FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Shouldn't we have done this in Locktober?"

Joel scowled at his brother. Elijah had been unconvinced of the idea that time. To hear him argue it now annoyed the caracal. His twin, despite being the more outgoing of the two, was slow to adopt new ideas or fun little activities.

Even in college, where they finally had privacy from their folks, Joel found it a struggle to get him invested. It was nothing short of a miracle he got his brother involved now. Though that might be because Elijah had some exhibitionism in him. "We can still ride the hype train." Joel said, snapping the chastity cage over his tiny cock. He ordered two extra small pink cages. The caracal considered getting flatheads, but figured Elijah would back out upon seeing them. The pressure from the tiny pink metal nubs was good enough. "Let's just take the pictures and you let me worry about getting them online. With any luck, we could start an Onlyfurs."

"As if you care about money." Elijah snickered. After snapping his own cage on, the caracal shivered and said, "Wow...these are tight. Feels like something's hanging down and pushing against me at the same time." He jiggled his privates with his hand, "Makes my balls stand out more."

Joel smiled and mirrored his brother's action, "Hot, right? Maybe we could try some CBT later?"

"Cognitive behavior therapy?" Joel answered his brother's question with a furrowed brow. "Oh...cock and ball torture. Right, sorry. I saw the term in class so I just assumed."

Joel took a deep breath, exhaled and relaxed. It didn't matter. He took one last look at his brother before reaching for his phone. Twins since birth, the two had opted to keep themselves looking similar rather than try to stand apart. Both let their headfur grow out past their shoulders and dyed it pink, pushing them from androgynous to femme to onlookers who passed them by. Both had earrings studded down each ear, having held hands throughout the entire process. And now, both shared a tiny chastity cage, just pink enough to match their headfur and eyes.

"Oh!" Elijah grabbed a pair of facemasks from the drawer, "I got us these for the photoshoot."

Joel frowned but still took it. "Um...why?" He asked, testing the elastic strength with his fingers.

"Well, we gotta hide our identities a little, right? You don't want people just walking up to us on the street."

Joel pointed to their headfur and pierced earrings. "Seriously? You think a mask will hide these?" He asked.

Elijah didn't back down. "Look, let's just wear it for our first photoshoot, alright? If it goes well, we can get a face reveal or something, I don't know." Rolling his eyes, Joel conceded and strapped the mask over his face. "See, perfect." Elijah did the same, "Leaves more to the imagination, right?"

Strangely, it did. Taking their selfie stick, the caracals hooked arms and bumped their hips to one another, giving a clear view of their naked and caged forms. "Raise your arms." Was said often, as was giggling from Joel's brother about the noise their cages made whenever they clicked.

"Maybe you should sit on my lap for one?" Elijah spread his legs out and patted his thigh. Joel crawled over his brother, nestling their chests together as their heads nuzzled one another. The timer of the camera clicked, but he stayed for a moment to feel his twin's warmth. Elijah wrapped his arms around Joel's waist and pulled him closer. "Maybe you should kiss my cage?" He teased, "They might like one of us being more dominant."

Joel's heart slammed against his cage. He forced a laugh. "Nah." The caracal pushed back, "Dominant femboys are too niche. We wanna hit a wide market."

"Of course." Elijah frowned despite his agreement. "How silly of me."

They took hundreds of pictures as the hours closed. Butt shots, raised legs, puffed chests, and even single shots that Elijah wanted to try. Joel's cage felt wonderfully tight by the time his brother called it quits. "I gotta head to class." The caracal pointed to the clock, nearing three already. "Where're the keys?" Joel motioned his head to his brother's desk. He popped over to his own desk and started to pull pictures from the cloud. "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

"Nope." Joel scrolled through the new additions. "I don't have class today, remember?"

Elijah jabbed the tiny key into his cage lock and twisted. The device head practically popped off his petite cock. "Right, Tuesdays and Thursdays are empty. Try not to go too crazy jacking off while I'm away."

Joel rolled his eyes, "That was one time, bro." There were several, but Elijah only caught him once. "Besides, I'm still caged."

