FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The room was stylized, every single piece of decor thought out with elegance, utility, to an almost perfect precision. The desk and the chairs on either side of it dominated the room, as well as the panoramic windows providing a view of the city sprawling beyond.

A mild-looking leopard sat behind the desk, facing his client, whom was a grey-furred fox of about forty years, and appeared somewhat impatient in comparison to the feline. The cat wore a business suit that was almost of the same shade as the fur of the fox, while the canine male's attire was all black, from his shoes to even his tie, also black, peeking from the collar of an all-black shirt and jacket.

"If you would review the terms once more, sir, and the transaction will be ready at your discretion," the cat spoke to the fox as he pushed a slim tablet across the table.

"I have read them enough times to know exactly what I want and what is said on this," the fox replied impatiently. He grabbed the tablet computer and skimmed through the document with impatient taps with a finger-pad.

"We are obliged by law to have you click on the bottom that you have read and understand the terms and conditions of our company and the service we provide," the leopard spoke calmly."Otherwise we would not be allowed to operate as we are currently."

The fox snapped the comically large box upon which a green OK sign appeared as a sign of his agreement.

"There," he snorted. "Are you happy now?"

The leopard retrieved the pad and switched it onto another file with a few taps of his own,and handed the pad back to the fox.

"And if you'd sign the disclosure agreement here, and the no-harm clause."

"No permanent bodily harm, I get it," the fox said. "You needn't worry about that. I'm not one of those guys."

"We get all sorts," the cheetah murmured, watching how the fox applied his electronic signature onto yet another document on the file.

"I'm sure you do," the grey fox grunted.

"Indeed... and the payment comes up next."

The fox looked at the glowing figures on the screen and chortled. It was a lot of money, but it was his money. He could afford it, and he had looked forward to this long enough that quite frankly he was ready to go for it.He did not hesitate when he tapped the acceptance on the encrypted transaction that moved money from one anonymous offshore bank account over to another. It took only a moment for the binary codes to zoom along invisible highways of information, and then it was done.

"There."

"Thank you most kindly, sir," the cheetah murmured courteously. He placed the pad down onto the desk and then picked up a phone handset, a cordless thing, a matte silver piece of plastic and metal. He pressed a single button to dial it before raising to thing to his ear, and did not wait for long to have it picked up.

"Start extraction of Number Six-seven-four. Thank you."

The cheetah put the phone down to the desk again and smiled to the fox sitting in front of him.

"Now, when would you like to have your purchase delivered? The earliest possible time is four hours from now but from then on we are completely flexible."

"I have meetings," the fox sneered. "Six would fit me the best."

"I shall make the arrangements for that, sir."

"That is good," the grey fox said. It did not sound like a compliment.

---

Martin was killing time in his apartment. The mutt played around idly on his computer, not really in the mood to concentrate on anything in particular. Site-hopping was nothing new to him. It was a good way to waste time when there was nothing better to do.

The front door was opened with a key, hence the only thing he really heard at first was a click of the lock, followed by swift, if heavy steps that tickled his ears.The front door was closed, and in the curious glance he gave before the only thing he saw was the floor, he saw two large furs approaching, dressed in all black, leather and denim, heads covered by what looked like ski masks, wearing thick leather gloves.

The slinky mutt was thrown onto the floor by the force of heavy paws and pressed down with an inconsiderate slam against the small of his back that made him moan and grunt with pain. His ability to speak was rapidly stolen away when a thick rubber ball gag was stuffed into his muzzle and locked into place with a leather strap around his head. A blindfold, also made of leather, was slipped on and turned the world into a darkness where all he felt was the cool, hard floor and the weight of the unseen male on top of him.

"This is the start of your employment as per your agreement with The Company," the muffled voice of the fur on top of him spoke to him. "You have signed the contract and cannot remove yourself from it before the end of your term of service."

Martin's cock grew massively hard, even against the painful weight of himself thrusting upon it while he was lying on his belly on the floor.

It wasn't to last long. He felt tugging and heard the tearing of cloth while some sort of a cutting tool was used to shear both his shirt and his pants and then pulled away from him. The waistband caught the Prince Albert ring piercing the tip of his dick and made him moan against the gag in his muzzle, spittle gushing out of his maw while he made a silent complaint at the sensation. The heavy paws upon him were merciless, however. His paws were locked into heavy leather mittens before cuffs were slipped onto them as well, and his ankles. A heavy paw yanked on his tail, and a blunt, cold object touched his anus before a splurt of thick wetness entered his asshole from the end of the strange item. The sensation spread and filled his insides, momentarily, and then something much bigger brushed upon his pink pucker.

The mutt was given no choice in his regard either, the large plug entered him rapidly and stretched out his ass. The mutt trashed about a little, but it made no difference. He was rolled onto his back and his paws were pulled up over his head, and a metal clang on the floor suggested that something was going on. He didn't see them attaching the cuffs onto a spreader bar that locked the mutt's paws above his head, or the application of a similar device to keep his legs in a similar posture.

