My Big Shiny Fox
#8 of Commissions by Gruffy
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Commission for Sanmer , continuing this tale of bondage and dom/sub activities.
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Robbins usually unleashed his kinkiest ideas on me during the weekends when he expected me to report over to his place for a couple of days of uninterrupted kinky sexy bondage dom fun with his favorite daddy bear, and this was no exception, as I stood behind his door, having pressed the bell, and just waited. That familiar grained door...the familiar ache in my balls that had been left unloaded for several weeks now...it was starting to get difficult to keep a count, too...the weight of the cock cage - steel this time, so that I'd feel the metal press onto my shaft whenever I moved, and indeed, heavy enough so that it flopped around with each of my moment and was quite difficult to hide, since it created a big bulge. At least I was a big bear...I could wear loose pants and shirts...lab coats helped, too.
I was so ready to pop...and I wasn't sure whether this weekend would bring relief to my frustration. It'd be just typical for Robbins, that wily fox, to just milk my prostate or something...make me watch the milk flow out of my cock without giving me the delicious, toe-curling release of an orgasm...no...he just liked me squirming...and horny...and only making me orgasm often enough that I would not forget how it felt like to be in actual control of my own pleasure. With masturbation being a thing of the past for these past few months I had submitted like a stinking slut to the fox much smaller and younger than I was...
...oh fuck, I was pent up, and needed to have sex, any kind of sex, as long as it was sex, and even if it involved kinky sex toys or sucking on Robbins' toes or whatever else that fox might come up with, as long as we'd do something sexy...maybe I'd accidentally orgasm from everything he'd do to me...it'd be hard to stop me when I suddenly started unloading...yes...it'd be worth the paddling or even prolonged chastity, whatever punishment he'd come up with...I'd be his good daddy bear...yes...
I heard pawsteps and the door into his swanky apartment was opened, showing the fox standing there in remarkably normal apparel for someone who held one of the kinkiest minds inside his head. So innocent indeed...just a simple cozy shirt...pants...bare paws...tail swishing about behind him so freely...looking up to me, because I was taller...
"Well, hello!" the fox said. "Do come in!"
I rushed into his hall like my life depended on it, and he closed the door behind me.
There was no "How're you honey?" or anything like that exchanged, once the door was closed. His tail brushed against my ass when he moved behind me, and it made me shiver in a strange way, even if the touch was through my pants. I turned to look at him, and I saw a mischievous smile over his muzzle indeed.
"I presume you are ready for everything, yes?" he spoke.
"Yes, sir," I rumbled eagerly, looking down to him, with my ears flat, to show that I was under his control, as always. "All ready."
"Excellent," the fox replied, his arms folded his chest now as he gazed upon me, "that is fine. Let's go to the bedroom. I have a little surprise for you, and I'm sure you will like it."
I could not imagine what it would be, but I found myself waddling eagerly towards his big, luxurious bedroom, wondering just what could constitute as a surprise after having so many dirty tricks played on me. It could be almost anything...I didn't even dare to guess what it could be.
I opened the door and entered his bedroom, but could not immediately see anything particular there, nothing out of place. Just his neat designer furniture, and that was it...I knew that he kept various bondage and other kinky gear hidden throughout the room, but he hadn't left anything in sight for now. Maybe he wanted to keep the tension up for a little bit longer, I thought, still gazing around when he appeared, with soft padding steps.
"Strip, daddy bear, take it all off, you won't be needing those rags for the weekend," his dangerously soft voice spoke.
That did not surprise me. I just did what he told me...taking it all off and folding it onto the bed, neatly, because he only liked me making a mess when he told me to, so now I was going to be neat daddy. Soon I was standing there, looking down at my toes while my cock tried its best to get hard inside its stainless steel cage, and failing miserably. It hurt a bit...it still did, and I knew that the fox was staring at me, likely enjoying seeing me and my locked up daddy cock, as good as useless as it was there, dangling with the little padlock quite prominently pressing onto the top.
"Good...very good..." the fox spoke, "this'll do just well...excellent!"
That sounded ominous...but nothing like the clatter of keys, when he pulled the familiar ring out of his pocket and dangled it in the air in front of me.
"You know what this is?"
"Yes sir," I rumbled.
"You know what this is?" he repeated.
"Yes sir!" I repeated, louder.
"This is your key..." he held the tiny key up, letting me get a good look, "such a small thing...could be lost so easily..."
