The Pleasure Chair
"What's the matter? You look surprised."
The fox looked around the room astonished. "It isn't like I'd expected," he said, looking at the minimal and modern yet warm and organic furniture that gave this small, windowless chamber a slightly Asian feel.
"Well, what did you expect, Frankenstein's lab?" the vixen hostess laughed softly. "Clients pay good money to come here and experience intense pleasures, not to be strapped into a chair and wait for surgery."
"Yeah, that's the thing," the fox replied, running his hand along the soft red padded recliner in the center of the room. "Why do you need straps on this thing to begin with?"
"You have to understand, the NeuroStim process can cause some very... interesting side effects. The most common are convulsions, confusion, and tachycardia. If we don't strap you down, you will injure yourself. That's a fact."
The fox nodded. "But it's safe for a healthy tod, right?"
The vixen smiled, striding daintily over to him in her tight dress. "Unless you lied on the health questionnaire, you should be fine. So, are you ready then?"
The fox nodded and began to unbutton his shirt. "Ready as I'll ever be."
He began to undress, the vixen gathering up his clothes and setting them aside. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to add our laundry service to this package? For only $25.50 more we'll have your clothes cleaned, dried, and pressed to perfection when you're done."
The fox scratched his chin as he took a seat in the chair. "Hmm... Well, I'm not the one paying for it, you see..."
"Let me guess, birthday gift from your friends?" the vixen smiled.
"How'd you know?"
"You're eighteen and you're here. That's all I needed to know," she said, her tail swaying with amusement. "Anyhow, I'll set these clothes on the table for you, folded nice and neat."
He turned to see her laying his clothes out neatly for him, pressing the wrinkles out ever so carefully with her paws. "Now, let's get started," she said.
She began with his ankles, pulling the thick nylon straps so that they held him firmly but comfortably. She moved up to his thighs, his belly and chest, then finally to his arms.
"Everything comfortable? If you feel any sort of tingling or discomfort, I need to know now," she said.
"No, everything's just fine," the fox replied.
"There is a small safety alarm button near your left paw, give it a test just so you know how it works," the vixen said.
The fox turned his wrist slightly and found the button, pressing it. Immediately a loud, harsh beep filled the room.
The vixen flipped a switch under the chair and the beeping stopped. "Sorry for that. The emergency system test is mandatory. Safety is our number one concern."
"That's good," said the fox, swallowing hard.
"Alright, now, because of the danger of biting or swallowing your tongue, I'm going to have to muzzle you too. I just thought I'd warn you, some clients find this part a bit unsettling," the vixen said.
"If it's really necessary," the fox said, his ears folding back at the thought.
"Trust me, you'll need it," she said, pulling the leather muzzle from a compartment under the chair. "This also has a blindfold build into it for sensory deprivation. Optical stimulation can be a bit of a distraction, even with deep neural stimulation."
She slipped the soft, padded leather muzzle over his head, adjusting it so that only his nose and ears came through. He could now only hear her as she reached into the drawer under the chair for something else.
"The last of it before we add the head piece. Just a couple of conventional foam ear plugs, nothing to be afraid of."
The fox felt two large cones of foam being pushed into his ears, the soft crunch of the foam expanding to fill his ear canal the last thing he could hear clearly.
That was when he felt something being placed on his cranium, attached at four points to the muzzle. It seemed odd that they'd control his bits from up there, and the fox expected to feel a sensation running from his head to his spine before he felt anything between his legs.
For a moment, there was no activity. With his ability to hear cut in half by the dense foam, he could scarcely hear the footsteps of the vixen as she left the room, then found himself in complete darkness and silence.
He didn't feel anything, and for three whole minutes he sat there, trying to relax, repeating to himself that this was all for pleasure and that he would enjoy it. The restraints didn't bite or chafe, and the chair was soft and warm, but his tense muscles made his position intensely uncomfortable.
Being bound this way, at the mercy of whatever unseen creature controlled the head piece, was intensely terrifying, and for a moment he thought of pressing the alarm button while he still had a chance.
Suddenly, he felt tingling, but not where he'd expected it.