"Get the stretcher."

The mutt's heart leaped at the words he vaguely heard, not to mention his asshole clamping down on the rude rubber tool lodged into his rear. His cock was entirely hard, despite the rough treatment. It was what he lived for, for he knew that it was what he was meant for, to serve as the worthless toy of men much stronger than him who liked nothing more than to unleash their dark desires onto a submissive little slut such as Martin was. He'd known that once he'd signed up to the Company, they might come to call for his services at any moment, and by writing his name on the contract he had given them the right to basically sell him out to a buyer who wanted someone to attend to their every dark sexual whim. Now it was happening, and he felt both trepidation, and endless arousal at the prospect of not knowing just what was going to happen to him.

One of the leather-clad furs brought in a fold-able stretcher, easy enough to carry when it was closed upon itself. It was laid down onto the floor and the small mutt was lifted and placed onto it, the spreader paws secured with clamps that were attached to it for that express purpose. The in-built heavy immobilization straps made sure that the mutt would not move a single inch on the stretcher.

Once ready, one of the furs opened a zipper that ran along one long side of the stretcher. That released the folded black cloth, smooth, shiny fabric that was then pulled taut over the stretcher to cover the mutt. Another zipper was used to close the cloth over the mutt into what was essentially a body bag, hiding their cargo from the view of any curious onlookers.

The mutt's stomach lurched when the stretcher was finally lifted, and the apartment's sole occupant was hauled out of his living room towards a destination unknown.

---

The processing center's location was unknown to the clients and the special employees alike, and the Company preferred it that way. Its masked staff remained thus attired even with their latest 'customer' arriving with his eyes blindfolded.

"Delivery of Number Six-seven-four," one of the faceless furs declared the inbound cargo to a colleague, clad in white rubber instead of the black leather the delivery fur seemed to prefer.

"We'll start right away," another dull voice echoed into the ears of the fur sweating inside the bag on the stretcher, clamped down, plugged, gagged, perfectly ready and helpless for whatever they were about to do to him.

The stretcher was placed on top of a wheeler gurney for easy movement, and only a single fur was needed to push it into another room, lit with harsh light from fluorescent tube fittings, and tiled in white on all surfaces, ceiling, floor, the windowless walls.

The bag was unzipped and the mutt was removed from his bounds, held up into a standing position. Hooks were snapped onto the spreader bar keeping his paws immobilized and then connected onto a cable hanging from the ceiling. The press of a simple electric button activated the powerful winch that was then used to haul the mutt fresh of the floor to hang from his arms. The mutt's shoulders burnt with pain after only a few moments of him hanging and rocking, suspended from the ceiling so that his toes were about a foot off the floor.

A rush of hot water came over him, making the blindfolded mutt gasp with surprise. The spray of water soaked the mutt to the skin, the excess dripping down to the floor in little streams along his body. A chemical smell soon filled the air, to indicate that a detergent had been added. The forceful spraying of a mix of water and soap washed the mutt's fur entirely. It felt maddening on his hard cock, having lost none of its firmness during the transport nor the first part of his preparation for depraved things unknown.

"Hook him up," someone said.

The mutt wasn't sure what that meant, but a brush of a paw against his leg and his balls was followed by a sudden feeling of a liquid rushing into his rear. There must've been a hole in the plug for it to let it pass in without the removal of the butt plug from his asshole. The water was pumped in with pressure and without care for any comforts. The mutt moaned at the sensation of being effectively bloated, the water pushing deeper and deeper into him while he weakly wondered whether it might actually reach his stomach at some point. It did not go quite that far, but he was sure his belly bulged by the time the filling up finally ended.

The resulting cramps were terrifying, and the sounds of his violent expulsion would've been enough to make any ears burn with embarrassment and shame. It didn't seem to be enough for the team of faceless furs working on preparing one of their products for delivery, for soon another load of water was forced into the mutt's guts to make sure that everything would be flushed out and the mutt's rear was ready to be used in every imaginable way.

Martin found it almost a relief when it was finally over, and the plug, too, was removed from his rear, leaving his hole gaping a little after being held open for such a long period. It was as much a reprieve they were going to give for the gagged mutt, however, as he was lowered onto the floor, wet under footpaws.

"Don't you think of speaking."

The blindfold and the gag were removed, leaving him face to face with a huge fur of indefinite species, the white rubber he wore, mask, gloves, apron, robe, making it impossible to make such a definition. He stood in front of the mutt while another similarly attired assistant was busy handing him items.

"The blinds."

The mutt got a glimpse of a pair of what looked like swimming goggles before they were slipped onto him and darkness prevailed once more. To his surprise, however, the blackness abated when the lenses of the goggles became transparent with a shift motion, the iris-like shutters opening upon some unknown command. They became dark almost immediately afterwards again.

