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Years In The Making

A short story By Kichigai Kitsune

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely fictional, and is for the purposes of harmless fantasy indulgence only. Neither the author nor the hosting website condones or advocates any attempts to emulate the actions in this story, particularly actions that are illegal in your country, state or region, or any illegal acts with minors.

This is fantasy, nothing more.

Foreword : Hi everyone! This story is intended for those who have already finished Tai's Story, my first full length furry novel. It's a thoroughly kinky ramble, a missing scene from the original publication, intended to be enjoyed by those who enjoyed that tale. Having not read the original novel does not preclude you from enjoying this story, but be forewarned it contains spoilers, and will not be as enjoyable to you now as it would be had you read the first part. If you haven't read the original story, feel free to check it out in my gallery!

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He was lost. It was amazing what a few words could do.

The teenaged alsatian sat on the edge of his messy bed, surrounded by his own laundry - discarded shirts and jeans, strewn about the floor and on his disheveled sheets. With each slow breath he took, his own familiar smell filled his nose...

Just across the hall and down the stairs, the two fox boys he was babysitting were probably talking in hushed tones about him. Smart though they were, he doubted they could understand exactly what had sent him up here to brood.

Jake wasn't the brooding kind. But a few short words from the young Tai had struck him right in the heart with a terrible relevance.

He still remembered the night he heard what happened. Mike was eight at the time, and already the precocious boy that he knew and, honestly, loved like a brother. They both practiced together at the pool, played together, did their homework together.

The fact Jake was almost twice the kit's age didn't matter. He was Mike's mentor, friend and teacher. There was no denying that Jake had always harbored an interest in him that went far beyond that, one he kept quiet about as best he could - although it was hard to keep anything from the intelligent fox boy. They had always had a special relationship.

Jake respected and adored the little fox.

So when his father sat him down and told him little Mike had been raped, with a knife held at his throat, Jake had been devastated. Furious. Concerned.

But it also scared him. He became afraid of something he dared not name, a disturbing reality that was possibly a part of him too.

He pulled away from the barky-furred boy, that horrific event driving home the dangers of his own nature. They were family friends, nothing more. Jake was just an acquaintance and perennial babysitter. He told himself this over and over, distancing himself from the ingenious kid.

Afraid of making it worse, because of a cursed nature that he never asked for, never wanted, but possibly shared with the monster that had-

No! He shared nothing with such a sicko! He could never hurt anyone like that, he never would!

... And that was how it always went for him... How it always played out.

Jake couldn't stand knowing that it could take one ill-considered sentence or act and he would be a social pariah, with legions of self-righteous, insensitive crusaders out for his blood. His chance for a happy life ended forever. Worse, he was afraid of hurting his younger friend. He was only fifteen at the time, only eighteen now; he didn't deserve any of this. Did he?

Tai had said "no" earlier that night - rather emphatically. Mike had been telling him the same for years. He was no monster.

But Tai had brought up a scary notion. Had Jake been making it all worse? Rejecting Mike and being a constant reminder of the fear and coercion he felt that night years ago? Shutting out and trivializing the kit's feelings so coldly? Indeed, he was basically saying that Mike was too stupid to understand the same things that Jake knew he had understood from that age himself.

With a sigh, Jake lazily tossed the dirty shirt to a hamper on the far side of his unkempt bed.

He was doing the right thing, wasn't he...? What the hell was the right thing here, exactly?

But maybe, no matter how hard he looked, he just didn't have the answer to that.

And tonight... he really kind of needed one.

He really had to make a decision, with everyone's interests at heart. Whatever the hell that meant...

*******

Downstairs, Tai was also thinking. Or fretting, rather.

Kneeling on the comfortable couch down in Jake's living room, he stared into middle-distance. It was warm, thanks to the thrumming central heating, so he didn't mind being clad in just his warm pajama bottoms - comfortable pants of soft cotton with a subdued, ruddy plaid pattern.

The slender fox boy rubbed at the tawny fur of his upper arm, idly scratching an itch. The motion made his neck-length head-fur flop in front of his face, and he brushed it aside instantly. Then gave a loud, huffing sigh.

There was no denying it. He had upset Jake. The way the teen got to his paws and strode upstairs made that very clear. He hadn't meant to, he just was trying to explain how he saw things.

It was stupid. So much had happened and his adoptive family had made him feel so much better than ever. Everything was great, but Tai still said stupid things.

The nine-year-old rubbed at his eyes.

Jake was so nice to him and Tai had...

There was a clonk, and he heard a door open. With Jake upstairs and the only other fur in the house being his adoptive brother, Tai knew who it was. Quickly, he wiped his eyes dry of all tell-tale moisture and hopped to his paws. Mike knew Jake better than he did, and he was smarter besides; he'd know what to do.

It was no surprise that Mike had decided to stick to just pajama bottoms like he had. Mike especially wasn't shy about his body - swimming competitively and visiting changing rooms since he was six had eliminated any unnecessary shame, so he quite liked to go topless. Or everything-less if possible; it just felt more natural and free. But they were staying at someone else's house this night.

Mike cocked his head, his neck length head-fur hanging damply. "What's up?"

"I think," Tai said, feeling unpleasantly anxious, "um, I upset Jake. He's mad at me. I-I..."

"Why?"

Tai averted his eyes. "I... Um, never mind." He gestured at the couch with his head.

With a shrug, Mike laid an arm affectionately around his skinny shoulders, accompanying him back to the den. "He'll be fine. Jake totally has the hots for you."

When they returned to the couch, Tai hopped up onto it and knelt back on his paws. Mike did likewise.

"I'm worried," Tai fretted some more. "Shouldn't I go say sorry?"

Before Mike could reply, there was a quiet cough from the direction of the stairway.

Both kits looked over, cocking their heads inquisitively.

Jake grinned and dropped a large camping bag on the ground. "Hey guys." He bent over and removed a neat coil of thin, blue rope from the synthetic bag.

Mike peered curiously at him. "What's that for?"

The alsatian laughed sheepishly. "Well, was just wondering if you wanted to play a game. I think Tai'll like this one."

"What game?" Mike sounded baffled, looking from Jake to Tai.

But Tai was too busy staring in delighted surprise to offer an explanation.

"Well... you'll see." A shy smile crept onto Jake's face. "Tai can demonstrate. You're still as ticklish as I remember, right? I mean, we can do other stuff if not."

Tai felt his heart skip a beat.

Oh, wow!

******

Jake's room was almost as messy as before, but Tai noticed the bed had been made and some of the clothes put away. That was all he noticed though - his heart was fluttering around in his chest like it had taken wing and wanted to soar away.

This was more than exciting.

With a grunt, the teen dumped the bundles of rope on his bed. "Right, okay," he murmured. "So, what are we going to do?"

The topless kits shared a glance, grinning impishly. "You're the guy with the ropes!" Mike piped, concealing his excitement somewhat poorly.

Wordlessly, the alsatian rolled his eyes. "Alright guys... let's think. I haven't put any planning into this. I guess we can use the headboard."

But Mike had knelt to pick something off the floor. "Hey, what's this?" he asked, lifting it up.

It was a long plastic object just longer and wider than Jake's forearm and paw, though with a convenient handgrip at the bottom. An orb-like protrusion was attached to the other end, like a rubber ball on a plastic stick.

Jake frowned. "It's my deep-tissue massager. Press the button just above your thumb."

Mike did so and the object suddenly buzzed into life, almost aggressively. The ball attached to the top of the plastic wand vibrated intensely and the kit grinned. "That's awesome! Does it hurt?"

"Nope. Feels good on your paws, legs, back." Jake smirked. "And somewhere else. I think you've just given me an idea."

The boys' expressions didn't remain bemused for very long.

"Huh..." Curious and wide-eyed, Mike gingerly pressed the ball to his crotch.

Jake intervened, his smirk now twice as big. "Uh-uh!" He gently removed the massage wand from Mike's grasp. "Not yet, man."

Mike just giggled at him. The usually mature fox kit bounced a little at the knees before hopping a big step closer to the teenager. "This is so cool! What are you gonna do?"

"Well, Tai suggested this game. I figured you might like it too." Jake eyed the ropes meaningfully. "It's called 'Tie the Teasing Little Jerks Up and Get Revenge.'"

The barky-furred boy chortled and gave a cheeky thumbs-up.

"Okay..." Jake bit his lip. "What do you guys want to do? Uh, gonna do this in just your pants?"

Mike fingered his waistband for a thoughtful moment, then shook his head. "Tai!" he said, whirling on the tawny kit. "Let's go put our trunks on! Let's do it in just those!"

Tai laughed delightedly and quickly darted out the door. Naturally, Mike followed and it became a race. "Okay!"

"Kinky little bastards," Jake muttered affectionately. His balance deserted him and he found himself having to sit on his bed again, oddly faint.

He was seriously going to do this. No matter which way he tried to slice it, Mike and Tai didn't just want this to be a tickling game. This was gonna get naughty.

But a part of Jake told him to just calm down. It was happening... and it would be cool. He could do this. Nobody was going to be hurt by this.

Just as his pulse was slowing down, the foxes came thumping up the staircase and literally jumped into his room, laughing happily.

The silly antics were bad enough, but the kits posed before him deliberately in their fur-tight swimming briefs - Mike's black and blue, a high-quality competition brand, Tai's dark-green, cheaper. Both the boys were grinning widely. Jake's pulse sped up again.

As if he could have ever forgotten, he was suddenly reminded of how good the duo looked. Mike's fur was earthy-toned, a lucious, soft pelt of light brown over his tightly muscled, long limbed form; Tai was skinnier, smaller, narrower shouldered and lacking the developed musclulature of the older, athletic boy, but was otherwise similarly built, with prize-winning fur that ranged from tawny to blonde, and a dreamy, soft white on his neck, torso and 'socks.' They both had long-ish head-fur, of which Jake was jealous: Tai's hung down to his neck in messy bangs that framed his head, and Mike's was a similar, trendy style with a slight fringe.

They could easily be models for a surf store catalogue, and here they were posing in swimming-briefs for Jake to tie up and torture. The teenager gulped noisily.

"Ta-da!" piped Tai, spreading his arms above his head, while his neck-length headfur flopped in front of his face. Mike posed equally outrageously, flexing his preteen muscles.

"Reaarrh!"

Jake had to smile. Sometimes it was hard to remember they were so young and capable of great and amusing silliness. "Calm down, guys... I'm gonna be tying you up. You're gonna be sitting still for a loooong time."

Both the boys exchanged looks again. Both quite content with that arrangement, as evidenced by their big smirks.

"Where do ya want us?" Mike asked, skipping over.

Jake thought for a moment. "Before I get started..." he muttered. "Mike, lie on the bed for me, yeah?"

Mike clambered onto the bed and enthusiastically threw himself into the center on his back. Tai came over to watch and wait his turn.

But Jake retrieved his massage wand, winking at Tai as he did. "Spread your legs, Mike?"

"O-oh man..." Mike squeaked, doing so. When Jake turned around, his heart decided to go for a lap around his chest.

Not as skinny as Tai, Mike nonetheless had long, supple legs, taut with young muscle like the rest of his body, that were now spread out invitingly. Where they met, there was a small bulge in the tight, form-hugging material of his swimwear... a neat little package, his preteen genitals so tidily confined. Compressed and highlighted, almost dainty looking. Jake couldn't help it.

He reached out with a trembling arm and lightly brushed the diminutive lump - feeling the soft contours of the warm objects beneath. Mike gave a gasp and instinctively pushed his hips up. A grin broke through to his face.

"Feels good through these things, doesn't it?" breathed Jake. The kit nodded his agreement, closing his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Jake held the wand aloft. Mike's eyes opened and immediately glued themselves to it when the button was pressed and it buzzed into life. "U-uh-oh."

"Relax..." Jake instructed. "It doesn't hurt, it's just surprising." He pressed it against Mike's thigh first - the fox boy jumped, but Jake let him get used to it.

Trailing the vibrating device down the kit's long, woody-furred leg, Jake at last took the delicate, shapely ankle at the bottom in one paw. The teen paused to inspect the foot-paw just below. Like Tai's, it was perfectly shaped, just a sheer delight to touch and to see. Jake was definitely developing a fondness.

It was going to be such fun to play with them, all four of the sensitive appendages... once he had them firmly fixed in place. What he had planned would work sooo much better when the boys couldn't distract everyone by resisting.

Even if they kept it clean, this was gonna be so much fun!

Jake chortled evilly and pressed the vibrating ball to the bottom of Mike's foot-paw. The resultant moan sent shivers through him.

"Oh-my-god!" gasped the kit, flaring his toes. The tendons and muscles tensing delightfully. Jake smiled and moved to the other foot-paw, getting a repeat performance.

After a few seconds, Jake gently pressed the ball against the kit's lower stomach, just under the furry dimple of his navel.

"Nnnhh..." whimpered Mike, lying flat and closing his eyes. Offering his body to Jake and his buzzing friend. The kit's breathing had picked up, each ragged breath sending tingles down Jake's spine. That did it.

Swallowing loudly, Jake slowly drew the buzzing orb down, down, down... past the slight rise of the boy's groin, settling it upon the smooth lump that he knew was Mike's most sensitive part. Rubbing it ever so slowly back and forth over the peak.

The kit tensed all over, knees bending and hips rising all on their own volition. Jake whimpered himself, seeing the little, taut stomach quivering less than a foot away from his very eyes... It was hard to not reach out and stroke the dancing, youthful muscles beneath that silky fur.

But he had to be cruel. Even to himself.

At last, the teen turned the toy off and gingerly inspected the result. Mike groaned in disappointment, spreading out on the bed and reaching shakily for his groin.

