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Read The Fine Print 2

By KichigaiKitsune.

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This story contains explicit scenes of an erotic and sexual nature featuring a male, non-human, anthropomorphic "furry" character that is under the chronological age of 18. It is an erotic tale. If such material offends you, or you are not of legal age to view this material, or it is otherwise illegal for you to view this material, do not continue. This warning is explicit, so do not complain to the author or the hosts of this document if you get in trouble for reading it, or you dislike this type of story, or if you are an irresponsible parent and can't control what your children read online. Or if they do read adult material, to view it harmlessly as fiction. All of that is your responsibility.

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The author does not condone, recommend or encourage any illegal actions. This story is pure fiction and fantasy.

Story Codes: b, b/F, masturbation, medical, bondage, milking, machine, overstimulation, consensual, dub-con, tickling, dry orgasm. Implied incest.

Dedicated to Daedalus (aka, Kilted Jackalope). I had been hoping to share this silly thing with you, buddy...

_ Rest well._

Foreword: a very indulgent story. Not my usual fare, but I hope you all enjoy it regardless!

It was yet another classic Californian scorcher. So far, every day of the summer vacation had been much the same, with a merciless, searing sun and scarcely a cloud in sight to temper its oppressive heat.

However, the climate didn't deter the Tornadoes from their dream of winning the community under-13s soccer cup. They had played two matches every week of the holidays, and young Tyler had played in every single one.

The eleven-year-old star striker was used to having every eye in the park on him when he played. His odd, tawny-blonde pelt with creamy white "socks" was unusual for a fox, and his neck-length, tawny-blonde headfur flowed and streamed dramatically in the air behind him as he zeroed in on the goal net, leaving all but the boys with the longest legs eating his dust.

And this weekend had been no exception -- Tyler and his team had thumped the opposition, guaranteeing they were in the semi-finals. But that had been earlier this morning. His parents were out of town today, so now he has waiting to be picked up by his half-aunt for a sleepover. A word he infinitely preferred over being told he needed a "babysitter."

Feeling more than pleased with himself, but exhausted after giving his all for his team, the young fox took shelter under the palm trees that ringed his soccer field, awaiting his aunt's silvery SUV. He'd changed out of his uniform with his team in their changerooms - an event full of echoing yells, elated team chants, and lots of sneak-peeks and the sorts of general craziness you'd expect when a dozen boys were running around in their underwear (or less) in an enclosed area - but it might not have appeared that way to the uneducated.

Instead of his team uniform, since he always was in a "soccer-mood" after playing, he usually slipped into a his beloved kid-sized Team USA jersey, removing his shinpads but retaining his own team socks, pulled up to his knees, and running shoes instead of spiked cleats. At a casual glance, the tawny fox looked like he was just going to play another game.

But no, that was just what he liked to wear. To hell with fashion, he actually liked his long socks, tight against his calves up until just below his knees. He was a trend-setter, he always told himself, not a follower!

He hummed to himself, tugging tufts of dry, itchy grass from the ground as he waited. His gym bag and backpack by his side.

To say Tyler got along well with his aunt would be an understatement. The vixen was actually his father's half-sister, but was extremely close with the family by reason of being the only relative they had in this state, and just being a wonderful lady who was always happy to look after the high-energy soccer prodigy - who was not always as mature or sensible as his performance on the field would imply.

But there was more to it than that. Ty wasn't stupid, and the hints had been plentiful that his aunt found him... interesting. She was a fascinatingly beautiful vixen, and her teasing and gentle touch, brushing his cheek, lingering near the leg holes of his shorts, revved his little heart and, when reflecting on it at night in his bed, tented his pajamas.

Over a year ago, Tyler had discovered that rubbing a certain part of his body not only felt good, but if he persisted it felt really, really good. Curious and more than a little excited by his discovery, he had asked his aunt about that, since he knew she was a nurse.

She had encouraged his experimenting, telling him she saw nothing wrong with exploring his own body and interests. And Ty had to be honest: he really did enjoy doing just that.

It certainly hadn't hurt him to lie down and make himself feel good before drifting off to sleep at night. No, he thought those things rather enriched his life experience, although not in so many words. Heck, he'd probably be doing them even if she hadn't said anything about them. But her advice and suggestions had really helped.

But one little thought always crept into his mind. With his aunt's whispered remarks and appraising glances... would she wanna watch, maybe? Did she do things like it?

Cross-legged on the grass, he instantly regretted thinking about that. Because he felt a visitor in his athletic briefs almost instantly, and had to fight his instinct to push or squeeze through his shorts in public. That'd just make it worse. He covered up by folding his arms in front of him instead.

With the game finished, the community field was now home to a dozen couples and their kids, as well as a few joggers just out for the afternoon exercise. In spite of the awful heat. Still too much of a potential audience

That had started to be a recurring problem for him. Still, the semi-boner pressing into his underwear felt oddly nice.

Luckily, he spied his aunt's SUV pull into the parking lot only moments later. So he got up, snatched up his gym bag, and jogged over to the vehicle with a grin on his face. Giving 'it' a chance to calm down.

As he approached, the vixen waved at him and unlocked the door. Tyler tossed his gym bag in the back, thumped the door shut, wrenched the front passenger door open and practically bounced into the seat. "Hi Aunt Jolie!" he said, quickly buckling up.

"Hi Nephew Tyler!" joked his aunt, reaching out to give his long headfur a tousle. "How did the game go?"

"We kicked their asses," the boy said with a nonchalant shrug. "Of course."

"Of course." His aunt laughed, casually reversing out of the parking space. "Did you score, hon?"

"Twiiiice." Ty held up two fingers, beaming.

"I knew it."

Ty dug into his bag. "Hey, can I connect to your phone?"

"Sure, hotspot's already on." With a gentle rumble, the SUV accelerated down the road.

For several minutes, Tyler occupied himself with his little 8-inch tablet, playing his favorite time-killer. Eventually, he huffed. "It's still too hot!" he complained. "Is the air-con on full?"

His aunt shot him an apologetic look. "I think it needs re-gassed," she admitted. "It can't handle these sorts of days."

"I think it was nearly one-ten today," Tyler mused aloud.

"Why don't you take your shirt off, hon?" Jolie suggested, winking at him.