"Seem to be working one hundred percent", the large white fur said. "Give me the gag. Open your mouth, Subject."

The mutt did as he was told, obediently, but gagged when a massive finger plunged against his palate, seemingly to keep his muzzle open while something was pushed inside. He felt soft, gel-like plastic brush against his cheeks and his gums, the big fingers fiddling with the unseen object as it was adjusted to cover his teeth. He felt more than heard the sound, a sickening kind of a crunch, and he expected pain, but there was none, and he could even take a proper breath once the fingers were removed from his maw. Whatever was in his muzzle kept his maw open, now, for his attempt to close it was met with hard resistance his jaws could not overcome.

"Crank it to max."

His teeth seemed to vibrate and his muzzle was forced open even further by the force of the strange, obviously powered device in his muzzle. It stretched his lips and he could hear tendons popping on his jaw, his maw opened to the limits. Martin's tongue lolled out and he panted, feeling almost nauseous at this position, but very well aware there was nothing he could do about it.

"Back to one fourth open."

Now the device whirred again and his maw was closed, leaving his tongue poking out between his finally relaxing lips.

"Now you listen to this. That powered muzzle is remote controlled and your Master will decide when it's used. It's got a proximity sensor so you can't bite off your tongue, but you really don't want it to try, so you want to keep your tongue inside your mouth at all times."

Martin quickly pulled his wet tongue back into his maw and swallowed nervously. This was one of the most devious pieces of bondage equipment he had ever encountered. Did it mean that his future master would decide when he would speak or eat food as well?

"Neutral."

The articulated gag closed his maw even further, but left his lips open just a tad so that he could breathe without any trouble. They seemed to be happy with that, for further experimentation regarding the mutt's muzzle did not happen.

"Give me the hood."

A thin, slimy, powdered rubber hood was slipped over the mutt's head, going down along his neck too to cover that as well before terminating on a thick, heavy collar, padded and adorned with rings on its outer side for easy attachment to any point of bondage anyone might desire to employ. The hood was tight and clung to the mutt's skull, covering it entirely. There was hole for his muzzle to pass, but it held firmly onto his cheeks.

"Now you have face no more, Six-seven-four," the voice of his temporary keeper echoed in his ears, damped somewhat by the rubber now coating them. "Your master wants an object, not a fur."

Martin thought his cock might explode at such words. He'd always known that his deepest desire was to be a simple cock sleeve, a servant to a mighty male who wanted a warm, obedient hole to stick his pole into and relieve his lust, his fluids and his musk into such a receptacle at his will, with no regard to pleasure or comfort for the other party involved. It seemed to him that his future employer had exactly this in mind.

Its cock pulsed hard and expelled precum, muffled whimpers escaping from his muzzle.

"Cage."

It could have assumed this part to come, too, but there was still an element of surprise when the metal rings were slipped into place to close around its balls, under its sheath and the knot to ensure that the firm plastic chastity device could be secured well in place. It did not see the bolts used to do so, using large squeezer device to snap the bolts semi-permanently into place so that some sort of a power tool would likely be required for their removal before the mutt could even hope to touch its dick again.

"Clamps."

Firm clamps were snapped onto the mutt's pierced nipples, leaving them feeling pinched and weighty.

"Cradle."

A rubber sac of sorts, wrapped and tightened around its balls, securing them well under the heavy presence of the chastity cage.

"The plug."

Another squirt of lubricant was followed by the insertion of a long, relatively narrow plug that none the less stretched the mutt's hole open and kept it so as well, once the toy popped in and was locked into place by the zealous squeeze of his anal ring. The mutt's insides squirmed around the length of the plug, but had no chance of pushing it out.

"Program test."

Its body went rigid as electricity shot through its cock, balls, asshole, nipples and neck, all simultaneously, painfully, making its fur stand on end.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Fingers and toes curled, the tail was angled violently, and its body rode the wave of pain for several seconds before the current was cut and the mutt hung limp and panting from the spreader bar above it.

"Ready. Time to water and feed it and pack it up."

A tube was pushed into its muzzle and it was allowed to drink a sweet, fruity liquid for a few moments to quench its thirst for the time being.This reprieve came to an end soon enough, and the mutt was taken down from the winched position only to be placed inside a plastic box that provided hard points for the spreader bars to be locked into place before the mutt was closed fully inside its padded transport unit and loaded into the Company's hearse-like van for the final delivery.

---

The grey fox was standing by the window and saw the delivery car pull up on his driveway, a sight that made his tail coil and jump up with excitement he simply could not keep back. His stoic exterior would only have to last for a brief moment, after that, it was just him and his toy, and he would have no need for consideration over appearances. The toy did not think, he had decided early on while describing his desires when it came to his purchase. It would simply do what was done to it, not even what it was told to, for it was not to have such say over things. All that had been detailed in the terms that'd been forward to prospective candidates, and now that the final confirmation had been done... it was all to come into reality, as well.