As expected, the little lump had grown in size as Mike's woody strained against the confining material. Jake smiled and lightly brushed it again.

Two and a half inches? Maybe a little more? He wouldn't know until he had those lycra briefs off. It had been so long since he had sneaked a peek.

Already, he felt truly faint. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. Excitement and arousal hadn't just clouded his mind; they had drowned it.

Tai took a shaky breath and Jake looked back at him. The tawny kit was fingering tenderly at the front of his briefs, just touching the bump there, as if unaware he was even doing so.

"C-come on, Tai," he forced out. "It's your turn."

Tai slowly pulled himself onto the bed, lying spread-eagled next to Mike. Anticipation stood clear on his face.

"Oh, man." Mike went to slip his paws into the sleek briefs, but Jake reached out and again gently stopped him.

"Not yet..." he cooed. "Keep them on."

Mike nodded obediently, quite content to let Jake take charge here. It felt oddly nice, just touching himself through his swimming briefs anyway - he had snuck peaks at other boys in them a hundred times, of course, and always insisted on wearing his own to practice, but never thought about playing with himself through them before. It felt nicer than he thought it would. It sort of turned him on, just trying to stay in them and not touch anything.

He forced himself to put his paws behind his back, interlacing his fingers even as his dick twitched and pushed at the cool, stretchy material...

In moments, Tai was receiving the same treatment, though he shivered a little more when Jake slowly, painstakingly, edged the device down from his sensitive belly to rest upon his compressed penis. He gasped and mewled aloud, clutching the sheets as his face scrunched up slightly.

Jake felt a stiff little visitor in his own pants - when had that happened? The boys were positively hedonistic; it blew Jake's mind to see how they reacted. Forcing himself to focus, he switched the massager off and laid it down, brushing teasingly at Tai's trunks just as he had Mike's. "You guys okay?" he asked solicitously.

The nods were so emphatic he thought their heads were going to come loose.

"Okay... uh, Mike, lie down again." Jake smiled. "Tai, hop up for a sec. Let's do something silly."

The boys, slightly dazed, did as he asked. Their heavy breathing and sudden shakiness nearly made Jake drop the massager.

It was going to be hard, but they had to keep it together until got to the main event. Jake couldn't deny that he wanted to tickle them both crazy. The squirming, the writhing of their bound, slender young bodies, the sensation of the straining warm muscle beneath his paws as they couldn't get away - and the sweet, sweet joy of revenge. He wasn't going to miss out on that.

Oh, how he owed these two little jerks!

Slowly, Jake turned the device back on and lowered it to Mike's crotch. The kit yelped again and raised his hips. "Unh! I-it makes m-my nuts f-feel weird!"

"Yeah." Jake rubbed at a barky leg, moving the vibrating ball around the boy's exposed sensitive parts. "Tai... wanna get on top of him?" he asked. Tai looked at him uncomprehendingly. "Like, hug him. Put your bodies together... and we'll have this between you. Both at the same time."

The tawny boy got it then, urgently crawling on top of his brother, one leg on the outside, one between Mike's own. It took some shuffling, but eventually, pinching his eyes tight, he lowered himself. Mike obligingly helped, supporting the kit's chest with his paws.

After a few seconds, they both clung to one another, skinny tummies pressed together firmly, with the vibrating massager right between them.

They groaned together, their breath coming in hoarse gasps. Jake whimpered, enduring the sight... Watching every visible muscle tense and quiver like jelly beneath their fur.

The teen couldn't help but reach out and affectionately stroke the tawny kit's backside through those briefs.

He watched, forgetting to breathe, as Tai rested his cheek against Mike's, panting out his pleasure while Mike desperately held his smaller body close, pressing their flat stomachs and chests together; clutching at one another, lovingly rubbing and touching each other all over.

Slowly moving their hips, grinding their bodies together and pressing the massage wand between their tingling, contained members, letting it buzz against every sensitive square inch...

At last, Jake realized he couldn't take this anymore.

He turned off the massage wand.

Tai collapsed against his brother and they both groaned when the device slipped out from between them, allowing their stiff members to press together through the slick material they wore.

"S-sorry boys," apologized Jake, patting Tai's backside again. "That was just the warm-up. Can't have you, um, f-finishing yet."

Still gasping, Tai rolled off to the side, feigning exhaustion. "I-it feels great..." he admitted. "It's r-really strong."

Mike rubbed at his groin once again. "My nuts still feel like they're vibratin'..."

The alsatian nodded. "It gets pretty unbearable - as you'll find out in a minute when I've got you tied up."

Mike immediately put his wrists together and sat up. As shocked as he had been at first, he was totally into this now. "Gonna talk or act, big boy?" he taunted. His voice was far too shaky to be convincing, and Jake just smiled at him.

"Guess," the russet furred canine replied, struggling to appear nonchalant. He stroked the boy's forearms with gentle paws. "Tai, pass me the blue rope?"

"Okay!" Tai sat up instantly and went for the ropes at the bottom of the bed. He grasped the coil of thin, blue synthetic rope, neatly tied together for storage, and crawled to the top of the bed again with it in paw. "Here ya go!" The moment Jake took it, Tai flopped to his side again, eagerly awaiting Jake's next move. Breathing quickly from his open muzzle.

Jake shuffled forwards on his knees until he straddled Mike's hips. He made rather a point of sitting down on the tops of the kit's thighs and pinning him there while he inspected the smoothly-furred arms.

"Gimme a sec here," he murmured. "I don't usually tie furs up, so let me think what the best way is."

He had already decided on the rough position. Nothing fancy: just wrists to the head-board, ankles to the bottom. But how to actually tie the ropes?

Below him, Mike idly shifted his hips, finding it hard to sit still. It wasn't uncomfortable, but already the kit was doubting he could break free if he tried. It sent deep, exciting shivers down his spine.

After a few moments, his wrists were crossed by Jake, who seemed to have made a decision.

Mike fixed his eyes on the rope as it went around his wrists, alternating between the left and the right. Tying the top of the left to the bottom of the right, Jake kept the rope tight before finally cinching it between the two.

"There we go," he announced, making sure none of Mike's fur was being pinched or tugged at by the tight cinch. "Try to reach the knot?"

Twisting his wrists the few degrees he could, Mike grunted before shaking his head. "Nope. Mebbe if I can..."

Jake cut him off. "Don't worry about it." The teen grinned. "You won't be able to focus on escaping once we get started... I promise you that. And if you did get the knot a little loose, I'll just re-tie it. There's no escape, Mikey."

Mike gulped quietly, unable to fend off a grin of his own. "Good. What's the point if there is?"

"Exactly." Jake reached above the cub's head, tugging the remaining length of the rope up to the headboard. In less than a few seconds, Mike's wrists were pulled towards the top of the bed. "Give it a tug."

Mike did so, and again was unsuccessful. "Whoa..." he breathed. "W-wow, Jake! Where did you get so good at tying boys up?"

Jake shot him a withering look as he settled back on his hips. "Now let's see about these paws."

This time, Jake needed no thinking time. Mike held his breath, watching with avid interest as Jake bound his ankles together tightly with yet another expert, unyielding cinch and knot to keep them that way. A brief tug towards the bottom of the bed and another knot later and Mike was firmly fastened to the mattress, his arms and legs strung out.

He didn't even need to be told. Mike tested the ropes immediately and was not disappointed.

"Alright, does it pinch or anything?" Jake enquired. The teen eyed his handiwork. "Not sitting on your tail or whatever?"

Mike shook his head a little too quickly, wriggling his feet.

This was incredible!

"Tai... your turn." Jake said, slipping off Mike's legs.

Tai rolled onto his back and scooted closer to Mike's side, breathing deeply as the teen crawled up the bed to seat himself upon Tai's thighs as he had done to his brother.

The tawny-furred kit tried to hold his breath, but nothing worked. His heart continued to thump loudly in his chest while Jake simply took his wrists and started to bind them the same way, this time with a red cord of the same synthetic material that had been used on Mike.

Tai took a deep breath, closing his eyes. This was so cool! This was gonna be like when Mike tied him up, only a hundred times more awesome!

The far heavier teen was settled upon his hips, pinning him like he was nothing. It was like they'd been down on the couch in the den - Jake didn't need ropes to render Tai helpless.

But, like with Mike, Tai knew the russet furred teenager could be trusted to not abuse that dominance. It felt nice in a way, exciting... Before he knew it, Jake had tied his skinny wrists to the headboard.

Now ropes were going around his ankles, and Tai let out a quiet groan. Oh no, he wouldn't be able to move at all in only a few seconds!

"Oh man!" Tai whined, closing his eyes as he was tugged down the bed easily, his body's weight almost nothing to the surprisingly strong teenager. Another reminder of how vulnerable he was.

As he felt Jake start to attach him to the bottom of the bed, he began to realize just how totally helpless he was now. His belly, chest and, worst of all, armpits were protected by nothing but the downy, silky fluff he called his fur. That was no protection at all!

He was going to be tickle-tortured like this! By a big teenager!

This was gonna be awful! He already felt all tingly all over, and his stiffy was straining with renewed determination against his swimming briefs. Oh this was gonna-!

"Hey, Tai?" a soft voice cooed.

The kit cracked open his eyes. Jake was right beside him, looking down on him with a mixture of adoration and concern.

"Are you alright?" Jake inquired, gently pressing on Tai's pink nose.

Instantly, Tai nodded. "Yes!"

"Okay. You were getting a little panicky-panty there. Calm down, I won't hurt ya!"

"Gag him!" Mike suddenly chimed, a little loudly. "He likes it!"

Tai flushed, but the teen just raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? That's an idea. I'll remember it when I get started on you, Mike."

Mike exhaled. "B-but not Tai?"

"Unlike you, Tai has a say in the matter." Jake winked at the tawny boy beside him.

Mike gave a nervous "Aww!" in response. "Wh-what are you gonna do first?" He squirmed against his bonds reflexively. Seemingly just enjoying the feel of them. Tai did likewise, testing the ropes himself and found them secure, the knot on his wrist well out of reach.

Jake slipped down to the bottom of the bed on his knees. "I dunno," he lied, concealing a smirk. "I guess I'll start with Tai. Maybe from the bottom up."

The teen reveled in the few seconds it took for them to understand his meaning. They both tensed and gasped.

"Oh noooo!" Tai moaned, an irrepressible grin on his muzzle.

Jake stroked the tops of his foot-paws, teasing the short, soft fur just below his toes. "Oh hell yes," he contradicted, heart stopping as the kit jerked from the touch. "You did offer, Tai."

"J-Jake?" Mike said, raising his head. "T-take your shirt off!"

The teenager blinked. "Oh. W-why?"

"I wanna see!" Mike shrugged, or tried to. "You know? W-we're just wearin' our trunks! C'mon!"

For some reason, all of a sudden Jake felt nervous. Rather foolishly, he'd not considered the possibility he'd have to take his own clothes off too. For some reason, he felt shy. But regardless, a mocking grin slowly made its way to his face as he took his t-shirt's hem in paw. "S-sure," he assented. "And you won't even be wearing those for very long, right?" he added in an arch tone.

The fox boys giggled as Jake took off his shirt and tossed it to its customary place in the middle of his room's floor.

Unsurprisingly, the kits looked him over. His flat, washboard stomach; slightly muscular chest and arms... Jake smirked, well aware that his athletic hobbies had their benefits.

But that was all the respite he could give them. There was important business to get to. With a sultry smile, he lay down by Tai's side, scooting close to inspect the firmly tied, sensitive feet that he had coveted ever since they had 'played' together on the downstairs couch...

His paws moved without conscious thought. Before Jake even realized what he was doing, he had taken Tai's shapely, delicate feet and began to firmly massage them. Tai yipped and tensed briefly, but he calmed as Jake kept his fingers firm, kneading the wonderful appendages in as much an attempt to massage and caress as to explore.

The kit accepted the touch, groaning as Jake enthusiastically worked out every ounce of tension from the soft, inviting flesh, uninhibited by fur.

Jake found himself breathing even harder and faster. He had never realized that he had a thing for kits' foot-paws. Everything else, yes - arms, shoulders, stomach, legs, everything... but he had never stopped to appreciate the fine form of their sensitive, unblemished feet. The gentle curvatures of their smooth arches, the perfect roundness of the ball - and the rounded, bony heel was almost a delicate yet pointed end... an exclamation point on the beauty of their form. Their wonderful sensitivity.

And, without a doubt, Tai's were a pair of fantastic specimens.

Smirking, Jake stopped massaging and drew one claw up the middle of Tai's sole. Promptly, Tai squealed and tried to pull his leg away - the tight ropes held that paw exactly where it was, though.

"Just the reaction I wanted." Jake chuckled evilly. "This is gonna be fun."

"Oh no!" Tai mewled, clenching his toes even as Jake slowly caressed them. The kit burst into giggles. "Go easy! Go easy! Please!"

"I'll think about it." Jake rolled off the bed, standing and walking to his room's light-switch. Casting a sultry look back at the two bound, helpless boys staring up at him with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, he slowly turned the knob on the dimmer switch, and the ceiling light was reduced to a warm glow - almost like a gentle fire. It even started to flicker hypnotically. "There we go."

"Th-that's awesome," breathed Tai, absently testing his bondage with a few token wriggles. "Unh! This is so cool!"

Jake ambled back over to the bed. "Okay, I gotta ask. This is really important to me. Are you guys okay with this? Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh!" Mike enthused. Tai just nodded, looking slightly nervous as he tried to rub the sole of one paw with the top of the other - trying to rub away the residual sensation from that mere stroke of a claw.