"Right." Elijah scoffed, "And your key is across the room. Don't act like you have any sense of self-control." Joel responded with a brotherly middle finger as Elijah got dressed. "So, got any favorites to pick?"

"I gotta sort through these. I'll give you a list when you get back before I do my edits."

"Edits?"

Joel sighed, "Dude, every model has, like, filters and shit."

"As if you need them." Joel's face grew pink at his brother's compliment, then he scowled and remembered it was a self-compliment. The downside of being twins, every physical praise was meant for the both of them. Elijah ruffled his brother's headfur on his way out, "Just remember to drink plenty of water when you inevitably decide to pound it. Can't have you get dehydrated."

"Eat me."

"Maybe later. Toodles."

Once the door closed and Elijah was definitely gone, Joel slouched back against his chair and exhaled like a deflated tire. He reached for his cage, as if his hand could alleviate the pressure building up. The firm snugness felt like a warm hug despite the cold metal clamped over his cock. He both did and did not want it off, balancing between the euphoria of desire and the hunger to climax.

Fingertips braced and rubbed against the little urethral hole, where just the slightest hint of his cock could poke out. Sensitive and yearning, like a self-made clitty. Joel had heard the penis and clit were remarkably similar somewhere. He leaned back, lazily toying with his tip as he scrolled through image after image.

Despite his brother's reluctance, Elijah looked ecstatic in the pictures. Even with the mask on, Joel noticed the twin caracal's smirk with every pose. At the image of their cages rubbing together, he closed his eyes and imagined the other brother doing just that. The warm weight pressed against him while metal clacked and scraped. Elijah would grab his chin and squeeze just enough to purse his lips.

"Fuck." Joel kicked off from his desk. The caracal rolled his chair across the room and reached for the key. Just one session of jacking off, then he could focus on the actual pictures for edits.

The key didn't fit.

Joel blinked and tried again. It wouldn't budge. Figuring his hands were shaking, the caracal took a deep breath and tried a third time. It would not enter. "The fuck?" The key's edge scratched against the lockhole with every attempt as panic set in. Did they give him a faulty key? No, the key had to work. Why would a chastity cage company send a key that didn't work? They'd get too many complaints. Maybe even sued!

He grabbed Elijah's key. His cage was the same, and he got it off. Stood to reason the key would work. It did not. Now in the full throes of panic, Joel relentlessly pushed the key into his lock as if it'd mold with enough force. When that didn't work, he tried his original key on Elijah's lock to test a theory.

It fit perfectly. The key wasn't the issue.

To get a better angle, Joel hopped over to his bed and curled up. If his dick was bigger, monstrous even, the cat would have been able to suck himself off thanks to all the yoga he did. While his body failed him in that respect, it did allow him a clear view of the lock for any sort of damages or fillings. He found none. The fact that he was able to lock it in the first place should have been clue enough alone.

Joel spent an hour trying the keys until he gave in. It was no use. Somehow, he'd become trapped in his pink metal prison. One that felt tighter now despite all evidence to the contrary. Maybe he could look up a youtube video? He popped out of bed determined but stopped as he hit the search bar.

He had no control. The thought hit him as he saw his faded reflection across the computer screen. How he panted and blushed, the desperate look in his eyes. Every other attempt at chastity failed because he could take it off at a moment's notice. But now he couldn't, at least not without an instruction guide and lockpicks. Who's to say he'd have the dexterity for lockpicks though? He might just be locked in for a good while, until desperate to hire an actual locksmith. They had to be expensive too, and most of his balance was spent on buying the cages.

"I can save up for a locksmith." He said to himself. It gave him a goal. Almost like having an actual keyholder set out a task for him to hit. The thought of such a command made his chest warm and heart beat echo across his ears. He plopped back onto his bed and started to toy with his cage again, rubbing the tip of his finger against that urethral slit. Just like a girl would.

Then Elijah came back, and Joel found himself curled underneath the covers immediately. "How goes those photos...are you sleeping?" Elijah asked.

