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Tom awoke to delicate paws stroking his taught thick shaft. He swatted the paws away sleepily and splayed his black-tipped ears in frustration when his own paws caught nothing but air.

He rubbed at the soft empty space between his legs and cursed under his breath. Yes, that’s right, his cock wasn’t with him, it was ever so far away, being used as a toy by a rabbit named Isabelle. She “borrowed” him from her boyfriend (Mike), who himself was using Tom’s real live fox cock on loan.

What was she up to?

Morbid curiosity overwhelmed the young fox, so he thumbed his phone and opened her onlyfurs. There on his tiny phone screen, he watched her dainty brown paws caress him gently as she crooned.

“So hard, so thick, so juicy!” she giggled as she slurped at the precum that pumped out of his tip, ran down his shaft and soaked his sheath, covering her own brown paws with a shiny slickness. Tom shivered at the feeling of her tongue, his cock rewarding her with a fresh spurt of precum. She expertly suckled on him, working the red shaft free. He was so painfully hard already.

Tom squeezed a paw-full of bedsheet and bit down on the pillow as his passion mounted. His snowy white chest heaved, and his tail twitched as anticipation grew, panting and moaning as he writhed helplessly on the bed. He willed his body to cum soon so she would get bored of him and stop. He humped the bed wildly, achieving nothing since because of the relative motion of the portals, his cock remained resolutely static in her paws.

“Ooh, it’s so close, isn’t it?” she teased, poking at Tom’s balls with her claws. “Message in chat if you think I should make my new toy cum, or if we should wait for later.”

Tom fumbled for his phone to tap out a desperate “YES” but he didn’t have any credit in his onlyfurs account.

“Looks like the nays have it!” her tinny voice came through the phone, she produced a bucket of ice in water and slowly started slipping one cube at a time into his sheath. “How much ice do you think this big sheath can hold?”

Tom yelped with surprise and shock as his erection wilted, he felt the ice melting against his sensitive shaft, cold to the point of numbness. Despite himself, he counted 6 cubes of ice.

She jiggled his sheath around and waited for all the ice to melt, pouring the water out once he was all soft again.

Aww, just look at it, just like a real cock.” she crooned and nipped him on the sheath with her razor-sharp little incisors. Tom yelped, his eyes welling with tears.

“Do you think we should try cum again?”

The chat scrolled by with an equal blend of “yes” and “no”.

“OK, how about this? For every ten dollars we get in this session. We’ll get to see this big boy cum.”

His phone buzzed with a message.

“Hey, I found that rabbit from last night. You’re such a freak.” The message was from Frank, a mountain lion with a bad attitude. Tom didn’t understand why Frank seemed to hate him for no reason. Tom tolerated the lion because he knew Peter, Tom’s best friend of all time. At least he was enjoying the show.

Isabelle returned her attention to his shaft. She stuck her muzzle over his entrance and sucked a combination of pre and ice cold water out of it while she massaged his shaft and balls. “Mmmm, tasty! I think it’s ready for another round!”

It took another hour of slow teasing before Tom was back on the edge. He was so close, he just wanted this to be over. He checked her channel. So far none of her fans had donated any money at all. He was going to get the ice again, he just knew it.

Paws shaking with need, he entered his credit card information and paid her the $10 so he could get some release. Please, please just let this be over.

“Oh, thank you for that donation, this is one’s for you Tommy09!”

Tom laid on his back and tried to enjoy the sensations between his legs he had no control over. “Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHH”

He felt the tension growing, his cock and tail twitched in unison as the pressure built in his balls.

He wailed in pleasure and relief as his cock erupted like a volcano, spurting Isabelle in the face and dripping down her paws to soak into his fur. She licked her fur ravenously, rubbing the cum all over her chest and neck.

“Oh, and thank you everyone else for your generous donations. I guess I have a lot more work to do!”

Tom’s relief and pleasure gave way to shock and pain as Isabelle gripped him again and worked his cum into a lather over his rapidly softening cock.

“No, no, no, please stop! Please!” he yelped impotently at the phone, tears welling in his eyes as his over-sensitive shaft was stimulated beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

Tom had always been curious how many times he could go in one sitting, but it had always hurt too much for him to go a second time by himself. This time, he had no choice.

“This one’s for you, thirstypuss7!”

He came again, this time directly on her breasts. Slightly less cum than the first time, but still enough to leave his knees weak and knocking together. The second time was in her muzzle, the third was on her little bunny pussy, the fourth was inside it. After that he lost count and just wailed into the pillow as she tortured him mercilessly.