The tawny furred kit was hosed. They both were. Jake couldn't help but laugh as he sat down on the bed again.

"I bet you guys like being tickled," he said teasingly. He reached out again and took a hold of Tai's delicate paws. "Isn't that right? C'mon, confess."

Tai giggled and squirmed some more. "N-no!"

On a whim, Jake leaned in and kissed the fox boy's soft arch, rubbing up and down the cloudy-white fur of his shins. "I hope you guys are ready..." he muttered softly. "You're tied up, ticklish as hell, and you just gave me permission to do whatever I want to you." The teenager sat up slightly and briefly ran a paw across the smooth bump in Tai's trunks. It hadn't diminished in the slightest. Swallowing, he let those paws roam over the kit's hips and sides. Confidence was coming to him at last, albeit slowly.

Tai tensed and closed his eyes, an irrepressible smile on his muzzle. He knew what was coming, he knew it would drive him crazy, and he was totally fine with that. He was excited and horny as he had ever been.

This was crazy. This was fun!

Once more autopilot, Jake's paws lowered to those helpless soles. It was like he knew what to do already, somehow. When he started, it was light, feathery and unbearable.

Immediately, Tai screeched and jolted, but the ropes were well tied, the cinches well positioned, holding his limbs in place perfectly. Jake continued, gently levering back the kit's twitching toes with one paw - what little movement that little limb had been able to make before was gone in an instant. The teenager unleashed all four fingers from his other paw on the helpless sole, swirling about the ball and dipping into the arch.

Tai gave a peculiar whimper before bursting into continual laughter, unable to hold out for even a second. Through the mattress springs and his own paws, Jake felt the kit's slender body positively vibrate with his giggles and pointless, reflexive squirming.

He tensed all over as Jake's fingers lightly brushed over his paw-pads, somehow finding the most sensitive points and tormenting them with wisp-like delicacy. Yet, as with earlier, Jake kept it bearable - though only just!

With a keening squeal, Tai arched his back, feeling his member strain pointlessly against the constraining material enclosing his groin and a scant few inches of his hips. After only a few seconds, a shiver suddenly ran through his squirming body, flooding outward from his tense belly and washing right over him before settling again, like an intense burning unease, in his lower stomach. Leaving him even stiffer than several moments before.

"Unnhh!" Tai gasped, his toes flaring as he pointlessly struggled against the ropes. He started giggling again, an uncontrollable desperation to it now.

But Jake simply continued, his eyes on the bound paws in front of him as he lounged idly on his side. Meticulously, he varied his movements, unwilling to give the tawny-furred kit a second's break.

When Tai's paws felt like they were crawling with spider-like tickles, he couldn't help himself. "Stoooop!" he wailed, barely able to force the word past his laughter and through his hugely grinning muzzle. The lithe kit threshed atop the mattress briefly, unable to keep still, but it didn't achieve a thing. "Pleeeeaaase!"

But Jake continued still. His surprisingly adroit fingers finding and exploiting every hyper-sensitive nerve ending beneath Tai's soft, silken soles. Tai felt his breathing get faster and higher in his chest as he finally realized how much trouble he was in.

Jake really was good at this - and he really was trying to get them back for all their teasing!

"Oh n-yaaahaha!!"

The teenager burst into laughter himself, upping the pace and eliciting the loudest squeal from the helpless kit yet. "Does it tickle, huh?" he taunted, his voice higher and more excited than usual. "Tell me how much it tickles and I'll stop. Maybe."

For some reason, that made Tai laugh even harder. He arched his back again, feeling his dick rub against the smooth, textured material containing it - it sent another wonderful shiver through him, so he continued, squirming and arching upwards. "It really ti-ahahaahaa!! Nooaahaee!!"

"What was that?" Jake sniggered, unleashing his full creativity and intensity upon his victim's helpless paws. "C'mon, Tai! Say 'it really tickle-ickles like a bucket of feathers and I'd really like you to stop, oh awesome Jake!'"

Tai couldn't respond. Not with words anyway.

At long last, Jake slowed and stopped, trying to combat his own laughter.

Shaking his head, the teen gave the tingling paws a quick rub. After only a second's thought, he leaned in and delivered a wet lick to the both of them. Tai squealed once more, then suddenly went limp, gasping for breath - though with a massive, toothy smile on his face.

"Eww!" he chortled, though he wasn't sure himself if he meant it. "Hehe!"

"Tastes like ticklish." Jake, shaking slightly, got to his knees and once more loomed over the hapless kit. "It's not 'ew' anyway, you know. You just had a bath."

Jake looked at the dazed older kit. He was breathing hard, a prominent, though diminutive, bump in his swim-briefs. His hazel eyes were wide and he was squirming uncomfortably.

The teenager just smirked at him. "Looking forward to your turn?"

Mike swallowed. "Um-"

"I'll get to you soon, don't worry..." Jake ran a massaging paw over Tai's trembling form - noting a slight amount of sweat beneath his fluff. The paw ran over the bump in Tai's clothing, which twitched into the contact. "You okay, Tai?"

The tawny kit nodded enthusiastically. Truth be told, this was almost the horniest he had felt in his entire young life - and being unable to do anything aside from squirm and rub himself against the inside of the smooth, textured, fur-tight garment he was wearing, bound and stretched out helplessly, made it worse. The feelings were so intense, he just wanted to crawl out of his own fur! He still did - part of him wanted Jake to start again!

"Jesus, you guys are horny as hell," Jake murmured, staring in amazement at the both of them.

"You're one to talk, boner-boy," retorted Mike, a meaningful glance at Jake's crotch. He grinned. "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable?"

The alsatian blinked and looked down, before swallowing. "Ah, heck, whatever."

Mike just shot him an oddly proud smile.

"Mikey, when I get to you, you're in deep trouble," Jake warned, his fingers unclasping the fly of his jeans. Hesitating for a second, the teenager finally banished his silly shyness and worked his legs free until he knelt on the bed over Tai in just his red plaid boxers.

Immediately, Mike gave a cheeky wolf-whistle.

"Oh, you're dead." Jake laughed, flushing. His adolescent "boner", as Mike called it, stuck straight out, tenting his underwear. "Stop staring, you little perv!"

In response, Mike arched his back and pressed his hips skywards for a moment. "You can look at mine all you want, super-perv. Come on."

Tai giggled.

"Uh-huh. As for you..." Jake shuffled towards Tai's head, posting one arm above the boy's skinny shoulder so he loomed directly over him. "You do know I'm not finished, right?"

Tai gulped comically, looking up at the much bigger canid. He couldn't keep from smiling, however.

Jake narrowed his eyes for a moment, then moved to the side of the bed and retrieved something from the floor.

He held it up for the tied-down duo to behold.

The massage wand buzzed loudly, threateningly, and the alsatian smirked. "Remember this guy?"

Tai whimpered. "Oh no..."

"Yup. Remember what I said about how it's worse when you can't move?" Jake shuffled closer again. "Or if you're being tickled to death as well? Or did I not mention that part? Because I was going to do that to you as well."

Mike tensed his stomach, trying to pull himself forward enough to get a good look, but he was tied down too tightly to make much progress. He tsked aloud and flopped his head back to the mattress.

Tai trembled even more as Jake easily lifted his hips and slid a thick pillow under them - pushing them and his slightly bulging swim-briefs upwards. Not to mention making his stomach feel somehow even more vulnerable. "Oh no..."

Jake didn't even dignify him with a response. Instead, he slipped the massage wand between the kit's tightly bound legs - positioning it so that the vibrating ball rested just atop the bump in his cheap synthetic briefs.

It fell into place in Tai's mind with a heavy thud. "Oh nooo!" he moaned, wriggling his toes. "Jake! What are you gonna do?"

Jake rubbed his nose idly. "Dunno yet." He paused. "Well. Uh. W-what do you like? Got any ideas?"

"H-huh?" Tai perked an ear.

"Well, like..." Jake looked away, suddenly bashful. "I don't know. I don't really wanna, uh, do anything you really don't want."

"Hey, Jake!" Mike said, smirking. "C'mere."

"Hm?"

"I'll tell you."

After a few thoughtful seconds, the teenager narrowed his eyes. "Alright."

"But come over here, don't let him hear!"

Tai whimpered, reflexively tugging on the ropes holding his arms over his long-haired head. The weight of the plastic ball resting on his privates made him feel strange. "Hear what?" he asked. "Guys?"

"Nothing!" Mike piped as the alsatian teen got up and trotted around the bed.

Straining to hear, Tai watched as his brother and his 'tormentor' put their heads together and whispered. And giggled. And nodded.

Probably sharing secrets on how to drive him as crazy as possible!

And a lot of secrets too, apparently. Tai fretted and whimpered helplessly, unable to hear a word as for over a minute the older males quietly confabulated about whatever tortures they were going to subject the skinny nine-year-old to next.

"Alright." Jake straightened, then simply put a foot-paw on the bed and hoisted himself up onto it, stepping right over the bound kits to where he was 'working' before. "Let's get this started, huh?" With a hop, the teenager fell to his backside, bouncing off the mattress before coming to rest right beside his victim. "I'm sure ya just can't wait."

Instantly, Tai burst into youthful giggles, and Jake laid two threatening paws on his lower ribs. The kit sucked in a lungful of air, his stomach going utterly concave. He scrunched his eyes tightly shut.

Jake leaned in closer. "I must break you," he drawled, affecting a foreign accent. "Naughty boy."

Rather than starting the torture immediately, those threatening paws slowly massaged down the kit's skinny, warm flank. Tai couldn't help but exhale in pleasure, though somehow still squirming uncomfortably; he knew what was coming.

He felt it when Jake's paw slid over his narrow hips, and one of them took hold of the plastic wand nestled so cleanly against his private bits.

The kit winced and tensed all over.

"Relax, Tai," murmured Jake. "As if I'd do this to you without ever trying it on myself first."

With that, there was a click. Then a sudden, loud vibration thrummed through the air - and drilled straight into Tai's raised crotch!

"NYEEK!" The kit squealed, trying to push his hips down, away from the violently buzzing device that was suddenly assault his compressed stiffy with sensation. But there was no retreat! The pillow under his butt pushed him straight up into the torture device! "Unhh!!"

As before, the sensation built up, welling up inside the tingling nerves of his dick. Jake waited, letting the kit adapt to it, and the feeling continued to build until it was almost a tickle in itself. Tai squirmed and moaned, helpless as his penis and tight scrotum, held in place by his swimwear, shuddered and buzzed with an electric sensitivity.

"Oh, man..." he heard Mike gasp just by his side.

Jake rubbed over the trembling Tai's tummy, slipping one teasing claw over the kit's protruding navel. "Oh my God..." the teen breathed to himself.

"C-can he, um, j-just from that?" asked Mike, his voice quavering. "Can he cum?"

"I-I'm gonna find out, I guess." Jake laughed nervously, staring in awe at the hedonistic cub beneath him. "I can... Uh, are you guys, like, dry? Both of you? You know what I mean, right Mike?"

"Yeah," he heard Mike respond. "We won't make a mess..."

Jake shuddered, whispering something under his breath. "Okay." The teen shifted, pushing down on the tent at the front of his boxers. "Geez."

Tai grimaced and squirmed some more, but no matter what he did, his body found a way to push up, into the buzzing toy. Trying to increase the feelings as much as possible. Besides, he was bound too tight to squirm meaningfully. There was just no escape.

He writhed on the bed, tense all over and gritting his sharp teeth in a grimace. "Uhhn!" he whimpered. Deliberately, he pushed his covered dick up against the vibrating ball, squeezing his legs together.

It felt really nice. Very nice...

The kit pressed up as hard as possible, arching his already bent back and scrunching his paws and toes. The feeling was intense and very different. He could feel it all building up. Though part of him somehow knew it would be unbearable when it came; the massager wasn't going to stop just because he was caught in that awful post-orgasm sensitivity.

Oh, how he wanted to-!!

But then he felt those big fingers brush into his chest fur again - and slip around to the side of his ribcage.

Jolting from surprise, the kit could only gasp and stare in dismay at the teenager positioning himself right beside him.

"Don't get ahead of the program..." Jake said huskily, a slight smirk on his muzzle.

At first, Tai wasn't even able to scream. Jake's fingers exploded into a fiendish frenzy, suddenly poking and probing and scratching over his armpits. It was only when they moved to his chest and skittered down to his horribly vulnerable, flat tummy that even the lack of air in his lungs wasn't enough to keep him from squealing and bursting into desperate guffaws.

Eventually, the tawny-furred boy settled into a loud, shrill scream-laugh, as his tormentor continued to prod and brush and stimulate his entire chest. The teenager was utterly merciless. Tai threshed desperately, using all the strength in his slender frame to fight against the ropes.

It got him absolutely nowhere.

The tickling teen atop him was almost in a trance. His fingers and palms gliding over the sexy, supple body stretched out below him - at last really feeling the taut flesh and shuddering muscles he had coveted since earlier that evening.

But, despite everything, Jake was not about to lose his head. Slowly, he dialed down his torment; satisfied with the wakeup call he'd given the cheeky teases. But just because he had that utter power, over the two helpless, sensual, attractive boys tied down to his bed now, didn't mean he was going to betray their trust.

No way.

Tai's screams faded into keening wails and giggles as Jake's paws became more gentle, switching back to the hellishly slow and measured torment he'd proven so good at before.

When one of those firm fingers brushed over a sensitive nipple, concealed by the cloud-like fluff on the boy's trembling chest, the kit gave a shaky gasp.