Every nerve of his reproductive system, from the sensitive flesh of his fast-swelling member, to the tight ball of his prostate, seemed to light up at once. It was gentle at first, pleasant, and extremely satisfying, but it began to grow in intensity until his loins felt like they were being jolted by electricity.
He felt his knot begin to swell, and let out a grunt when he felt a pair of gloved hands push his sheath clear of the growing bulge. The touch of those hands was like a cross between being tickled by a feather and being hit with a riding crop!
The hands never touched him again. He was left there in the chair, the sensation in his organs growing more and more intense.
He felt a flash of intense pleasure and felt his groin fur go damp as a massive, unnatural amount of precum began pouring out of his throbbing tip. He instinctively strained at his bonds, his tail- the only free limb on his body- curling reflexively between his legs, then relaxing again.
The sensation eased off for just a moment, and he was left panting, his fur damp with sweat and pre. Was that it? Just a little prostatic fluid and a lot of tingling?
As if to answer his question, the tingling came back with a vengeance, this time growing in intensity much faster than before, until he felt his balls tighten and release their first load.
He felt a torrent of seed spurt forth into the air with frightening force, and a split second later felt the long, sticky streamers land on his thighs and belly.
The scent of his own semen and the intense sensation only drove the fox on. A second release followed closely on the heels of the first, the load just as full and thick as before. He actually felt his cock jump as his muscles contracted wildly within him, forcing his load out in all directions.
This happened four or five times, each successive load becoming weaker and thinner as his balls emptied themselves.
The sensations suddenly began to die down, and the fox thought for a moment that the ride was well and truly over. He had never experienced anything half this intense before; his friends had already gotten what they paid for!
But as he lay there, still strapped, muzzled, and blindfolded, nobody came to unstrap him. He was just about to reach for the alarm when the sensations came back, this time even more intense than before.
This time, the sensations raced down every inch of him, focused in his cock and balls and radiating out until every hair on his body stood on end. They grew more and more intense until the fox began seeing bright colors, shapes, and stars flicker before his eyes.
He was vaguely aware of his body straining furiously at his bonds, his tail lashing about wildly, his head thrashing back and forth, drool running down his chin. It was like being strapped to a rocket hurtling across the galaxy at warp ten, or becoming a beam of light and blasting through solid objects.
His thoughts became vague, euphoric, and dreamlike as the tingling and the stars before his eyes reached their crescendo, turning a solid, bright white. He thought he heard a voice chanting a single word, over and over across the void he sped through: Nirvana. Nirvana. Nirvana...
The bright light began to fade, and the fox became aware that the head piece, muzzle, and blindfold had been removed.
As his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room again, he saw the vixen hostess removing the straps from his body.
"I... I... Fuck, what a mess!" he said as he looked down at himself. His cock lay twitching, semi-erect and out of its sheath, in a sea of matted, soaked, and sticky fur.
The sides of the chair, and even the floor on both sides of the chair were spotted with small, pearly-white puddles, and the air was thick with the sharp, musky scent of a male fox.
"Impressive, isn't it?" said the vixen with a smile as she unstrapped his forepaws. Her nose seemed to twitch ever so slightly as she leaned over him, clearly registering his scent.
The fox blushed slightly at the thought as he rubbed his sore wrists, suddenly aware of the sting of mild friction burns across his body.
"Don't worry, the soreness is normal, you should be fine by this time tomorrow," the vixen explained as she removed the last of the straps. "There now, we've got a nice hot shower for you, right this way."
The fox sat up and tried to stand, but staggered back and leaned on the chair as he felt a wave of dizziness and his knees nearly gave out from under him.
"Another side effect, it usually goes away within a few minutes," the vixen said softly.
"I'll be okay," the fox said, getting to his feet and walking to the shower.
"I need to go and see to the next client. We'll have our maid in here to clean up the chair and floor, don't worry, she's seen plenty of naked tods before. Are you okay to show yourself out after your shower?"
"Yeah, I think so," the fox replied as he opened the door of the tiled room.
"Thank you for choosing NeuroStim Pleasure Chairs! Be sure to tell your friends about us," said the vixen with a wave as she left the room.
"That I will," said the fox, grinning broadly as he stepped into the shower, his tail high and a pronounced spring in his step.