Two hours later, fur matted with sweat, tears streaming down his muzzle, he gave Isabelle the last pitiful squirt she required from his quivering mess of a shaft.

“Well, that’s all the donos we have for today, thank you for the generous $100 total everyone, see you again tomorrow!” She dunked his spent foxhood into the ice water bucket, and for once, he appreciated the cool water on his overheated genitals.

He lay there for an hour, panting heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. Once he regained a modicum of composure, he picked up his phone and called Mike, Isabelle’s boyfriend.

“Oh, hey, bro. I’m at work, can I call you back?”

“Actually, no,” for the first time in quite some time, Tom knew exactly what he wanted. “I need my cock back please. Today.”

“What. Why?”

“I… shouldn’t need a reason but Isabelle just literally tortured me for three hours straight and I’m sorr… no, I’m not sorry, I’m just not able to do this anymore. I didn’t sign up for this. I tried it because I care and I want to help, but this is too much.”

“Oh, Tom, I’m so sorry, I told her to be careful.”

“You told her it was my real actual cock, right?”

Awkward silence on the other end of the phone.

“Mike?”

Tom could hear the uncertainty in the older fox’s voice.

“Strictly speaking, I just told her it was an experimental prosthesis. Super lifelike, I told her it cums and pisses and everything. Told her to take care of it.”

“Oh, she took care of it alright.” Tom winced as his sensitive parts soaked in the ice-cold water. ”Look, I want to help you, I really do, but you’re just not treating me how you promised. I need… I just need my cock back, please.”

“Oh yeah, buddy, of course. Look, how about I get it back to you tonight, you look after it for a bit, and if you change your mind, we can talk? OK?”

“OK” Tom thumbed the button on his phone and collapsed back onto the bed, his blood ringing noisily in his ears.

At least he knew it was safe to pee. He sighed with satisfaction as he peed inside the ice bucket, making it just a little more comfortable, if a little bit gross. Tom lay there in his bed till later in the afternoon, feeling sorry for himself.

The doorbell rang and he heard his mum yell from downstairs. “Thomas! It’s Peter.”

“Oh shit.”

Tom scrambled out of bed, slipping on his jeans. Part of him registered how easy it was to get his pants on without his package getting in the way. He made his way downstairs as quickly as his black footpaws could go.

“Pete!” he said breathlessly. Peter was sitting patiently in the lounge, a glass of orange juice in his black and white paws. The collie shrugged self-consciously. “Your mum hasn’t changed much in 15 years” he smiled a smile that had warmed Tom’s heart for longer than he could remember.

Pete placed the orange juice on the coffee table and stood up. He stood a full head taller than Tom. Tall, strong, sexy. Tom squeezed his eyes shut, ears splayed. He was just so tired of everything today.

Pete’s brow furrowed. “I came to check in on you. I’m sorry about last night, I know Frank was a real ass to you, and I talked to him about that” his ears skewed akilter in that adorable way collies have “but I assure you, even he is worried about you. What was that last night? A fit?” Peter rested a soft paw on Tom’s shoulder as the young vupine recalled with shame how he lost his virginity so dramatically on Pete’s living room floor.

“Yeah, a fit, kinda something like that.”

Peter wrapped his arms around the slender vulpine and pulled him in close. He smelled of dirt, and dry grass. Tom whimpered despite himself. He wanted to stay in this moment forever.

The doorbell rang and Peter let out a sudden bark. He then bit his lip shyly “Sorry, it’s a cultural thing.”

Tom squeezed his best friend briefly then reluctantly stepped away to answer the door.

There was Mike standing in the dimly lit doorway, ears flat, paws behind his back.

“Oh, hey, Mike. I’m so… I mean, thank you for doing this, maybe if you give me some time, I will be OK with it, but for now. I just kind of need it back, ok?”

Mike shook his head. “No, you’re right, you don’t owe me any explanation at all, here you go. He unzipped, reached into his pants, twisted anticlockwise and proffered Tom’s junk up to him without ceremony.

Tom made a strangled noise and pushed the cock away. He looked anxiously over his shoulder in Pete’s direction.

“I thought you wanted…”

“I did! I do! It’s just. I mean, couldn’t you stick it in a box or something?”

“Didn’t come in a box.” Mike shrugged. “Look, I came a long way, I’m happy to give this back to you, but if now is not a good time, you can come pick it up from my place tomorrow or something.”

“No, this is good, I’ll take it now.” Tom gingerly grabbed himself out of Mike’s arms, nodded curtly and abruptly closed the door on the other fox with his elbows.

“Uh, what’s that?” Peter tilted his head to one side in an adorable affectation of curiosity.

