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Mythic was out of town. It sucked. It sucked balls.

Kerris drummed his fingers across the table-top of his desk, muzzle resting in paw propped up upon an elbow. His eyes stared vacantly at the dimly lit screen of his computer, pondering what he could do to pass the time. Videos were a waste of time - there was nothing new on the channels - and he'd gotten bored of games. His mind did idly cast to the thought of perhaps rubbing another load out, but he felt he'd made too much of a habit of that so by now it was more just him going through the motions. The fox sighed; why was everything so dull when that fox wasn't around?

He'd gone away for business. That was all that he'd told the fellow vulpine when he'd made the announcement a week ago. He'd be gone for a short while and that the time would fly by - that Kerris would hardly notice he wasn't there.

The fox smelt bullshit.

Everything about the home had been cleaned twice. He'd washed every fabric he could and he'd made any surface shine as though it had never seen a speck of dust in its life. The smell of acrid cleaning chemicals and bitter fragrances hung in the air like a paralysed summer breeze, having long since gone stale and now lingering in a floral fume. So it made only sourer the belief that Mythic believed he could disappear to his own business and leave the fellow fox behind to suffer the incidental loneliness - Mythic chose to leave for work, but it was Kerris who suffered most, his decision to be alone completely out of his paws.

He gritted his teeth together and huffed out a growl. Perhaps he could enact revenge somehow. It could teach the fox not to meddle with his life without consulting him first. One does not integrate themselves so smoothly with another's life if they just expect to do as they pleased regardless of the consequences. As Kerris wiped away again the smudges across the already-polished surfaces, he wondered what might just suffice as payback for Mythic's inconsiderate actions. He could always sabotage something the fox held dear, but he wanted to avoid actually physically harming his mate. There was always the potential choice of doing something embarrassing to him, like posting a picture of when the slim fox had made a mess of a martial arts move and looked silly as he toppled over onto the floor. Kerris knew he could find such videos somewhere amongst his mate's files - Mythic was too much of a nostalgia fanatic to pass them off - but he didn't have the gall to post them publically where everyone could laugh at the fox's humiliation. He was out to get back at him, but not to ruin his reputation amongst friends.

There was one other option though... but it was questionable at best.

A week ago the pair of them had been shown this gay site called 'Tails Tales'. Now, the friend who was already signed up had regarded it highly, saying he'd met plenty of good lays on the site and that he'd even met the guy he was currently dating on there. The couple had been indifferent really towards it. Whilst it had been a good source of amusement trawling through some of the clearly desperate profiles; it had stirred something within Kerris. Perhaps it was the exhibitionist within him, but he found the idea of a third member in their little couple even for just one night for them to watch as hot. There were more than enough stories on the site that illustrated such voyeuristic tales, like this one forum post by 'HornyHusky' dubbed 'The Experimenting Couple' which had seemed particularly hot. Mythic on the other side of things had appeared more interested in the sites chatroom feature, where users could meet up and talk in a free-to-use room with the potential to open up a video feed on a private room for people to come watch. Whilst the fox had never taken this interest any further other than mild curiosity, it seemed a perfect opportunity for Kerris to take a jab at his boyfriend. What better way than to expose and pleasure himself on camera to a stranger using the very function he'd been so eager to try himself as a way of making him pay for abandoning him for his trip?

Kerris didn't need to think twice about it. He logged on in a heartbeat and had begun already to pull off his clothes. His neatly trimmed form had been a trial to maintain over all these years, but as he smoothly peeled away his top he was proud of it - and he didn't doubt that anybody who'd be watching him soon enough would be too. In fact, he expected them to be drooling over him. As he stood up to tug down his pants, leaving him standing in his full glory, he ran a paw down his chest, along the ever so slightly raised grooves of his stomach and then down his navel to give his junk a firm and heavenly squeeze. His cock stirred in its sheath, wakening to the realisation it was about to see some private time with its owner. Kerris and Mythic had signed up to individual accounts each, so the older fox signed in now, his profile page for the otherwise anonymous 'MilitaryFox' blinking up on screen. He'd tried to keep the details as sparse as possible. He couldn't afford to get recognised and then called out on being lewd with his sexuality, as he and his mate both strived to live up to the unwavering glare of society's expectations of them. Kerris wasn't aware what Mythic had done with his profile as he'd kept it purposefully secret from him, but the fox assumed it was just as blank as his was. His profile picture for now were his dog tags, kept at just a distance to be unrecognisable but close enough to illustrate what they were. Already, simply by logging on, Kerris was receiving several crude messages about when his ass might be free or if his boyfriend was home and ready for a threesome. He batted them all down with cold dismissal and turned his attention to the chatrooms.