The kit felt a brief thrill, then laughed. "I dunno, that'll raise the temperature even more."

"Because you're so hot, huh?"

"Yep." The fox-boy chuckled, but sat forward in his chair. With a bit of effort, he worked his Team USA jersey off and tossed it into the back, leaving his torso bare and exposed to the cool air flowing from the dashboard vents.

He sat up straight, noticing his aunt's brief glance.

Obsessed with his endurance and performance on the field, Tyler jogged every single day, and was one of the fittest kids in his entire school. He wasn't a big or muscular kid, in fact he was slight for his age, but he was toned and trim; even sitting, slouched in the car seat, his belly was flat, though covered in his rich, creamy-white fur, taut, with not an ounce of unnecessary fat on his frame.

He shot his aunt a cheeky grin and went back to playing. Feeling proud of himself and his body - he loved that his aunt, and even some girls at school, made him feel like that. It made him feel mature and... well!

Heck, there was a gay boy in his class, who'd admitted to having a crush on him. That had made Tyler's day when he heard it. He was far from offended or creeped out. He wasn't that kinda guy.

After a moment, Jolie looked at her nephew sideways. An arch smirk on her delicate features. "You don't remember what we're doing today, do you?"

Tyler locked his tablet, then sat and thought. "Hrm. No, I don't."

"Remember I said I needed your help for an experiment at the university?"

The kit frowned. Then his eyes widened hugely. "Oh, yeah..." He felt a shy grin sneak onto his face. "The experiment with my...?"

"Yeaaah."

His cheeks started to feel warm, despite the blasting air-conditioning. "Oh, wow, I forgot. I totally forgot."

"You forget it after we're done."

Tyler shifted. "What'll I have to do?"

"Well," Jolie looked over at him. "You'll have to get naked, and we're going to put your penis into a machine."

Despite how casually he often talked about this stuff with his aunt, Tyler's stomach fluttered with a little anxiety; this time, it wasn't going to be teasing words or even blunt, open discussion. He was finally gonna show his privates to his aunt; something they'd both been hinting at doing for a little while. "What'll the machine do?"

"You know that nice, tingling feeling?"

Tyler exhaled. "Y-you mean, an orgasm?" His aunt already knew that he knew what those felt like. She was the only one who really knew the extent of his development and experimentation. She was the reason he knew the word, even.

"That's it. You're gonna have a lot of those." She leaned closer, and he was hit full in the face by the scent of her perfume. "And I'll get to watch you, I'm afraid."

"Oh, dude..." The fox-boy shivered. "Is that it?"

"Oh no, there's a twist." His aunt smirked even wider. "There's a few twists, actually. But you're tough enough to handle them."

"Like what?" That didn't exactly inspire confidence.

"Oh I can't tell you." She reached out and poked his navel, and he instantly jolted. "That's a hint, though."

Tyler smiled, a little surprised by the poke, but it was nothing new. His aunt frequently tickled him, ever since he was very little. He had memories of being quite young, and being tickled into submission by her. Truth was, he liked the contact, even though he was insanely ticklish, so often provoked her into it.

But as he got older, there was a subtle change. Subtle at first, anyway. She would tickle him harder, longer. Daring him to take it, and eventually it became common for her to grip his skinny wrists and just go to town. She seemed to use it to explore his body, and he honestly loved it, even when it became unbearable. He enjoyed the attention, the contact, the challenge. Daring her to bring it on in turn.

All of a sudden, he felt a twitching in his briefs again, and his cheeks suddenly burned. He squirmed slightly again, moving his tablet to cover up.

Naturally, the movement just made his aunt look over. She laughed, a gentle, throaty sound that was somehow inherently relaxing to Tyler. "Don't be shy, Ty," she told him. "It's a normal thing. And, if you agree to do this, I'll see it much more closely very soon."

He smiled and eventually worked up the bravery to move the tablet to the side. Feeling thoroughly naughty - but oddly comfortable - with letting his aunt see his tented shorts. "Will it matter that I just played a soccer game?" he asked. "We were talking about control variables and stuff in experiments in class, before vacation.

"Actually, it helps. Your testosterone will be higher after winning, if you're not too tired." The vixen reached out and squeezed his leg, in the middle of his thigh. A scant few inches from the undeniable bump in his shorts. "And not with those legs... Either way, you won't really be able to help it. You'll be stiff down there for as long as we need you to be."

Without even thinking, Tyler let his legs spread slightly. He stared down at his tented shorts, a little awed by what he was about to do, by the thrill he felt. But eventually, his fun-loving, boyish nature reasserted itself and won over his nervousness.

"Well, good thing I got a head start!"

And his aunt burst out laughing.

Twenty minutes later...

Doctor Gabriel was still pouring over the data from the earlier tests. The coyote was happily chewing on soft toffee as he doodled circles in the margins of his papers, keeping his paws busy while his eyes scanned the numbers. Occasionally scratching in actual notes.

It wasn't just about nerve activation or neural activity, things that he couldn't adequately study with a few wireless sensors on a subject's wrist and foramen magnum. No, the nurse and he had made many observations about the boy's reactions.

To him, this had long lost any sense of forbidden allure. Dr. Gabriel was a happily married coyote with eyes for no other than his wife. It was all business for now, whether the subject was eleven or twenty-two. He wasn't sure he could say that for Nurse Jolie, but she seemed no less passionate about the research.

Revolutionary nerve stimulation technology that would let amputees feel, change the nature of virtual reality, and, yes, lead to the creation of a whole new type of innovative 'marital aid' that could benefit everyone. That wasn't unimportant either. If anything, that might be the most lucrative of applications.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mmh?" Gabriel mumbled around his toffee. "Oh, the next research subject."

He got up and opened the door. The bright features of Nurse Jolie greeted him, and she was dressed in yet another smooth shirt that barely concealed her voluptuous breasts. "Afternoon, Gabriel," she said, stepping to the side and gesturing behind herself. "This is my nephew..."

As she stepped aside, she revealed a small figure, blinking up at him.

Dressed in a blue-and-white soccer uniform, the fox boy's fur was an unusual shade of blonde instead of the usual ruddy red, with head-fur that descended to his neck much like the last boy's, and his extremities and muzzle were a creamy white. Blue socks were stretched up to his knee, folded down at the tops, and he had a slightly bemused expression on his face. One ear was cocked endearingly, practically forcing the coyote to smile.