He watched them unload the black plastic container from the back of the car and haul it over to the front door, a sight that made him finally move from his position, even before the doorbell rang.

"Special delivery," one of the two furs, a wolf, declared while handing out a small tablet. "Electronic signature here."

He wasted no time in filling out the information and confirming it.

"We assume that the control unit has been delivered to you before?" the wolf asked.

"Yes, it has been," the fox replied. "Everything is ready here."

"Where do you want this to be put?" the other fur, a Rottweiler, pointed at the black box that had suspicious air holes lining its sides.

"I will show you to the... guest room," the grey wolf's lips pulled into a vicious smirk as he made the statement. The two visitors did not react to his mirth. Instead they simply lifted the box once again and carried it through the fox's expensive, large house, onto a room behind lock and key, past the actual master bedroom.

"Leave it on the floor," the fox instructed from the door. "I'll handle the rest."

He followed them to the front door again, not comfortable letting them wander around his property without being accompanied.

"Enjoy your purchase, sir," the wolf told at the door.

"I shall," the fox said, and pulled the door shut. He made sure that it was locked, and spent a few moments steadying his excited breaths, standing still in front of his very own door, before the fox's resolute steps took him back into the dungeon.

It was a large room, obviously designed for this purpose in mind, with every possible implement one could wish for in such a location. The black, unmarked box seemed to fit among the bondage horse, the bondage bench, the torture cross, the chains hanging from the ceiling, the shelves of equipment, everything neatly sorted out and leaving the room with a deep scent of leather, rubber, musk and cum and desperate arousal.

His breathing hitched again. The grey fox had imagined this moment many times, but now it was really at paw and he wanted to savor every moment. He studied the box intently, keenly aware that inside it, his living toy awaited... deployment? Unwrapping? Starting up? He considered suitably clinical terms for this, fingertips moving smoothly over the surface of the delivery box.

"We'll be having a lot of fun," he spoke to himself, "I will personally be having more fun than you, I suspect, but if you signed up for this in the first place, I am sure that it is exactly what you desire... toy..."

He would not tease himself further. There was a small flap on the side of the top of the box, under which he discovered a keypad sunk upon the surface. Inputting the numbers six, seven, and finally four, the coded sequence that now signified his toy, caused electronic latches to be unlocked, and the case opened with ease, helped by a hydraulic arm that pushed the lid up. The only thing missing was a vicious sci-fi hiss or a fanfare, the fox thought mischievously.

The toy was lying on its back, a fur with no face but for a rubber hood. Its paws were secured onto the bottom of the box with steel rods, and it was not moving but for its breathing.

"Well, there you... it is. Can it hear me?" the fox spoke.

The toy let out a whine, and nodded, after some semblance of a garbled noise.

"Ah, yes... I told them to secure its mouth... it is not meant for speaking," the fox observed, his arousal growing into new heights at the first true sight of his proper toy, completely at his mercy. "As its owner, I have decided so. I am not its master, or its boss... I am simply its owner, and it should remember that, and nod if it understands."

The toy did as much, too, and the fox felt pleased.

"Good. I shall put the toy into its corner for now to get used to that for a moment, before I will bring the toy out to play," the fox declared.

He snapped the hooks holding each of the toy's for cuffs onto the box and picked the toy up by its arms, into a standing position that let him take a good look at the toy. Bound, gagged, masked, locked into chastity and plugged, he saw, once he grabbed the tail and checked the toy's asshole as well, and found that good as well.

"The toy can't see it, but that doesn't matter. There won't be anything to see."

The fox lifted the toy out of the box and hauled it over to one corner of the room, where a cylinder about four feet tall was located. It was composed of various plastic and metallic parts, and a hatch on its side was open to show a dark, padded interior, smooth, black plastic all over. It was just high enough that a small item such as the one just delivered could very well fit inside in a sitting position, while nobody could claim it to be a comfortable posture.

"Down."

The fox was rough, pushing the toy down to its knees and then shoving it into the barrel-like contraption before slamming the door shut. It locked automatically, sealing the toy inside.

Within the barrel, the mutt was panting. Its breathing was very loud now, coming in the very confined space of the toy's storage cylinder. Its tail rustled against the plastic surfaces, tapping against the rounded walls. It was glad that it was not claustrophobic, otherwise it would have been a hellish place to stay in, even for a few seconds. It knew that it would become very well acquainted with it from now on.

There was an additional rustle, somewhere on the top of the box, and it heard the Owner's voice again.

"This serves another purpose, too, which you'll learn... right now."

The mutt tensed... and suddenly heard a bizarre rattling noise before the wet, hot piss began to dribble onto him from above even before its nose was filled by the acrid stench. The Owner seemed to also think that the barrel served as a toilet as well, and was now pissing down into it to cover the toy in his musky fluids. What the toy hadn't seen was the funnel-like implement attached to the side of the barrel that directly piped up anything poured into it onto the interior of the barrel, which meant that the fox relieving himself would have the effect of spraying the toy within with his piss, and thoroughly so.

