Keys
A story that was written very quickly for an anthology (ultimately rejected). Probably flawed, but was enjoyable enough to write.
The thing about long distance relationships is that there always has to be a painful farewell. The moments of togetherness were always too brief, the partings too painful. I had just one more day with my fox before he flew home again; six hours on a plane and a further two hours by car after that. Three weeks with Jason was not enough, and it would be at least four months before I got to see him again.
Our last night together was spent as most would expect – making passionate and desperate love with each other. We barely slept. I don’t even know how many times we fucked each other, taking it in turns to top the other until we both collapsed in an exhausted heap, unable to continue any longer.
After lying in each other’s arms for half an hour we got out of bed to clean up and share our last shower together for several months. We were tired enough that we didn’t even get each other hard again, though there were a few playful rump squeezes as we washed our fur clean.
Slowly we crawled back into bed, with the clock ticking by into the early hours of the morning, Jason had one last surprise for me. From beneath his pillow he pulled out a small wrapped box and placed it into my hands.
“A little something I think you’d appreciate,” he said, grinning widely from ear to ear. Even in the relative darkness of my room I could see how excited he was. My ears flattened against my head. I hadn’t gotten him anything. He noticed my downturn in mood. “Remember you paid for my flights. Just me being here was my gift from you.”
I nodded and sniffled a little, on the verge of tears. “You still shouldn’t have,” I said, holding the gift in one hand and pulling him into a tight hug with the other, burying my head into his russet fur.
“Why don’t you open it before you start saying whether I should have done it or not,” Jason said, ruffling up my fur as he stroked the back of my neck.
I didn’t want to break the hug, but after a couple of minutes Jason did it for me, pulling back and sitting cross-legged on my bed. His large fluffy tail was curled up in his lap. Taking in a deep breath I looked down at the small box, impeccably wrapped as always. The size and shape gave no indication as to what it was, so I sliced through the paper with a single claw. Inside was a nondescript brown box, again with no markings to identify it.
“You like building the suspense, don’t you?” I asked, turning the box over in my hands. Jason just giggled.
Finding the tab to open the box, I rolled my eyes as a heavily bubble-wrapped object slipped out. There was a small jingle as a set of keys fell out too, along with a couple of pieces of paper. Ignoring those for the moment I found the tape holding the bubble-wrap together and tore it away. What met my eyes within took my breath away.
“Is that…” I whispered, holding up the couple of pieces of moulded resin in one hand.
“Your very own chastity cage, yes,” Jason finished for me. He took the resin tube from my hand. “I’ve already made sure it’s your size. All that’s left is to put it on and see how it feels.”
Nodding dumbly, I just watched as Jason got to work, slipping the second part of the cage around my shaft and balls. The resin ring fit snugly against my balls, held in place by the fox’s finger. I had to bite my lip, trying not to get erect already. Noticing my arousal, Jason snickered a little as he slipped the tube over my shaft. There was a quite click as the two sections clipped together.
“Did you see where the key went?” Jason asked, looking around the mattress as he held the two parts together.
Grabbing them from where they had fallen on the bedsheets, I helped them up. They gleamed slightly in the soft glow of the street lamps. Though one hand had slipped from the cage to stroke against my thigh, Jason looked up at me and said, “Would you do the honours?”
My hand trembled as I inserted the key into the lock and turned it. I barely even breathed as I heard the gentle snick that sealed away my cock for as long as necessary.
“That’s good. Now put them somewhere safe,” Jason said, letting go of the cage to let it settle against my crotch. He gently stroked my thighs as I carefully tossed the keys onto my desk. “How does it feel?”
Shivering from the touches on my thighs, I nodded, rubbing my hands over the resin cast around my cock. It didn’t cut into my flesh at all, feeling like it was made custom for me. “It’s perfect,” I whispered, bouncing my cock and balls a little. I could feel my shaft trying to stiffen, but within the cage there was no room for it to expand. There was a little discomfort, making me hiss a little, but the feeling soon passed.
Jason smiled. “I’m glad,” he said, nuzzling against my chest before flopping sideways onto his pillow. He pulled me down to lie next to him. “How about you keep that on for a whole week?”