They were relatively busy, if not filled with a poor demographic. Most of them were all older gentleman, most likely sneaking a day off at home or, dare he think it, retired. Kerris didn't really want to expose himself to that kind of guy, he might have dared for someone slightly older than himself, but other than that his choices were limited. The only other users online who really fit the bill age-wise was a guy named 'Spotty' who was posting some advert about being blindfolded and home alone for some stud to come fuck him - some tiger responded to him quick enough though, so all that was left was vulpine under the username 'Kitsune'. Their profile was even blanker than Kerris's was, but if what their details said were true, he would be an easy enough match to cam with. According to the current live information about what time it is for the user, where they're logged in at and how long they've been online since logging in and then logging off, this fox was in another country, which sweetened the deal all the more for Kerris. It meant no backlash from what he was about to do - a random stranger across the globe would get to see him naked and potentially fuck himself with a toy or two for their leisure whilst the fox recorded it, their friends never finding out and only Mythic knowing the truth.

Kerris opened up a dialogue with the simple 'hello' and 'how are you', getting the same mediocre responses back. They seemed indifferent to the fox, so he upped the game, sending them a picture of the male draped lazily across their queen size bed in the master bedroom, wearing nothing but his tags and sporting an impressive erection. That quickly got a response, with Kitsune sending back a polite complimentary message accompanied by the expression that he'd love to take the fox so hard that he wouldn't walk right for a week. Kerris chuckled in real life, and so typed that familiar acronym for 'laugh out loud' - back came the winking smile reply. It was like a tango of two men, men who would otherwise be strangers in real life now communicating in arguably the only way they'd ever meet. It didn't take them long to revolve round to the matter of why they were both on the site in the chatroom. Kerris admitted to being stuck home alone and bored, with nothing to do. He omitted the 'revenge against the boyfriend' part - he could divulge that later, if it became necessary. Kitsune said he was on some workshop for his company and so was currently in his hotel room with nothing to do, stuck on a crummy laptop. It seemed their situations were ideal, and it didn't take much longer until the question of whether Kerris might put on a little show for the guy with his webcam. With an eager blush - though he could never have seen it - Kerris accepted, on the grounds that Kitsune talked dirty to him, commanding him about. He readily agreed.

The fox dashed off through the house to first fetch a few items. He rushed through his bedroom, picking out a towel and a bottle of lube from the nightstand before digging out the old shoebox from the bottom of the wardrobe; he lifted the lid and pulled out the purple shaft and heavy knot of his 'Jackhammer' dildo. It was the best of his collection, and recently the fox had taken to using it many times in Mythic's absence. The familiar shape, albeit larger size, made for a more indulgent session of alone time. It wouldn't hurt to demonstrate to a guy he's never going to meet how he can take the knot like a good slut.

He trotted back downstairs with his arms laden with goodies, moving back to the office space and laying out a towel on the floor. The chair was pushed aside and the camera angled so that Kerris could set himself a performance area, leaving the lube and dog cock to sit beside it, the purple length foreboding with the inevitable assumption it would later be resting in the fox's tight ass. With everything to the fox's liking, he sent Kitsune the message he was ready, and it didn't take much longer until the chime of an incoming call rang through his speakers. Nerves stinging like tangles of electricity through his body, the fox reached across his keyboard and hit the 'enter' key.

