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"Corey, what the fuck?"

Frank's face under his fur was beetroot red with range and embarrassment as he yelled into his phone. Corey's voice came back as smooth and calm as honey.

"Hey, big bro, what's up?"

At 19 years of age, Corey was three years younger than Frank, just finishing school, he lived on the other side of the city with their parents.

"You know exactly what's up you little shit, when I gave you a key to my apartment it was so you could have some privacy from mum and dad, not so you could fucking steal from me."

"Woah, who woah, steady on, who said anything about stealing?"

"You took something from me, it's a... white tube thing, about the size of a big thermos flask, kind of looks like a..."

"... fleshlight?"

He was enjoying this way too much.

"It's my property and I want it back, right now."

"Oh, come on bro, you have heaps of toys, what's the harm in sharing?"

"I... you have no right to it. It's mine, you give it back right now."

Frank could hear Corey fidgeting with something on his end.

"Don't you dare open..."

Frank felt the now familiar brisk sensation of the lid being taken off the top of the toy, exposing a portal to his own nether regions to the cold night air in his brother's room all the way across town. Part of him wondered how far away the toy could be and still maintain the connection.

"Woah, dude, this must be expensive as hell, it's a whole pocket vixen in here."

Frank's throat constricted with fear and rage "It's NOT A VIXEN!"

"Oh yeah, yeah, I know, you're gay and all that, no judgement from me, but the way I see it, to me, it's a vixen, right? It's all about the fantasy, after all."

"Corey, please, you shouldn't have that, it's very expensive, I need it back."

Corey ran a thumb over the soft downy fur on one ass cheek and Frank stiffened.

"I've never used one of these before."

"Stop! Stop touching m... it!"

"Jeez, you really need to work on your attachment, it's unhealthy to have such an emotional attachment to physical possessions."

Corey ran a finger exploratively over the sensitive pucker.

"Co...cory" Frank's voice broke "I beg you, please, I have money, I'll give you anything."

"Ok, ok, fine, I am just joshing with you, I'll give it back of course, I'm not a thief."

"Oh, Corey thank you, you have no idea, you're my favourite brother."

Corey chuckled "only brother."

"I'll come over and pick it up right away."

"Nah, look, I'll bring it to you in the morning, don't worry about it."

"Corey..."

"Whaat?"

"Don't do it Corey, I'm serious."

"I'm not going to do anything, you're getting paranoid in your old age." The paw at Frank's butt caressed him playfully, greedily.

Frank's mind buzzed a million miles an hour. Images of Corey fucking him unknowingly that night. The guilt, the shame.

"OK, Corey, I'm going to level with you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

The paw at his ass cheek stopped moving "go on"

"That... thing.. you have your paw on, that's not just a toy, that's my actual butt."

"You're not making any sense" Corey shot back accusatorily, but the paw at Frank's butt lifted immediately.

"It's... I guess it's a kind of new toy? A science experiment? Something like that. It's a kind of wormhole I guess, that links that device to... ugh... my butt I guess."

"A wormhole?"

"Yup"

"Specifically connected to your actual butt?"

"Yes, Corey and please that explains why it's imperative that you close it up and give it back to me immediately!"

"Oh yeah? Well if this is your butt then what am I doing now?"

...

"Corey... did you... just stick a whole pencil in my asshole?"

"Ew gross, dude this is your actual butt?"

"Corey, remove the pencil from my ass this instant."

"Ewwww and to think I touched it" Corey dry retched, and slammed the lid back down on the toy. Frank yelped and had to gingerly remove the pencil from his end.

"Corey... Corey? COREY! I need you to focus! Put the thing away somewhere out of sight. I'm coming over to pick it up tonight, OK?"

"How much?"

"How much what?"

"How much you going to pay me to not tell mum or dad?"

"Oh, come on Corey, you know that's not fair!"

"You were willing to pay me five minutes ago, I think I deserve some compensation for emotional damage... and hazard pay."

They haggled till they arrived at what Frank thought was an exorbitant price of five hundred dollars and he got on the bus for the long ride home. He was not going to wait till morning to resolve this, at least there was no risk of Corey getting any funny ideas, he was more repulsed by the situation than even Frank was.

It was therefore a huge shock when at about the stroke of midnight, Frank felt that all too familiar breeze under his tail as he sat on the bus, still 20 minutes away from home.

Frank jammed the numbers on his phone "Corey, what the fuck are you playing at?"

A drowsy fox answered the phone on the other end.

"Wha? What, you still coming over? I thought you got mum and dad to take the dirty thing off me. I still want my hazard pay you dork, or I spill the beans."