"I'm looking after him tonight." Jolie laid a tender paw on the kit's shoulder. "He's been eager to help us out, you know. I think he could do with some, uh, relaxation after today's game."

"Fantastic!" Gabriel swallowed his toffee and stepped aside. "Come in, guys. Everything's set up." As the kit stepped past him, the doctor raised an eyebrow at the nurse and mouthed. "Relaxation?"

She just winked at him.

For his part, Tyler was a little confused. He looked around the simple physiotherapy room, trying to guess exactly what he'd be doing.

He'd been in places like this before, more or less. There was a massage table, and a long worktable holding various pieces of equipment and a few sinks along the length of the room. As expected, it was like a hospital physiotherapy room had been crossed with the sports-massage room his parents took him to occasionally.

There was a chair, similar to a dentist's adjustable chair, near the center of the room, with a dolly next to it that held some sort of device he didn't recognize, and mostly glanced over. There was a bed by far wall, a simple single bed covered with simple white sheets.

When he saw the straps lying on the bed and the chair, he thought nothing of it.

"Are we ready, doctor?" his aunt asked.

"Just about. Why not take him to the shower first?"

Tyler slipped towards the long table and leaned against it, trying to camouflage his nervousness.

Normally outgoing, the fox-boy was surprised to find himself feeling awkward and shy with only his aunt and this doctor as an audience. Then again, considering why he was there...

"He's already had one." His aunt picked up a clipboard and inspected it. "Big team shower thing after the match."

"They still do that?" Doctor Gabriel was visibly surprised. "I thought that wasn't a thing anymore. What with the body-fear everyone is so determined to instill in their kids."

"Tyler isn't quite like that. Neither are his parents, actually." With a smile, Aunt Jolie lowered the clipboard and met Tyler's eyes. "Are you ready?"

Tyler flushed again. "I guess so..."

She winked at him. "We need your shirt, shorts, and undies off," she said. "Don't be shy. We've both seen everything a million times before. Seriously. And Doctor Gabriel will explain while we get ready."

"I'm guessing, much like the previous subject, you haven't really been told what's coming." The coyote tapped his chin. "Is that right?"

Jolie suddenly burst out laughing. "Oh, I just couldn't spoil the surprise."

"Weren't you critical of our student assistant for not bringing her brother up to speed?" reminded the doctor. "Well. Anyway. I can't continue without explaining."

Tyler shifted nervously. "Um." He was surprised at how small his voice was. "So I should strip off now?"

He received a gentle smile. "If you wouldn't mind," Doctor Gabriel told him. "You can still change your mind if you're put off by what I tell you. Please, don't be shy. We've seen plenty of naked bodies before, and I'm sure you have nothing to ashamed of."

"I'd say you've got something to be proud of, actually," Jolie murmured to him with a wink. "Why don't you show us?"

The kit flushed. "Geez, auntie," he grinned. "You just wanna see me naked."

"Maybe." She returned the grin. "But you can leave those socks on for me if you like."

He looked down at his legs. "Why?"

"Oh, they just don't need to come off yet. It's cool in here, so might as well keep them on until you're warmed up." She reached over and started fiddling with a small machine - it reminded Tyler of an ultrasound or something. A small, white, boxy machine with a small LCD screen and buttons alongside it. "I'll take them off for you if we need access to your pawsies, okay?"

Tyler did find the room a little cold, having just been out in the sweltering sun. But he suspected his aunt just liked his socks. She did tend to give him paw or calf massages through them. "Why would you need access to my paws?" he chortled, before shucking his shirt off his lean frame in a single movement.

"Well," Doctor Gabriel murmured cordially. "That's another fine specimen we've got here! I can tell you take your sports seriously."

The kit grinned, tossing the colorful shirt onto the desk neglectfully. "What kinda experiment are we doing?" he asked, his uneasiness ebbing quickly while he undid the drawstring of his nylon shorts. Being replaced by excitement as the adults just watched him with encouraging, tolerant smiles.

Tyler enjoyed being at the center of positive attention. He was a bit of a 'ham', his father would say. Though he'd normally draw the line at nudity, he felt he could trust these adults, especially his aunt, and an experiment was as good an excuse as any to bare all!

The male doctor nodded at the device by Tyler's aunt. "Well, rather than giving you a big lecture like the last boy managed to sit through," he said, "I'll keep it simple. That device there stimulates nerve endings. We're testing the technology to see if we can create artificial limbs that can feel, and maybe one day it can be used in virtual-reality systems." He winked. "Oh, and to make people feel good."

Tyler cocked an ear as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving himself in nothing more than his knee-high socks and black athletic briefs. "So you're gonna test it on my dick?" As he said that, he realized the nylon-cotton of those briefs was tented just slightly - when had that happened?

"Yes, but I need to warn you." Doctor Gabriel's voice became even, serious. "It will be extremely intense. And we're not just testing it by itself; you'll be exposed to conflicting and distracting stimuli, and we'll measure it against a baseline."

The kit shifted from paw to paw. A nervous smile forced its way onto his face. "Oh no."

"Oh no indeed." But Gabriel shrugged. "You may actually enjoy yourself, Tyler. A few guys have reported they found it very enjoyable and asked if we needed more data. But because of the nature of this test, once you agree to it, there's no backing out. We'll give you a chance to get used to it, but after you agree to continue, that's it. I promise you it won't hurt you or anything; that simply won't happen."

The fox boy glanced over at the machine. His first thought was that it couldn't be all that bad. Then he finally registered the strap, the medical restraints on the bed next to the machine... and another pair of straps dangled from a metal pole above. It was obvious what they were.

He gulped comically, and his bare stomach tingled.

His aunt looked over at him. "Don't worry too much," she assured him. "The last boy had to just sit there and endure the machine on maximum power, and he got through it fine. And it doesn't hurt or anything like that."

"What does it feel like?" Tyler asked in a small voice. Staring at the straps and forgetting he was supposed to be disrobing.

"Have you ever rubbed your penis until you had that nice feeling?" Doctor Gabriel enquired. "An orgasm?"

That grin returned to Tyler's face. "Yeah. Lots of times."

"Have you ever tried to keep going after one?"

