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The sun was barely peeking over the backyard fence when Skylar was shaken awake. There to greet him as he partially opened his eyes was his self-proclaimed owner, Mike. The fox cub had a large smile on his face and seemed to be filled to the brim with energy as he continued to shake the sleepy pink canine. "Wake up sleepy head," he shouted into Skylar's ear, who immediately jumped up in surprise from the sudden increase in volume, although it was more like a flop with his legs still being bound. This seemed to earn him a laugh from the cub who found the sight humorous as Skylar tried to balance himself.

As Skylar heard Mike laughing he could only scowl at the cub who was now giving Bear the same treatment, a mixture of emotions clashing in his head. At this point he wasn't quite sure what he thought about his 'owner.' He knew he should only feel contempt for the mischievous cub that had put him in this situation in the first place, but underneath the anger was a desire to please and an ever present lust. He hoped that his desire to please his owner was merely an influence of the collar and not some twisted form of Stockholm syndrome, figuring that if Mike had any inkling that Skylar wanted to do this, he'd just make the 'game' permanent, if he hadn't already. Unfortunately, he knew that the lust was his own, although he couldn't blame himself for how pent up he was. His thoughts were invaded by the memory of Mike stroking his erection; causing him to blush as he became aroused remembering how good the cub's small hand had felt against his needy shaft, a need that had only grown exponentially in the past few days.

Suddenly Skylar's introspection was interrupted as he heard what sounded like the pouring of food into a bowl. As he peaked outside the doghouse his suspicions were confirmed as he saw Mike pouring a generous helping of food into his bowl, guessing that Bear had eaten last night's portion since he never touched it when Mike last filled it. This assumption filled Skylar with a strange sense of gratitude toward the Doberman, knowing that if Mike had found it to be full he probably would have been disappointed, mad or both, leading to yet another punishment.

Taking a deep breath and doing his best not to slip on the grass, which was wet with morning dew, he doggy walked his way over to the bowl and sat down as he waited for the bowl to be filled. As he sat there patiently he soon began to salivate, his stomach growling angrily since the only thing he had eaten the previous day were the dog treats that the patrons of the police office had given him. He hated how his body was reacting, still finding the taste of dog food foul, but his stomach didn't seem to care as it continued to complain. As soon as Mike finished filling the bowl, Skylar got up and started to move toward it. However, Mike immediately scolded him, "No! No eating until I say so," he said with a stern look on his face. Skylar plopped his butt back on the ground and groaned. "Great, now I get to be told when to eat too," he complained mentally as he watched the cub begin to fill Bear's bowl as well. A couple seconds later Skylar finally noticed something that immediately bothered him. He had been wagging his tail this entire time, and he hadn't even noticed it until now. He frowned as he looked at his tail, finding that he could still will it to stay still, but as soon as he stopped focusing on it, it started moving again. He sighed, another annoyance to add to the list, "At least I'm not chewing on a pair of shoes," he joked to himself trying to not let it bother him.

A moment later Skylar's attention was brought forward again as he heard the screen door open, Kyle sticking out his head and yelling, "Breakfast is ready!" As Mike finished filling Bear's bowl he shouted back, "I'll be in in a minute!" After Kyle closed the screen Mike finally gave the okay and Skylar practically lunged at the bowl of kibble. He decided that the faster he ate, the less he'd taste, so he began to scarf down the dry food as fast as possible, nearly choking a few times. As Skylar got close to finishing the contents of the bowl he flinched as he felt something wet rubbing against his tail hole. He immediately turned his head back to see that Mike was applying another coating of whatever topical cream the vet had given him, and he could only whimper as he knew exactly what the next few hours would be like. But despite knowing what was to come, Skylar found himself unable to pull away, not because he couldn't but because he didn't want to. The cub's finger moving around his rectum was very pleasurable and Skylar barely held back his moans as he returned to eating the rest of his breakfast as his mind clouded over.