"M... mum and dad?"

"Yeah, well, dad in particular confiscated it, you know how he is about sex stuff in the house."

"Yeah, lame he's too stric... no wait a minute good. I'll speak to you later you little shit."

"Yeah, yeah, money talks."

Frank hung the phone up and considered his situation. So, dad had the toy and would probably put it away somewhere now that he knew what it was. Frank could probably go back to his apartment and deal with Corey's blackmail some other time.

Then, without warning, his evening changed forever. He felt the unmistakeable sensation of a rough canid tongue lick him all the way from under his tail through to his taint.

"D..dad... n...no." He squeaked audibly and dropped his phone on the floor of the bus.

The tongue returned, more confidently, less tentative, it lingered luxuriously on the circumference of his tail hole before plunging more deeply, coating his insides with saliva and leaving his underwear wet.

It was unambiguous, incontrovertible, Frank's dad had his ass and was determined to use it right then and there.

Frank started hyperventilating as he grabbed to pick up his phone from the ground.

He stabbed the number for his dad in and rang, heart in his throat. The tongue licked at him again, faster, more insistent, hungry.

"Pick up, pick up pick up, oh god."

He gave up and tried his mother. "Oh, come on mum please what's with you two putting your phones on silent at night?"

He checked the time: ten more minutes. It was too much time, by the time he turned up it would be too late, it would be all over. He scrolled through his recent calls.

"Ed.. Ed?"

"It's Kevin actually" the sleepy grey wolf replied a little testily.

"OK, whatever, sure, sorry. I need you to turn off the toy please."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because... because my father has it and he's about to, uhhhhhhhhhh!"

The tongue plunged deep within him, and Frank tried hard not to squirm too much on the bus seat.

"I'm sorry Frank, but the wormhole doesn't work that way, it takes vast quantities of energy to establish, but once it's established it maintains itself through zero-point energy, which is to say you can't turn it off."

"Shit"

"Is there anything else I can..."

"Bye Andy"

Frank leant forward with his paws in his hands and tried not to think about the tongue at his ass licking more and more feverishly. He knew what happened next, it was just hard to imagine how he was going to cope.

As quick as it started, the tongue stopped. Frank braced himself against the chair in front of him, trying not to think too hard about anything.

It started slowly at first, a slick, excited tip of a cock gingerly rubbed itself against his tail. Frank whimpered in frustration, his own cock rock hard at all the attention he had been receiving.

The cock at his rear entered slowly, pushing its way past his well lubricated pucker, Frank could feel every inch of his father, could tell every curve and vein as it pushed itself gently, insistently, inexorably deeper and deeper within the younger fox.

Frank grasped the chair in front of him and hoped that his father would come quickly.

But senior seemed to be taking his time, more than that, he was being very gentle, affectionate, far more so than Frank has been himself he noted. He found himself enjoying the sensations, he tried to put the image of his father out of his mind as the cock slid in and out, in and out of his tight tail hole.

Frank lay down on his back on the seat, knees in the air, and tried to imagine he was having sex with his best friend Michael. Yeah, this is how he had hoped Michael would fuck him. Nice and slow. Romantic and gentle.

Frank closed his eyes and murmured "Yes, Mike", slowing his breathing to match the rhythm of the cock. If he thought about it, this was it was almost nice, almost fun. He tried to match his breathing to the thrusts to keep himself calm.

The cock started picking up pace, plunging itself deeper and deeper within him, harder and harder. Frank let out a little moan of pleasure as his imagined friend fucked him slowly, lovingly on the bus.

"Last stop" the bus driver yelled impatiently "everybody off."

The bus stopped and Frank hobbled out, limping awkwardly at the feeling of the cock plunging itself deep within him, saliva and precum dribbling down the inside of his snow-white thigh fur.

"Please, dad"

He started running towards the house, the lights were off apart from one lone light in the shed, that's where he must be.

"Please, dad"

The cock was hard, firm, insistent, it sped up more, pounding its way deep within him, the size and angle the perfect combination to hit him directly on the prostate, his own cock pulsating in excitement and sympathy.

"Please, dad"

It was close to the end now, the thrusts more ragged, deeper, he must be using both paws to hold the toy, fucking it as though it was real. Frank supposed it was real after all.

"Please"

Frank burst through the door to the shed to gaze upon a highly unlikely scene. There was his father, stark naked in the lamp light. Trim dark red and off-white fur lit oddly by the yellow lamps in the shed. Both of his paws gripped the toy firmly as if his life depended on it, fur matted with sweat at the effort of pounding his son's ass for so long. A look of concentration and utter bliss painted on his face. He seemed lost in the moment.

