the large, wide brushes he usually employed. It was a small, delicate painter's brush that came to touch his cock.

With how sensitive it was, Nate could feel everything. It was a tadbit warm, which was weird for paint, and it left its warmth there after it touched the wolf's throbbing length, joining in with the heat coming from Nate's sheer arousal. As the fox brushed at the underside of his cock with his delicate brush, the wolf sucked in a sharp breath through his nose.

Though the fear of what was coming next had dwindled his arousal a little bit, the wolf found that a little bit of teasing brought the drug-induced arousal right back to the front of his mind. The fox started to hum cheerfully as he carefully used his brush to tickle and tease the wolf's cock right in the center first, then he slowly started to move up towards the tip. The brush was soft and pleasant, a light, teasing touch that brought the wolf pleasure he didn't want to feel, but couldn't deny either.

"Hmmmmffggh..." Nate groaned. The fox giggled at that too, then pulled his brush away for a moment only to have it return with a fresh coating of paint. The fucker was really painting his cock! Alas, the paint was the last thing in Nate's mind even if industrial paint was a bitch to clean out after it dried. And he had never gotten it on his dick...

As the brush continued to tickle and tease his cock, pre-cum soon came to join the pain being spread over his length. The fox, however, was quick to use his brush to spread that pre-cum around the tip, mixing it in with the warm paint and making the wolf groan again in pleasure.

Nate found his breathing rate increasing rapidly. The edge of his orgasm, which the fox had left him in before, was returning quickly as that brush continued to tickle and tease his cock. The touch was so soft, so delicate, that it felt... frustrating. Nate's arousal swirled around inside his head. The wolf felt an urge for pleasure, to thrust, to fuck something tight, fast and hard all the way until his swollen knot pierced it.

It made the wolf tense. A whine escaped Nate's muzzle and he found himself resisting the urge to hump upwards. The wolf had to fight the urge to just give in to the overwhelming sexual need assaulting him. He told himself in his head over and over that it was just the drugs that psycho had fed him, nothing more! Yet as the humming fox continued to work with his little brush, coating every inch of the wolf's member with his warm paint, Nate found it harder and harder to maintain control. The wolf's paws were curled into fists behind the chair, his muscles tense...

Each time that brush came to his sensitive flesh, bursts of pleasure radiated from the wolf's groin. His cock pulsed, the edge of his orgasm so close! Yet the touch was too soft, too slow, too... fucking delicate! Nate groaned through his gag again, whining alongside it. He endured it, but the fox moved so slowly...

After a while, the wolf couldn't tell if they had been at it for a few minutes or for the better part of an hour. No inch of his cock was spared the fox's brush. The sensitive tip was harder and, when the fox worked there, it was as if Nate was going to cum any second. The damned bastard could probably tell, though, because sometimes, when the wolf could swear that damn brush was going to push him over the edge, the fox pulled it back to get more paint and sometimes he took extra long doing that. When the brush returned back down to the middle of the wolf's length, Nate realized he had been biting down on his gag and had to force himself to relax his jaw.

"Aren't you enjoying this, wolf? Don't worry! The hardest part is already done. It'll get easier from now on," the fox said, which did little to nothing to calm Nate down, but he still sighed through his nose. The brush pulled away from his aching cock for a moment...

And when it returned, it was as if a small shock coursed through Nate's body.

"I was lying," the fox said with a giggle. "This is my favorite part!"

As the fox used the brush to start painting and teasing the side of his knot, Nate realized that if he thought the teasing had been bad, this was ten times worse. Never before had he felt his member so damn sensitive. Each little touch felt like lightning on his nerves. His arousal felt like a bonfire, radiating from his groin and burning bright and hot. The brush coming to his knot, teasing it with its cursed light touch felt like throwing a heap of new logs into that blaze of arousal.

"Hmmmfgh!" Nate complained. It was a mix between a moan and groan. The wolf pulled against the ropes keeping his wrists bound, but this time it was only because the urge to grab at his cock, to give it a few hard strokes and reach the orgasm that stood so close was overwhelming.

Struggle or not, however, the fox just giggled and kept going. He worked on one side of the wolf's knot first, going even slower than before, and when he moved on to the underside of that big bulb...

"Hmmfgh!" Nate grunted in a downright plead. "Hmghff! Hmghfffhf...!"