A lingering claw-tip, circling around a ticklish armpit made Tai giggle and twist to the side - where another pair of deft fingers tweaked the nipple on the other side, before assaulting the boy's ribs briefly.

With a whine, Tai bridged his spine again, pressing it into the buzzing wand. Jake took the opportunity to lower his muzzle and let a warm, wet tongue probe the fox boy's navel. It felt wonderful, tasted so good... with a devilish grin, the teenager pressed and licked some more at the kit's belly-button. Knowing it was driving his victim crazy.

By now, Tai was panting desperately for air. His head swimming, pulse pounding in his reddened ears.

Meanwhile, his dick valiantly fought against his trunks, pressing hard against the massage wand's head as he rubbed against it with tiny, almost involuntary motions of his skinny hips.

After what seemed like hours, Jake's paws seemed more like they were stroking, caressing and rubbing him than trying to make him go insane, and Tai realized how close he was once again.

And Jake wanted nothing more than to help with that.

Firmly, the teenager toyed with the kit's nipples, delighting in the ragged breathing and how every time Tai would push his chest forward. He lightly tickled over the boy's torso, occasionally probing - and once or twice lowering his head to lick - at the little button-like navel. Each time, Tai would squirm and squeak, his tummy muscles unable to decide if they should push into the contact, or retreat from its ticklishness.

At long last, Jake shifted slightly. He pressed a paw down on the massage wand, pushing it more firmly between the kit's skinny legs. His other paw roamed over the fluff-covered chest and he couldn't help himself: once more he dipped that muzzle, and this time started lapping at the kit's chest and belly, seeking out the sensitive nodes he had already tasted but of which he could never tire.

So Tai shut his eyes tight, pressing into the contact as hard as he could, shivering all over. All he could hear was his own panting and the hum of the wand pressed to his groin.

When it came at last, he wasn't prepared.

His entire body was wracked with pleasant sensations, but what came next was something far beyond. A single point of intense feeling suddenly flared up from his painfully stiff dick - his boyhood's nerves reaching overload at long last.

With a strangled cry, Tai jerked. The ropes held him fast, and the orgasm swiftly reached unbearable proportions, as he couldn't get the source of that heavenly-awful stimulation away from his member. With a yelp, the tawny kit felt his entire body tense as if trying to pull in on itself and implode - but there was no escape.

The dry orgasm tore through him like someone had attached a power cable to his penis, and he tensed and jolted sharply. His belly tensed, trying to make him sit up, curl in a ball and flail his legs, but the ropes held him fast!

After a few intolerable moments, Jake recognized the distressed whimper that escaped the kit's muzzle for what it was, and he slowly eased back. Taking the massage wand from between his young friend's legs and switching it off.

Tai shook as he flopped to the mattress like a stunned salmon. He gasped for air, still pinching his eyes shut. Jake merely rubbed at his sore stomach, and that gentle touch alone seemed to dispel the painful tightness the orgasmic spasm had caused.

"Are you alright?" Jake asked, concerned.

Tai swallowed and nodded. Exhausted after more than five minutes of non-stop tickle torture.

"You alright?" Jake asked, a slightly stunned expression on his face. "Th-that looked freakin' intense."

Tai nodded again. When he opened his eyes again, they had a dreamy, satisfied, though weary glaze to them.

Jake waited a second, running his eyes slowly over the fox kit. His fingers again moved, this time towards the waistband of Tai's green swim-briefs. With only the briefest instant of hesitation, he slipped them between the elasticated fabric and the fur, drawing them away from the treasure beneath.

Tai's furless member popped straight towards the ceiling. Jake's heart utterly stopped for a moment.

It was small, jutting out from the luxuriously soft fur of the boy's crotch, but then Tai was a small kit. Only nine and a few weeks old. Jake surmised it was probably at its fullest size at that point, a small but cute two-and-a-third inch penis, as erect as it could possibly be, with a respectable amount of foreskin neatly at the tip. Twitching and hard, yet paradoxically so soft and warm looking - and, quite clearly, very sensitive.

Jake wasn't finished yet. He took a hold of the little member in his fingertips, rubbing and kneading it like he had done on the couch earlier. It was definitely harder now, and much warmer. The flesh was pinker, a result of the vibrating monstrosity Jake had forced it to endure before. It was stiffer too, not quite as...

Tai gasped and tensed when Jake slowly tugged down on the little shaft - pulling the foreskin down to expose the horrifically sensitive head. When the teenager lowered his head, his eyes widened.

"Wait, wait!" he pleaded weakly, eying Jake with an expression that clearly showed he knew it was hopeless, and he was wasting his breath. "It's sensitive! It's sensitive!"

Jake grinned. "I know." He lowered his muzzle.

With that, the teenager wrapped his lips around the straining, twitching member. Pressing and swirling his tongue right over the tight little glans.

Instantly, Tai squealed and tensed up again. He grit his teeth in another hopeless grimace and started to shake even more intensely.

Jake had never done this before - but he had a damn good idea what to do. His muzzle slipped up and down the little cock, and he suckled hard, licking and rubbing at its length with his tongue. With such a sensitive, horny little boy as his victim, Jake knew it wouldn't take long. The young Tai wouldn't even need a second's break - and Jake was curious about one thing.

After scarcely a few moments, Tai yelped again, struggling this time not only against his bondage, but against Jake's firm grip as the alsatian forced him onward into another climax.

He stiffened as his privates suddenly burned with a second orgasm that then flushed through his whole body; having just recovered from one, it was intense. It made it different, almost painful but not quite. It burned, icy-hot, much like a cold drink after many mints, nigh unbearable. But it didn't stop! Jake kept going!

Tai shook, his legs trying to kick reflexively, his features screwed tight, as Jake pressed on. He couldn't move an inch! Before the first post-climax orgasm had even begun to fade, the kit felt another building... atop its raw, sensitive foundation. But his traitorous penis stiffened yet more, pressing into the canine's muzzle and his entire body tensed behind it - as if trying to make it happen!

"Nyeeeeii!" he managed to squeak before it hit. Once again, he could neither move nor think as every nerve in his lithe form was overwhelmed. He tensed all over, pulling sharply on the ropes. An explosion of burning, searing intensity burst from the very tip of his raw little member and rushed through him, washing away almost every ounce of awareness with it with its hot, electric waves.

He twisted, squirmed and arched his back, his leafy eyes rolling back in his head.

Finally, when Tai thought he would either die or go crazy, Jake stopped. When he pulled away, tongue grazing the underside of the throbbing penis, Tai sobbed.

He felt like he was about to cry, so overwhelmed and tired was he. But he kept it at bay, his heart-rate slowly coming back down.

Jake pulled back. "Uh-oh," the teenager said, looking almost dazed. "Are you okay, Tai? Hang on! I'll get you loose."

"T-Tai?" Mike squeaked. "Are you okay?"

Tai held his breath for a moment. "I'm okay," he said in a small voice.

"C'mon, here we go," Jake said, freeing Tai's wrists and pulling back. "Are you alright? I'm sorr-"

But the youngster simply pulled himself forward, slowly wrapping his arms around the teenager's waist. He nuzzled into Jake's rust colored fur.

"That was awesome," he said, his voice hoarse. "It was kinda crazy though."

After a puzzled moment, Jake laughed. "I'm sorry, Tai." The teen shook his head slowly, squeezing the slight-shouldered boy in an embrace. "Mike told me to do that. Did I do good?"

Tai nodded - his muzzle still pressed into Jake's flank. "Wooooow... unhh."

"I think that was three," Mike managed to whisper, awed.

Jake sighed. "You had me worried for a moment there." Another comforting squeeze later, and Jake slowly pushed Tai back to the mattress. "Lie there a sec and recover, okay? I'm gonna free you."

The nine-year-old suddenly shook his head. "Nuh... not yet."

"... Huh?" Jake blinked.

Tai wriggled slightly, his little boner still poking upwards. "Tie me up again?" he asked shyly, averting his green eyes.

Jake could only stare.

Without even realizing it, his paw drifted to his boxers and lightly touched his own boner.

Oh, holy shit, he couldn't believe these two...

"I-I..." he stammered. "Uh, not for now, Tai. Besides, I might need your help with your brother."

The older fox boy simply licked his lips, breathing loudly. "S-see?" he teased, smirking. "I told you he liked it."

Jake scowled over at the cheeky fox, slipping off the bed to undo the knots holding the other vulpine's ankles together. "Mikey," the teen growled ominously, "that was mean; I trusted you."

Mike's eyes widened. "But I-! I didn't mean it like that! He really does like it, he gets me to do it! I just wanted you to make him feel-!"

"Oh, Mikey, don't even bother." Jake sighed, cutting the boy off. "You're screwed, dude. If you think Tai was in trouble there, you're gonna need a new word for what I'm gonna do to you."

As Tai slowly pulled himself to the center of the bed, stretching out his stiff limbs and using his feet to push his briefs fully off his legs, and Jake got up to go to his closet, the powerless Mike stared in genuine worry. Watching the semi-nude adolescent and scrunching his fingers and toes in futile anticipation.

Somehow, he knew that Jake - and his brother - weren't truly angry with him. But something bad was still about to happen. Jake was going to make him pay for years of teasing.

After a second, Jake swept over to the bed again and hopped onto it. Within a second, he straddled the helpless Mike, dumping some clothes just above the cheeky little athlete's head. "Lucky for you," Jake grunted, unable to keep a smile off his face. "you're too hot to stay angry with."

Mike snorted a laugh, lidding his eyes as Jake brushed at his collar-length head-fur. "Y-you guys aren't angry at me? Right?"

"Eh." Jake shrugged. "I still got years of your crap to get you back for. Especially that time we were getting changed here for the pool-party." The teenager settled heavily onto his next victim. "So you're screwed either way, buddy."

Someone hijacked Mike's tongue. "D-do your worst!"

Jake's smile got wider, and he lowered his head until his nose was almost touching Mike's. "Okay. How many d'ya think you can take like that, huh?"

Mike swallowed, feeling a powerful tingle beginning somewhere deep in his belly. He wriggled slightly, again enjoying the feel of being pinned by the bigger teen; suddenly, he realized this was exactly how Tai felt when they played like this. It was intimate, warm, and even made him feel safe in a way, but still had that excitement, that thrill that he sought so desperately. He felt safe and sheltered, yet excited by the submission and control. "N-not many," he answered honestly.

Swallowing, he tore his eyes off the teenager's face, directing his gaze downwards. Along the lengths of their bodies. His swimming trunks had a definite bump in them, and he knew why; he could feel it straining and tingling. But there was also a tent in the red tartan plaid boxers on the heavier hips that pressed down on his.

"Are you gonna-?" Mike breathed. Not wanting Tai to hear. "Do you wanna-? Uh. In my...?"

Jake frowned in bemusement. Then he blinked. "No." He shifted slightly. "Besides, I'm too big for you. Way too big."

"How d'you know?" whispered Mike, looking up at the older male with sober eyes. "Won't know if we don't try."

"No. It's not happening." Jake's voice was firm. But then he smirked. "Wait a second. How would you know, huh? What kinda stuff have you been looking up?! Gotta keep you away from the internet. Geez."

Suddenly, Mike's face burned and he looked away. "Aw, shuddup."

But Jake simply held up a strip of thick cloth: a thick, winter scarf. "You first, Mikey. I liked your advice earlier - I think I can manage a gag and blindfold, don't you?"

Mike froze. His eyes widened. "Oh, crap."

Yet Jake simply smirked even wider. "And you know the best part? When you're gagged, I don't have to worry about how loud you're screaming."

Mike shot a worried look over at his adoptive brother, who was just quietly watching. The tawny kit scooted a little closer, his eyes wide open and mouth ajar - and one paw lightly fingering his exposed little member.

No, Mike was gonna get no sympathy from Tai. The younger boy was eager to see him suffer through his turn.

Something plunged all the way to the bottom of Mike's uneasy, youthfully muscular stomach, high-fiving that weird, glowy-tingling feeling that was already sitting down there. "W-wait..." he mumbled. Embarrassed.

"What's up?" Jake titled his head slightly. "You still comfy?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." Mike licked his lips. "Can I see...?"

Jake paused, looking down at his young friend. Expressionless. After a second, he swallowed and looked down at his own erection, easily tenting the soft cotton of his loose underwear - a total contrast to the straining little package situated just below it.

The teenager nodded slowly. "Alright."

"Y-yeah. Come on. You can see ours."

"I know." Jake gave an abashed little chortle. "I just... Guess I'm a little shy."

Mike shot him a withering look. "You just sucked on Tai's dick. You're not allowed to be shy."

"Shh!" The teenager winced. "Oh, that's it. You're dead."

But Mike just giggled, squirming slightly. "Bring it on."

Almost immediately he regretted saying that. Jake's eyes narrowed as he slipped off to the side, reaching for his boxer's waistband. "Tai..." murmured the alsatian. "Believe it or not, Mike's even more ticklish than you are."

Tai's ears perked. "Really?" he asked. "He always beats me in tickle-fights cause he's bigger."

"Well, now he's tied up. Time for some revenge, huh?" The teenager grinned. "Alright. Don't laugh, or I'll kill you. Literally."

With that, still kneeling on the bed, Jake pushed his boxers down.

Simultaneously, both the kits gave an impressed gasp. Freed at last, Jake's turgescent erection jutted out well over six inches, stiff as a railroad spike; even Jake had to blink in surprise at it. He had been forcing himself to neglect it for almost half an hour now. It was as hard as it had ever been.

"Whoaaa..." Tai exhaled, his voice still a little hoarse and wispy. His green eyes were wide in appreciative shock, and he blinked at quite literally the biggest penis he had ever seen with his own eyes - not counting the porn Mike had introduced him to on the computer, of course.