Tom squealed with dismay and raced back upstairs, his junk cradled in his arms, flopping around uselessly.

He collapsed onto his bed, yelping as he accidentally crushed one of his own balls in the process.

His ears twitched at the eventual soft knock at the door.

“Tom?”

“Go away please.”

The knocking was more insistent “Tom?”

“Please, Pete, now is not a good time!”

“Tom, I wanted to talk a bit about that knotted…”

The door opened and Pete yelped as Tom wordlessly yanked the collie into his room with a “shush”.

“Please, Pete, if my brother hears about this, I will never hear the end of it.”

Peter looked over the shorter fox’s shoulder at the cock and balls resting proudly on his bed.

“Oh my GOD, I thought so!”

Tom groaned.

“You got one of them, right? One of those toys from that porno we saw, right?”

Tom whined in frustration.

“Damn, it’s so much bigger in person” Pete bounded towards Tom’s disembodied sheath and balls, giving it a sniff. Tom stiffened in more ways than one at the feel of Pete’s whiskers against his sensitive sheath. “Frank won’t stop talking about this thing, I think that cat’s obsessed. Where did you get it?” Peter queried.

“Oh, it’s not mine of course!” Tom blurted out desperately. “I’m not gay.” he lied unnecessarily.

“Oh.” Pete’s brow furrowed in genuine concern. “I’m bi myself and I have been looking everywhere for one of these!”

Tom’s heart leapt into his throat and a little voice in the back of his head wailed “tell him, tell him, TELL HIM!” He pushed the voice to one side.

“You’re… bi?”

“Yeah, I thought we talked about it? I had a boyfriend through all the first semester and everything. Don’t you remember?”

Tom’s muzzle hung open in confusion.

“You really are such a goober,” Peter ruffled Tom’s head fur. “So, whose is it? Do you know how much it costs? Where can I get one?”

“Uhhhh. Are you serious? You really... want my… it?”

Tom had spent most of his life wishing that Peter would want him, would want any part of him. Suddenly, here he was, declaring himself genuinely interested in a part of Tom’s body. And Bi no less.

But It’s not your body, is it? At least not to him. To him it’s just a sex toy. Do you really want to be a sex toy to him? the quiet voice at the back of his mind asked. Just tell him the truth. Tell him, NOW!

“May I?” Peter gestured at Tom’s cock. The shaft, extra red from this morning’s torture, peeked tentatively out of the tip.

Tom shrugged, not trusting himself to speak.

Peter grabbed the shaft gently and pulled it down, sniffing at the tip. He flicked his rough pink tongue out to lap up a bit of pre at Tom’s entrance.

Tom collapsed onto the floor with a thud and Peter dropped his cock to rush to his side.

“You OK? His deep chocolate brown eyes stared into Tom’s with concern.

“I guess” Tom managed hoarsely. “I guess you could… kinda… borrow it?” His heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to do this?

“Borrow it?” Pete asked with that adorable head tilt again.

“Yeah, you know, to see if it’s… suitable. Sort of try before you buy?” Tom added weakly. This is it, I’m going to hell.

“Oh yeah that makes sense, I bet these things are expensive.”

“L..let me get you a box” Tom hurried to dump his junk in a large box packed with newspaper so he didn’t have to think too long about the morals of this situation.

Was this OK? If Pete used Tom’s cock and they… had sex… what was that? Was that consensual? Could Peter even consent without knowing fully what was going on? Tom taped the box up and scribbled Peter’s name on it.

“Here you go, you can have this” the young vulpine proffered the box to his childhood crush. He wished the box contained his heart instead of just his cock.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t” Pete refused, pushing it away.

“Absolutely you can! Go on!” Quickly, before I change my mind.

Eventually Peter sighed and hefted the box in his paws. “OK, Tom, that’s what I love about you, you’re always giving, even when there’s nothing in it for you.” He gave Tom a hug. “How long would the trial period last?”

Forever. Tom wanted to say.

“Uh, a week!” he spluttered.

“Ok, great,” Pete flashed his familiar grin “this will help me out a lot.”, then he blinked, dipping his head to look deeply into Tom’s bright green eyes.

“But that’s enough about my problems” the collie scolded himself. “I came here to check in on you. How are you, my precious friend?”

Tom looked up at Pete, his breath caught in his throat. Their muzzles were almost touching, another couple of inches and they might even kiss.

“TELL HIM!” the voice was desperate now.

“NO!” I mean, “No, there’s nothing wrong, I.. it was just the ciders, and the heat, they didn’t agree with me. That’s all.”

Pete tilted his head one more time. “OK, lovely fox.” He gave Tom one more hug and with that he left.