I brushed my hand over his chest. “I can do that,” I said, giving him a quick kiss on the muzzle. I could tell he was starting to fall asleep though, so I reached out and closed the blinds to block out the light from the street. “Good night hun.”
Jason murmured a good night back, and it wasn’t long before I heard his deep breaths as he fell asleep. I stayed awake a little longer, feeling the small weight of the resin around my cock. I tried to tease a finger inside one of the few ventilation holes in the resin, but I was unable to even lay a claw upon my shaft. I shivered with delight. Though I would be losing Jason, at least there would be something fun to enjoy for the next week and something to look forward to at the end of it.
***
The morning was a frantic rush. After our long night we both managed to sleep through our alarm. I was woken up by Jason giving me a gentle shake and a kiss on the lips. “Sorry to wake you, but we need to leave in half an hour. Got you a cup of tea though,” he said quietly.
Yawning widely, I sat up and took the offered cup of tea gratefully. With one hand I reached down and went to scratch an itch on my balls, tensing a little at the unfamiliar hardness I found there. Blinking stupidly, I set my cup of tea aside and pulled aside the covers. I gasped, having somehow managed to forget all about the cage.
Jason wagged his tail as he sipped from his own cup of tea, still completely naked. His cock was already half erect. “Oh how I’d love to stay around and tease you further, but we just don’t have the time,” he said sadly. Even so I reached out and gave his shaft a couple of tugs, bringing my hand back to my mouth to lick off the couple of drops of pre that adorned my fingers.
“Come on, get out of bed and start getting dressed or else I’ll never leave,” Jason said, reluctantly holding my hand away.
“Tempting…” I said, holding his hand in mine and kissing it. With a laugh I pushed him back gently and swung my legs out of bed. I barely even noticed the extra weight at my crotch as I stood, taking a few grateful sips of tea.
Thankful we had packed almost everything the previous night, it didn’t take long to get everything together before leaving. After a quick breakfast and throwing on some clothes we were prepared to go. I almost broke into tears seeing Jason standing by my front doors with his bags. I was almost grateful when I patted my pockets to find my wallet was missing. Stammering out an apology I quickly ran back up to my bedroom.
Splashing my face with water to rid myself of tears, I quickly dried up again and looked over my desk for my wallet, but it wasn’t there. Apart from my keyboard and mouse, the desk was empty. My ears then perked up when I head Jason’s voice call out from downstairs, saying he’d found my wallet in the kitchen. I hurried back down, and we were out of the house within a minute.
The airport was a particularly torrid affair. Needless to say we had both shed a fair share of tears, promising each other that we wouldn’t have to wait so long to see each other again, a few months at the most. We gave each other our final farewells. We both said “I love you” too many times to count, and then he was going. He handed a petite fennec his boarding pass, then turned around to wave goodbye before descending down the corridor to his plane.
I didn’t leave until the plane had pulled away from the terminal and taxied onto the runway. I even waved as the plane roared past one last time before ascending into the clouds, taking my love away from me. This time I didn’t even cry, feeling to sorrowful and empty to draw such emotions. I felt completely numb as I walked back to my car, closing my eyes and resting my head on the steering wheel for a few minutes. Eventually I was able to summon the desire to switch on the ignition and return home.
My house smelt of Jason. His scent was the only one I could smell. I didn’t want to open any windows in a desperate attempt to make it linger as long as possible, in the vain hope that he could just be in the next room, rather than on a plane somewhere over the ocean. Eventually I was able to convince myself that he wasn’t coming back, not for a few months at least. Many tears were shed whilst laying on my bed, my muzzle buried into the pillow he had been using, but after several hours I was able to get up again and open a few windows. I still kept his pillow in my arms though. I wasn’t that ready to let go just yet.
Distracting myself with some television, I sat and idled for most of the day before I heard my phone chirp. I quickly grabbed it and opened up the message. It was from Jason. Landed now. Miss you already. <3
Responding to say I missed him too, I hugged the phone to my chest, but no other reply came though. I knew he’d probably be driving already, having kept his car at the airport. He had a long drive ahead of him, so I decided to wander back up to my room and play around on my computer for a while.
Stripping down to nothing and throwing my clothes on the bed, my fingers idly teased at the cage around my cock. I had barely even noticed it while out, and beneath my sadness at Jason leaving there had been an erotic thrill at wearing such a thing out in public.