Half a minute later Mike finally pulled his finger from Skylar's hole, satisfied that he had done a good job before he ran back into the house for his own breakfast. Skylar didn't even notice that the cub was gone until a minute later when he finally regained awareness of his surroundings again. But despite the finger being gone, he was embarrassed to find that his hole was still trying to clench down, looking for any form of friction. This feeling of need only made his cheeks redden further as he realized how little it took for him to become an aroused wreck. A second later Skylar felt something else press against his tail hole, causing him to whip around putting him face to face with Bear who gave Skylar a lick across the face. Skylar tried to growl at the Doberman, but was quickly reminded of the fact that he shouldn't as he only managed out a yelp as the collar gave him a powerful shock. Luckily his discontent was received as Bear just turned around and wandered off in the other direction.

Skylar decided that now that he was relatively alone, it was the perfect time to scope out the backyard. Although the leash tethering him to the spike in the ground kept him from going very far, he was at least able to survey the area visually. The backyard wasn't all the interesting and most of the items that he could see were just dog toys or children's toys. The perimeter was surrounded by a tall wooden fence that was in desperate need of a new coat of paint. Had his legs not been bound he was convinced that he might be able to climb over it too. Overall, the backyard was disappointing to Skylar, having no sharp objects to potentially use to free himself of his bondage. After a few minutes of nothing else happening, Skylar went back into his temporary home and dozed back off, hoping to make up for his lack of sleep.

However, this didn't last too long as about thirty minutes later the screen door opened again and Kyle called Bear inside. The tiger cub then informed Skylar that they were going on a few errands and that they'd be back in a couple hours to take him to the dog park. And with that the door closed shut leaving Skylar alone in the backyard. Honestly, he couldn't care where they were going, he was just happy that he wasn't going to be paraded around since he didn't seem to be included in the activities.

In fact, this was a great opportunity for him since he'd finally be alone so he waited patiently until he heard the car drive off. As soon as he was satisfied that they weren't coming back he went over to inspect the spike that his leash was attached to. There was absolutely nothing special about the metal spike in the ground. He tried to pull it out of the ground, but it seemed to be anchored to something, so it didn't budge. Next he started to bite at the clip holding his leash, trying to release the latch. After a couple of minutes Skylar finally heard a click as the mechanism unlocked. He was pleased with himself as he worked the leash off the hook and began to move towards the screen door. As he climbed up the stairs onto the wood porch his mood soured a little bit as he felt his butt begin to itch, the cream Mike applied finally seeming to kick in. He groaned knowing that he only had a short period of time before it became worse so he quickened his pace, resulting in him falling over a few times as he struggled to keep his balance. When he finally reached the door he prayed that it was unlocked as he pushed his mitted hands against the glass and began to apply force to the left. To his relief the door slid open, the rubber mitts keeping a decent grip on the smooth glass.

Once the door was completely open he went inside finding himself in the kitchen. Skylar practically drooled as he took his first few breaths, the smell of bacon and eggs greeting his nose. The smell was heavenly, making him wish that he could have partaken in a real meal. And a moment later it seemed as if he wish was granted as he noticed a few strips of bacon sitting on a greasy plate on the edge of the table. Skylar immediately climbed onto one of the chairs and began to greedily eat the few remaining pieces of bacon. It was a bit cold and burnt, but he didn't care as he licked the plate clean, happy to finally have real food. Once the plate was clear of any presence of food he began to get down from the chair, although only managing to knock the entire thing over as he fell to the floor. He would have picked it up, but he didn't know how much time he had so as soon as he got up he waddled over to the kitchen drawers. Fortunately they weren't very high so he was able to pull them out of their shelves with his teeth, each one causing a cacophony of noise as the contents splattered onto the floor.

After pulling out a few he finally found what he was looking for; a knife. He carefully pulled the knife from the mess of silverware with his teeth and tried to place it between his paws. His grip on the knife was incredibly unstable so he decided that trying to cut the collar was out of the picture, lest he wanted to cut his throat. Because of this he opted to try to cut his leg bands first.