A new window popped up, black for the absence of a live feed, but with a symbol at the top of the screen which signified he was now live. Kistune apologised for not having a camera, but it was probably for the best; Kerris didn't want to truly know who it was that would be watching him fuck himself. In the lower left corner was a smaller rectangle, which showed a mirrored shot of the fox's study, the sight of the towel and dildo in view and lit up quite nicely. This would be the fox's reference for the show, something to keep an eye to make sure he was in shot. To the side was the instant messaging chat bar, which ran down along the entire right side of the screen. It wouldn't be necessary though; a small icon of a headset bleeped up besides the live symbol, and Kerris heard the tell-tale sound of somebody fumbling with a microphone. The battered noise continued for a moment more until a second, softer bleep was heard, followed by a harsh, gruff male voice,

"Can you hear me?"

Kerris reached across his keyboard once again and unmuted his own computer, clearing his throat,

"Yeah, is the picture okay?"

"Looks better than okay to me..." There was a slight smirk to his tone, clearly making reference of the fox's near nude self. Kerris blushed, thumbing at his jockstrap whilst he stood before the camera, "Take it off, boy. I bet you look even sexier without them on."

It was a simple enough command, so he obliged, pinching at the waistband before levering the underwear down. As he exposed his swelling sheath and flicking tail, he heard a growl of appreciation from the other side of the screen. He gave a little sway of his hips to let his watcher look on to see just what exactly he was about to get.

"Let's see that pretty rear of yours."

Kerris turned around and bent over, tail lifting up automatically on instinct and pulling apart one cheek with a paw. He felt the air fall contact to his soft pucker, normally hidden beneath his fur and buttocks, and with a lone finger he circled about the rim, biting his bottom lip as he looked back at the camera. He could see himself trace the pink outline of his hole, the sight making his knees weak as the feeling of both sight and touch combined to what he might have never seen. A smiling emoticon flashed up in the chat box, a coy little flirting encouragement for the fox to continue,

"Go on, suck a pretty finger and let me watch play with that hole, just like I would."

Obediently the fox slid a finger past his lips delicately, the digit sealed by the thin line and slowly disappearing into his mouth. He made sure to let Kitsune get a good look at it, pushing the finger back and forth inside his muzzle as though it might have been a real cock, letting his saliva coat it. When he pulled it out, the fur was matted and the pads damp with spit, the feeling unusual to him, yet familiar. He slathered up the second finger for good measure, making sure to hack up a glob of spit onto the two to smear about his hole for extra lubrication. The oddly warm saliva felt good against his rim, and as Kerris worked in in just past the ring he made not of the fumbling sounds just faintly coming from the speakers. Probably just Kitsune getting himself comfortable, cock in paw and ready to have a slut do his bidding.

Kerris pushed his finger in, wincing upon the initial entry then clenching his eyes shut whilst the digit slipped in up to the second knuckle. He held it there, wanting first to get used to the sensation of being penetrated, but his coach had other ideas,

"All the way in, boy; right up to the knuckle," Kerris would have said no, but really it meant no mere harm, more just discomfort. He pushed in his finger all the way and wiggled it about inside his ass, feeling the appendage press against his soft, cushioned walls. He listened for the moan of Kitsune behind as he began to pull the finger in and out, ever so slowly, letting his spit line his hole for the first inch or so. Every time he made the outward pull he could feel his rim contract and tug along his finger, but he kept it up, knowing sooner he'd get dry again and then he'd have to stick his fingers back into his muzzle. The fox didn't know how he felt about that. It was his ass, sure, but... a little outlandish. Still though, it was enjoyable nonetheless. His cock was pushing its way out of his sheath and he felt the warm flesh meet cold air, dribbling pre across the floor and his footpaws whilst he fingered himself for the male behind the screen.

He decided instead to just up the game quicker than he'd anticipated and added a second finger. His hole was resistant at first. He could feel the flaring pain of trying to slip his tip just in, and it took him several tries - complete with Kitsune's chorus of lewd cheers - until he managed to push the finger in, lodging it at the first knuckle. He breathed heavily; the exertion of working from near virgin-tightness back to his cock-taking levels was slow and always took a toll. As he finally slid in his fingers right back to the base, his two digits twiddling like miniature legs, he grunted, feeling the clawtips glance across his prostate.