Tyler bit his lip and nodded. "It's really... I dunno. Tickly? It's strong."

"Have you ever tried just rubbing the head until you had the feeling? And kept going after that? Or do you just rub the whole thing."

The kit's grin got broader, and he shifted, swinging his arms nervously. "The whole thing. I just go like this." He made a motion with two fingers and a thumb, miming his masturbatory motion in front of his still covered groin.

"I think you're about to learn a lot, today, Tyler." Doctor Gabriel laughed. "I don't know if your parents would approve, but I'm sure you will. But if you'd just rubbed the head over and over, it would be a very strong, very uncomfortable feeling. That's what this will feel like, once you orgasm for the first time. Some like it, some can't stand it."

Tyler's apprehension flipped again, this time transforming into excited curiosity. He had to wonder how that would feel; for something to be uncomfortable but not painful? How could an orgasm do something like that? Everyone he'd ever had had felt good.

With that thought, he slipped his thumbs into his briefs and pushed them down his lean legs, over his still be-socked paws. He glanced at the adults, wanting to see their reaction.

The coyote was just watching him with an amused expression, unfazed by seeing yet another dick. But his aunt affected a playfully appraising look, slowly looking up and down her almost-bare nephew's form. Then she laughed and went back to the machine.

Tyler looked down and gingerly touched his semi-erect penis. Emboldened and assured the adults didn't care. His toes curled into the carpet as he did, and his thin, warm member stiffened more in his fingers.

"He's ahead of schedule," joked Doctor Gabriel. "When you're ready, we need to take a few measurements to make sure we use the right attachment."

"Yes, doctor." Jolie finished with the machine, then reached over to a grab a small sports cold-pack from a tray next to it, and also a small yellow ruler. "This will be cold, Ty, but we have to measure you both stiff and flaccid." She made a face as she walked over to the bemused boy. "I hate that word."

"Is flaccid the opposite of erect?" Tyler asked, watching as his aunt knelt in front of him. "Like, normal?"

"Yeah. But it always sounds so... judgmental." She reached out without warning, lightly cupping his bare backside, and pressed the cold pack to his overeager dick.

"Yirf!?" Startled, Tyler pulled his legs together and reached out to steady himself against his aunt. "G-geez!"

"It's to help it go down," the vixen explained. "Don't worry. We'll make it stiff again afterwards. You won't be able to stop it, actually."

Tyler took a deep breath. After a second or two, he felt his dick start to deflate. "Y-yeah?"

"Yeah. All the stuff we have here is very potent." She held the pack still, limiting his stimulation. In no more than ten seconds, she removed the ice-pack - much to Tyler's relief - and pressed the ruler into his downy-furred groin. "Four point five, doctor."

Doctor Gabriel picked up a pen and the clipboard Jolie had put down, and scribbled quickly on the affixed paper. "Subject's age?"

"Eleven and two months."

"Right. Hm. That's a decent size actually." The doctor lowered the clipboard and inspected Tyler more intently. "Given his level of overall development. Should fit just fine with the same attachment as last time."

"I have his general measurements written down over there."

"I saw. Tyler, if you're curious, you're actually a little smaller and lighter than the average boy your age, but your equipment there is slightly bigger than average."

That was good to know. Though Tyler had always considered himself just... normal. He only had quick glances and silly moments in the locker-room to go by. Something most other kits today never got to experience at all.

"Man, that was cold," the kit mumbled, still braced against his auntie.

She laughed. "Sorry. Spread your legs?" He complied, and she gently kneaded his scrotum. Feeling out the little balls within. "Tanner two, maybe three. So, normal."

Tyler had closed one eye. "That feels weird."

"It's only gonna get weirder." The vixen shot him an arch grin. "Bet you didn't think your auntie would be feeling your nuts by the end of today?"

The mostly nude boy had to laugh. "No!"

"Well..." She leaned in closer as she stood, so her muzzle was near his flattened ears. "I did."

Tyler's heart soared, and he smirked. "You coulda just asked."

"Oh, I know." She walked over to the tray by the mysterious machine and lifted what seemed like a toothpaste tube. "But for now, we have to put this on your little soldier there."

Tyler raised an eyebrow, then looked down at his wrinkled, foreskin-covered 'flaccid' penis. "What's it do?"

"Well, a few things." His aunt knelt in front of him again. "It's a lubricant, like for when you're having sex or playing with yourself. But it also contains some irritants and a vasodilator." She spun the lid off the tube. "It's very good at what it does..."

"It virtually guarantees an erection," Doctor Gabriel explained, still watching from the side. "You might find it interesting that one of the active ingredients is isolated from a spider's venom. It won't poison or hurt you, though. Just a fun fact."

"That's kinda cool."

His aunt reached out and took his paw. Idly, Tyler realized how much smaller his hand was than hers. "Here," she instructed, squeezing a blob of the cool, clear liquid onto his palm, "why don't you do it for us? Try not to miss any."

Tyler closed his fingers slowly, feeling the slick goo spread over his fingers and palm. "Ah, no, don't get in my fur!" He laughed.

"It wipes off real easily."

Slowly, Tyler closed his wet paw around his dangling member. He grinned as he started to squeeze and massage himself, covering the entirety of the diminutive organ in the lubricant. Making sure to pull the foreskin down and work it over his pinkish glans. His fingers glided over the smooth, furless skin, and almost immediately it started to tingle. "It feels weird already," he murmured.

"Nice though, right?" Jolie stood and walked over to the machine again. "When you're done, head over to the bed there."

In only a few seconds, Tyler's penis glistened in the artificial light, and he wandered across to the bed in the corner. His eyes wandered to the straps again.

"Um, so, do I have to be tied up?"

"I can guarantee it," the doctor assured him. "We won't hurt you or anything. But you'll definitely want to squirm too much when we start."

"You'll do just fine." His aunt looked over at him. "Tyler, have you even noticed?"

The kit blinked. "Hm?"

"Look down below."

He did. "Wh-wha-?!"

Naturally, he was erect again. His dick jutted out from his fluffy groin at a right angle to his body, and he watched as it twitched and seemed to inflate further. The feeling of it stiffening up had been lost in the warm tingling.

His aunt moved the bed slightly until it was under the metal curtain railing built into the roof. Then slung a white strap over that railing - a strap that ended in a pair of cloth medical restraint cuffs.