"Ooookay," said Mike. "That's big."

Jake flushed deeply. "It's not that big."

"Yes it is," contradicted the brown-furred fox, his ears flat to his head. "You measure it?"

The teen flushed even hotter. "Maybe."

"How big is it?" Tai piped, unthinkingly scooting even closer. Utterly shameless in his awe.

Suddenly, Jake felt like an idiot. It was perfectly natural for the fox boys to want to see, and their reaction was flattering. "I think about six and a half."

"It did used to be really obvious in the changing rooms," taunted Mike. "When you were all skinny, too. It looked silly, hanging between your legs." Then he stared at it again. "B-but it's definitely bigger now." The kit fell silent. After a moment, he squirmed in embarrassment.

The teenager just let them look a little longer, his cheeks starting to burn. "Alright." With that, he once again straddled the bound boy; this time a little higher on his torso. Noting that Mike kept his eyes on his wagging member as he moved. "Better?"

The kit nodded, slowly eying the stiff member. Tai also scooted closer, his green eyes afire with a boyish curiosity; and lord only knew if that was all.

Oh man, what the hell had he gotten himself into?!

His cheeks absolutely blazed when Tai leaned in even closer, inspecting him carefully.

Part of him knew it was curiosity, but that was only half the story. Tai's paw was lingering down between his legs, and Mike was looking with undisguised interest. Whatever delusions of innocence Jake had once had, in spite of his own childhood memories, were pretty much dead now.

"You like it?" the teenager asked inanely. Then he smirked. "It ain't much, but it's the only one I got."

Mike just blinked a few times, then bit his lower lip. Jake somehow knew that the precocious boy wanted to ask something, though he could only speculate what it was.

"Alright," he murmured, forcing his voice to stay steady. Trying to forget he was now naked and presenting his erection to two horny little foxes - it was like something from a silly online porn story. "Okay. Where were we?" The teenager shifted, reaching over to grab the massage wand.

The brown-furred kit gasped. "Oh, man," he whined, wriggling slightly. "Right away?!"

Jake shook his head slowly. "I'm not kidding, Mike," the alsatian said, keeping his voice low and firm. "You're in trouble. Deep freakin' trouble."

The kit gawped.

But Jake silently chuckled; oh, he was going to work the cheeky kit over, but this was just a mind-game.

Gently, he rubbed at Mike's chest. Appraising the cocky boy. Judging how far he could go...

There was no mistaking it. Mike was into this. The athletic kit was breathing excitedly; Jake had to conclude the precocious fox was at least bi. More importantly, there was no trace of real fear on the fox boy's face, or anything aside from anxious horniness. Despite all the threats, he just looked excited. Just waiting for his turn to start. Apprehensive, as all but the most desensitized submissive would be, but willing.

For some reason, that did it. All of a sudden, Jake felt like all his residual guilt and doubt just evaporated, like it was a cloak of uncertainty that was blown off his shoulders by a gentle breeze.

The little jerk was gonna get it now. Jake wasn't sure if it was possible to 'lovingly' torture someone, but that's what he was about to do.

As the teenager thought to himself, Mike relaxed, enjoying the gentle paw running through his fur. He shot Tai a slightly nervous smile. "Look at that," he chimed, directing his gaze at the younger boy's boner. "It's back for more."

Tai giggled, but Jake just rolled his eyes. "Alright, enough talk from you, big mouth," he said, affecting a gruff tone. He picked up his scarf and looped it around itself. With a few tugs, he knotted it in the middle; the scarf was heavy and thick, made of wool, so the knot was sizable. "Open up, Mikey. Time for your turn." Keeping his expression serious and commanding, the teen pressed the thick knot to Mike's muzzle, trying not to laugh at how the kit's eyes suddenly bugged. "I'm waiting. C'mon, do as you're told."

With a quiet gulp, Mike slowly opened up. Wasting no time, Jake slipped the knot past the kit's pinkish nose, forcing it firmly into his muzzle. Pulling the wool under the kit's head, he started to tie it - tightly, but managing to avoid snagging the kit's relatively long head-fur.

Once the knot was tight, Jake paused, meeting the helpless boy's eyes. Gently, he touched Mike's cheek with a paw, running it along the side of the cocky kit's face.

Spacing out for a moment, the teenager found himself just absorbing the younger male's features. Running his eyes appreciatively over the delicate face, and neck, and shoulders. Tenderly, he pulled his fingers through the boy's collar-length, wavy head-fur, teasing the trendy fringe a little. It felt surprisingly soft and smooth; not quite like satin though. Lighter.

Mike's eyes drooped shut. He lay still and enjoyed the attention. Jake was certain he felt a shiver pass through the warm, almost naked body beneath his own. It made him go weak all over... but not too weak to double check the impromptu gag and the ropes one last time.

Once more, he shuffled back and glanced over the chestnut furred fox boy. This time, the subject was immobilized and unable to say a word as the teenager's hungry eyes crawled over him. Making him squirm as if the torture had already started.

With a will of their own, Jake's paws moved. A powerful desire to explore his willing victim's body, as he had done with his younger friend, to take advantage of the situation, had seized him, and he saw no reason to deny it. So he slowly rubbed over Mike's exposed torso, from chest to belly and over the pointy bones of the kit's shoulders.

It was clear that Mike was a little athlete. Both he and Tai were incredible, as far as Jake was concerned. They were cute, lean, and athletic. Jake could really feel the toned muscle behind Mike's flat, sexy stomach. One would have to get his clothes off and in a position like this to really appreciate Mike's fit form. Not that it was that hard to convince Mike to ditch his clothes.

The benefits of taking sport so seriously, Jake mused, gently touching the kit's flank. Tai had been similar, though obviously much smaller and skinnier - even that shy little dude had gotten a lot fitter since moving in with his adoptive family. His tummy had been just as nice.

It was going to be interesting to see how the two grow up together.

As his torturer thought to himself, Mike mumbled aloud, likely nervous. His eyes were wide and concerned again - waiting for his ordeal to truly begin. Jake just smirked and continued feasting his eyes on the athletic specimen beneath him. With satisfaction, he noted the little bump was still straining against the slick swimwear around the kit's waist.

God, even he couldn't get hard for so long, or so easily. At least not normally - tonight seemed to be an exception.

"Oh," Jake muttered. "Almost forgot." He reached over and picked up another pillow, pulling off the case and folding it along its length. "Can't forget the blindfold, can we."

Beneath him, the kit stilled. But Jake wasted no time - he simply tied the folded pillowcase around Mike's head, tying a knot after clearing away the boy's medium length hair. Mike's protest was a vague, uncertain whimper.

Tai inhaled raggedly, fidgeting. Catching his eye, Jake shot him a thumbs up and a grin. The tawny kit smiled broadly, a burst of nervous energy making him wriggle his toes and shiver.

Oh, this was going to be just too much fun...

"Let's see," Jake mused aloud. He lightly poked the bigger kit's navel. "There's two of us here, and one tied up, horny jerk that needs to be taught a lesson. A big lesson. Tai, I might need your help here."

"Huh?"

Now he reached down to lightly brush the soles of Mike's paws. Instantly, the ten-year-old squeaked and tried to pull against his ropes - they didn't budge. "I think we should share him." Jake winked. "How about you take the legs and feet?"

"Mrrkkff!" whined Mike, his fingers and toes suddenly curling.

"Shh, Mike. I was talking to Tai." Jake almost laughed. "How does that sound? Good?"

Tai giggled and slipped even closer. "Yeah! Awesome!"

"Hrm." Jake tapped his next victim's paw again. "He can still... Tai, get me one of my shoes, please?"

Tai bounced off the bed and grabbed one of Jake's black skating shoes - wide, flat soled, and with a strange configuration for its loose, black lace. When he handed it to Jake, the teen instantly started tugging on a knot hidden behind the shoe's 'tongue.' In seconds, he was unthreading the flat, nylon cord and pulling it out.

The observing kit wasn't baffled for long. Jake reached down and seized Mike's big toes firmly. By the time Mike realized what was happening, his pathetic whimper and attempt to curl his toes was too little, too late.

Ankles tied together wasn't enough, Jake had realized. So he tightly bound the barky-furred kit's biggest toes together using his soft, strong shoelace. With the remainder of the long string, he looped around and through the ropes encircling the bony ankles, pulling the toes up towards them - with a tight cinch, Jake was satisfied. He let go.

"Mrrhh...!" Mike wailed, trying to twist his feet, to cover his soles, scrunch his toes... but a mere shoelace had taken away virtually any movement down there. "Mhh, fhhk!!"

"There we go. Don't swear, Mikey." He scrabbled his claws over the kit's soles for just a second. The resultant scream was heavily muffled, and despite every muscle in the boy's body tensing, the paws simply didn't move.

Mike started squirming, trying to dislodge or loosen the knots around his big-toes. Jake simply rechecked them. "That reminds me. Mikey, if any knots come loose, I'm just gonna retie them, remember? And then we start again from the beginning." He smirked. "So try not to struggle too hard. It might just make things worse. You never know."

The shuddering whimper was adorable and erotic at the same time.

Tai made his own little sound too. "Oh man!" he breathed. "That looks so cool."

"Wouldn't be thinking that if it were you, I bet." Jake dusted his paws. "So. Take your time. Don't go crazy and tire yourself out - we're working little Mikey over, remember. So those paws are all yours, Tai. I've got the rest."

The kit nodded and slipped closer, a look on his face more akin to being given his Christmas presents a month early. He lay on his side, settling in closer to his brother's stretched out limbs. Enthusiastically, he hugged the older boy's long legs to himself, and draped one of his own over them.

Inspecting the two helpless paws held securely right in front of his face.

Jake sighed - after his earlier revelation, he had wanted to enjoy those paws too. But he had to share, and he had specific plans for the top half of his would-be tormentor. "Oh well!" he said aloud, pushing the massage wand between the chestnut colored legs, making sure the head settled nicely onto the boy's hot bump. He switched it on, and Mike tensed again. "Hope you're ready, Mikey-boy. Because if you think Tai got it bad..."

Mike actually sobbed. But the teenager ignored it, settling over the trembling kit's chest. He placed a paw in each warm, downy-furred pit... wriggling his fingers, nestling them in. Ignoring Mike's shrill squeal.

"Now then." Jake murmured, relishing the apprehensive moan. "Let's take it nice and slow. Three. Two. One..."

Beneath him, Mike was breathing rapidly, his mouth filled with moisture-thirsty wool. Beneath the pillowcase, his eyes were tightly scrunched.

Little fingers were clutching his sensitive feet, while his horribly vulnerable armpits were being gently prodded by bigger fingers - fingers he knew were good at what they had planned.

'Oh shit,' he thought to himself. 'No, no, no! I'm so screwed.'

Once more, that vibration had flooded his crotch, making it crawl with pleasant feeling. All he could do was writhe in hopeless anticipation, grinding himself against the buzzing ball through the slick material that was the only protection he had!

"... Go."

No, no, no! "Mnhh!!"

Immediately, he felt the feathery touch of his adopted brother on his paws, starting off with a slow and torturous pace. He squealed into the makeshift gag and tensed, trying in vain to scrunch his toes, but Tai was obviously not bothered.

But when Mike felt those bigger, gentle fingers slowly and inexorably invade the downy fur of his underarms, even before they'd really started, he clawed at the bedsheets. A startled curse escaped him, but it came out as nothing but a muffled gasp.

Just as Mike felt a glimmer of hope that they'd be going easy on him, he felt Tai snuggle in closer, pressing his naked body against his victim's, and those little fingers started to focus right under the ball of Mike's foot-paw, targeting what was easily his most sensitive spot. The littler fox fluttered his silky touch in spirals over and around there, occasionally teasing right down the bigger boy's arch. Mike gave another keening wail and tried to squirm some more, but was again dashed by the tight ropes.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! When the heck did he get so good at-?!

Tai merely giggled, masterfully tormenting both Mike's paws now.

Mere moments into the younger kit's surprisingly adroit, slow-paced torment, Jake began to run his own fingers through the soft fluff under Mike's arms at a maddening pace. The keening wail got louder, and eventually disintegrated into a muffled giggle as Mike scrunched his eyes tight shut and tried to buck in earnest!

Blind to the world, Mike felt a sudden sense of dread. He couldn't see, he couldn't speak and he certainly couldn't escape. Jake was really going to go to town on him like this, he could feel it. It would start slow, but Jake wasn't going to stop until long after Mike had started begging for mercy.

A thrill wracked the bound kit, and he felt his little member strain against his swimwear and the vibrating torture device pressed against it. Knowing he was safe, and loved, and about to experience something he enjoyed, he embraced his apprehension for what it was.

Then Jake started to drag his fingers down, from Mike's armpits to the side of his taut abdomen, playing him like a harp, and the fox boy immediately howled into his gag.

He threshed uselessly as the howl once again deteriorated into laughter, and Jake didn't slow down in the slightest. The awful, spidery sensations continued, as both his tormentors settled into a routine.

Jake would slither his fingers down his torso randomly, occasionally taking the time to drill or flutter over his concave armpits, taut belly or little navel. Tai was using four fingers per paw, swirling hellish patterns from heel to toe, clearly enjoying himself, keeping his own lithe body and stiff member pressed into Mike's flank. The barky-furred boy tried in vain to escape, having trouble breathing as he could do nothing but laugh and mumble unintelligible pleas for mercy.

And the buzzing toy wedged between his legs continued its dirty, wonderful work, as Mike's wood pressed back into it with all its might. Stiff as ever.