"Dad!"

The older fox came, thick, hot and with a deep strong scent that reminded Frank of home and oddly made him feel comforted. Frank's dad groaned in ecstasy and with one triumphant thrust knotted his son all the way up to the balls.

Frank collapsed in a heap in front of his bewildered father, cum pumped from the older fox's shaft into the younger fox and down the back of his legs, Frank's own erection pressed painfully against the inside of his jeans as his father's knot swelled to fill him completely.

"F..Franky?"

"H... hi dad. Unf, uh, please, we need to talk."

Frank's dad, Marty, stood awkwardly for the next 15 minutes with his knot stuck inside the toy.... Inside his boy... while Frank explained the terrible ordeal.

They cried, they laughed, they embraced and once they could extract themselves from each other, they sat quietly in the kitchen with a coffee, trying not to look each other in the eyes.

"Look, it's not your fault dad, you had no idea, and besides."

"Please, I don't want to hear any more, I just want to put this whole thing behind us."

"Yeah, I agree."

"Say, how about you spend the night here in your old room and we sort all this mess out in the morning and... uh... let's not tell your mother ok?"

"Yeah, absolutely, deal"

It was midday before Frank woke up the next morning to a rap on the door.

"Rise and shine, honey, you want bacon?"

"Oh, hey mum!" Frank sat up in bed and shook the sleep from his head. For a full minute, he was a kit again, with no cares in the world, apart from homework and trying to be popular at school.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a bit. Hey, where's dad?"

"Oh, your father has a work thing to go to next week, he had to catch a flight this morning, I think he left you something."

Oh, the toy, of course, it all came rushing back to him, the evening, the fucking, the knotting, all that cum, the shame and the very, very, awkward conversation. The toy must be around here somewhere.

He went to his old desk and found a single post-it written hurriedly in his dad's angled cursive with just two words "Call me".

Frank thumbed the phone.

"Hey dad?"

"Hey, Franky, you up? What's the time there?"

"It's about 1pm here, dad, where is the thing?"

"Uh, is your mum around?"

"No, shall I get her?"

"No! No, um, can we talk a bit about last night, I have been thinking."

"Look, Dad, like I said you have nothing to be sorry about, you had no idea, it's not your fault, it's not my fault, it's maybe kind of Corey's fault but even then, no one wanted this to happen, and it won't happen again so let's just forget about it."

"Yes absolutely, you're right, absolutely right of course."

"So, dad, where's the thing?"

"Oh, I have it here with me, you know, just in case."

"You WHAT?"

"Now just think about this objectively for five seconds please son, I just want you to sit down and think a bit."

Frank was pacing the room now, his tail swishing agitatedly from side to side.

"What's there to think about? I don't understand what you mean."

"I... you know I love you very much, right?"

"Yeah of course, and I love you too."

"And your mother and I, we love each other too right, always have."

"Yes of course, you two are disgustingly cute together, I hate it."

"Yes, well, we don't get a chance to be, uh, intimate as much as we'd... as much as I'd like lately, if I am to be completely honest."

"Dad, where are you going with this?"

"I guess what I am saying is that: last night..."

Frank made a little whimpering noise at the memory.

"Last night" Marty continued in hushed tones "was probably the best sex I have had in literally 7 years."

"Yeah, dad, I get it, you need to spice things up a bit, it's gross but I understand it, I'll get you something nice for your birthday or whatever, just don't tell me...."

"No, it's not that. I've... used toys before"

"Dad, stop, I'm going to be sick."

"Look all I'm saying is I have used toys before, but this toy is different."

"Hell yeah it's different, because it's not a toy, it's my actual butt!" Frank hissed into the phone trying not to let his brother in the other room hear.

"Franky, you're not thinking straight and I understand, and of course, I won't do anything without your permission, it's your toy after all".

"No, it's my BODY, dad."

The other side of the phone grew silent and when his voice returned it was a little pleading.

"Please Frank, it would mean so much to me, I'd do anything for you, you know I would, and I don't see why this is such a big deal."

"Big deal? Big deal! It's your cock in my ass dad, how much of a big deal do you think it is?"

"Look, I'm on this conference for five days, what say we sleep on it and see how we feel in the morning, ok champ?"

And so it was that the next morning, Frank received a rather awkward text from his father which read nothing but the single word "please".

Frank groaned. He had been nursing his own morning wood for about an hour so he was pretty worked up himself.

"OK, fine, no knot though"

"Roger. Thanks, my boy."

The lid was lifted off the device and almost immediately Frank felt the quivering pre-cum slicked cock of his father enter him deeply. He could just imagine his dad panting with excitement on the other end.