Despite his flushed cheeks and proud stiffy, Tyler felt a chill. He was gonna be tied up like that? Arms over his head?!

"Hop up, hot-stuff." Jolie instructed, an incorrigible grin on her face. "Kneel up here, let's get you in position."

After a moment's hesitation, considering his situation... Tyler put his paws on the white cotton sheets, and clambered atop the thin foam mattress. Feeling the cool fabric against the fur of his bare knees.

"Okay, just let your feet hang over the edge here." His aunt gently positioned him, setting him until he was kneeling in the center of the simple bed, but facing to one side with his sock-covered feetpaws dangled over the edge of the mattress. "There we go."

Tyler knew what was coming next. He knew that, in only a few moments, he'd feel the medical restraints constricting around his limbs. But he stayed silent, his pulse racing. Curious. Excited.

His dick, protruding from his groin, quivered and throbbed with undeniable pressure, and he looked down at it as he knelt there, inspecting the slickened member. Reaching down to tweak the hanging foreskin.

"So this won't hurt, right?" he asked in a small voice. He felt a soft ring of fabric encircle his left ankle and tighten. A shaky gasp escaped his throat.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"Are you excited?" his aunt asked him, a lilt to her voice. "About being tied up like this?"

He thought about it. "Y-yeah. Yeah."

"No, this won't hurt. It's just very intense." Another cuff was tightened around his other ankle. "Kneel up. I gotta strap down your thighs."

He obeyed, straightening up on his knees. He just watched as his aunt walked around the other side of the bed and wrapped a strap around his left thigh.

Yeah, they were going to tie him down. Or up. Whatever!

A strap went around his other thigh. In only a few moments, his aunt adjusted the straps and cuffs. A few tugs and adjustments, and Tyler suddenly realized his legs were almost totally immobilized: he was kneeling on the bed, with straps just above his knees and at his ankles holding him fast, pulling him in both directions and down to the bed.

Shifting his weight, he found he really couldn't move his lower body at all.

His aunt didn't waste time.

"Oh geez." Tyler swallowed as his aunt took his paw again, raising it above his head and slipping the cuff onto his narrow wrist. With a firm tug, it tightened. "What if I break the rail?"

"It's much sturdier than it looks," Jolie 'reassured' him. "It's built into a metal support girder, not just the ceiling panel. If full-grown males haven't broken it, you'll be fine."

His other paw was gently taken over his head and slipped into the other cuff. It, too, was pulled tight.

The kit looked down at his body, lean and small, stretched out and exposed, with a quivering few-inches of 'boy' projecting into the air in front of him. Vulnerable and obviously exposed.

To his surprise, his aunt gently took his member and gave it a few deliberate strokes, as if trying to encourage it. He wriggled his toes involuntarily. "The same attachment as last time, doctor?"

"Yes, definitely. Go on, give us a test-wriggle."

It took a moment for Tyler to realize she was talking to him. With a soft 'Oh!' he tried to oblige, squirming and pulling and trying to break out from his exposed kneeling position. He could barely even wiggle his hips, and he was stretched upwards such that he couldn't sit down and let his butt meet his heels. His torso, privates, backside and thighs were utterly exposed, and the firmness of the cuffs around his limbs told him clearly that he wasn't about to change that any time soon. "Oh geez..."

Doctor Gabriel wheeled the trolley with the strange machine over to the bed, and Tyler took his chance to examine it. It was larger than an ultrasound machine, and the cable from it didn't end in a wand, but a clear plastic sheath. A cigar-shaped tube.

He frowned at it. "What is that thing?"

"That's the device that's going to be driving you crazy." The coyote pressed a few buttons on it. "Well, it won't be wholly responsible for it."

"What do you mean?" Tyler panted. He let out a quiet breath and looked down his body again: he now had a true throbbing erection, possibly the hardest he'd ever been. It felt full and warm in a way he hadn't felt before, and he ached to touch it. "Hnn!"

"You'll find out soon," his aunt breathed. Quickly, a plastic ruler was placed alongside his boner and a final note was taken. Taking the tube of lubricant and the plastic sheath from the doctor, she squirted some more of the lubricant into the sheath's lining. "Are we ready, doctor?"

Neither of the males missed the barely suppressed eagerness in her voice.

"Yes, I suppose so."

Tyler merely gulped.

The vixen placed her thumb and forefinger at the base of the boy's diminutive but intense erection. She pressed the opening against the straining member's tip, and Tyler twitched. He gasped when she pushed, and his dick sunk into the opening, the soft and slick rubber-nylon lining squeezing it from all directions.

He let out a contented sigh as he felt it enclose his barely three-inch toy entirely from tip to base. It was wet and soft, and he was rock hard and tingling from the specialized lubricant.

The male doctor hummed to himself as he began placing adhesive plastic circles on the kit's body and taping them down with translucent medical tape. "Wireless sensors," he explained as he placed on just above the kit's heart. "We're going to be taking measurements even as we calibrate the machine."

His aunt held the sheath in place, and reached for the device to which it was attached. "Engaging vacuum," she reported clinically. A button clicked, and the device started to make a whirring noise.

Before Tyler could ask, he felt a suction on his enclosed member, and one of his eyes squinted shut. "Oh crap!" he panted. "That f-feels good."

"That's just to hold it in place," Gabriel explained, placing another node on the kit's lower spine. "Go ahead and start the response measurement cycle, Jolie."

Another button press. And suddenly, the entire surface area of Tyler's penis was engulfed in a crawling, tingling sensation. A warm, deep, tingling reminiscent of a mild electric current.

The boy immediately tugged on his restraints, his eyes shooting wide. "H-hahh! That's-!"

"Hold on." His aunt gently patted his backside. "It's just warming up. Hold tight."

Tyler grit his teeth and writhed slowly as his dick was assailed by an undulating wave of tingles and prickles. He pulled hopelessly on the straps holding his arms above him and shifted his weight as best he could.

It really was similar to the ultrasounds he'd had before, especially on his knee, but much stronger.

"Alright. The sensors are working just fine." The coyote peered at his tablet's screen. "Recording output. Alright. Tyler?"

"Y-yeah?" the kit managed to pant, managing to squint at the doctor through one eye. "Hrh!"