The careful washing up done at the Company became superfluous over the moments the fox took in emptying his bladder over the toy. His furs were soaked in the stinky liquid, to the skin, and left him reeking of a fox well after the flow ended. A small filtered hole on the bottom of the barrel let the excess run into a drain beneath the room, but everything else the mutt now carried on its furs. If it wasn't for the tiny confines of the barrel, it would've soon been shivering from cold once the piss cooled down, but its own breathing alone produced enough heat to ensure that soon it was also sweating, besides being covered in rapidly stale urine.

The fox listened to the toy's gasping breaths through the piss funnel for quite a few moments, shook his tip dry, and stuffed his semi-hard cock into his pants before leaving the room. He'd have to get rid of the box soon, because it would be in the way of further activities.

---

The mutt had no idea how much time had passed when the door was suddenly opened and a paw grasped onto its collar to yank it out of the barrel.

"All fours," the fox grunted. "Toys don't walk upright."

The mutt assumed a good puppy pose, head hung, ass up, on his knees and paws and stayed still to await any further instructions. Suddenly the iris shades curled open and light poured in, blinding it momentarily before its eyes got used to seeing again, and the mutt could observe the well-equipped dungeon, and a pair of grey furred feet in front of him.

"I have opened its eyes because I don't want it to collide with anything that costs more than it ever did," the grey fox spoke viciously, "phew, what a smell... must be the factory scent... I'm sure it'll wear off eventually... now, follow. I am going to watch TV."

The mutt crawled behind the grey fox, through the hallway and into a sitting room equipped with the biggest TV it had ever seen.

"It's time for the soaps," the fox observed as he sat upon a couch and promptly pulled his pants down to expose an impressively sized doggy cock. "Kneel in front of me."

The toy crawled into position in front of the fox and stared at the musky cock dripping in front of it. The fox gave him a brief look before he reached for a remote controller, which, it soon found out, did not control the TV, but the various powered bondage implements placed upon the mutt. One click closed the eyes shades again, leaving the mutt blind, while another whirred his muzzle open.

The grey fox stared at the pink hole that opened in the rubber-covered surface of the toy's head, showing a tongue withdrawn between the soft, rubbery pink padding that now covered the toy's teeth. Warm breath huffed against the fox's groin and made his cock jerk.

"The program is about to start," the fox said, "I'll expect to be sucked until it's over."

He leaned back on the couch.

"Don't stop until told otherwise. It has no choice."

The mutt lowered its muzzle obediently onto the fox's thick cock, going by scent only, before its lips touched the shaft. It moved upwards, hearing the rumbles of the fox before it reached the tip and wrapped its lips around the tip. It even dared to us a paw to tilt the shaft up from the fox's body so that it could better suck it, trying to get as much of the thick shaft inside as was possible. It gagged, soon, but overcame that feeling to suck down more, until rubbery lips touched the knot. It was strange to be sucking cock like this, the power gag prevented contact with the teeth, instead having soft, smooth surfaces for the member to pass before the toy's tongue could stroke along the shaft.

Saliva coated the musky cock while the fox enjoyed the blowjob, paws folded behind his head. It was good head, too, obviously given by someone... something that was an eminent cocksucker. Like it was made for getting real men's shafts inside its holes for pleasuring them, like a true bitch. The rubber toy was proving to be exactly such an investment, struggling to swallow the grey fox's stout pink intruder.

He decided to add to the challenge. He picked up the remote with one paw and clicked on a button.

The effect was instant, though he did not comment on it. Toys didn't need to be told things, they just had things done to them. What the fox knew was that a flick from the remote activated a vibrator that was going to turn every internal pleasure center inside the toy's ass into a war ground of pleasure and pain, first from the surprise stimulation, then, most likely turning the pleasant teasing into torture as over-sensitivity would set in. Pre-cum would drip from the agitated prostate, a butthole would clench... and nothing the toy did would bring any relief, in the form of an orgasm, or anything else at all. The toy had no choices over that matter, this was only for the fox's amusement, for the knowledge that he could do so.

The fox drooled precum into the toy's gaping hole in great quantities, making it into an even sloppier a muzzle-job as it progressed, his arousal growing, the toy becoming even more desperate to please. The fox's knot bumped against the toy's muzzle ever so often, telling him that he was bottoming in, which only signaled the fox to jerk his hips forward to drive himself just that little deeper, for those pleasurable gagging contractions of the toy's gullet. The TV might be crap but at least the blowjob was enthusiastic.

"Oh, what the hell," the fox said.