"Yeah, that's right, play with that love button of yours, get yourself leaking all over the place," Kerris blushed heavily, straining to push his fingers a little deeper until he could feel them kneading against that tiny swollen nut of flesh that sent shivers down his spine. Normally Mythic would be working over his prostate for him, had they ever gotten to that point, but for himself to be doing it now under the direction of another was inexplicably hot. It was as though the former control he'd had was now gone, regardless of the fact he was in his own home and utterly alone.

"Why don't you give yourself a stroke? Get your dick hard and wanting to cum!"

Once more, Kerris felt obliged to follow orders. He turned around, hunched over from his position with his paw stuck between his cheeks and two fingers up his hole, and took a few careful tugs of his meat with his free arm. The sensation of delivering pleasure from both inside and out by himself was a lot to process, as each time he prodded his prostate a little too hard, he'd hump into his own paw, squeezing the shaft of its juices, which only served to make him want to milk himself more. He didn't know how long he stood before that camera, fingers up his ass milking his cock free of its pent up seed, but to him it was an age. He just panted and stepped from footpaw to footpaw as he struggled to keep going, unable to cum due to his logically control but wanting desperate to at least shoot and relieve himself. He couldn't decide which option was better, or which would provide him the most satisfaction. To shoot now and abruptly end things, or to carry on and see what more would unfold.

Before he had a chance to come to decision, Kitsune spoke up again, his own voice strained,

"Let's see you fuck yourself now. Go get that toy you got, let me see you servicing it like you would my dick, little cock-sucker." Kerris blushed an even darker shade, but still he complied, extracting the paw from his rear and leaving his member hanging pathetically, twitching as it hung upon an edge it was rapidly descending away from. The dirty talk was really cranking up the heat for him. This guy didn't even have to show his face. All he had to do was bark the fox around and make him do whatever he wanted in that sultry voice of his and that was it for Kerris. His cock throbbed harder and fatter each time. Mythic had the same effect on him, and for a long time the older fox had always thought that it was an exclusive feature to just his mate. The fox picked up the heavy purple dildo with both paws, the weight having always been impressive to him. It had been a gift, from Mythic, when they'd first started going out, a little jokey smutty present that they'd exchanged some Valentine's Day ago. Kerris had gotten his boyfriend a pair of handcuffs as a joke too, though they had paled in comparison to the fox's gift of the Jackhammer. Suffice to say, that night had seen use of both their gifts, often at the same time...

Kerris held the toy aloft now so that Kitsune could see. The little rectangle on the screen didn't do the dildo justice, as it scaled down the size with simple pixels, but for the fox it was always a challenge. Whilst he always preffered the times when Mythic was in the mood and willing to rut the fox into submission, the dildo provided an ample alternative for when Kerris wanted to play but his boyfriend didn't. Though, he was sure, that Kitsune must have recognised the iconic colouring that the production company had given it to make themselves more recognisable, as he whistled in admiration.

"If you can take that baby, I might just blow my load across this keyboard."

Kerris smiled coyly, as he leant his head forward, supporting the toy's base on one palm before letting his tongue roll out and give the artificial cock a long, leisurely lick across its iridescent surface. He went from the thick knot right up to the tip, not stopping whilst Kitsune groaned in a mix between agony and lust in the background,

"Fuck!" He yapped, "If I was there right now, I'd have you bent over with that pretty ass of yours and just..." He grunted again, clearly enjoying his imagination whilst Kerris continued to pet and lap at his favourite toy. Soon he'd covered the entire surface in a thin film of spit that shone in the light, and so Kerris took it now to swallow just the first few inches of the toy, making sure to push as much as he dared into his muzzle for Kitsune to see. He could never take it orally, the firmness of the dildo and its natural size provided too much of a challenge, but he wanted the guy to see the sheer monstrosity of it, so he could set a little context to what was about to happen.