Remembering that I had tossed the keys for it onto my desk, I scratched my head when I realised they weren’t there anymore. My nose twitched, but I assumed I had simply knocked them off sometime during the morning haste. Crawling on my hands and knees, I searched through the unorganised mess of cables behind my computer, but my eyes didn’t catch any sign of a tell-tale glint of metal. They weren’t there.
Yelping as I bashed my head against the underside of my desk, I frantically searched through my room, tossing everything aside in my desperation. I even searched through my drawers, unballing my socks and chucking all of my underwear and clothes onto my bed. Nothing at all. I didn’t stop. A pile of clothes and junk growing on my bed as I searched every nook and cranny and came up with nothing. I found an old ring I thought I had lost, but that just got thrown onto my bed without a second thought. All I wanted was the keys.
Realising my phone had been chirping a few times, I paused to have a look who the messages were from. Jason. The first had come over half an hour ago and I had been too distracted to notice.
Home now.
Video call?
You around? Got something important to tell you.
Whimpering softly, I keyed in a message to say I’d be online soon. I spent a few minutes tidying my room a little again, mostly just clearing stuff off the bed, before turning on my computer. As soon as it was ready I started to call Jason. He answered less than a second later. Holding back tears as he appeared on my screen, my apology strangled in my throat when I saw what he was holding. The keys to my cage.
“Been looking for these?” he asked, holding them with one finger through the ring, jingling them slightly.
“I… what?” I spluttered, hardly able to believe what I was seeing. After two hours from looking, my boyfriend had them all along. “Did they fall into your bag? Can you mail them back?”
From his smug grin, I knew straight away such a thing was not about to happen. “Nah, I took them deliberately. It’s going to be fun, watching you squirm and gradually become more desperate,” he said with a laugh.
“But it’s going to be months!” I whined, clawing at my desk and feeling my cock throb in its containment.
Jason nodded slowly. “Probably four months until I’ll have enough time off work again. Maybe five. I’d love to make it sooner, but I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he said with a shrug. He held his hand out to the camera. “I am going to miss you, but at least this will give us something more to look forward to.”
I could barely speak. “But… five months?” I could see my reflection on my computer screen, my eyes wide and ears pinned back.
Jason kissed the camera. “Just think how good it will feel at the end of it,” he said, before yawning widely. He apologised. “I might have to sign off. It’s been an exhausting day and I’m a few hours ahead of you again. I don’t want to get jet-lagged too much. Just remember that I love you.”
Trying not to let the tears flow again, I bade good night to my fox. I stared blankly at my screen for a good five minutes before eventually signing off. Though it wasn’t quite so late for me, I decided to retire to bed as well, cuddling a pillow close to my chest as I lay in my bed. It felt so painfully empty and quiet without Jason by my side. Choking back sobs, it was a long time before I was eventually able to relax enough to sleep.
***
Even though we weren’t able to be in each other’s presence, we did at least have regular video calls, usually three or four a week. Depending on our work schedules, they sometimes went for the whole day. Though it was no substitute for the real thing, those calls did at least minimise the loss we both felt somewhat.
Though I pleaded with Jason to mail back the keys he had taken, each time he refused, just holding them up to the camera to assure me that they hadn’t yet left his desk. The first week or so hadn’t been too bad. I had to be careful when going to the bathroom, but otherwise I barely even noticed it was there during the day. Nights were another matter entirely, especially as Jason hadn’t let up at all on our usual practice of sending each other erotic art and pictures we found online. He had bombarded me with all sorts of links and images, each one making me squirm in my seat.
By the end of the third week without Jason, I had given up asking him about the keys. I knew I wasn’t going to change his mind. For a few days I even stopped clicking on the links he sent me, trying my hardest to avoid any sort of arousal, but it wasn’t long before I caved in again. Whenever I was sat at my desk I was almost constantly pawing at my crotch, trying to stimulate my cock through the unyielding resin cast.
Jason loved every minute of it, frequently commenting how my eyes would slowly roll back in my head and I’d drift in and out of conversation. I wasn’t even aware I was doing it, my focus sometimes fading completely. That was after just four weeks, not even a quarter of the way through my ordeal. I didn’t know how I could keep going like this.
