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"Fourteen, present for inspection."

At the sound of his number, the fox finished chopping the celery he was neatly dicing, rinsed his hands quickly, and stepped around the kitchen island to stand before the two other men in the room. In the bright white kitchen, he was a shocking splash of color: fiery orange fur cascaded down the back of his neck in a thick mane, and his arms and legs were covered in rainbow-pattern warmers. Besides the covering on his arms and legs, the only clothes he wore were a metal collar etched with circuitry and a chrome chastity device that gleamed at his hips.

Sitting at the table were a tiger, the fox's owner, and a cougar, who was staring at the fox with interest. The tiger set down his tea and gestured from the cougar to the fox, inviting him to take a closer look.

The cougar stood and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, to distract himself from the slight arousal he felt looking at the fox and the adjustment he really wanted to do at his hips. He paced around the vulpine and leaned in close, looking over the fox's finely tended pelt and noting the lack of reaction. He waved his hands in front of the fox's muzzle. That prompted the fox to lift his muzzle and stare inquiringly up. "Yes, sir?"

"Nothing," the cougar said, with mild surprise. "Just checking in."

"Yes, sir." The fox's muzzle tipped back down and he resumed staring at a point on the floor.

The tiger chuckled. "He won't respond unless you call his number or motion for his attention. He won't even recognize you as an animate object. You could confess the most confidential state secrets in front of him and he would not even form memories of the words you said."

"Really?" the cougar flicked an ear to the tiger but heard no burst of laughter. "You mean it, don't you?"

"I could show you the brain scans, if it seems too impossible."

The cougar waved a hand. "No, that's fine. I believe you. It wouldn't be the first impossible thing I've seen from you." He pointed a claw to the fox's metal collar. "Is this causing the effect?"

"It's helping to maintain it. The effect was initially instilled by several weeks of intensive brainwashing."

The cougar nodded thoughtfully and then bent down to get a closer look at the shining chastity cage locking the fox's cock away. "That looks... permanent."

"Oh no. Long-term wear certainly, but not permanent. I designed it to support hygienic cleaning underneath and I have it removed once every six months for my slave's biannual physical."

"Only every six months?"

The tiger showed a toothy grin. "Why not ask him about it?"

The cougar considered and ran a finger slowly over the metal cage. It wasn't just a simple tube, it had texturing, a knot at the base and a tapered tip in facsimile of the cock hidden underneath. If the fox noticed his caress, he didn't show it.

"Fourteen," the cougar began and stalled there as the fox seemed to wake. The cage throbbed suddenly under his caress and the fox let out a stifled groan. "Are you enjoying that?"

"Very much, sir," the fox said respectfully. He tried to keep his squirming to a minimum and let the cougar play with him as he desired.

The cougar felt down to the tip of the cage where a little slit was cut into the metal. He brushed a finger over it and then, having gotten a muted moan of approval from the fox, extended a claw ever so gently into the slit to brush it against the fox's cock directly. That got a full-body shiver. "How long have you been wearing this cage?"

"Since I entered Master's service." The fox screwed up his face as he calculated. "That's nearly three and a half years ago."

"And you've worn it that entire time?"

"Yes, sir."

The cougar glanced back to the tiger for a moment. "Even during your physicals?"

"Yes, sir," the fox said with no hint of recognition that his memories had been meddled with.

"So no erections in over three years?"

The fox giggled gently. "Only Masters have cocks. Slaves have cages," he explained patiently.

"And no orgasms either?"

The fox laughed a little louder. "I see why Master likes you. You're funny. Why would a slave need to orgasm?"

"Thank you, fourteen," the tiger said with finality and the fox's attention drifted into empty space. "Well?"

The cougar sat back at the table once more, muzzle propped up in his hands. "It's impressive. But I can't figure out something."

The tiger sipped his tea and motioned for the cougar to continue with the barest flick of his tail.

"Well, you have trained his mind exceptionally well, but you haven't made any biological changes. He still has needs, at least if he wants to be in peak physical condition, which he does seem to be."

"You mean that it isn't healthy to keep someone without orgasm for years."

"Exactly."

"I ensure my slaves are regularly milked. Would you like to see?"

The cougar bobbed his head automatically.

"Fourteen, why don't you make a cappuccino for our guest. Also, fourteen, activate milking protocol zero-zero-three."

The fox smiled and stood at attention at the first command, but gave no outward sign of having heard the second. The only change that occurred was that a single light on the fox's collar had switched color. It had turned bright white and had begun to pulse. The fox, oblivious, turned, showing off a collection of jewelry woven into his mane. He pranced over to the counter and turned on the expensive-looking espresso machine.

The cougar shot his companion a suspicious glance. "What's this milking protocol?"

"Wait and see, my friend. Wait and see."

The fox collected the necessary ingredients. A jug of milk hit the counter with a thud and there was a whirring in the air as the grinder worked on the beans. But as the cougar watched, he noticed something odd about the fox's actions. He had always seemed so smooth and refined in his motions, but now there were little shudders, little tremors. His hand quivered as he poured out the milk, and there was a soft sound in his throat, like the kind someone made while stretching after a long night's sleep. But then it was gone and the fox was as steady as ever.

But a few moments later, there it was again, a shiver that wound down the fox's tail and another barely audible sigh of contentment. A few minutes later another one, this time in a flicker of ears and a roll of the neck.

A-ha! The light on the collar. It was pulsing slowly. Every time it did, that was when the fox trembled.

"An automated pleasure system?" the cougar whispered.

"With no conscious awareness."

By the time the fox had slotted the portafilter into the espresso machine, his hips were grinding into the air, and when he turned away for a moment, there was a bead of clear pre at the tip of the chastity device. Still, he continued prepping the drink, with only a bite of his lip the only sign of his enjoyment.

Things only escalated from there. As the fox frothed the milk, his hips started to move lewdly, and the bead of pre had turned into a steady drip, drooling down onto the floor. The cage twitched and throbbed as his cock strained for freedom. His muzzle hung open, tongue lolling out. And every other breath held a high-pitched whine of desire. The light on his collar was pulsating faster and faster.

He was trembling so badly he had trouble pouring the drink. "Master," he said, "can you schedule another physical soon? I'm having another light-headed moment."

The tiger shook a hand. "The doctor said there was nothing to worry about. It will pass in a minute."

"Yes, Master." The fox took a deep breath and steadied himself as he poured, but his hips were constantly moving, swaying, shaking, grinding into nothingness as more and more pre drained from his cocktip.

He set the finished drink on a tray and made his way around the island back to the two felines, walking in very deliberate steps to counteract his own unsteady hips. He set the tray on the table and reached out to hand the drink to the cougar, which was the exact moment when his orgasm hit. His eyes rolled in his head. His hips jerked in mid-air. His cage twitched and seed shot out from the tip with incredible force, thick white globs of foxcum landing at the cougar's feet and on his shoes. He barely managed to hold the drink steady. "I'm so sorry, sir. I don't know what came over me."

"No matter, no matter," the cougar said as he took the drink, his whole attention still fixated on the fox.

"Fourteen, you spilled some of the milk. Clean it up." The tiger pointed a claw down to the cougar's shoes and the fox squeaked in dismay at his actions.

Immediately the fox flattened himself on the ground and set about cleaning the shiny black shoes with his tongue.

"Well, what do you think?" the tiger asked with a satisfied smile.

"I think..." The cougar took a moment to adjust his own trapped shaft which was bulging uncomfortably against his pants. "I think that I need to send some of my slaves to you for training."

The fox, having completed his quick cleaning, knelt up and looked to the tiger. "Master, we should order fresh milk. This has gone sour."