He stood up, dropped his paws over the back of the toy's head and began to skull-fuck the gagging toy with all his strength. His cock flew back and forth, stroked by a flailing tail, the rubbery 'lips' of the gag, by the warm heat of the toy's throat, struggling to accommodate the thick cock sliding past tired jaws, forced open permanently to accept a cock inside the toy. The fox's tail snapped against the couch and his balls slapped the toy's masked surface over and over again, his cock sliding back and forth in the receptacle, making a good burning itch under the fox's tail, somewhere behind his balls.

"Hhmphph..."

His fingers clamped into the toy's rubbery head as he slammed in, knot stuffing the entire opening shut before his cock jerked and his cum began to pour down the toy's throat. He kept the toy immobile throughout his orgasm, shooting globs of cum directly into the back of his muzzle which forced it to swallow again and again, each bob of its throat creating suction that caressed the fox's cock wetly.

"Well, I needed that," the fox declared to himself once he pulled out and studied the messy, pink hole in the toy's rubbery head, drooling a mixture of cum and spittle, "and since I drank that beer earlier, need something else, too."

He hooked his thumbs from each paw onto the corners of the toy's hole and put his firm tip onto the opening, concentrating for just a moment before his piss began to flow from his bladder, only to be deposited into the mutt toy's stomach with every stale, sickly warm gulp.

"Good to have a mobile urinal at paw," the fox mused to himself, darkly.

---

The mutt did not sleep much. The barrel washed it with sprays of water and fed through a plastic nipple that descended from the ceiling, seemed to home in on its muzzle gag so that they met and it could drink into its stomach that only contained piss. The vibrating gag in its asshole did not stop through the night, but at least the electronic stimulation did not activate, as far as it knew in its dulled mind. Its mind was already slowing down, deep in submission, only looking forward to the next opportunity to service its Owner, brought on my sensory deprivation and sheer lust. Perhaps the mutt indeed was made for something like this, to be thrown into a corner whenever its Owner's cock didn't need a warm place to put it, and in-between, the toy was kept out of sight and out of mind, inside its plastic cocoon, wrapped like a Barbie doll nobody wanted to play with.

Innumerable hours passed before there was motion again, first signified, curious enough, by the abatement of the endless vibration in the mutt's asshole of a cock receptacle, before the locks snapped and the hatch was opened.

"Time to turn on the toy," the fox stated.

Electricity spawned upon its balls, its sheath, its nipples, causing the mutt to practically spring out of the barrel and onto its side, in a fetal position, on the floor, tail wagging against the tiles uncontrollably from the stimulation of the waves of energy coursing through its body. The fox stood by and watched, letting it continue for a few moments further before he ended the torment with a tap on the remote controller for all the special features on his toy. The power meter on the little display on the top told him that everything had been charged wirelessly during the night and was ready to go for hours, if needed, especially on a lower setting like the one he used right now.

"Up, toy."

The mutt was on its knees as it knew to be, obedient as ever, and once the fox tapped the control to force its jaws open and the cock appeared upon its lips, by feel only, for it was blind again, it knew what was going to happen. The strong morning piss filled its stomach that only had a little bit of nutrient solution in there from the feeding before, and it made its sinuses fill with a persistent stench that was almost enough to make its head swim.

The toy was roughly picked up once the fox's bladder was empty, pushed onto a leather-padded bondage horse and snapped into place with the D-rings on his cuffs. Something was strapped onto its tail and it was pulled up, not knowing that a leather cuff attached onto a wire on a spring on the ceiling was perfectly designed for keeping the tail up and taut over the toy's ass. The grey fox yanked the toy out and replaced it with a blunt-tipped plastic injector for lubricant, a fine, hygienic device that left the mutt's ass filled with slick, creamy fluid.

The fox did not waste time playing with the hole. As much as he'd liked a day off to simply enjoy it breaking in his new toy, he had business to attend to. That would not stop him from having a nice orgasm to start the day with, and roughly fucking the toy's other, yet untested hole seemed like a good place to go. He pushed the blunt canine tip against the furrowed pucker between the fuzzy cheeks and pushed, the hole swallowing him with ease, especially after being plugged all night.

"Hmmm... a fine, warm design..." the fox commented, as if making the statement about an inanimate object, not a living, breathing toy tensing against leather cuffing from being filled to the brim with hard cock in the space of a second or so. The fox thrust up to his knot in a single, satisfying thrust that sunk him into the toy's warm cavern. He gripped onto the round, almost girly curves of the rump in front of him and wasted no time in beginning to fuck the hole hard, using his personal sex toy exactly as he pleased, and that was roughly. The bench was bolted to the floor but still managed to rattle somewhat under the assault into the toy, immobilized and strapped as it was, the fox pounding into the sticky opening with delight.

There was no need for assertion or dominance in the fox's actions. He was simply exercising his owner's right into his property, using his sex toy for a bit of morning fun. He fucked until his balls, slapping back and forth, were aching for the release, and his big, swollen knot simply screamed to be sunk into the stretchy orifice.