As I struggled through the fifth week, I started taking regular cold showers sometimes upwards of four times a day, just to try and cool down the lust that was almost constantly clawing at my mind. It was insatiable, a growing need that made me grind my crotch against almost anything I could.
Work was a struggle. I was often distracted, but thankfully I worked in a small office without many colleagues to notice my distress. They gave me enough space to be alone, and I didn’t interact much with them either, except to fantasise about how they could bend me over my desk and fuck me until I couldn’t take any more. Whenever those thoughts pervaded my mind I had to run to the bathroom to compose myself, sometimes even having to use up some of my sick leave to go home early.
Throughout it all, Jason was both the rock to steady myself on, and my chief tormentor. Whenever we were in call together I was able to drag my scattered thoughts into a coherent stream, but every time he sent me another erotic image I lost it all again. At least once a week he masturbated on camera for me, and these times were the worst and the best. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pry the cage off, only ending up tugging the resin ring hard against my balls. I loved seeing Jason spill his seed into his hand and over his chest, longing to be there with him and to share in his release, but my hands were only ever wet from pre, an almost constant stream flowing from my cock whenever we were on camera.
Several times over the next few weeks, Jason commented on how frazzled my fur was starting to look as I took less and less care in my grooming. My hands were often feeling a little too unsteady to properly groom and brush my fur, leaving me looking dishevelled most of the time.
At Jason’s request I often indulged in using a few of my toys. Though I tried to resist, each time he was able to break me down enough to convince me. They felt good, almost making my mind blank out from bliss each time I used them, but never were they enough to appease the constant craving I felt. In fact it never failed to make it worse, to stoke the fires of arousal that were burning within me. My cock often strained against its cage, the little discomfort generally enough to make it soften again, but it never took with it the need.
Many a time I went to bed, lying on top of the sheets and stroking the resin cage, desperately trying to get enough friction on my leaking shaft. Like Jason had said though, the cage was perfectly built and never allowed me the slightest bit of satisfaction.
Though I had yet to receive any confirmation from the fox, I had circled a date on my calendar, four and a half months after we had parted. That was when I hoped to be free. I had just four weeks left until then.
When the dates finally came through for Jason’s return, I almost cried in joy. Though it was almost a week later than I had expected, there was still a real and tangible end in sight. I had returned to my habit of pleading for the keys, for Jason to send them through ahead. It was a futile request though. The fox wanted to be the one to turn the key and give me my first release in almost five months. He wanted to be there to see it.
Those last few weeks just dragged by, but I could barely remember any of it. I counted down the hours but wasn’t even sure what I was doing most of the time. It was all a bit of a waking daze. My thighs were constantly damp from pre that I no longer even bothered to clean up except when I was going out, which I only did out of necessity. I was working from home most days now, unable to focus enough to spend any time in the office.
Most of the time I went around naked. In the last couple of weeks my skin had become hyper-sensitive as though my brain was trying to compensate for the figurative loss of my cock. I couldn’t tolerate wearing clothes anymore. Even the air currents from my fan made me pant and moan.
Finally the day came. The day I could cum.
It had been just short of five months and once again I awoke to the bedsheets stained with pre. I had become a faucet, the musk of arousal overpowering my nose. In turn that made me even more aroused, and the cycle continued to worsen. Before I could be trapped lying on my bed and futilely attempting to jerk off, I hauled myself out of bed and gave myself the coldest shower I could tolerate.
Pressing my head against the tiles I tried my hardest not to think about what was coming up. I just focussed on seeing Jason again and nothing more. No thoughts about release or freeing myself of the cage. Eventually I was able to calm myself in time to get back out the water and carefully pat myself dry. Picking out my loosest clothes I headed out to the airport to be there with plenty of time, stuffing some paper towels inside my underwear to hopefully soak up the pre from my constantly leaking cock.
Sitting cross-legged in the terminal, I looked out the large windows hoping to see Jason’s plane as it landed. As fate would have it he was coming in at the same terminal he had departed from. I couldn’t even remember how I had felt then, to be so clear headed. I had to grip the armrests on the chair hard just so I didn’t idly start rubbing my crotch in public.