"We're going to set the machine on a stimulation program," the adult told him, not even bothering to look over, "that's designed to make you climax in a set period of time. We'll let that run a few times on you, and then we'll give you a break. Then we'll run the same program with an interfering stimulus, and see how the data is impacted by that interference." He paused. "So, basically, hold on tight, kid. We're about to make you orgasm five times in five minutes."

His aunt leaned in close, 'checking' the sensor on his lower back. Giving him a very clear view down her shirt as she did. "You can try to hold it off," she suggested. "See how long you can last. That'd be good, actually."

With his dick feeling like his tongue after a mouthful of soda and pop-rocks, Tyler could barely gasp his concerns. Specifically, right now he had no intention of holding anything off whatsoever!

There was a beep as Gabriel poked something on the device. Suddenly, the tingling switched to a lower intensity and started to sweep up and down Tyler's diminutive penis.

The kit shook his head to clear it, staring down at the clear plastic tube encircling his dick. "I-is it workin'?" he asked. He could feel the rhythmic pattern of feeling sweep from the base to the tip, but it was slow, and much more bearable than before.

"Oh yes," assured the doctor. "Think of it as the calm before the storm."

Suddenly, the device upped its intensity. Tyler gasped as the roving rippling stimulation got stronger, while his captive glans was suddenly assailed by a hot prickling sensation.

It was only seconds later that the entire shaft was seemingly submersed in a sea of tingling warmth, while those two independent stimuli continued to do their thing. Sweeping from tip to base, and suffusing his pinkish head in a slow boil...

A gasp caught in Tyler's throat, and he squirmed impotently. "It's all prickly!" he managed to blurt out. "Aaahah! Wow!"

The fox boy closed one eye, trying to ignore what felt like the worst pins-and-needles he'd ever felt, only right in his straining little erection. He peered at the adults, who just seemed to be watching him with mild curiosity.

"He'll probably pop the moment it finishes the diagnostic run," observed the coyote.

Tyler had to agree. Between the powerful, sweeping tingle and the feeling of fullness in his little boner, he was close to 'popping' already. "I-it's still not started?" he whined.

"Nope." The doctor smiled.

"This feels really freakin' wei-!" Suddenly, the device's program changed, and Tyler's eyes widened. The prickling changed to an intense, warm tingling, not unlike the pleasant feelings his own paw could bestow, only a lot stronger. A lot deeper, somehow.

It gained in strength until it was as if the hapless boy's captive penis was ringing like a bell, almost vibrating with it.

"Ngh!" he squeaked, writhing and pulling firmly on the straps around his wrists.

The doctor's prediction was correct. Tyler felt a swift buildup of 'pressure' throughout his privates, a welling up of the intense feelings flooding his tiny, rigid boner that suddenly exploded. His vision blurred and his eyes rolled, and a violent tremor shook his whole body.

When he regained his senses, he was hanging limp by his bondage.

"Huhhnn..." Tyler moaned. It was more like he was exhaling, and his vocal chords got in the way.

The tingling, which had waned momentarily - a brief respite as his enclosed penis recovered from the intense, forced climax - began again, slowly keying upward in intensity as it had before.

Slouched and dazed, Tyler could barely give a plaintive gasp as he felt it.

"I think just two will give us the data we need," he heard the coyote comment. "The rest of the experiment will be exhausting enough without wiping him out here."

...Another one?!

The sheathe around him kicked up in intensity again, and Tyler felt that pressure again. The lithe vulpine athlete squirmed helplessly as the device endlessly stimulated the nerves at the tip of his glans.

"Just a reminder," his aunt said, suddenly close to his ear, "the last boy had it set twice as high. And we made him have five in a row. He couldn't stop a single one of them."

Despite his situation, that sent a thrill through Tyler. Though he wasn't sure why. But he definitely recognized the implicit challenge.

This time, Tyler tried to hold it off. He gathered his thoughts and tried to blank them. He tried curling his paws into fists, splaying his fingers and toes, clutching at the straps holding his arms aloft, and squirming valiantly, but the building stimulation atop his post-orgasmic sensitivity was impossible to ignore or stave off.

In mere moments he was almost wailing, helpless as the soulless device tickled every nerve ending it touched. It was worse than the time Tyler had tried to keep rubbing at his tip with moisturizer on his fingers - that had been so intense he had to stop after only a minute. This was all over his three-inch shaft, from tip to base, at least as strong and showed no signs of abating.

So, naturally, he 'popped' again in less than thirty seconds. This time, his breath just seemed to leave him, and he gasped weakly as another orgasm was pulled from him as if by magic.

When he regained his wits, he was limp and dizzy on the bed, still bound to it and vulnerable. He glanced down and realized he was very much still enclosed by the device.

It wasn't doing anything, but to Tyler's shock, he could still feel his diminutive boner down there, full and pressing into the slick, warm lining. He had never remained this hard this long in his entire life, especially when not actually touching himself. Or after the nerve-fizzling feeling of one of his dry climaxes.

That gel and the slight vacuum in the tube clearly worked.

"W-wow," he croaked simply.

He felt his aunt's paw on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. "Are you okay, love?"

He nodded, feeling weak. But not exactly bad. "I'm okay," he affirmed. "It's really strong."

"Nice?"

"Y-yeah. I-it feels like you combined the tingling of an ultrasound with how it feels when I rub it. But turned to eleven."

"Imagine if we made you endure that five times fast." His headfur was ruffled and his ear was rubbed tenderly. "Now, the internal sensors got the data we needed for the baseline. So it's time for the main experiment."

Straightening, Tyler blinked until his aunt's face came into focus. She was smiling gently at him, and he returned with one of his own. "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing. You just have to try to hold off for as long as possible..." She shrugged slightly. "And I'll be giving you a paw."

"How?"

"Well." The vixen raised her paws, and wiggled her fingers. They were tipped with elegant, blunted claws. "I'll give you a few fingers, at least."

Tyler's ears flattened instantly. "Oh crap."

"Yep. You just have to endure, tough guy."

The kit hung there, gobsmacked, his impressive fringe messily falling in front of his face. "Y-you're gonna tickle me..." he inquired, "while this thing...?"

"Oh yes. Interfering stimuli, didn't we say?"