No, it's not dad he told himself, it's Mike. Frank closed his eyes and grasped his own cock with his right paw as he imagined someone - anyone - other than his father fucking him furtively in the wee hours of the morning. They managed to time their orgasms at about the same time and Frank lay there leaking cum from cock and ass, exhausted, but satisfied, hoping that his dad.. no, that his fantasy partner had enjoyed it too.

"You're the best" came a quick text five minutes later.

The rest of the week followed the same routine, like clockwork around the same time in the morning, Frank's dad would unceremoniously enter him and get off as quickly and effortlessly as possible. Once it happened while Frank was still asleep, and he woke to the final thrusts and warm flow of cum. Once it started while he was brushing his teeth and he very nearly swallowed his toothbrush. Every time it happened, though, he felt more comfortable, more satisfied, more... sexy.

"Hey dad" Frank asked one evening on the last night of the business trip.

"Do you... do you suppose you could give me a call next time you.. you know?"

"Uh, I suppose so, why?"

"I dunno, I just, I kind of want to hear you talk to me, is that... is that weird?"

"I mean, yes, it's weird, but I don't think I have much of a leg to stand on when it comes to complaining about weird sex stuff. I'll call you, I promise."

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Frank lay on his back, his cock in his paw, tongue lolling out to one side.

"Oh, dad, yes"

"Yes, Franky I love you, squeeze for me my boy, yes that's it."

"Hngggg" Frank squeezed his ass as best he could and beat his cock furiously, hoping to time his orgasm in concert with his father.

"I'm close" his dad whispered, "so... close"

"Knot me daddy, please"

"Yes baby, ugh!" with a cry, Marty buried his knot into his son's soft pucker, Frank cried out with joy and excitement as he came all over himself, panting furiously.

It had been a week since the business trip ended and they had been perfecting their ritual every morning, it had become more elaborate, more loving, more sensual with every passing day.

"I wish you were here to hold me." Frank let it slip.

The words hung in the air like a curse in the haze of the post coital downer.

"We should probably, you know." Frank started.

"Yeah, I know, we should stop." Marty agreed with a sigh.

"I just want to say that, this... changes nothing about our relationship, how I feel about you, but yeah, I think if we let it go on much longer..." the sigh was drawn out and Frank felt an affectionate pat at his rear.

Frank's phone buzzed "you have 14 missed calls."

"Ugh" he picked up the phone and selected to call back. The pickup was immediate.

"Oh hey, Frank, thanks for returning my call, we really need to talk."

"Hey, Andy, er, I mean Kyle"

"Kevin"

"Yeah, sorry Kevin, I've been a little preoccupied."

"Oh yes, we can see that. Let me just say, I am super jealous of your relationship with your father. Uh, not insofar as I mean, I wouldn't want to. You know. But, yeah, I wish I could be so intimate, uh, I mean vulnerable around family, you know."

"Uh, thanks"

"Oh, and I don't judge your lifestyle choices, you know, love is love and all that, it's not that which I have to call about. It's the problem of the encounters."

"It's five per week right? Well, dad and I have been, uh, pretty much going at it non-stop so that's got to be good right?"

"Well, you're not wrong. Me and the boys had a bit of a pot going for whether you'd take the knot the whole way, and let me tell you, you won me a lot of money this morning..."

"Kevin!"

"Oh, right, the encounters, you see they have to be unique encounters, you know, like website hits? Just refreshing the page over and over again with the same browser doesn't really count."

"Refreshing the page?"

"Yeah, it's a metaphor. In this case, your butt is the page, and the browser is your father's co..."

"OK, OK, I get it, so what's that like, three encounters?"

"No, one, you have one encounter. It's been 3 weeks already so you need like, fifteen."

"Fifteen?"

"Yeah, at least, totally doable, absolutely something we can manage, I just want to work on a plan for how we can get the rate up, if you know what I mean."

"I don't think I want to do this anymore, Kevin" Frank slumped against his bed's headboard with a heavy sigh. "I don't think this programme is for me."

"Oh, that's a shame and of course we can make that happen, it's just that you'd need to reimburse the startup for the use of the toy."

"The use of the toy?"

"Yeah, well, my records show you've used the toy, let's see, wow about 25 times so far, and you know it's one of a kind so..."

"Fine, whatever, I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything at this stage, what can I do?"

"You know..." Frank got the sense that Kevin was wagging on the other side of the phone. "You know... you could come in and work with me for a little while. Work off some of the cost but also help get the encounters up."

"Yeah, sure, whatever, I just want to get this over with."

"So, tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow see you then."