"You naughty little slut..."

Kerris grinned once more, wider this time and with more confidence; he was finally picking up the swing of this. Gone were the worries that Mythic would find out, and he no longer cared if he made this male cum by fucking himself with a dildo. It was harmless fun, with no strings attached and little consequences except maybe the request of an encore. The fox made a subtle movement to grab the bottle of lube he'd brought, still sucking down on the cock that was sliding between his lips. It was that synthetic stuff made by the same company, some lubricant designed to mimic cum. It had been Mythic's idea, but Kerris liked the thought of slathering up his hole just so that this male could see and apply his quite creative imaginings to the scenario. Maybe he'd just come round after the fox had been gangbanged by loads of guys, his hole all slick from their cum, and this male, whoever he was, could just slip right in as though it were a home from home and take Kerris to town, fucking him hard into the floor like so many men had done before him.

For now, Kerris believed he was in charge. Kitsune had taken more of a backseat whilst he watched on, every now and then chipping in with some unclear comment that most likely would just goad the fox on to fuck himself already, but he wanted to take his time. Unscrewing the cap always provided the easiest of access as the thick, viscous fluid was a pain to squeeze through the nozzle. Instead, Kerris applied several dollops to the purple dildo, the creamy coloured trickles of lube oozing down its curved length and slowing when they came to the knot. He gave himself a generous amount to smear under his tail, lathering it against his hole and pushing in those familiar two fingers, daring to risk a third as his mood built its momentum. He pushed them as far in as he could, his paw straining and shaking with the effort as he attempted to break past the tight resistance and regain the looseness he boasted for taking dick. When he felt his knucles grind up against his rim, Kerris knew he was ready.

"Oh fuck... That's so hot..." Kitsune drawled as the fox put the dildo onto the floor and angled the camera down a bit. The purple spire of cock stood proudly in the centre of the frame, and the fox took up a wide stance over it, squatting down with his rump spread open. He leant back onto his paws, his rear getting lower and lower until the slimy tip of the dildo slipped against his cleft. He repositioned himself over the toy by just a fraction before letting himself drop ever so slowly onto it. Kitsune grunted in the background, but if Kerris was being honest he was no longer listening. His mind focused on the feeling of that hardened tip pushing against his hole and carefully spearing him open. Whilst he remained in control, he knew he wouldn't be able to take the toy straight away. He had to build up to it, like any other fucking, especially if he wanted to take the knot.

He lifted himself up when he'd managed the first inch easy enough. The first half was the pleasurable side of things, where there was no threat of the impending knot and nothing but a slowly graduating girth that would stretch Kerris wider and wider. Whilst he loved the knot for its size and might, it was not a toy for the faint-hearted or inexperienced. He licked his lips as he went back down, his arms shaking with the strain whilst he forced himself to push a little deeper, to get just another inch more in. He could feel the shaft working its way into him, the firm shape sliding against his walls and pressing him out in all manner of ways. Even as he grunted from the sensation, his fur stood on end whilst he wondered how much more he had to take. Soon he became forced to come back up for breath, panting hard with heavy surges as he could feel his hole clench shut and wink again, dripping lube back onto the toy,

"Oh baby, fuck, get back on that doggy dick!"

Kerris didn't need to encouragement anymore though. His mind blotted out Kitsune as he sat back down onto the dildo, riding it harder than he'd intended to. He slipped well past the halfway mark, and he could feel himself being stretched to that near maximum limit. He was at the toy's widest point that didn't include the knot, leaving him now with little anticipation for the tying. As he ground his ass down onto the thick dildo, he could feel that bulb of rubber and plastic just sitting at the very base, waiting for him to sit down hard enough on it. He knew gravity would help, but the thought of that knot slipping past that ring and into him, locking him to it until he decided to be brave enough and pull it out, was intoxicating.