The fox kit blinked. Now that he thought about it, they kind of had really spelled it out for him. There wasn't anything he could think of aside from pain that'd distract him from an orgasm.

With that, his aunt swept away and headed to the table at the side of the room, while the coyote doctor moved to adjust settings on the machine. Leaving him hanging there, panting.

He tried to swallow, a sudden lump in his throat.

Unable to decide if he was about experience heaven or hell.

Tyler tried in vain to shake his fringe from his face, but the blonde bangs refused to listen, and his raised arms got in the way. He had to peer through them to watch the coyote press buttons on the device that was connected by wire to the sheathe into which he was 'inserted.'

"We're going to keep it on the same program," the doctor mused aloud. "And set it for five total. Ideally, there'll be little if any difference between these and the first two - it should take just as long in all cases."

Tyler absently realized he was shaking. His dick, especially around his urethra and glans, still tingled sharply. "O-okay."

"Are you ready to continue?" the coyote looked over at him, his expression suddenly grave. "This is the point of no return. We won't hurt you, but it will be intense."

His aunt returned to the bed, a spring in her step. Tyler noticed her paws were conspicuously held behind her back. "It'll be fun," she told him. "But you really won't be able to tell us to stop once we get started."

Tyler hesitated. "W-why?"

The adults shared a glance, but it was the coyote who answered. "Well," murmured the coyote. "Firstly, we know this won't hurt you, though it might overwhelm you. So there's no concern there. But, more importantly, you might be a little loud during this part of the experiment..."

The vixen moved her paws to her front. Tyler was baffled by the strange leather straps affixed to a blue plastic ball in the center. "In other words, you'll be gagged." She shot him a half-smile. "Sorry."

The blonde-furred fox took a moment to understand what that meant. "Y-you mean you won't be able to hear me?"

"To be clear," Doctor Gabriel said firmly, "we might, but we won't stop once we start. That's what it means to sign up for an experiment like this. We'll be watching for any signs of genuine distress, we won't let you be hurt. But we're not going to stop just because you're overwhelmed. The gag is so the next floor doesn't hear you, that's all." He shook his head. "This is why you need to read the fine print. Rather, it's why the person recruiting you is supposed to show you the fine print."

Aunt Jolie tittered softly. "Well, I knew my nephew was no quitter!"

Gabriel sighed. "Luckily, all we're doing is inducing orgasms. Tyler, are you up for continuing? You only have to feel that nice feeling five times, and we're done."

"Err..." Tyler had to smile. "While you guys tickle the crap outta me?"

"Well, your aunt will, yes. There is that."

The kit mused for a second, again trying to shake his bangs from his eyes - unsuccessfully. "Um. Okay." He grinned. "Bring it on."

However, he instantly felt a chill when his aunt smirked at him. "Oh, gladly." She stepped closer. "Open up. Let's get you all muffled so the fun can begin."

That blue plastic ball was suddenly an inch from Tyler's muzzle. Beyond it, his aunt was watching him, a daring expression on her face.

The fox boy stared at it, his thoughts swirling. All things considered, this was still somewhat fun. He was being naughty with his aunty, the single fur who had most encouraged him to explore his own body, and he was now challenged to endure two things he honestly enjoyed.

Ticklish torment, and orgasmic bliss. Together at last.

Though he'd already learned today that there can be too much of a good thing.

With no small amount of trepidation, Tyler opened up, and the rubber ball was daintily placed in his muzzle.

"Where did you actually buy that?" asked the doctor, raising an eyebrow. "I know our medical gags wouldn't be appropriate, but..."

The vixen encircled the back of Tyler's head with the straps, buckling them together tight. Tyler was surprised at how big it felt in his jaws; the tiny ball felt much larger than it looked.

"It's not what it looks like," Jolie muttered. "I had it specially made for this."

"I'm not sure that helps much."

The vixen looked embarrassed. "What I mean is I didn't buy it from an adult store. It's for this test specifically."

"Sure, but a rubber ball gag custom made for your young half-nephew. Isn't that a curious thing?"

Jolie looked sheepish as she double checked the boy's headfur wasn't caught in the buckle, smoothing it out. "I know, but our equipment wouldn't have fit. I can always find other uses for it later."

Meanwhile, Tyler marveled at how full his jaw felt now. Stretched open by the soft rubber ball, his tongue was forced flat to the bottom of his mouth. He couldn't swallow either. He tried to comment on the weirdness of it all, but he was unable so form an intelligible sounds; just a long, meaningless vowel.

That ball felt bigger than it looked.

His aunt ruffled his headfur. "We're not done yet, 'phew."

"The muzzler and blindfold is over by the binder," Doctor Gabriel mused, tapping at his tablet now.

Tyler's froze. "Buhhfuuhd?!"

"Of course. We want you focused on what you're feeling, not what you're seeing." The doctor shot him an apologetic smile. "Look at it this way, it's more fun this way."

A knot forming in his tummy, the fox boy blinked at the doctor. His muzzle held open by that teeny rubber ball.

Fun?!

In a scant few moments, his aunt started to pull a soft sleeve over his snout. Tyler, too surprised to even react, could only watch cross-eyed as the muzzle-contoured sleeve was pulled almost to his eyes, leaving only his quivering pink nose showing from a small hole at the end.

It covered his snout entirely, and with an adjustment of a velcro strap to tighten it over the bridge of his snout, his aunt ensured it wasn't going anywhere. Tyler looked at her in shock, but she merely poked his nose with a smile.

The kit gave another plaintive mumble, but even he was surprised how inaudible and incoherent it was.

"We need to keep the noise down," explained Gabriel, looking over from his tablet again. "We don't have a soundproof room, and constant laughter is a little louder than, well, the other noises."

Constant?!

Reeling, Tyler briefly considered shaking his head firmly. Pleading to be let go. But he hesitated.

It wasn't just the excitement, it wasn't just the prospect of being forced to incredible heights over and over. It was, well, what difference did it really make? Being blindfolded or not? He'd already agreed to go through with this. Why was a blindfold his tipping point? That was silly, right?

Though his heart still skipped a beat when a thick sleeping visor was suddenly and smoothly slipped over his head. And then everything was a claustrophobic black.

He inhaled deeply through his exposed nose.

"Sensors are ready," he heard the doctor say.

"Don't need to attach the others?" his aunt added.