He'd threatened throwing my key away before...it was enough to make me whimper a little, and look at him,begging.
"Yes, sir..."
"Hmm...yes..."
He stepped forward and his chocolate paw suddenly grabbed my junk, making me hiss at the indirect stimulation on my cock and the more clear one on my balls, which he had cupped into his paws and fondled while he pushed the key into the lock. It opened with a loud click, and suddenly, as his fingers worked, the cage came apart and off my cock, and I was growing hard very quickly, almost too quickly, for he had to squeeze my balls hard to stop me from boning up completely so that he could remove the steel cock ring from around my junk.
"Naughty daddy..." the fox clicked his tongue and tsked, "we'll do something about this too, of course...but before that...something else indeed...indeed...stand there, daddy, and keep your paws behind your back...we don't want them wandering, do we?"
I had to do my darnest to not just grab myself and give me some relief...it was too tempting...but playing with my fate and being locked up for months wasn't something I really wanted to experience at this point of being pent up, and hence I simply did as I was told, flexing and curling them while he deposited the open cock cage on top of the big dresser I knew to contain various toys and goodies for play.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave me a vicious look before he opened the top drawer, sliding it back noiselessly, and all I could see was red, red, red...and shiny.
Robbins put his paws into the drawer and very gently, as if lovingly he produced something very large...and very red...and heavy, by the looks of it...he wasn't struggling, but he was obviously putting some effort into lifting the very large red thing out of the drawer.
"Now, this was very expensive, so I hope you'll be showing suitable gratitude for this, daddy bear..."
"What...what is it?" I questioned, even as the fox laid the shiny object down onto the floor...spread there like a ghastly rug, soon, as I realized its fully shape there.
It was red, shiny, and as he manipulated it, I saw him open it, too, and I knew what it was for.
"It's a suit..." I said, staring at the expanses of red rubber, "all red?"
"Not quite," the fox giggled in that strangely immature way he did sometimes as he stepped away, "but you will put it on. But I suppose you need this..."
He went back to the drawers, and came back with a large bottle, which he placed upon my paws.
"Here, it's rather tight, and you're a big fat bear, you may have to grease yourself up. And none on your dick, daddy bear, I know that you might pop even from a single stroke...indeed..."
His fingered hovered so close to my shaft that I thought he might actually touch me and give me much needed relief, but that was but a dream. I resigned to even further chastity and began to grease myself up...not an easy task, for I didn't reach everywhere, but at least he had the good grace of helping me to do that, and soon I was as shiny as the rubber on the floor.
"You're ready," he said, smacking my ass with his paw and making me growl, "put that on, daddy bear."
It really was a struggle. The rubber was heavy and very tight, and forcing myself into it took some real effort. It didn't seem my legs would fit into it...let alone my ass...the zipper would probably not work...but he kept goading me, and tugging on the rubber, and soon my footpaws were poking out of the footholes, bare as they were...then my arms went into the sleeves and my forepaws popped into the open, too, with the rubber cuffs closing snuggly around them.
"Oh, very nice..." the fox was staring and rubbing his groin while I was being enclosed in the not unfamiliar material of rubber...but this was a new suit, and a special one in that, too. It was mostly red, but the belly side was white...like...
"Is this a fox color?" I asked as I struggled fitting my hips into the suit properly, which was hard with my arms stretching it to all sides as I moved.
"You're starting to pick it up," the fox grinned.
He did touch my dick then...but only to pull it and my balls out of a hole in the front that closed very snugly on me once my package was through, forcing me to be very hard and pressed against the thick rubber now covering my round belly.
"Very nice," the fox declared," and leaking like a tap..."
He held his black fingertips under my tip for a moment and brought a few drops of my nectar to his muzzle, licking and sucking on his fingers noisily.
"Delicious. Let's put you in that suit then."
He smacked his lips and stepped forward and rounded me, and spent some time with the red zipper, making me hold my breath in while he sealed me into the hot prison of rubber. I let out a huge sigh once it was closed, and figured out that at least I could breathe while wearing it, even though it did pull it even tighter on me.
"Now that does look good on you..."
There was a mirror there, and it was bizarre to see all of my own fur being hidden under the fox-colored rubber, making me look like a very pot-bellied fox with no tail...and with a really funny face, for that matter. I had a hunch that was going to change, though, because Robbins was bringing back more gear...this time, black paw mitts for my feet, which he wriggled on, and they did make my feet look like his...and then came mitts for forepaws, which were of the familiar type, for they made it impossible to use my paws for anything. They made me gaze upon my hard, throbbing cock with extra mournfulness, knowing I'd be unable to sneak in any real stroking action...