He jammed in with his weight put behind the vicious thrust, and filled the toy's hole with the fleshy bulb that was designed to lock their bodies together - but it would not do so, for he pulled out as soon as he was in, and then went in again, and back out, knot-fucking for a few sweet seconds before it was time to sink in for good and spill a musky vulpine load into the toy's used rear end.

The fox slapped the slut cheeks a few times as he pulled out with a satisfying plop, observing the rush of lube and cum from the pink, distended hole before it tried to purse back into a closed geometry.

"May need some adjustment, though," the fox decided.

The toy remained immobile while the fox fetched a little cart-like item, pushed over to the back of the bondage horse and attached to it with a pair of firm clamps which meant that the cart's distance from the bondage horse would remain constant throughout. He walked over to one of the shelves, looking over it while rubbing his muzzle thoughtfully, before settling for a nice dildo of nondescript design, torpedo-shaped, about two inches across, eight inches long.

"I think the toy's wet enough for this."

He pushed the dildo into the toy with a thick, wet slurp, filling the newly fucked hole with its rubbery length. The toy wasn't very firm, rather jelly-like, and its base protruded out obscenely, a fine sight if anything for the fox who held the toy with his fingers. His trusty remote controller was at paw again, and a tap on it brought the mechanical arm of the fucking machine sitting on the cart into position, just close enough that he could attach the dildo onto it without having the sex toy slip out of the big mutt toy's rump. He tested the connection to make sure it was secure, and then activated the machine at the lowest speed setting, which began to churn the dildo into the toy's hole like a piston on a steam engine.

"Hmhphpphhp!" the toy vocalized.

"Working alright," the fox said.

He cranked it up to a nice twenty fucks per minute before he moved towards the other end of the bench to have his cock cleaned in the toy's maw while he played with the controls, checking how the toy shuddered under different fucking rhythms and paces. He made sure to set it on a randomly varying programme before he clamped the toy's muzzle shut and left the dungeon with a cheerful spring to his step. He could hear the buzz and swing of the fucking machine's motor behind him almost all the way to the front door of the house, which served as a good reminder that the toy would be properly tenderized by the time he would be home from business.

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The fox was pleased to find the toy still strapped like it was, practically unconscious while lying ass up on the bondage horse with the tireless fucking machine still ploughing the dildo into its upturned rump. He didn't speak a thing, simply put away all the gear and in a similar fashion as unplugging the power cord on the fucking machine he pushed the toy into its barrel, made sure the feeding and cleaning programs were active, and then went to have some dinner while his toy was prepared for an evening of fun.

A shower-fresh grey fox met the rumpled, somewhat damp toy after what he knew to be an hour and a half, but the toy had no sense of the time passing. It might've as well been twenty minutes or a whole day, it likely would have made little difference into his world that was the dark cylinder and its feeding tube and the washing sprays. The fox pulled the toy out by its collar and dropped it onto the floor before closing its barrel cage again.

"Follow."

The toy's eye shades were opened so that once again it was free to navigate the house without colliding with things, and this time it was led into the fox's bedroom, he assumed, considering the large bed and the fine fittings that made it look like it was a place where an Owner would enjoy spending his nights in.

"Onto the bed. Climb."

The fox applied an electric shock into the toy's balls just for the hell of it, but it also made sure that his toy would scurry hurriedly onto the thickly covered bed.

The grey fox shucked off his clothing to reveal a toned, naked body and a hard cock, unsurprisingly so, which the toy got to observe close by once again once he was thrown onto his back and the fox climbed on top of him.

"I'll see if that tongue function is as good as the rest... hmm..." the fox stated, before a tap on the remote forced the mutt's jaws open.

The fox straddled the rubbery muzzle and lifted his tail, to expose his musky crevice for a brief moment of observation,and perhaps to aid with targeting, before he descended and buried the toy under his tail.

There was not even a pretense of a choice in the matter. The toy did gasp, inhaling the aroma of strong fox musk from its source, the fox's hole, before it did the obedient thing and pushed its tongue up towards its Owner's asshole. The fox's weighty presence made it difficult to breathe, every breath flowing through the fox's ass fur and giving the toy many deep huffs of musk while he lapped up into the fox's taint. Soft rumbling told the toy that it was doing a fine job, and it continued, tongue flicking between its aching jaws while it tried to find the actual opening within the crevice. Lapping up against its fleshy ring made it jitter and clench, and the fox growled.

"Hmmm... very good function..."