What followed was the most frustrating half hour of Skylar's life as he tried to cut through the latex bands. Not only was his grip on the utensil weak, the angle at which he had to cut was awkward. And because of this he made absolutely no progress. He also tried to remove the mitts from his hands using his mouth to guide the knife, but the straps seemed to be just as resistant to cutting. After an hour of wasted effort Skylar threw the knife across the room in anger. At this point he could barely think of anything but the itching at his backside, and the frustration from his failures only seemed to fuel his desperate desire to quench the burning itch so that he could think of a better plan.

Eventually he did give in to his base needs and he found himself scooting his butt across the carpet. But much like the night before, this wasn't enough and to exacerbate the problem, Bear wasn't here to help him, an idea that he hated himself for even considering again. After scooting around the house for a bit he found himself back in Mike's room. He was about to leave when he noticed the large box lying at the foot of the bed. He immediately knew how to solve his dilemma as he moved over to the box and stuck his head inside. He moved the contents of the box around until he finally found what he was looking for as he took ahold of it in his mouth and pulled it out of the box. In between his teeth was a fairly large black canine dildo with an impressive looking knot near the bottom. He grinned to himself as he sat the toy upright on the ground, considering this solution much more tolerable to the one he had the previous night.

Unfortunately the toy was large enough that he knew he wouldn't be able to take it dry, and since it was either this or scooting around for the next few hours, he took the lesser of the two evils and started to lick at it and eventually took the head into his mouth. After a few minutes of this he released it from his mouth, satisfied that it was sufficiently lubricated as he turned himself around and began to line himself up with the tip. A moment later Skylar sat down, the tip of the toy easily pushing past his anal ring. He immediately sighed in relief, the toy scratching the itch he couldn't reach as he began to lower himself further down the dildo. It took a bit of effort but he managed to slowly work his way down to the knot, the toy calming the fire in his bowels. After a minute Skylar was silently moaning to himself as he rode the toy, using his hands to control his elevation. Thankfully, the shaft wasn't too large so he didn't feel any discomfort although he had to stop at the knot each time since it was disproportionately large in comparison to the rest of the toy, and beyond anything he had taken to this point.

A few long minutes later and Skylar finally felt the itch begin to subside so he forced himself to stop, trying to control the arousal that had been building to the point that he was already leaking from his caged cock. Eventually his arousal began to subside so he started to lift himself off from the toy. However, as Skylar raised himself his hand caught on his leash, violently pulling him to the ground on top of the canine toy. The next couple of moments were the most agonizing he had ever felt as the toy's knot was forced past his sphincter, the dildo sliding all the way inside up to the base. The pressure was intense as the large knot filled his insides to the point of discomfort. Skylar immediately scrambled onto his knees and tried to pull it out, but thanks to the mitts he couldn't get a grip. He also tried to force it out, but he didn't seem to have the strength to push the knot out. And to make things worse, the itch was slowly returning, and now with no way to move the toy he started to grind against the floor again in an attempt to wiggle the toy around.

Skylar quickly discovered that his was a horrible idea as the dildo began to vibrate intensely as a switch at the bottom of the toy turned on from being rubbed against the carpet, causing his eyes to nearly roll to the back of his head as the toy vibrated against his prostate. Within mere seconds he was completely lost to lust as he ground his crotch against the carpet, his cock leaking profusely, desperate to be free of its cage. After ten minutes of mindless grinding his lust-addled mind searched for a better alternative, which it quickly found as his eyes settled on a large stuffed bear lying on the bed. And since he was beyond any reasonable level of self-control at this point, he was soon positioned overtop the plush bear and grinding against it like a horny dog, his loud moans filling the room as the plush fur of the bear became slick and wet with his copious amounts of pre.

Unfortunately for Skylar, the batteries lasted another hour before the toy's motor finally sputtered to a stop, leaving him grinding against the now ruined stuffed animal as he continued to hump for another couple of minutes before finally passing out from exhaustion.