Time ticked by so slowly, the minute hand crawling around the clock until finally a large aircraft pulled up at the terminal. I stood up, legs trembling as I leaned on the back of the chair. Of course there was a bit of a wait before they were all allowed off the plane. It took twenty minutes before a cute wolf steward opened the doors and spoke briefly with the airport staff.
Just as I was wondering if the wolf would be interested in a three-way with Jason and me, the first passengers started to disembark. There were many happy reunions all around, before finally my fox emerged. He looked around for a moment before we ran into each other’s arms. He kissed me hard before holding me tight.
“How you doing, love?” he asked.
I tugged at his arm. “Come on, let’s hurry,” I said, a little whine in my voice. I was tempted to drag him into one of the bathrooms, but he just laughed and dragged me towards the baggage pick-up.
“Bit desperate are you?” he whispered in my ear as we walked hand-in-hand. I could only nod in response.
As we waited behind some people on an escalator down to the baggage pick-up he wrapped his bushy tail around my leg. I couldn’t help but shiver at the touch, letting out a quiet squeak before clamping my jaw shut. A strange, grey furred creature just in front of us looked back and grinned wolfishly at me, his massive ears twitching in amusement against his horns. I glared at Jason but he just giggled and bumped his hip against mine.
That was not the end of the teasing either. As we waited for his bags to come around on the conveyor he stood just in front of me, his hands constantly brushing against my crotch. I bit my lip and tried to push him away, but he always just stepped right back again. His tail brushed up and down my leg and I couldn’t help but let out a few quiet squeaks.
Eventually we were able to escape the airport though. I practically ran for the car, desperate for some privacy. I was sure the front of my trousers were getting with stained, though a discreet rub against them indicated they were still dry for the moment.
The drive home was no source of reprieve. Jason offered to drive, and I gratefully tossed him the keys and slipped in the passenger side of the car. The first few minutes were fine, happily talking about how his flight had been. He complained about a cub a few rows back howling the entire flight, but otherwise had been mostly uneventful.
Then we came to the first set of traffic lights. The moment we’d stopped his hand went straight for my crotch. I whimpered and leant back in my seat, but was unable to escape his probing fingers as they pressed around the resin cage.
“Not long now,” he said. The light went green and his hand pulled away, but my thoughts had already fogged up from arousal.
Each time we stopped he did the same again, his hand eventually tugging at the button of my jeans, undoing it and pulling them down a little to expose my underwear. I did nothing to resist him as he pulled the paper towels out from my underwear. They were the next to go, pulled down to reveal the resin cage. I didn’t even feel any shame at being so exposed in public, letting him have his way with me at every light. Even when he was driving I just lay back in my seat and closed my eyes, feeling my thighs get wet with pre as it leaked from the tip of the cage.
It wasn’t until I felt Jason kissing me did I even realise we had made it home. He had parked my car in the garage and was already pulling my jeans and underwear off completely. I moaned as he knelt down by the side of the car, taking my cock – cage and all – into his mouth. The tip of his tongue pushed into the resin, just about reaching and touching my cock. I tried thrusting, but he held both of his hands on my hips.
“That’s a good boy. Let’s get you in and then you can have your reward for waiting so long,” Jason said as he pulled back and stood up. He held his hand out to me to help pull me out the car. My legs were unsteady as I staggered after him, collapsing on the sofa as the fox went back to the car to get his bags.
He took a little longer than I thought as I writhed around on the sofa, removing my shirt so I was completely nude again. I huffed and whined as I waited, desperate for that release. It had to be any moment now, surely. He wouldn’t keep me waiting any longer than he had to. His voice drifted through from the garage. I closed my eyes. He was probably just letting his family know he had landed safely.
My hands wandered over my crotch, giving my balls and gentle squeeze. They had grown somewhat since I had been placed in the cage, firm and plump beneath my fingers. I would be happy with them if it hadn’t taken five months of sexual torture to get them.
Finally I heard Jason come back into the living room, closing the garage door behind him. The plea for release faltered on my lips as he grimaced and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Hey hun, we have a slight problem,” he said, not meeting my eye.
I sat bolt upright, eyes wide in panic. “You didn’t forget them did you?” I asked through clenched teeth.
Jason nodded. “The keys are on my desk.”