"Was." Joel lied. "And I'd like to go back to it." The caracal didn't want his brother to see he still had the cage on. Elijah would no doubt try to find a way to prop it off. Joel didn't have it in him to explain why he didn't want that. That, and the fact that his underwear was off the bed, made his situation all the more excitable.

"Oh. Well, ok. My classes are done but I'm gonna need to spend some time in the library. Turns out there's a project I've been ignoring the past week. See ya around dinner?"

Joel raised his thumb. "Sweet. Later bro." Alone again, Joel crawled out of his covers, pulled up his underwear, and slipped his hand past the elastic waistband as he parsed through the pictures again.

How much would a locksmith cost anyway?

***

For three days he stayed locked. Three agonizing days and two restless nights where everything seemed heightened. The first night he learned that, unfortunately, his dick was supposed to prop up multiple times a night. Since it couldn't, the caracal found himself waking up several times with a dull yet warm ache between his legs.

His mind started to play tricks on him. Everything set off his little buddy; Sleeveless shirts worn by jocks that exposed their biceps. Suspiciously curvaceous trees. His own brother's choice of gymwear which just so happened to be pink booty shorts with their color name plastered across the back and a stomach-exposing tank top.

"I don't think your shorts fit, bro." Elijah pointed to Joel's own baggy black shorts that reached around to his knees. Joel didn't disagree, he had to pull the strings tight and tie them to keep the waistband from falling off. But if he wore anything smaller, the cage would be more obvious.

The cage, ironically, made Joel look like he packed more than he had. Add on the extra pressure, and his usual skinny jeans weren't an option for regular wear. The cat walked around campus in sweatpants and a hoodie as though he'd given up on life.

He almost didn't go to the gym. The smell, the look of all the iron being pumped, and his unsure nature of if he could even run in the cage were all concerns diced into the mixing pot of his chastity hell. Elijah wouldn't buy any excuses. "You've been in the dorm all the time. It's not healthy."

"Since when did you care about health?"

A quick glance from his brother to some of the more attractive gym goers told Joel that it wasn't about health. The damn cage made it all harder to enjoy. That, and the peculiar feeling Joel had that he and his brother were being watched.

It started with their stretches. Waist rotations, back stretches, calf raises, etc. Nothing complicated. Yet Joel noticed stares coming their way from the corner of his eye. A skill he'd picked up in his youth. Twins always turned heads. These were not glances of fleeting curiosity however, made all the more clear by how much attention their butts got when they bent over.

"Encourage it." His inner voice whispered. "Put on a show." Joel, whether from days without release or just being a pervert, heeded its suggestion. The caracal swayed his hips as he walked, and folded his baggy gym shorts into a makeshift pair of hotpants before they did yoga. More eyes watched them, with several remaining on him especially when they started lifting weights.

After two hours of exercise, the twins were caked with sweat. "I'm gonna call it quits for now." Joel said, surprised to see his brother still pumped for another set. "See you in the locker rooms?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

Each step to the locker rooms felt like walking through a forest at night. He felt the glance of predators but couldn't tell who or where they came from. Nor did he fear it, at least not enough to run. The adrenaline coursing through him was more an euphoric high than anything else.

Like all gym locker rooms, this one had a smell to it that the caracal tried to block out. The heavy body odor of long workouts from muscled forms. All that was missing was his own rear being split open by a heavy rod of...The caracal slapped himself. "Focus." He thought.

"Something on your mind, cutie?" Joel's back shot straight. He turned around to see a large wolf standing behind him, stripped down to a jockstrap that was a size too small for him. Trying to ignore that led the caracal to stare at the wolf's popping pectorals. He chuckled. "Eyes are up here." Two delightful amber eyes caught his gaze.

"Uh...uh..." Joel's tongue twisted on itself.

"What's wrong, kitty?" The wolf rested his leg against the bench like Captain Morgan, "Caught your own tongue? Or did I catch it?"

Joel laughed. He didn't know why he laughed, but he did and found himself backing off out of embarrassment. Right into the belly of a boar. "Damn, Gabe. He really is cuter in person, ain't he?"