The fox's thighs pressed firmly onto the toy's head, making sure that the tongue would reach as deeply as possible into his raunchy opening. The slippery muscle made contact with his own wrinkled one, causing the usually contrite fox to rock back and forth over the stimulating, wet tongue playing with his hole. His cock was hard, oozing wetly while he rode on the toy's titillating muzzle, the motion enough to make the bed tremble. Tail swishing about, he enjoyed it to the fullest, the forbidden pleasure of having his asshole licked by his toy. Few things were bound to make him as horny as that particular deprived activity, and once he moved away from the wet, muzzle, gaping open with the tongue still moving as if looking for the wrinkled menace of the fox's hole, he was ready to push the toy onto its belly and ride it into a good knotty orgasm, filling the toy's back passage once again with his fox seed.

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The toy couldn't really know that it was Saturday, but the fox was all smiles as he stomped into the dungeon and opened the barrel containing his toy. The rubber-masked figure collapsed onto the floor, seemingly delirious after several nice hours with a particularly large vibrating butt plug lodged in its rear, paws pulled up into a begging puppy pose and making a strange huffing, whining noise with its breaths that was accompanied by the dainty buzz of the vibrator in its asshole. It was very easy to manipulate about, the toy, not heavy at all, and the fox was strong, and there was no resistance when he placed the toy onto the bondage table on its back. It might've not have been the best particular arrangement, but the fox enjoyed the challenge, and fiddled with the spring-stabilized cables for quite some time, to bind the toy's legs so that they pointed up towards the ceiling, while its paws were secured onto the head of the table and several leather straps took care of the rest.

"Time to see if all that preparation has done any good... this toy better not break, or I'll be very angrily asking for a full refund and a replacement... surely they should've made this part to be extra durable..." the fox mused to himself in a kind of a perverse monologue while swatting the toy's rump.

He brought out a large jar of lubricant and stuffed his fingers into the creamy substance before jamming two fingers easily into the toy's asshole. He was going to do this the old-fashioned way, no chemical assistance, no toys, just fingers, lots of them, stretching it out until what he wanted was accomplished.

"I used to dream of having a toy... but it was always so very fickle," the fox murmured as he seesawed three fingers through the toy's slack hole, "furs... dealing with them is so difficult. They have needs, and lives, and... appointments... even the sluttiest cock sleeve can't be trusted to be on demand at all times... No... so many things to take care of..."

Four fingers went in, with only a little resistance, the fox's fingers rolling and scissoring as he pushed them in and out, deeper into the toy's hole that let out dirty squelching sounds whenever he pushed deep.

"I mean... who cares a fuck about that... more trouble than it's worth in the long run..."

He used all the fingers on his right paw now, pushing as much as his knuckles would allow without stretching the toy's hole even further.

"But what you really need is a toy... a nice, good, well made toy... oh yes, it is expensive, oh yes, there are many costs alright, but you get a good service from The Company, and you don't really have to worry about a thing..." the fox continued, casually swatting the rump cheeks of the toy while he buried his fingers within its creamy hole again and again.

"Like, if I decided that tonight I would fist and knot-fuck the toy until I can no more..now, even a slave could balk at that prospect..." said the grey fox, feeling the hole clench on him as he stated his intents, "but a toy... no, a toy's an object... a toy just... a toy... it's just done."

He thrust his paw forward, as if intending to take the final plunge that'd send his knuckles past the ring of the asshole, but he stopped at the last moment, and pulled out, the hole slurping lewdly at the motion.

"But that's what toys are for... you play with them and you toss them aside when you're finished."

The next push caused the toy's hole to give out and the fox's paw slipped inside, stretching the toy's opening and rectum beyond any normal limits. Its closed muzzle allowed only for a few gasps, but the terrible squirming of its insides was more than telling of the effect his paw had on the toy.

"As long as they're not broken..."

He pulled out and replaced his paw with his cock... the gaping hole easily swallowing him to the hilt, knot and all. The fox applied a few hard thrusts before he pulled out, his cock bouncing and slapping against his belly as he raced to push his paw back in before the hole had a chance to even try to regain some closure.The madly grinning fox churned his paw from his wrist, round and round. His fingertips milked great amounts of pre-cum out of the toy's prostate and onto his belly where it dribbled from his soft, leaking cock safely locked away.

In... out... the time no longer mattered once again with the fox using his toy. He even lubed up his other paw and traded places with them... paw... cock... paw... cock... paw... cock... paw... until the hole was such a wet mess that for a while he was sure that both his paws might just slip in at the same time. That he didn't try... yet... perhaps.... but he made sure to shoot a huge load of cum into the toy's rear before pissing into its mouth, to get rid of that pressure in his bladder. Afterwards he squirted a good amount of soothing ointment into the toy's rump and pushed it into its barrel.

"I'll be needing something to wash me with after I have exercised," the fox declared before slamming the barrel shut. He was already happily imagining the toy's tongue at work, cleaning sweat off his armpits, balls, asshole and toes, once he was done.

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Inside in the dark, padded cocoon, the sore mutt trembled, whimpered, and suckled its thumb through the maw piece that had been thankfully left open enough to allow him that. It spluttered some piss taste off its maw and then relieved itself all over its furs, out of sheer exhaustion.