As he pulled himself back up, he grunted hard as he felt the vacuum tug at his gut, the toy leaving an empty void that squelched upon its exit. He moaned with a heavy voice when he let himself descend back down onto it, the shaft pushing against his prostate and making his cock pulse with a straggle of pre. It punched deep into him, each downward thrust always serving to tap the deepest possible spot it could, sliding ever further still into the fox. Kerris could feel himself approaching the knot, the mighty swell imposing to him though he couldn't see it, and he folded his ears back into the rushing anticipation of tying himself to the dildo. His body wanted it so badly, but his mind knew of the pain, that brief but intense flare that always came from such an act. Mythic to this day had not yet broken him past it despite having numerous of chances, the Jackhammer proving itself to be a worthy opponent. Though the fox couldn't deny his balls were happy enjoying the sensation, and neither was Kitsune. His comments had turned to unintelligible grunts and moans that mixed with Kerris's, leaving the room full of their supposed love-making had the two actually met. Whilst he wouldn't have known it the other male was nearing his climax, Kerris was reaching his, but he still had the knot to take. He huffed softly, steeling his determination before...

He slammed down hard, harder than normal, and his weight and strength acted with gravity to let him plunge against the dildo. He felt his hole ram against the knot, the resistance sharp but brief. There was a dizzying spell of pain that erupted through Kerris's lower half, but it ebbed away as he realised he was sitting smack dab on the floor, huffing in exhausted bursts whilst he felt the toy sit quite proudly in his gut. His abdomen bulged with the size, the head prodding out against his navel whilst the knot pressed hard against his prostate. Disregarding now any further commands from Kitsune, Kerris took a hold of his cock and gave it just a single stroke, running a forefinger and thumb from base to tip in a languid, extenuating motion that had every fur on his body bristling with the sensation. He practically exploded from that single touch, mewling and whimpering like a little kit as he emptied his balls all over the floor. The towel was worthless as keeping the mess to a minimum. As Kerris rotated his ass back onto the toy, swirling it deep inside him with the sticky concoction of lube, he continued to shoot of jets of sticky fox jizz all across the floor. He just closed his eyes and rode out the orgasm, letting it linger in his mind whilst his body went haywire from the overload of senses. The suddenness had shocked his system, leaving him nothing to do except enjoy the lasting effects of that bright climax still rock through his spine. That tingling feeling just behind his cock that left him aching, the knot pushing against his hole but impossible to remove unless forced; it was a moment of absolute ecstasy.

"Hey, boy," Kitsune's voice returned once more when the fox regained his senses, "MilitaryFox?"

"Hnng... yeah?"

"I got a confession to make, come sit up here so you can see the screen better..." Kerris was befuddled, but managed to lift himself up off the floor with the dildo still lodged in his ass. He hobbled inelegantly over to the chair and carefully let himself take a seat, the toy jarring in his ass and forcing his cock to spray a little more. Blearily, he looked up to the screen, wondering what Kitsune had in store for him, and that's when he heard the soft bleep from earlier ring out again.

"Good, no need for that now."

The voice was familiar... Had Kitsune been using some kind of voice modulating software? Oh fuck... Kerris rubbed his eyes and slapped some sense back into himself, the situation suddenly becoming tense. It couldn't be... No... Oh fuck, no...

The screen changed from black to sketchy grey, then the real colours began to fade in. The male's paw on the other side moved back away from the webcam he'd just activated and sat back, a drooping cock covered in the slime of seed, coming into view, with dribbles of cum splattered all across the keyboard and camera lens. Though this sight didn't surprise Kerris in the least, it was the male whom all that belonged to which rattled him most.

Mythic waved with a cheeky smile from his hotel room, his paw smeared with the shots of jizz. Clearly he'd found Kerris's little show satisfying.

"You are in big trouble, boy." Kerris blushed and whimpered, but said nothing. He was in the wrong and he knew it. Whilst Mythic seemed calm to him, he knew it meant that when he returned it would only mark something far worse than simply screwing himself on a dildo. He was even older than the fox, yet he allowed him to call him 'boy'.

"When I get back, we're gonna put that toy to some real use. Don't ever let me catch you on here again." Kerris believed him, and did as he was told.