In person? Joel looked up to the boar and immediately imagined those powerful arms holding him in place at all hours of the night. His knees turned to jelly but he remained standing. "C-Can I help you two?" Did it get hotter all of a sudden? Joel tugged at his shirt collar as if that could cool him off.

"I think you can, kitty." The heavy hands of the boar gently held Joel's shoulders. "See, you caught Gabe's attention earlier. You and your brother. He swore to me that you both look like a couple of cute little traps he shared with me online. At first I thought he was kidding. After all, I was certain that pink headfur was a wig." He sniffed it deeply. "Smells natural to me."

"Y-Yep." Joel sounded more hot and bothered than terrified. "All natural. Well it's dyed but-"

"So you just really put up pictures of yourself online like that?" Gabe, the wolf asked. Joel nodded. Gabe shook his head. "Kids today. Though were we ever better, Todd?"

"No, I don't think so." The boar grinned, "But we learned from our 'mistakes' as it were. Still, this could be someone totally different."

"A lookalike one might say." Gabe added.

"And we'd be harassing them for no reason."

"Beyond suspicion." They both smiled. Gabe eyed Joel's crotch and asked. "Would you be a dear and pull your shorts down? You do need to get dressed after all."

"Yeah." Todd chuckled, "You've got that workout stench." So did they, but it intoxicated Joel. His hands slipped through his waistband and pulled it down, revealing the pink chastity cage locked underneath.

The wolf whistled and bucked. The boar laughed. "Well, guess we found out." Todd let go. "Christ, I was worried we'd get reported or some shit."

"Yeah...thought the same actually." The blush across the gray wolf's face grew more noticeable by the second. For a moment, Joel thought the two were breathing more, as if they'd been holding their breaths the entire time. "But I think our little chastity boi here likes it."

"Which makes me wonder, who's the keyholder?" The boar asked. "For you and your twin. Who's the lucky guy, or gal, that's got these little toys on their beck and call?"

"That'd be me." All three heads turned. Elijah had arrived with the confident swagger of someone watching the entire display. His twin pulled Joel from the boar and wrapped his own arm around his neck for support. "I'm his keyholder."

"You?" Gabe blinked. "Aren't you also in a cage?"

"That's only for shoots." Elijah carried a knowing smirk. "See, it was my idea. We'd get more attention if it was caged twins rather than just one. But when it's just us, this little bitch does exactly what I say." Joel bit his lip as his brother jostled the cage. "Ain't that right?"

Joel nodded. "So, that means we gotta ask your permission to use him? If he wants, anyway." One of them asked Elijah.

"Oh, he wants it alright. But yes, you do need to ask me. And," He pushed Joel to the wolf, who caught him in his fluffy chest, "I accept. Mind taking him to the shower stalls for it?"

Joel's heart raced. The wolf dragged him across the rubber flooring whilst the boor casually stripped off any remnants of clothes the caracal had left. Elijah waved him off softly with a coy little smile that told him everything he needed to know.

The concrete and tiled slabs of shower stalls had only a curtain for privacy. Joel found himself forced through one and caught the wall. "Stick your ass out." Todd snorted, kicking the caracal's legs apart. Thick hands squeezed his asscheeks. The hum of approval sent flames up the cat's spine. "Fuck, this is a nice ass."

Someone turned on the shower. Joel was shielded from the cold water thanks to the boar's heavy frame. The fat fur's tongue slipped past the caracal's lips. Only the weight of the man held him steady. The running water muffled his moans.

He broke away as the steam rose. The wolf grabbed his head while the boar slipped down to his knees. "What a fucking romantic." Gabe sneered, "Like little bitches like you need a kiss." Fingers grabbed his jaw firmly. "No, you want to be treated roughly, don't you?" Nearly melting at his touch, Joel tried to say yes. Two things stopped him. The tight grip on his maw, and the sudden warm and wet muscle bracing his backdoor. The wolf made sure his moans were muted.

The wolf's claws fell over Joel's chest. Fingertips twisted and pulled the feline's nipples. His cock squeezed in vain against its prison walls. The boar's tongue slipped past his backdoor, and, as quickly as it came, pulled out. "He's ready. Don't knot him this time."