Tensed so much he was shaking, Mike struggled and writhed some more. A pointless reflex, as a storm of feeling built up within him. The constant, varied tickling, ranging from intense torture to insidious, unbearable touching, counterpointed with the pleasurable buzzing from the vibrating beast down below that rattled his entire body... it blended together to form a truly awesome symphony. One that was slowly pushing him towards a climax he could feel building already.

Adrenaline and excitement, coupled with warmth and pleasure.

Mike had always wondered what it would be like on the receiving end, instead of being the one to do it to Tai. Without it being a scary, painful experience. He was quickly becoming a fan.

Fortunately for him, Jake started to slow down, again winding his torture down from full-bore evil to a patient, playful tease, lightly brushing and prodding at ticklish spots he'd found already from years of impromptu tickle-fights. It let the buzzing and the constant pleasure tingling outward from Mike's groin push into the foreground of the kit's awareness. Moans and chuckles blended together, muffled surprisingly well by the 'gag.'

Soon, Mike was just giggling quietly, still gasping desperately for air as he arched himself upward, tensing his groin and pressing into the massager. Allowing the feeling to build further. His toes curled and pulled against the bonds rhythmically as his adopted little brother kept up his work too.

At long, long last, Jake stopped, asking Tai to quit too. The teen reached down and pulled the massager away too, turning it off.

Mike let out a weak gasp, going limp. His eyes, rendered useless by the pillowcase blindfold, were closed anyway, and he focused on taking several deep breaths.

His dick was granite hard, desperate for more, and tingling still. Jake had stopped, leaving the helpless fox boy just a few steps from the edge.

Seeing nothing and heavy all over, Mike moaned to himself and tried to wriggle in his bonds, just to alleviate some of his anxiousness. There was no way that was it. Mike knew that, having been waiting to do this for so long, Jake wasn't going to leave it at this.

... Jake wasn't going to be happy until Mike was squealing just as Tai was.

Oh shit...

"Hmm." He heard Jake's voice again, and felt Tai snuggle up against his bound legs. "Let's see what we've got here."

Mike felt the teenager's paws rest on his flanks, causing him to twitch. But there was no sudden tickle assault; instead, Jake slowly drew his fingers down to Mike's waist. Leaving threads of ticklishness down his side. Mike giggled, even as he listened to the teen's breathing speed up.

No matter how much Jake wanted to pretend to be calm, authoritative and in control, Mike knew a little better. This was untested waters for them all, and all of them were excited, a little nervous, eager... and really turned on.

The fingertips dug under the waistband of Mike's swimwear, and the kit found himself holding his breath. Involuntarily, he tensed, and his dick twitched.

"... Are you ready, Mikey?" he heard Jake breathe. It was no taunt. The bigger male was asking permission. As if afraid to take the next step, to do what they had both wanted to do for years now.

But Mike had no fear. Not of Jake and certainly not of his own sexuality, not anymore. It was time for Jake to be as at ease as he was. That just seemed right to him.

Shakily, he nodded. He could see nothing, could say nothing, but could feel everything. This was as close to his secret fantasies as he'd likely ever get. His pulse throbbed in his perked ears, and with every heartbeat his dick throbbed too.

There was more to it than that, though. Mike, already a confident young male, was surrounded by two of the furs he trusted the most on the entire planet. A rush of affection struck him, making him smile around the gag.

He wriggled his toes happily, steeling himself.

Slowly, he felt his tight swimming briefs being pulled down, and the kit held his breath.

Soon he felt the cool air of the room rush over the bare skin of his stiff member, which sprung upwards like a loaded catapult. His swimwear was drawn down even further. until they rested at his shins.

His entire body prickled, and he knew the two others were inspecting his nude body.

Fingers started to explore his body, lingering around his abdomen and hips. Mike swallowed, trying to relax and revel in the affectionate attention.

"... Damn," Jake murmured.

... But then he said nothing.

After a moment, Mike squirmed. "Mmhht?" he asked, unable to take the suspense. Blind as he was, he was understandably nervous.

Jake sighed softly. A peculiar blend of ruefulness and contentment as he continued rubbing down the boy's body. "You remember that day?" He asked quietly. "When you guys teased me at the front door?"

The two young males nodded.

"You asked me how hot I thought you were." Jake shifted closer. "I didn't really answer properly." The teenager started to feel Mike's defenseless body a bit more firmly. "I think you're both amazing. Not just... because I'm... because you're boys, or whatever. You're both good looking dudes, okay? Could get into modeling, easy. You're gonna grow into hot guys, too. You're hot, guys."

Bound and gagged, Mike felt himself blush. Not just his cheeks, but his whole body. Tai spoke up for him, though.

"You too, Jake..." He murmured shyly.

"Thanks, Tai." Jake slipped his paws around Mike's hips, to the kid's firm backside, and squeezed. "Huh. Tai barely has a butt. It's like your legs just keep going, just get a bit more muscle-y. Not that I'm complaining either way." They snickered for a moment. "Seriously, though," added Jake. "Outta all the boys out there, I'm glad to call you guys my friends, and I know I'm really lucky." The teenager shifted, repositioning himself. "That said, I think it's time for revenge."

Mike inhaled sharply through his nose and held it.

... Oh shit...

Still, Jake rubbed and petted him firmly, no longer trying to tickle. Just feeling his bound body; but deliberately skirting around his naked member. Mike whined, unable to stop that very part of him from tensing, as if demanding attention.

But Jake was still not in any hurry. At last, he slipped his paws down and around the back of Mike's hips, holding them steady. Blindfolded, Mike could only feel the mattress move and hear the rustling of sheets as Jake repositioned himself.

Warm breath rushed over the tip of Mike's quivering dick. After a savoring moment, Jake nosed gently at it, eliciting another gasp from the bound fox boy. The teenager massaged and rubbed at his fluffy backside - coincidentally working away soreness and tension from the evening's training at the pool.

Suddenly, a few fingers lightly closed around that stiff little pole. They started to stroke it, a feather-like touch at first, then starting to get more firm. After a few seconds, Mike was panting into the gag again as his foreskin was slowly moved up and down over his sensitive tip, and those fingers started to expertly knead the shaft.

"I wanted to do this for years," he heard Jake admit. "Not the 'tying you up' part and all that jazz. But I guess you like it, and it isn't too bad..." A paw rubbed at Mike's belly again, then moved down to stroke his inner thighs, briefly brushing against his downy scrotum. "You look good like this."

A nervous chortle was all Mike could muster.

"Tai. You can do whatever you want down there, but take it slow, okay? I'm gonna 'do' him much worse than I did you, so don't distract him too much."

Those littler paws lovingly rubbed over Mike's paws now. "Okay!" piped Tai, once again hugging his older brother's legs. It felt oddly comfortable to Mike. For a moment, one of Tai's foot-paws wormed up against Mike's crotch and poked around there. Mike shivered.

"Hey, this is my part!" complained Jake, as all giggled airily. "You've got the whole thing to yourself every other day."

"Sorry!" Tai started to massage Mike's paws now, humming to himself as he mused on what to do next. After all, Jake had just given him carte blanche.

Without another word, Jake just continued with his tugging. Pleasuring his captive with a purpose.

Mike lay flat, content to let this happen. He pressed his hips up, unconsciously trying to help himself along, and he continued to pant to himself.

After only a few moments, Mike was shaken from his pleasant daze by a movement. Another rustling of sheets. And then his dick was engulfed by something hot and wet.

He squeaked and twitched, before he finally realized what had happened.

The warm, squamous thing moved agonizingly up and down several times; the wet friction making him shake and gasp urgently.

With a slurp, Jake pulled his muzzle away. But it was apparently just for a moment of thought, because Mike felt him descend back upon his dick, this time a pair of fingers holding it at the base. His foreskin was slipped down again, leaving the highly sensitive tip at the mercy of the bigger canine's smooth tongue.

It felt awesome - about as good as when Tai did it. Mike couldn't stop his breathing from speeding up, getting deeper and airier. His fingers and toes curled and he struggled weakly against his bonds. A few times, his breath caught, then came out as a short, highly pitched grunt.

Even as he tried to tense and curl them, Tai continued to caress his paws down there. The younger kit's inexpert massage felt like a kind of heaven all on its own.

But Mike could tell this was still only the warmup. If nothing else, Jake had done much worse to Tai.

Still though, it dragged on for some time. At least, it seemed to. The young swimmer fell into a daze, rhythmically moving his hips to match the slow, teasing pace of the teenager's muzzle. Jake varied what he did, too, as if testing out everything he'd ever wanted to do; tasting Mike in every way, just as he'd done to Tai.

Sometimes, he'd stop to poke and play with just his tongue, manipulating the little stone hard object with his fingertips... Blind to everything, Mike could only feel and hear. He knew Jake was enjoying himself, uncaring at this point how far or close Mike was to release.

Mike was fairly sure that Jake didn't see any need to hold back; the teenager was experimenting and deeply relishing this opportunity (though Mike didn't plan so far on having this be the last time they all played together) - because Jake had confirmed with Tai that he could just keep going if he did accidentally push Mike over the edge.

A sudden prickly chill washed over Mike.

That was coming soon.

Oh, crap, that was gonna happen to him too...!

When Jake finally slowed and stopped, slurping the entire length of Mike's shaft and tip, Mike gave a pathetic whimper. He had been close.

Jake just chuckled. Again, he started that exploratory petting, this time going all the up to Mike's bony shoulders, across the kit's flat, taut chest and stomach and to his thighs. "Sorry, Mikey..." the teenager whispered. "I never thought I'd enjoy doin' that as much as I did..." Now a paw closed around the slick, still quivering dick and pumped it a few times - not to elicit pleasure, but it seemed to Mike like the bigger male was drying him off. Regardless, the sensation made him kick - or try to. "Don't worry. I'm not done yet."

After a few more moments of intimate petting, Jake moved. He pushed off the bed and got up, leaving Mike in the loving, perverted embrace of his younger brother - who gleefully snuggled those legs, rubbing his own against them, pressing his body to them, including his own little member, without an ounce of shame remaining.

Worried, Mike whined. He didn't like this! He couldn't see! What was coming now?!

He squirmed, fighting his bonds. Embracing the mixture of fear and excitement that suddenly became too much.

Despite what happened to him a few years ago, Mike found this stuff fun. But he'd never managed to get very far, or really feel emotions even half as powerful as what he wanted. Now he was genuinely tied up, utterly helpless and about to have something really awful done to him.

This went beyond the naughty tie-up games he'd done with others, the few rare times he'd managed to persuade them. Tai was amazing, and Mike thought he was incredibly cute - but he wasn't really confident enough to do this to Mike. At least not yet.

Tonight was something very new. It was so utterly different, so powerful. So amazing.

The mattress bounced slightly when Jake hopped back onto it, and instantly Mike held his breath. Whatever he gone and gotten or done, he was about to tell him. Hopefully.

"Oh, don't worry, Mikey," taunted the teenager, who scooted close yet again. "It's just some lube."

Mike relaxed. "What?" Tai asked from down near his feet.

"Slippy stuff. You'll see." Jake chuckled. "My mom and dad don't know I have this. It's good. You'll see. Well, Mike won't. He's not seeing anything."

Mike grumbled into his gag. "Hmh. Hmh."

"Yeah. Ha-ha. Laugh while you can, little perv." There was a pop, like the sound of a toothpaste tube being popped open. After a moment, Jake's paw closed around Mike's stiff preteen member. This time, it was thickly coated in a cool, slick substance which was quickly rubbed over it.

Just those few seconds of wet, lubricated contact were enough to make Mike gasp and squirm - wow! He'd heard of lube before, and the real thing was a lot better than the moisturizer and other assorted random things Mike had tried to use before...

"Mike, I'll be honest with you..." Jake's tone was light, with an undertone of mockery. "I can't do this to myself. I can't make myself do it. The feeling is just way too strong. But you're tied up, so, you know, too bad."

Again, that chill.

"I used to love doing it when I was your age, but I could only manage a few moments, not until I came. I think I managed once... It was pretty crazy. You'll see." Jake slowly pumped on Mike's overeager dick. Slowly and firmly, as if massaging it to even greater stiffness. "You can't stop me, and I won't stop for you. Just gonna have to grin and bear it like coach says. I'm just warning you. "

As the words sunk in, Mike let loose a curious whimpering curse. His stomach whirled like he was leaping from the high board.

"And I don't know when I'll finish either." Jake gave a completely insincere sigh. "Ah well. You're gonna be squirming a lot. Making some noise. We'll ignore you though."

By now, of course Mike couldn't help it - his dick was like a little erect spike, helpless within the slick fold of Jake's paw, twitching involuntarily. It felt amazing, and Mike felt himself edging closer to finishing once again. After minutes of teasing, he was on edge.

Like so many characters in those stories he'd read since he was shockingly young, Mike found himself desperate for it. He was so close to orgasming, feeling that pleasant fire, and so worked up, wanting it so, that he didn't care about much else.

But Jake's mocking warning wasn't a joke. That subtle undertone of apprehension again worked its way into the emotional cocktail the horny kit was experiencing.

"Okay, Tai." Jake's voice was husky now. "You can do whatever you want down there. Go wild."

"Okay." Tai's voice was oddly unconcerned. Mike felt it was inappropriate - after all, he felt like he wanted to spring to his paws and run for the hills. Unfortunately, he was tightly bound to a bed, in easy grabbing range of a much bigger male.

He felt the teenager lean closer to him, and he held his breath. "Mikey," Jake whispered. "Just telling you. You're a sexy little cutie. And I've always loved you like a brother - or more. I'm sure you're gonna love this."

Mike gulped.