The fox, as always, just giggled happily. There was no response, just that brush continuing to paint his cock, little by little, at a snail's pace. For the wolf, the edge of orgasm was right there, being held back by the lack of stimulation while at the same time being stroked non-stop. It felt... it felt like sheer and utter torture! His mind was hyperfocused, his cock pulsed in the air, pre-cum drooling from the tip almost constantly now. All he could think about was the pleasure, that primal, utter need for finishing that every male felt. He was so close! Unbearably close!

But the fox did not relent.

Nate could not tell how long the fox took to 'paint' his knot. It was incredibly slow, although the fox himself seemed to be having a lot of fun the whole time. It didn't matter how much the wolf struggled and thrashed or whined and pleaded through his gag. Nothing made that small little brush stop coming to his knot to tease and tickle at it, little by little, inch by inch...

"And... done!" the fox finally announced when the wolf was certain he was close to going crazy from the sheer pleasurable frustration.

Nate's breathing was fast and ragged. With that announcement, he let himself relax a bit against the chair and whined through his gag again. His cock still ached, his balls churning and the edge of his orgasm was still right there, so close yet so far. Would the fox maybe stroke him to completion now that he was done with his... whatever it was? As upsetting as it was to think like that, the wolf dared hope he would. Just another touch of that tongue, another squeeze of his knot, anything! Anything would tip him over, he was sure. He just wanted to thrust up to it, to feel something tighten around his cock and knot. Just imagining it made it pulse in the air, a new wave of eagerness washing over the wolf...

"It looks nice and red! Much more red than before. If only you could see it!" The fox started rummaging things around them as he spoke. "But... it wouldn't be fair if we didn't see how it would look in blue as well, would it?"

The wolf's ears perked up. The fox was thinking of painting his cock all over again?! No! He couldn't take it! The wolf immediately started pulling against the ropes and huffing through his nose.

"Hmmgh! HMGHF!" he complained. He couldn't take it! A sudden, sharp whack coming to the side of his cock stopped the wolf in his tracks, though. The hit made Nate gasp.

"Settle down!" the fox said. Another whack to the other side of his cock came. The second one hurt more than the first. With how sensitive the wolf's length was, Nate whined as the pain of the hits started radiating from his length a second after the hits connected. Given how sharp and fast they were, the wolf quickly realized they had been made with the hilts of the brush.

"Don't worry. This paint is blue. Blue. It obviously won't feel like the red one. That wouldn't make any sense!"

What didn't make any sense was what the fox was saying, yet he spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Why would different colors of paint feel different? Whatever it was, Nate let out another whine. His wrists felt chafed from the rope holding them still, but he would do anything to get away from that crazy fox's clutches.

"How about we start with the tip?" the fox asked. Nate felt a finger teasing his cock near the pointy tip. The wolf groaned again. The stimulation, again, was mild and soft, but enough to keep him at the peak of his drug-induced arousal. So very close to cumming! The wolf huffed through his nose, again and again, as the inevitable pleasure coursed through him.

"You will love this," the fox said again as his finger gave the wolf's cock one last little tease and then pulled away. The wolf's heart raced in fear and anxiety of what would come next. Then, he felt the brush against his cock once more. It brushed against the underside of his cock, near the tip, right where the wolf's length thickened out.

Nate's ears twitched. This time the paint felt cold to the touch as it usually did. The fox gave the underside of his cock a few swipes then pulled the brush away.

At first, it just felt... weird? The coldness he felt from the paint, it was as if it stuck to his cock. Then came the first uncomfortable pinch on the sensitive surface where the paint rested. It made the wolf twitch in his bindings. That pinch came again feeling like an itch on his cock, then again and again, becoming more and more prominent over the surface the paint had been applied to. At the same time, that coldness... it intensified. Intensified to more and more uncomfortable levels against his hot, throbbing erection. Nate let out a whine and pulled against his bonds. He shook his hips, as if that would somehow get the paint off his cock, but all he managed to do was bounce his erection a little bit. The breeze against the coldness on his cock felt even worse! It felt as if fucking ice was being pressed against it, and it didn't go away!

"I was lying!" the fox said with an excited giggle. "You will not like it. I made a special mix for the blue paint. Just a few things I thought you would like. Itching powder and, have you ever heard of 'icy hot'? That muscle medicine that feels awful? Among some other things to make it last..."

"HMMFGH!" Nate complained. The burning cold and the itch he felt on his cock were explained. It fucking hurt! Yet, somehow, his cock remained erect through it instead of softening and hiding! Surely because of the drugs, he told himself again. The wolf kept pulling against the ropes binding his wrists, though. Desperate to wipe off whatever the fuck the crazy fox had spread over his cock.