The wolf laughed, "Ok, ok. I'll make sure you get a turn after stretching him out." They swung Joel around to face the floor. The warm and wet tip of the wolf braced against his pucker, and with no fanfare, pushed inside. His mouth hung open as they split him wide, and the boar, seeing an opportunity, grabbed Joel's hair and pushed his sack against the caracal's lips. Even under the hot water, Todd's musky scent and salty sweat overpowered Joel's senses. Not to mention the wide rod planted firmly against his face.

Something was said. Joel lost it over the running water and his own filled backside. That didn't stop him from sampling the thick rod before him. He sucked one ball at a time, drenching them in his saliva before working the shaft. The wet slap of Gabe's thrust filled his ears and drowned out all but the laughter between his two partners.

The warm and sticky feeling of Gabe's seed seeped into him. As soon as the wolf pulled out, the boar took his place. His thickness was not Joel's imagination. Each inch pressed into him, even with the help of Gabe's cum as lube, spread the caracal wide enough that he couldn't feel his legs. The boar held him close enough that they weren't needed.

"Pretty little fuckslut like you needs a collar." Todd pulled Joel's hair back as he pressed forward. "Something tight around that pretty neck. Your brother too. Fuck, if he wasn't your keyholder, I'd take ya. Both of ya. I'd kill to have two caged cuties at my beck and call."

Not a second after he grunted, Joel felt the wet tip of the wolf's member push past his lips. "Nice and clean to get it wet again. Open up." The wolf didn't give him much choice, forcing the red member down the caracal's throat.

Whenever the boar thrusted in, Joel found himself pushed down the wolf's cock. Whenever he thrusted out, Joel tasted the tip at his lips. His sack and cage swung helplessly as the gym bros rhythmically pounded him from both sides. Like some shared toy ready to be tossed when finished.

The wolf's seed filled his throat. Joel coughed it out as Gabe slipped out. "Again?" Todd teased, still fucking the caracal so hard that the boy couldn't talk. "Christ, you've got no stamina, Gabe. Might as well cage you like this bitch."

"A-As if." Joel couldn't look up to see the wolf's expression, too much hot water in the way, but he imagined those ears wilting and a blush. "He's just got a good mouth is all."

"And a good ass." Todd, grabbing both of the caracal's hands, carried and pressed him against the tiled wall. The pressure against his face paled against the firm desire swelling into the cat's cage.

"H-Harder." He winced. The boar laughed and obliged, bringing his full weight down with each thrust. He was close. Joel squeezed what he could and begged more. So much so that the boar clamped his maw shut.

It wasn't enough. The boar grunted. Joel felt him spasm inside before being filled. Then came the uncomfortable empty feeling as the boar pulled out. The cat's cage leaked but his pleasure slowly died. He hadn't even noticed the two of them leave, but the overarching shadow of the new figure caught his eye.

"Damn, you really are twins." A stallion said with a grin. Joel barely paid it mind. His attention was drawn to the schlong hanging half-erect between those muscled thighs. "You still giving?

Joel smiled softly and rolled over, spreading his loosened ass. "Yes, sir."

"That's what I like to hear."

The stallion was far from the last person to ask. A line built up behind the shower stall, packed with either people just out finished with their exercise, or wanting a new kind of workout. Big dicks, small dicks, soft fucks, and rough, Joel felt it all and his juices were washed away by the rinsing showers. The fog of steam hid faces, creating an anonymous allure.

Elijah, now dressed in street clothes, turned the water off. "For someone who's been the center of a fuckalong conga line, you look remarkably clean." The caracal crouched down, his crotch over his brother's drenched head. "So, you have fun?"

Joel nodded.

"Would you believe me if I said I planned this?" Elijah asked. Joel blinked in confusion, earning a grin back. "What? You think I didn't notice you trying to hide that cage? You're not that subtle." The caracal pulled out a necklace from underneath his shirt. In the middle, a small key hung freely. He put it away just as quickly and helped the wet cat up. "Come on, let's get you dry."

Joel smiled, mouthing 'Yes Sir' as his brother helped him up.