Tom lay in bed, later that evening, waiting guiltily for Peter to open the box and start playing with his toy.

How could you do this to your friend?

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Tom had never been this close to anything sexual with Peter before. Surely the world owed him this. Surely, he was owed a bit of fun, after all the awkward embarrassing and sometimes downright painful things that had happened over the last few days?

No one owes you anything, especially not Peter.

As if summoned from his imagination, Tom felt Peter’s soft paws lift his junk out of the box. He stiffened immediately.

Oh no, it‘s happening it’s happening!

No, this is wrong, so wrong.

He scrambled for his phone and dialled Peter. This would upset him, but he had to do something.

A paw stroked him gently to get him hard. Given his state of mind, he rose to full mast almost immediately. The paw lingered on his knot, massaging him lovingly, possessively.

Oh my God, Pete, I love you but no, we can’t, not like this.

The phone rang a minute and Pete picked up.

“Pete, I’m sorry. It’s about that toy, you have to stop.”

“Stop? Stop what?”

“Stop playing with it. It’s… uh, defective, yeah, sorry I didn’t tell you, it’s broken but…”

Tom felt lube squirt over his turgid length, shaky excited paws rubbed the lube all over him, paying close attention to his knot. The paws squeezed it lovingly.

“Pete, I’m serious, you have to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Playing with that toy.”

“Thomas dear.” Pete started in a rather stern voice. “I have not and will not be playing with that toy. I don’t really enjoy toys myself. I got it for my ex. He’s absolutely obsessed with knots, he won’t stop bugging me for sex and quite frankly, I’m sick of it. I kind of wanted to buy him one as a birthday present.”

“Your… ex?” Tom asked slowly, as he felt the tip of his shaft pressed up against a tight tail hole, a paw squeezed him firmly in place.

“Yeah, Frank, remember? He was so awful to you the first semester of Uni because he was jealous. Can you think of anything more ridiculous? I mean, he’s a good guy, just insecure and if I’m honest just a bit too obsessed with canine anatomy.”

“Oh my god no! Not Frank!” Tom could feel the cat leaning hard onto his shaft, slowly, tentatively taking every inch of Tom into his tight inexperienced hole.

“You better believe it. That boy is down bad for canid cock, and as insatiable as a fox.”

“No offence.” Peter added quickly.

“Shit, gotta go!”

“Seeya!”

His shaft pressed on, slowly, reverently, till he hilted what he could only presume to be Frank’s tail hole. He had to stop this, he had to stop Frank. He rushed out of the house and hailed a car.

Frank and Peter flatted together with the wolf, Max. If he had to, he’d… he’d… jump through the window!

He called Frank for the fifteenth time, knowing he wouldn’t get a response, The cat was absolutely entranced by Tom’s cock.

“H…hurry please” he asked the driver as he hopped into the back. He could feel his shaft start to drive itself slowly into Frank’s rear. Over and over and over he thrust, deeper and deeper, till his growing knot was smashing up against the tight entrance. He could feel his passion mounting, even after all that cumming earlier that morning, it was as if his body was adjusting to the abuse.

“Oh my god, my god, can you p..please h..hurry”

He arrived at the house and considered the front door. There was a good chance Pete was home and he couldn’t… wouldn’t mess things up with Pete any more than he had to. He skittered around the back and pressed his black nose against Frank’s window. Sure enough, there was Frank, riding Tom’s cock, his own cock in his left paw while his right held Tom’s cock in place.

He was close, so close, it wouldn’t be long now, and he’d be gushing into Frank. The one person, the worst person, for him to be doing ANYTHING with right now.

He doubled over and wailed with excitement as he started to climax, something had to happen.

He crept up to the unlocked window and used all his might to lift it open so he could yell at the cat.

In the blink of an eye, three things happened in quick succession:

Frank looked over at the window with a look of genuine shock on his face. The mountain lion fell backwards onto Tom’s rock-hard shaft, impaling himself deeply on the knot which slipped in with an audible “pop”. The extra stimulation was too much for Tom, who came hot and thick into his nemesis’ ass, crying through the window. The unexpected stimulation on the cat’s prostate pushed Frank over the edge, so they came in unison.

Tom watched in horror as the cat threw back his head in ecstasy and shot his load all over Tom’s open muzzle, while Tom’s cock pumped more and more fox cum deep within the pussy’s bussy. Tom gagged, it was the first time in his life tasting cum, and it was CAT cum!

“What the fuck, fox?” Frank shook his head groggily and yanked the soiled vulpine in through the window with both strong clawed mittens. Tom landed on top of him, dripping the cat’s own cum all over his face.