"What? You don't like it? But icy hot is medicine! Kind of. Does it feel hot? Or does it feel cold? I always hated it too. Do you want me to scratch your dick?"

The fox laughed while the wolf kept squirming. He kept letting out gagged pleas, but the fox all but ignored him with his excited giggling until the fox's laughter stopped abruptly.

"Simmer down!" With the reprimand, a whack with the brush's handle came to Nate's cock. Right to its underside where the painful mixture was. The wolf pretty much howled through his gag. The pain of the impact mixed in with the itch and the coldness, making his cock feel like it was dunked into fire and ice at the same time.

"You're so whiny! I thought you wolves were supposed to be tough. Why don't I give you some red again to make it better?"

Nate still had his eyes shut behind the blindfold enduring the pain and discomfort. It felt sudden for him, but the brush returned to his cock, this time with the warm paint that was supposedly red, and as it brushed over the 'blue' paint...

The wolf's ears fell back. A wave of relief washed over him. The warm paint felt like water, cleansing the uncomfortable itch and aching cold sensation. Some of it was still left behind, but as the red paint was applied over the blue, the wolf's cock felt much better again.

So much better that, when the fox kept rubbing it with the brush even after he had covered the whole of the blue paint again, the pleasure of his arousal was quick to return. Even though the ache of the swats he had received, even though the faint itch and mild cold sensation that remained, Nate found himself quickly groaning again in pleasure and frustration. The fox giggled more as he teased his cock all over, on the knot, on the tip, and soon enough the wolf was thrown back at that state where he was so fucking close to cumming that his member was throbbing in the air, dripping pre-cum, but the fox wouldn't let him go over it.

Whenever he was too close, the brush would pull away so that only the very tip of it was very lightly teasing the sensitive surface of his dick. No matter how much the gagged wolf groaned and plead, the fox just kept playing with him, keeping him on the edge for another... who knows how long.

The worst part? This time the fox didn't say anything. All Nate could hear was humming as at one point, the brush pulled away for a moment and, when it returned, it was cold. The wolf tensed up the moment he felt it, mouthing muffled pleads as he felt the cold brush paint the sides of his cock here or there, but it was useless. The fox just kept humming and sometimes giggling as the itch and cold returned.

There was nothing the wolf could do but to endure it. The fox painted patterns on his cock with the blue paint. Spiral lines or squiggly lines here or there, making Nate whimper so much that small tears made his blindfold wet as he endured the mix of heat and cold and itch. The fox would let him whine and struggle for a while, then apply the red over some parts to tease and give him relief for a while. Sometimes he covered the whole thing, sometimes he let some of the blue itch while he teased his cock with the brush at the same time.

After a while, it all mixed together. The discomfort, the pain, the itch and the pleasure. The fox kept teasing and teasing him to a point where Nate just felt like he was pretty much perpetually in that state of high arousal, on the edge of orgasm, so close to cumming! His body ached for relief, his balls felt full, ready to burst in an arousal he had never felt before... While at the same time, the cursed blue paint over any surface of his cock made every second torture.

The wolf thought it couldn't get any worse, but when the whole length of his throbbing cock was already a mix of different colors, the fox's maniacal giggling reached a new high. The wolf didn't know what that meant until he felt it. The blue paint... applied to his knot.

"HMMMFGH! MHGGHMFFFF!" Nate pleaded the moment he felt that brush applying it to his oversensitive, very swollen knot. It was no use, though. If he struggled too much, the fox would swat at his cock with the brush's handle, making the whole thing much worse, so the wolf was forced to just clench his fists, close his eyes shut to hold down the tears and let the psycho fox do whatever he wanted with his cock.

Nate lost track of time. It felt like an eternity with the fox painting his cock of different colors, having fun with making patterns, drawing things. Smiley faces made of blue made Nate squirm in his chair, especially when the 'mouth' was on his knot, while at the same time the fox never stopped using that soft brush to tease and play with him until he felt he was literally about to burst even with the pain and itch still going at him.

Sometimes the fox would paint over all of the blue, giving Nate some relief from the pain but almost driving him mad with the teasing and edging. Then, it would always follow with a new pattern of blue to which the wolf could only pray didn't involve his knot too much. But it always did. At one point, Nate no longer knew which color of paint was worse. The blue grew more and more prominent, his cock a literal canvas for the fox's crazyness, and the whole thing went by for what must have been hours and hours.