Slowly, the paw tugging on his dick changed grip. Jake repositioned himself again, and Mike shivered helplessly as he felt the teenager's fingers slowly pull down his foreskin. Exposing the taut, fleshy head of his member to the air again. Jake held it in his fist, holding it still and exposed.

Mike gasped as he felt another cold dollop of lube on the tip of his dick. A single digit, started to swirl it over the head.

... Suddenly, a wet, soft object swiped at his foot-paw and he yelped. "Ahmmh!" he chortled, shaking his head.

Humming a jolly, hyperactive tune, Tai proceeded to ignore his brother and lick again at the paw, getting a similar reaction. "Hm. Tastes like chlorine! Yech."

A few small fingers scratched at the other paw, and Mike giggled.

Oh hell no, the little jerk wasn't really going to -

Another swipe of the tongue, this time much more drawn out, made the brown-furred kit laugh and try to wriggle his toes.

It felt weird!

The palm of Jake's hand slipped onto the top of Mike's dick - pressing against what the kit had always called his "mushroom." Slowly, it made short circles, rubbing as much of the sensitive surface as it could as Jake spread the extra lube over it.

It took only a few seconds for the constant sensation to build in intensity. Jake made sure to rub around and over the kit's urethra, and each time he did, Mike's bodied tried to kick. After gritting his teeth - or rather, biting his gag - for a few seconds, he had to yelp.

He hadn't felt anything like this, and Jake had only just begun. Mike had been playing with himself since he was six, and this was something new.

The teenager kept the motion slow at first, and Mike gasped and squirmed, surprised at the strong feeling. It was like what he sometimes did to Tai, making the younger kit squirm and kick with just his fingers, daring him to sit still through it - and he usually did his best. It was strong, but pleasant.

Jake paused for just a second. Then he started to move his palm in those short circles again, rubbing over and around the top of Mike's hopelessly stiff penis. Reaching a steady, consistent speed that was not that fast, but as Mike's entire body stiffened and he yelped again, he realized that it didn't need to be any faster.

The sensation started to become unbearable almost immediately, straddling the line between pleasure and pain.

It only took a few more seconds for Mike to grasp his situation. The polishing motion, the friction, was making him more and more sensitive, but his dick continued to strain and push into it. He wailed aloud, trying to squirm free, but he was held perfectly still.

Slowly, the horrible, persistent motion started to turn his dick into a raw nerve. His urethra would pulse with an almost stinging feeling each time the teenager's horrifyingly skilled paws slipped over it, and the area just below it on the underside was almost as bad.

Mike kicked uselessly, his cries becoming airless gasps as Jake just pressed on, scrunching his eyes tightly. His abdomen tightened beneath his fur, aching from the uncontrollable spasms that started to wrack his body.

"Oh shit!" he tried to squeak, but it came out as a muffled, high-pitched complaint. He tried once again to pull away, but Jake had bound him too well. Tai, also, clung to his legs, brushing away at his helpless paws; seemingly unaware of just how distressed his adoptive brother was getting.

"How's that feel, Mikey?" Jake's voice, shaky and quiet, floated to his ears. "Really strong, huh?" Mike could only give a strange, keening sound. "Just let go, little buddy," Jake whispered.

Despite it all, Mike found himself shivering at those words.

Jake continued, and as the sensation started to grow even stronger, Mike finally found his voice. He wailed aloud, half moaning, almost crying. He tried to beg the teenager to stop, but the mumbles were utterly incoherent. Jake continued still, polishing away at the unbearably raw bundle of nerves that Mike's tip had become. Holding the stiff, rubbery organ firm. The slick lube granting enough lubrication for it to remain consistent and smooth, but enough friction for Mike to feel every frazzling nerve-ending.

Overwhelmed, Mike felt it coming but could do nothing to stop it. His resistance was gone already, and it was like trying to hold back a train - impossible, unstoppable. The ten-year-old fox boy orgasmed dryly. It blossomed out from his dick almost painfully and he squealed aloud, his entire body tensing.

He arched his back involuntarily, pushing into the torturing teen's paws, his eyes rolling behind his tightly shut eyelids. His muscles tensed and locked in a shuddering spasm.

But Jake continued. The previously unbearable sensation only got worse, and the orgasm prolonged, smashing all coherent thought to pieces, until Mike trembled and squealed his way to a second unstoppable climax.

As if blissfully unaware of the distress he was inflicting on the cub, Jake continued still. Rubbing almost the entire surface area of the kit's glans with those short, quick and firm motions of his paw. Ignoring the muted whimpers.

It felt like sparks, a constant burning storm at the tip of his little cock. Like it was one big nerve, it was so raw and sensitive, and Jake was aggravating it like a sore. But each time he did, it sent a bolt of electricity right down his quivering, stiff little dick.

Just when Mike felt he was about to faint, Jake slowed and stopped. With a desperate sob, Mike twitched one last time and fell still.

Still bound and dazed, the kit's brain slowly swam back into regular awareness. His dick tingled still, and powerfully, like the debilitating pins and needles he sometimes got in his leg, and he was exhausted, but that wasn't all he felt.

The warm body of his adopted brother still clung to his legs, just holding him now. Over his chest and abdomen roamed the two paws that had before been driving him to insanity. He took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.

"It's alright, Mike, it's over."

Another sigh. Mike blinked, cracking his eyes open. The makeshift blindfold was still on his head, so he shut them again. He tried to swallow, his muzzle dry from the gag.

"How was that, Mikey?" The teenager chuckled. "Good?"

Almost automatically, Mike found himself nodding.

"I figured these were the kinda games you two played, from how Tai was getting me to tickle him before. Also, revenge." The mattress shifted, and Mike heard a click. Then those paws reached around the back of his head and undid the gag, then the blindfold. "I used to do stuff like this too... but never had someone to tie me up and do it for me."

The room was softly lit. Jake had turned down the lighting even more, for which Mike was grateful. He swallowed again, trying to generate some saliva. His muscles and joints felt sore, from his constant tensing and bondage.

"I-it's really strong..." croaked Mike, lifting his up to scan the room. "Sh-shit..."

"I know." With a malicious grin, Jake lightly tugged on the kit's still erect penis, earning an immediate outcry. He just grinned wider at Mike's stunned expression. "It's gotta be a lot worse when someone just keeps going like that, huh? C'mon, Tai, let's get him free."

Together, they undid the knots. Jake bade the brown-furred boy to sit still, helping him bring his shoulders down slowly, easing out the tension.

"Seriously, Mikey, are you alright?" the teen asked, helping his younger friend sit forward.

"Y-yeah." Mike smiled. "J-just... it's sensitive."

Blinking, the teenager's expression became incredulous. "You guys really like this stuff, don't you?" he demanded. "Both of you! You do! Even what I just did! I bet you do it to one another! That's why Tai suggested it like this; you like to be tied up and put through this stuff."

"And tickled," added Tai. Grinning. "That's fun too."

When Mike and Jake looked back at him, the skinny fox was pulling himself upwards to sit "Indian-style." A far cry from the shyness Tai had exhibited when Mike first met him, afraid to let someone see him nude in the changing rooms, the nude kit barely even seemed aware that he was displaying his still rock hard member to them. It stuck upward at a forty-five degree angle from his exposed groin, and he didn't seem to care or notice.

Emboldened by everything that happened, Jake smiled and reached out. Lightly, he brushed over the little spike, then laughed as Tai shivered and shut his eyes, utterly accepting. "You guys are unbelievable... and I thought I was getting you back."

"You did..." Mike raised his eyebrows. "Trust me. Th-that was... Whoa." Gingerly, he reached out to touch himself, trying to rub away the remaining tingles. Part of him couldn't believe what he'd just experienced. The sensations were disturbingly powerful, and he had been completely helpless.

Jake had stopped at just the right time. Any more, and it would've been sheer torture. But, deep down, Mike hadn't wanted it to stop.

Some time passed as the three youths just processed what they done, what they had partaken in. Absently, they shifted together, sitting close. Everything felt right, though so very new.

"Alright guys." Jake bit his lip. He looked thoughtful momentarily. "I think it's time for bed."

"Aww!" Tai complained.

"You have to get early guys. Mike has to get there early for registration and warm up." The alsatian stood, and his own erection waggled in the air before him. All three of them noticed it, and the teenager smiled sheepishly. "Uh. Yeah."

Mike looked up, slightly shy. "Um... want us to-?"

The teenager smiled wanly. "Not yet, Mike..." he said, plucking his plaid boxers from the bed. "I dunno if I'm ready for that. Or if you guys really are, either. It's different. To me." He slipped them on, covering his groin, although they tented noticeably.

Mike sighed, disappointed. The kit was eager to experiment, and didn't want to miss this chance. Tonight had been a special night.

"... Guys..." Jake sighed. "You're like my little brothers. You're like, my closest friends, weirdly. I think you guys are really hot, and I'd do anything just to be able to do this stuff with you all night." The teenager leaned in and touched his nose briefly to Mike's, then reached out and brushed back Tai's long head-fur. "But I also don't wanna ever hurt you. Don't want you guys, like, to think back in five years and think I- Just... You know I wanna do what's right for you. I love you guys."

"We know." Mike muttered, flushing slightly. "I love you too."

Tai bit his lip and looked away.

"Uh-huh. And that's why..." Jake straightened. "You're going to bed. Now. Mike, you know you've got a swim-meet tomorrow. You gotta be rested and there for registration and warming up. It's half-past eight. Let's get you guys ready for bed. If you're not asleep for nine it'll be too late."

"Awww!" Mike moaned, but his eyes fluttered sleepily.

"Come on. I've gotta be the responsible babysitter now at least." Jake slipped off the bed and stretched without thinking - his long, lithe teenaged body reached straight up, taut with muscle, and his sizable stiffy still poked outward prominently. Of course, the boys giggled, setting him off too. "Come on, guys," he chortled, resisting the urge to cover up. "Nothing you haven't seen before. And you're nude too."

"And loving it!" chimed Mike, slowly inching his way off the bed too. "Unh. Wobbly."

"You guys are freakin' teases, even now. I guess I didn't torture you bad enough." Jake slipped back into his underwear.

Tai slipped down the bed, grabbing his swimming briefs. "N-no, you did," he said, voice shaking.

"Come on, boys. Jammies on, under the covers. The spare bed is set up - told my parents you guys were cool to share a bed."

"Aww! Can't we sleep in here with you?" Mike asked hopefully, shooting his older friend a puppy-dog look. "It'll be warmer in here."

"No," Jake laid a paw over the dozy cub's shoulder and guided him towards the door. "Last time you slept in my room, you didn't go to sleep for hours. Besides, my parents might find it weird."

"They won't care. I've slept in your room before. We've known each other since I was six."

"Doesn't change the fact you need to sleep properly. The three of us won't fit comfortable in here. C'mon, not this time, guys. Bed-time."

With another groan of discontent, Mike let himself be walked to the door. He stumbled a few times, but Jake held him up. The kit reached up and squeezed the teen's black furred paw briefly. "You promise you'll be awake before I go tomorrow?"

"I promise."

"Can you please come to the meet?" Mike slowed and stopped, looking up at his older friend while Tai fell in line beside him.

"Sorry, Mikey... I'm working in the morning - as if anyone ever orders pizza before ten." Jake sighed. "Come on man, you really need to sleep right the night before a meet. You ate with your dad, right? Stocked up on some carbs? Don't hit the water with a full stomach."

"I did, yeah. But this is why I want you to come..." Mike wilted slightly. He looked down at his bare legs. "I... I'm nervous. You were awesome at this - I want you there. You taught me everythin'."

Jake gently pulled the kit around to face him and took a knee. He laid his paws on the nude, brown furred boy's shoulders. Gently squeezing the bony peaks. "Mike, listen. You're the one putting the pressure on yourself, dude. We all know this is going to be a step up in competition for you - nobody's expecting you to get first in every event. Only you're worried about what's gonna happen. You'll be fine. Take it easy and do your best."

"... I don't know, Jake..."

"Just picture it, Mike. Picture yourself winning - and just do your best. Whatever happens, we're gonna be proud of you." Jake smirked. "Listen to yourself! This isn't how ten-year-olds are meant to think! C'mon, Mikey, you're gonna destroy everybody! Like a fox-torpedo!"

Mike smirked in spite of himself, then gently pushed the older boy on the muzzle. "Yeah, right."

"You've worked hard, always have. Just try to relax and rest up, dude. You've always pushed yourself a bit too much." Jake smiled, then stood up, gently pushing on the fox kit's shoulder. "Let's go. Bed-time."

"... Alright." Suddenly, Mike grinned. "Baron von Boy-Torturer."

"Keep it up and it's gonna be a lot worse next time..."

******

It was over two hours later when Jake heard a knock on his door.

Bemused, the teenager laid aside his book and frowned. He was lying in his plaid boxers on top of his sheets; his parents had gotten back an hour ago, but had gone straight to bed. "Come in?"

The door swung open silently, and a bare, white-furred paw stepped onto his carpet. "Jake?"

"Tai? What's the matter?" The teenager sighed. "It's ten o'clock, man."

Avoiding eye-contact, Tai braved a few steps closer to the messy bed. "I can't sleep."

"How come?"

"Just can't." Tai shifted on his paws. Once again, the slender boy was clad in just his pajama pants. "Can I come in here with you?"

"I suppose so."

The kit walked a few steps closer, and stopped at the side of the bed. "Um, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, what's up?" Jake straightened up, adjusting his pillows. "Is Mike asleep?"

Tai nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. "He's exhausted. It's really hot in that bed, and I didn't want him to wake up, um, from the heat..."