"Now, what to do with that little cock of yours...it's not exactly right yet, is it..." the fox grumbled.
That sounded ominous if ever, and when another trip to the drawer brought a strange red, shiny sleeve that was shaped like a canine cock, I knew that I was going to be enclosed into yet another form of chastity for the duration of this game.
"This is wonderful...I found this online...I've never seen anything quite like it before, and I think it's fantastic!"
He lubricated the sheath and then slipped it over my hard cock, making me grumble and try to thrust when he put it on...rolling it down so that it covered the entirety of me, and even created the illusion of a knot on the base, with its double bulge there. The opening of the sheath fit smoothly with the rest of the suit, but it didn't end there, for the fox then produced a strange tube and a black bulb, and attached the tube into the sleeve.
"This has a fantastic nifty little feature...it both seals it, and makes you extra hard..."
He began to pump, and with each stroke, the sheath became more tight over my cock, pressing onto the flesh and squeezing it, and locking it into place with sheer suction. I had no idea why the air couldn't leak into it through the little hole on the top that simulated an urethral opening...but maybe it really was a perfectly devious design. It made my cock stand out, hard and stiff, and it did look like a fox cock, combined with my new white belly and my black paws...locked ones, too.
"Very nice," he gave my new cock a poke before removing the tube, and enjoyed me helpless moan, too.
"But what else do we need here...hmm...get on all fours, I don't want to need a kitchen ladder to do the next part..."
I did as he told me to and obediently got onto my paws and knees, my back creaking as the new position was adopted...and the rubber, that smothering rubber, made so many sounds, even from such a relatively little amount of movement. I already felt sweaty inside it...and adding the lubricant jelly to that, it was slick inside there.
It did not surprise me in the least that the next thing he held was a rubber hood looking like...you guess it...a fox's head, complete with perky hears that stood up, especially once he forced it down on me...and with its snugness, it closed around my face completely...hiding my ursine identity for good once he zipped it up onto the suit, creating a perfect seal.
"Well look at that...I better take a few photos to remember this by...my very own daddy fox..." Robbins slurred, "but I still think something's missing...hmmm...yes..."
I watched him quietly as he made another detour onto the drawer, and this time held out something that at first looked like a duster, but I knew what it was, especially once I saw its large, black base, a sight enough to make my tailhole clench in anticipation.
My tail was ready, and the fox slathered its butt plug base with lubricant before he moved behind me, knelt down, and opened a zipper over the big mounds of my ass to get onto my crack.
"This is a great thing, daddy fox...it's latched from the outside, too, so you can't squeeze it out accidentally...that'd be unfortunate...yes..."
I felt lubed fingers poke against my hole, but that was all the prep I would get before the thick rubber plug was shoved into and then swallowed by my asshole, leaving me with a bushy fox tail that he secured with the zipper and a popper on the back, so that once he was done and moved in front of me again, I knew that I was complete.
His new foxy plaything for the weekend...looking up to him...obediently on all fours, staring at him expectantly with my fox eyes through my hot rubber hood, my breaths coming in huffs while my vacuum-enclosed cock throbbed desperately. Maybe I was already leaking...I couldn't tell...the rubber would not tell me what was happening outside it. I was trapped in my rubber prison that made me into his fox...and I felt oddly vulnerable, and strangely happy simultaneously. I was pleasing my real fox now, and he surely enjoyed looking at me...he hadn't stopped rubbing his cock through his pants while he looked at me there on all fours, trying to get used to my new foxy identity, and my tail, which hung between my thick legs, with my asshole and my back passage squirming around the big plug Robbins stuffed me with.
"Well that's one pretty fat fox...but I think you'll fit under my desk just fine...I have to do a little bit of reading, and I do know the perfect way to make the time fly past just like that..."
I swallowed. If this meant hours of nursing his dick while he pretended to be working on his computer, with me hidden under his desk...
...well, consider daddy bear...daddy fox to be game.
I followed him obediently on all fours, trying my best to wag my new tail by swinging my ass.
"Good boy," he ruffled my head as I went past.
I did feel like a good boy...up until he brought out the riding crop and slapped my ass.
"Hurry up, fat fox!"
"Mruff! Mruff!" I grunted pitifully.
Swat!
Swat!
Swat!
Guess he was not in the mood for anything nice and easy.