At some point, the fox decided to include his balls in the mix. By then Nate had been held at the edge of orgasm so much that the brush against his balls almost tipped him over the edge alone, but his balls became the fox's play zone when his cock was too close to bursting, no matter how much blue it had in it. The fox was relentless. He just kept going and going, always amping things up a little more each time. For Nate, time lost all meaning, there was only his cock and the myriad of feelings coming from it, but never an orgasm. He was so aroused, yet never allowed to get there.

The pleasure, the pain, it was all too much! The whining, desperate wolf had no more strength to struggle anymore. He did smell something, so he wasn't sure if the fainting was induced or not, but as his consciousness left him, he swore he could still feel the icy hot and itching powder mixing going at his cock and balls while, at the same time, that brush kept teasing him, pulling away and stopping the moment his cock throbbed and his balls pulled up to orgasm for the thousandth time. At that point, passing out was nothing if not a relief.

The fox's giggling was the last thing he heard.

***

The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon. A wolf stopped his car, parking next to the array of police cars already in the area and, with a heavy grunt, he took a last sip of his morning coffee before he took a deep breath and stepped out.

Immediately his ears perked out. The sound of many voices could be heard as he made his way to the commotion that was his destination. Detective Braxton reached for his pocket to pull out his badge, which he knew he would need as he reached the mass of people gathered around in a semi-circle. The media was there, as they had reported to him, and the clicking sound of pictures and flashes never stopped. Before he could reach the bigger crowd, he felt a tug in his arm.

"Detective!" a female deer in a reporter's outfit said. When he looked at them, the camera was already pointing at his face. "Can you give us any comment on this bizarre occurrence? What is this?"

The wolf growled at the reporter and pulled away. He looked at the camera with a very displeased expression.

"No. Comments. Yet," the detective said, dryly. The reporter wanted to insist, but before she could, Detective Braxton pulled away with impatience. He shoved his way past the crowd until he reached the police line with the handful of officers making sure people, civilians and media alike, stayed back. The urges to disperse were useless. Everyone wanted to see the scene and, as soon as the detective laid eyes upon it, he realized why. The detective looked away with a grunt as he flashed his badge at the officer around the perimiter.

"Detective!" one of the officers said, rushing out to him as he made it past the police line. "Thank goodness you're here! Look at this mess!" He was an otter, much shorter than the wolf, but the detective was had seen him before. The wolf nodded, a constant low growl coming from his throat as he studied the scene.

It was obscene, to say the least. The crowd was gathered against the plain wall of a building, a simple clothing store that hadn't even opened yet from what the wolf had seen, but the wall wasn't the main attraction. It was what, or rather, who, was pinned to it that was.

A wolf, plain gray fur and seemingly in his twenties, was taped against the wall. His arms were held against it alongside his legs, both eagle-spread to leave his torso exposed. His head was leaning to the side as he was obviously unconscious, and the worst part...

The detective had to look away for a moment. The clicking of photos and flashes made him growl even more. What a mess... This would be all over every newspaper, website and newscast before lunch time.

The wolf stuck to the wall was not only stuck up there, but he was also... erect. His canine-shaped member stood fully erect in front of him. It throbbed, even, despite his lack of consciousness. Not only that, but for some reason the whole of the wolf's erection, as well as his testicles and nipples had been painted blue. Splotches of paint had been made on the wall behind the wolf as well as if it was all part of a bizarre work of art of some sort.

On his chest, however, written in red, were the crudely written words: 'Wolves r 2 horny'.

The wolf sighed. Three officers on ladders were working on carefully removing the wolf from the wall while an ambulance was already there to take him away. The detective wasn't too worried, though. He had, after all, seen that before.

"He's alive and well like the others, I presume?" he asked the otter, who nodded.

"From the initial check-up, yes."

"And he's erect because of the drugs, like the others as well?"

The otter blushed softly at that. "We presume so, yes, but the medical report will reveal just how much he's been given this time."

"And the media?" the detective asked with a growl.

To that, the otters' ears fell back. "No idea. They were already here when the first responding officer arrived. I think that this time, whoever called 911 decided to call reporters as well or something. We couldn't hide it in time..."

The detective grunted in distaste. As he looked up to the wolf, he folded his arms. "This is the third one in two months. Always wolves and always like this. This is getting dire, and now the media is going to turn this case into a real fucking circus."

The otter said nothing in response. He didn't have to. The wolf grunted again. This was no longer a small case. The chief couldn't discard these as isolated incidents anymore. Now the case would grow and bigger measures would have to be taken to solve it.

He had a long day ahead of him, but whoever was the psycho doing these things and thinking it was funny...

He growled just thinking about it.

Oh, but he would catch them.