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This is the first story written with my new keyboard. I miss my old one. *sad*

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The Ideal Condition

Chapter 2

The Package.

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. I heard Jana upstairs, arguing with Mom. After stretching and shaking the sleep off of me, I wandered over toward my dresser. I was still wearing what I had fallen asleep in, and the combination of dense fabric and water absorption had turned the clothing into a very uncomfortable mass. I stripped down and slipped into a pair of shorts. I dreaded walking into the argument upstairs, but I was too hungry to wait any longer. I walked into the painfully bright living room, and noticed my youngest sister sitting on the floor, watching cartoons. Her name is Meghan, but we all called her Moga. She was doing her best to ignore the fight, but was obviously bothered by it. I tickled the top of her head as I passed, and she looked up at me and giggled. Moga was still really young, seven at the time, and she really shouldn't have had to deal with Jana and my mom fighting like this.

From what I heard heading into the battle, Jana wanted to go out with her friends that night, but it was her turn to stay home and watch Moga. Our mother worked late most nights, to make up for the money we lost when my dad left. I had watched Moga the past three nights, covering for Jana, but Mom had apparently found out and wasn't taking it well. When I entered, both fighters stopped. My mother leaned back onto the counter, a hand to her forehead. She was beautiful, and in her low-thirties. My mother was only 17 when she had me, but back then, Dad was still around to support us. She had rich red fur that seemed to shimmer in the right light. She was in shape, but not overly muscular. Now don't get weirded out on me. I'd never consider sleeping with my mother, but I'm not afraid to say she's pretty. Anyway, she was dressed up in her best suit, getting ready to head out to the office. My sister, on the other hand, was still in her pajamas.

I prayed that I could make it to the refrigerator without getting dragged into the fray, but my sister had other ideas.

"Eso, you don't mind watching Moga do you? She always says you're more fun anyway!'

"Don't drag your brother into this," my mother retorted, "This is about you ignoring your responsibilities. You know how hard I have to work, and if I could stay home with Moga every night, I would. As it is, I need to work, and we can't afford a babysitter."

"Mom, I just wanna go out for a few hours! I'll watch her after that!"

"That isn't fair to Eso. He has friends to see too you know."

"Gabe doesn't mind coming over here." Maybe you don't mind Gabe coming over here, I thought. I decided it was time that I put an end to this.

"Look. I'll watch Moga again tonight. I wasn't planning on doing anything anyway. Mom, you're late for work, I'll finish up the dishes."

"Eso, you're the best son I have."

"I'm the only son you have."

"Hold on, let me call Hallmark," Jana spouted, throwing Mom into another fit of anger. Sighing, I grabbed a plate of last night's leftovers from the fridge and headed back downstairs.

***

Later that day, I realized just how boring watching my kid sister was. We had just finished the fourth consecutive viewing of 101 Dalmatians, and I had caught myself reciting lines flawlessly. As depressing as that was or me, Moga found it to be hilarious. I left her to her own devices for a while, and headed to the kitchen to make a Hot Pocket. While it cooked, I picked up the phone and called Gabe, but he wasn't home. The Hot Pocket finished, but I had lost my appetite. I stuck my head out into the living room.

"Moga, are you hungry?"

"No, I'm ok!" She cheerfully turned back to the TV, her tail swishing quickly through the air. I hated to waste a perfectly good Hot Pocket, but with little other choice I threw it out. It didn't occur to me just how hot it was, and I watched as the plastic trash bag began to melt around the discarded meal. It was strangely beautiful. I didn't feel like joining Moga in another showing of Dalmatians just yet, so I sat down on the counter and stared out the window. I watched the traffic drive back and forth for a while, until I saw a UPS truck pull up. I hopped down and opened the door just as the delivery guy was about to knock. He handed a large package to me, which I signed for, and then he hurriedly left for his next delivery. I had assumed that the package was for Mom, but closer inspection showed my name on the label. Well, my screen name anyway.

I belong to several online forums, and go by many names, but the one I most frequently visit is Yiffstar, a meeting place for horny furs. My peers there know me as Esoteric Style, and that was the name on the package. I didn't remember posting my address on the forum, but someone must have found it. There was no return address on the box.

Moga seemed fairly enraptured in 101 Dalmatians, so I figured I could leave her alone a while longer. I told her to not to leave the room, and to yell if she needed anything, and then I headed downstairs. After locking my door, I dropped the non-descript package on the floor and tore the tape down the middle. The box seemed to be mostly filled with packing peanuts, but after digging around for a while, I felt something leathery. I grabbed on and pulled it out. At first, I couldn't figure out what I was holding, but it dawned on me that someone had shipped me a leather harness. I went through the box again, and found two leather wrist cuffs, a length of steel chain, and a leather collar, with a metal ring in the front. It seemed that the chain could be strung through the harness and the wrist cuffs, leaving the wearer completely bound.