"You don't have to make excuses, Tai," chided Jake. Then he rolled his eyes. "Come on, dude, you can sit on the bed or whatever. Don't just stand there."

Tai slipped onto the covers, kneeling down by Jake's footpaws. "Um..."

"What is it, Tai?" Jake smiled. "Come on, buddy."

The kit stared at the sheets, looking lost.

"Are you worried about Mike?"

"... A bit." Tai swallowed. "He always wants to do his best. For d-dad."

A pang of sympathy suddenly wrenched at Jake's heart. "It must be hard... getting used to calling him that."

Tai nodded.

"Listen..." Jake exhaled and sat forward. "Mike... has always been like that, Tai. He used to be really competitive when he was younger, then his attitude changed a bit. Now he doesn't try to beat the other boys in the pool - or the state average on a test. He tries to beat himself; every time he competes he wants to do well, and beat his last results. He wants to make his dad proud, but it's for himself too. That's why he's so damn dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

Jake nodded. "Yeah, to the other swimmers. There are times when Mike trains like a professional, it's crazy. He put me to shame when he was eight, and I was fifteen. I had a few state medals, but he'd be at the pool with me every day, training just as hard if not harder. He watches everything, even his diet - like, he hates sweets and soda. That's not just Rob telling him not to have that stuff, it's Mike's idea too. It's crazy."

"I know."

"Don't worry about him, Tai. He's got the jitters this time, but it'll be good for him. He does this all the time. The only pressure that's on him is his own."

"... He doesn't wanna let Dad down." Tai glanced upwards. "It's not just for himself."

"I know, dude. I got hints of that. But it just makes him try harder; he'll be fine, Tai."

The kit crossed his legs and nodded. "I know. It's just... somethin' he told me." He squirmed slightly. "But, uh, it's not that that I wanted to talk about."

"Well, what's up?"

The kit drew in on himself, his ears flattening. After a moment, he glanced up, a shy smile on his muzzle. Somehow, Jake had a good idea what was coming.

"Um, Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh... can I sleep in here with you?"

"Preeeeetty sure you heard me tell Mike why the answer to that is no. Sorry."

"But-"

"No."

Tai fell still. "... Jake?"

"What?"

"I don't... wanna sleep. Yet." Nervously, Tai scratched at his bony shoulder. "Um... can I tell you something?"

"What?"

"When we first met, I got a crush on you." The fox boy brought his knees to his chest, letting his head droop so his long head-fur covered his face. "Um. I mean, I really liked you then, and I still like you."

The teenager blushed too. "Uh, well... h-honestly, Tai? Me too. You're a good kid."

Tai seemed to wriggle just from the compliment alone. "R-really? Because, uh, I always wanted to... do stuff like what we did tonight." He stole a quick glance up, looking back down when he met the older male's eyes. "And what we did on the sofa. I know you were really scared to do those things like that. But, um, Mike and me- Uh, thanks."

"I... you wanted to - When we first met?"

Tai nodded. "I know a lot more now, because of Mike, but yeah." He stilled for a few seconds. "I think you're hot."

"Thanks, Tai... you're not bad yourself. Actually, you're amazing." Jake sighed. "Tai. You don't get it, believe me. This is really hard for me. I don't know how I should feel about what we did tonight."

"I do get it. Mike explained it to me, and he showed me stuff. I know what people say." Tai slipped a little closer. "It's mean, and it's not fair. And it makes no sense. They're dumb, and you didn't hurt us."

"... It's still not easy for me, Tai. You haven't heard all the stuff people say for your whole life." Jake's voice quavered. "You dunno what people would say about me if they knew. What kinda stuff they'd try to do. You dunno what it's like to be scared of that your whole life, even when you haven't done anything! You dunno what it's like to think they might be right..."

"But it's okay, Jakey." The kit's voice lilted slightly, trying to reassure his older friend. "And we won't ever tell, because it was our idea, and we love you! We don't want you to feel bad."

Jake sniffed. "Damn it..." He wiped at his watering eyes and managed a smile. "You're a good kid, Tai."

"It isn't fair for people to say I can't say what we can do together," Tai said, firmly but inarticulately. "I said you could do it, and they shouldn't be allowed to say what I say doesn't count!"

"Yeah... it's more complicated than that, Tai. Part of me doesn't agree." The teenager swiped at his nose. "Okay. It's alright, Tai. Don't worry about me. Is that all you wanted to say?"

Tai bit his lip. "J-Jake?"

"Hm?"

"Can we snuggle?" The kit's eyes watered too, now. "I won't be back here for a long time... and I wanna have some time with you." He paused. "Y-you and Mike should have some time too, with just you too, but when you're not worried like you are now. B-but until then we-"

"T-Tai. What do you want me to do...?" Jake felt tingly again. As irrational as it was, sudden fear gripped him again. "What're you tryin' to get me to do here?"

Excitement and hope on his features, the golden furred boy sat up on his knees, pushing his long hair back over his shoulders. Exposing his skinny, defined mid-riff and chest, as if offering it up. Jake wasn't convinced at all that it was an accident - but there was never any way to tell. "Like what we did on the couch!" his voice was soft, but tight. "Only we should snuggle."

"You don't just want to snuggle..." The teenager eyed his younger friend. "Whatever. I've come this far. You sure Mike won't wake up without you and worry?"

"Pretty sure. He's super tired."

"Come on in, then." Jake scooted back on the bed and pull the covers down, working himself under them. "We can hang out for a bit."

With a grin, Tai knee-walked forward, his paws going to the waist of his pajama pants again.

Jake saw that and frowned. "Oh no you don't," he grumbled. "That's for me to take care of."

The kit blinked and looked baffled for a moment, then he smiled. "Alright!"

With a distinct lack of grace, the fox kit scampered to the top of the bed, and Jake helped him under the covers. Surprisingly, Tai didn't hesitate, and didn't wait for an invitation - he pressed up against the semi-nude body of his babysitter, snuggling into his flank.

After pulling the covers up, Jake mentally shrugged and decided to rub the boy's shoulder and arm. "You comfy?" he asked, half jokingly.

"Mhm," the kit replied, placing a surprisingly confident paw on Jake's belly. Then he wriggled, pulling even closer.

With a sigh, Jake shifted too, getting comfortable.

"Well, what now?" murmured the teenager, leaning down to nose at the pointed ears near his chest. "Huh?"

The kit looked up at him, a satisfied, happy smile on his muzzle. His green eyes were warm and soft. Completely trusting. He squeezed the bigger male with his slender legs, affectionately rubbing a thigh over the larger, more muscular one. "Whatever you want!"

Rolling his eyes, Jake stroked down the boy's back, following the nodes of the spine until they disappeared under the elastic of his pants, just below his protruding, fluffy tail. With nary a moment's hesitation, he let his fingers pursue. "Really?"

Tai closed his eyes and nuzzled into him, breathing deeply as the teenager rubbed at his backside. Strong, adolescent fingers, kneading and running over the flat, taut flesh. "Mh-hm."

All the love and respect Jake had harbored for the slight, brave little fox rushed through him at once. A wave of adoration that filled the teen with a warm glow; and the sudden realization of the depths of the kit's trust of him had him awed.

"I still dunno what I'm doing," Jake admitted, caressing Tai's warm body, loving the feeling of it pressed against him. "But if you can trust me, I guess I can trust you, Tai..." He nosed at the kit's ears again. "I can trust myself, I guess."

After a moment, Tai suddenly twisted over, getting to his knees. The kit clambered onto Jake's hips, embracing the teen's torso and resting his head on the russet-furred chest. "I trust you," he said, posting his elbows on Jake's chest - surprisingly, it was comfortable. The kit really didn't weigh much at all. "You're my friend. A real friend."

"And glad to be. I really am." Jake grinned. He placed his paws on the kit's back, slowly, firmly walking his fingers down to his fluffy tail. Tai giggled and squirmed, his eyes opening scrunching tightly closed.

"That tickles!" he complained. "Aahh!"

The fingers crawled down until they reached Tai's waistband yet again. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"You're mine, hot-stuff."

Tai flushed, the insides of his ears turning pink. "Bring it on..."

They touched noses, recognizing a connection they had shared since that first moment. Or perhaps admitting it.

"No... not now," whispered Jake, caressing the fox boy's lithe body, running his paws over the bony shoulderblades. They were both breathing heavier, and Jake was sure he felt something pressing into his stomach. "I've got a better idea. Other sounds I wanna hear from you..."

Tai just smiled, nestling into his bigger playmate's arms.

With that, the teenager reached out and flicked off his bedside lamp, leaving the messy, clutered room lit by the mere warm glow of his nightlight.

The kit sighed, arching his back while those paws returned to their gentle roaming. "Yeah. That sounds good to me..."

******

The changing rooms were quiet. Despite the grimy, white tiles that normally amplified every sound to an unbearable, ear-bleeding racket, it was like the eye of the storm. A welcome calm.

Not a sound made it through the heavy door as it closed behind the two kits. It was early, early on the cold day of a state competition, and they had arrived well before the first match to warm up and get used to the pool, hopefully having it all to themselves.

Tai followed his older brother towards the back of the tiled chamber. The barky-furred boy had been reticent all morning, barely acknowledging his beloved adopted brother - who caught him, already awake at five-thirty, doing pushups in the bathroom.

Though he had known Mike for awhile now, and it felt even longer than it actually had been, it still surprised Tai just how mature and responsible the older boy could be. When it came to his training, he was very focused and result-driven. A far cry from the cool, confident, laid-back goofball Mike was most of the time.

The nervousness was just oozing out of Mike's fur now, though, and Tai felt sorry for him.

Was it the stress of competing away from his usual pools? The fact he was taking a step up in competition? Representing his club? Tai wasn't sure; his brother had refused to explain much and he was too shy to press him.

When Mike placed his gym bag on the bench and looked over at him, he was biting his lower lip, and his eyes looked slightly wild.

"What's up?" Tai asked, perking his ears.

"Nothing..." Mike shook his head. "I'm just a bit nervous."

"Oh." Tai stepped closer, leaning on the bench and prying his shoes off. "Are you okay?"

Nodding, Mike unzipped the bag and rooted around for his competition trunks - the same black and electric blue briefs he wore during last night's 'torture'. He lifted them out and placed them on the bench before pulling out Tai's. "I'll be okay," the ten-year-old murmured. "Just worried. I didn't train properly for this, that's all."

"You trained really hard." Tai took his swim-briefs and unsnapped his belt-buckle, pushing his jeans down without bothering with the button. "Your coach said you were working harder than before."

"I wasn't training properly through the season," Mike objected, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. "I dunno."

Tai likewise shed his shirt, then slipped out of his silky boxers. "You'll do great, Mike! You're awesome." He lightly touched the older boy on the shoulder. "C'mon, you told me to vis-visualize at my last competition. See yourself winning; gotta be confident!"

"I know..." Mike sighed and started to slip out of his tracksuit pants. "Are you comin' with me to warm up?"

"Duh, that's why I'm in here!" Tai chortled, stepping into his trunks, in no hurry. He had stopped worrying about nudity in changing rooms in recent months - it seemed silly to him now. He pulled them up to his waist and adjusted them.

"You could join the team, you know." Mike fished in the bag for his goggles now.

Tai shook his head. "I'm not any good."

"Don't have to be. Coach likes you, and he thinks you should join."

"I dunno. I have shooting. I suck enough at that." Tai smiled.

Snorting, Mike sat on the bench and kicked off his shoes. "You came second last time. You're good. Don't be full of crap."

"That's what I'm tellin' you!"

The door squeaked open, causing both the vulpines to look over their shoulders.

A cheetah boy, roughly Mike's age, had slinked in, his hair in tight dreadlocks. Tai noticed with surprise that he was missing an arm. The feline froze briefly when he saw he wasn't alone, then shot a shy smile their way.

"Hi," Tai greeted, waving briefly.

Mike did likewise. "Hey dude."

"Who's that?" Tai whispered curiously.

Mike shrugged, standing and pushing off his pants to stand nude. "He swims for another team from our rec center. I guess they're competing too."

"With one arm?" Tai was baffled.

"It's a handicapped team, or something. He's actually not bad; it mustn't be easy to swim like that." Mike snickered. "He's staring. I think he's got a crush on me."

"I'm not sharing."

"Why not?" Mike smirked archly, clearly in no hurry to cover himself up from the voyeur across the room. "I shared you with Jake. When I was asleep last night. Uhh-huh."

Tai's cheeks burst into flames, but Mike ignored him, stuffing their clothes into the gym bag and finally pulling up his competition briefs. "Have you got your goggles?" he asked.

"Y-yeah."

"Good." With that, Mike whirled around and gently wrapped his arms around the smaller fox's chest, holding them close. "Tai..."

Tai blinked, instinctively pressing into the brown-furred boy's chest and belly. "What?"

"Thanks for last night..." Mike's voice fell to a whisper.

"It's okay." Tai smiled.

"It was awesome - I could never have got Jake to agree to that. You must've really said something good to him." Suddenly, Mike grinned. "Is he still watchin'?"

Tai leaned in. "Yeah!"

"Good." Mike winked. "C'mon, let's get in the pool. The others will be here soon!"

"You're gonna do awesome."

"Nah. I am awesome; you mean I'm gonna kick ass!" Mike laid an arm over his little bro's shoulder, picking up their bag. Together, they made their way to the changing room door. "... Except at butterfly. I dunno why I'm even competing in that. I look like a drownin' walrus out there!"

They both laughed aloud, and, deep down, Tai knew it would all be alright.

As long as they had one another, it'd always be alright.

"Hey, Tai?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm gonna get you back for last night, by the way."

"... Meh."

FIN~

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