While it occurred to me that trying this on now was probably a bad idea, I couldn't resist. I unzipped my shorts, and let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, and tried to figure the harness out. After a few minutes of struggling, I figured out how to put it on. When worn correctly, the harness was essentially a series of leather straps that went around the torso. It fastened in the back, which was where the metal hoops were located for the chain. I slipped on both of the wrist cuffs; each had one metal ring on it, and finally, the collar. I tightened the collar until it was just barely painful, and stood in front of my mirror.

The sight alone was enough to arouse me, and the sensation of the leather rubbing against my hardening cock didn't help. I called up to Moga, to assure myself that she was fine, and she returned a half-hearted agreement.

In the corner of my room was a long pipe that ran along the ceiling for about three feet. I threw the chain over it, and strung it through one of the wrist cuffs. At one end of the chain was a latching mechanism, which could be attached to the other end of the chain. I assumed that the latch had a safety release, and strung it through the other cuff. This was starting to get tricky. I managed, with great effort, to stand on my toes and latch the chain together. I was now hung by my wrists from the pipe, and if I got off of my toes, I would be stretched quite a bit, making it near impossible to move. The mirror happened to be angled just enough to let me watch myself hang, and the sight was very arousing. I now had a full erection, begging for attention. I decided to unhook myself, and after a quick pawing-off session, to write a long thank you to whomever had sent the gift. I looked up as best as I could, and began fiddling with the latch. It was then that I noticed the keyhole in the latch.

I instantly panicked, realizing that I must have missed the key in the box. The box suddenly seemed too far away. It was easily ten feet out of reach, so getting the key wasn't an option. If I hopped around, I could slide back and forth on the pipe, but it put a great deal of pain on my wrists. I was about to cry for help, when I remembered that my door was locked, and the only other person home was my seven year old sister. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and tried to force them back and regain some self-control. I tried to get up on my toes again, but my energy gave out, and my knees crumpled. As I fell, the wrist cuffs pulled back, yanking on my fur. The pain was too much, and I stifled back a shriek.

The phone rang. Twice. Three times. I heard Moga's voice from the door.

"Should I answer it?"

I tried to steady my voice, and said, "Yeah. If it's for Mom, say she's napping."

"OK. Hello? Uh-huh. He's downstairs. OK, hold on. Eso! It's Gabe!" Now he's home, I thought, great timing.

"Tell him to come over, and to come into the basement through the big window, ok?"

"Umm, ok." She sounded confused, but transferred the message decently. Moga said that Gabe as on his way, and I told her to go back to watching her movie.

"Are you OK big brother?"

"I'm fine. Just watch the movie."

***

For a long time, I thought that Gabe wasn't going to come. My hands were numb, and my arms hurt like hell. I was humiliated, and afraid of Gabe's reaction. I heard the large window being forced open, but since it was on the same wall I was chained to, I couldn't see Gabe entering. His muffled profanities assured me it was him, however. I suddenly became aware of my nakedness, and my still erect penis. Apparently, I'm turned on by fear and pain. Who knew? Gabe didn't notice me at first, and was walking through the room with his back to me. It was a lot colder than yesterday, and Gabe was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and the same loose-fitted khakis. His bushy tail stuck out from the waistband, forcing him to show off the upper portion of his tight ass. Against my will, a croaky groan escaped my throat.

Gabe turned to see me dangling from the ceiling, and the most shocked expression I have witnessed in my life appeared on his face. I expected him to laugh, or maybe even to turn around and run up the stairs, but he just stared at me. I started crying again, and the pathetic sight was enough to bring Gabe back to his senses. He rushed over to me, and tried to undo the chain.

"It's locked." I said, my voice raspy from crying. "The key's in the box." I gestured toward the box with my head. Gabe nodded and began digging through the discarded packaging for the keys. He came back with a tiny key and released me from my bonds. Exhausted, I fell into his arms, as he pulled me over to the bed. I collapsed just before we got there, and Gabe bent down to help me back up.

"I'll be fine, check on Moga."

"You look like hell?"

"Just go check on her, dammit." Gabe silently went upstairs, and after a few minutes, he returned.

"She was asleep, I put her in bed." I nodded my approval, and Gabe helped me onto the bed.

"How long were you hanging there?"

"I don't know, at least two or three hours." I noticed that Gabe was holding my hand. We looked into each other's eyes. I felt his heartbeat, and felt mine echoing it. I watched his chest rise and fall. He leaned in, as I strained my head toward him.

"I love?" My words were cut off as he kissed me.

"I know." Gabe looked into my eyes, as if examining my soul. "I love you too." We kissed again, I tasted his breath. He pulled away and sat on the bed, beside me. I stared at him lovingly, as he wiped the tears from my fur. He lay down next to me, and held me. We watched the moon rise outside the window Gabe had crawled through, and slept.