"No, the internals should do." There was a pause. "When you're ready to begin, let's warm our volunteer up."

The few moments before anything happened were horrible enough. That anticipation.

But then Tyler felt those blunt claws press into his side, just below his armpits. That gentle contact alone made him squeal into his gag and jolt like a thousand volts had been shot through him. But they stayed stationary, pressed through his pelt into his flesh, even as he trembled. Waiting for the time to strike.

The fox boy whimpered feebly.

After a few seconds, that deep itch, the pins-and-needles tingle started again. Filling every square millimeter of his straining little wiener.

"Mhrrph?!" Tyler complained. Not realizing that his little vocalization was the signal to begin the true experiment.

There was a beep. Then a whirr as the device on the trolley began its full cycle.

"Here we go," he heard whispered in his ear.

Suddenly, those blunt claws started to draw down his sides, from the base of his ribs to his hips, scraping evenly from point A to B.

Naturally, he squealed.

"Remember, nurse," he heard Doctor Gabriel comment, "keep it consistent as best you can."

"Certainly. Like this?" Those blunt claws started to play his flank like harp, poking and scratching up and down his body, prodding his armpits and spidering down to his hips.

Immediately, Tyler howled, producing a dull, muffled sound as it was all but absorbed by the gag. He tried squirming away from the claws, but they paid no heed to his efforts.

Doctor Gabriel laughed. "Yes. Well. Maybe a little less intense. We'll try a few like this. Then we can move onto a different stimulus before he gets exhausted. In fact, just three. You only have to endure three, Tyler, okay? Be strong. Ready, Ms. Jolie?"

The vixen nodded, a very pleased smile on her muzzle. Then she started all over again, digging her claws into the hapless boy's armpits once more, her touch light but undeniable. Like ticklish raindrops on a window, they made their way down the slender flank, over the thin ribs and skirted the side of the boy's white-furred belly.

Naturally, Tyler threshed, a weird combination of laughter and involuntary screeching getting caught by the thick material enclosing his muzzle.

When he felt those claws re-position themselves again, he felt a stab of panic. But then the machine upped it intensity again, and his breath caught as his little member was almost immediately brought to the brink of another climax. Brought him there, but kept him from tumbling over the edge.

"Nhhghh...!" he moaned, trembling as those claws continued their torturous dance. Urgent snuffles and smothered chortles continued to force their way out of his larynx, but he was keenly aware of what was happening down 'there'. "Ghh-hh-hghhgh!!"

"Ooochie-coochie-coo!" teased his aunt, skittering up and down Tyler's quivering sides, gleefully prodding and poking the dimples of his armpits. "Am I helping take your mind off that mean little machine down there, hmm?"

Suddenly, Tyler's desperate, muffled laughter changed to a rhythmic, breathless series of grunts, in time with the pulses of pleasure. His body shivered and he tensed all over as the machine effortlessly brushed aside all distractions and extracted yet another climax from him. "Uh... uhhn-uhnnh!"

The vixen slowed and stopped her ticklish assault. "I don't think it had any effect at all," she murmured.

"Too soon to know," Tyler heard the doctor comment. "Ten seconds. Both of you, catch your breath."

The kit just gave an exhausted, plaintive moan as he hung by the straps. Dazed. Tyler tried shaking his head to clear it, though it remained unsteady on his neck.

In its moist enclosure, his modest three-inch tool was still twitching. Trying to expel that which it wasn't ready to produce, overloaded by the device's inexorable stimulation.

Each one seemed to get more intense, the feeling sharper and edging ever so closer and closer to unbearable. Not quite painful, but intense enough to almost count for it.

The machine started to whirr again. It sounded like a laptop's fan kicking in, loud but not alarming or harsh. A deceptively normal sound for something that Tyler already knew could literally drive a person crazy.

... They wouldn't leave him in this thing or anything, would they?!

"Here we go."

The undulating tingles started again, and this time his aunt's fingers started to skitter down his side at the exact moment as they did, making Tyler bark instantly. Though it just sounded like he was doing some sort of low-effort giraffe impression.

It was somehow worse than the first time. Either he was more sensitive, or his aunt had warmed up - but now Tyler was utterly incapable of stopping the shrill laughter from flowing.

"Round two," Jolie sing-songed, mostly to herself. "Hold on as long as you can, Ty-ty."

Ty-ty?!

Bucking uselessly, Tyler realized he was smiling, or trying to. As intense as it was, this wasn't so bad. At least not while the device was at this stage, keeping his little penis at a slow-boil instead of ripping another drawn out orgasm from him as he was powerless to resist.

That thought suddenly chilled him. Behind the blindfold, his eyes widened and he realized at last how truly powerless he was here.

His body was dancing to the adults' tune. They couldn't see his expression, and no sound he could make would be intelligible, assuming he could force it out between howls and mindless laughter.

He had to try and fight. That was what they wanted anyway, right? To delay it as much as possible? He had to regain some control, in case this got too much for him to take.

And as the machine stepped up once again, and his aunt assaulted the sides of his taut belly, Tyler realized that another one or two of those extended, unstoppable 'funny-feelings' might catapult him well beyond that point.

He huffed and tried to draw in a deep breath, fending off the laughter and squealing. Biting down on the rubber in his muzzle, he tensed himself all over. Pinching his covered eyes together.

His laughter transformed to desperate snorting and staccato breathing, and he banished the almost-smile from his muzzle.

But his dick still twitched, pulsating with a pleasant fullness each time the electric prickling swept from tip to base. The familiar pressure continuing to build up, both within the finger-width member itself and somewhere deep inside of him...

He shook his head, trying to push it all away. He searched wildly in his mind for something to distract himself. Maybe his homework?! Maybe the upcoming match for the junior cup?! Sexy girls at school?! Anything!

Wait, no! Not that last one! Ahh!

But those claws scrabbling up and down his exposed body were relentless as well, eating away at his concentration. He squirmed uselessly, his snuffles and gasps starting to resemble helpless laughter more and more with each second. And all thoughts of algebra and goal-scoring gave way to the undeniable recognition that he was about to 'pop' again.

"Nhhg!" he whimpered. "Nh! Nh!Nhhnngh!"

"Yes, yes, yeees?" his aunt teased, continuing her methodical torture. "Gonna give up another one?"

Like clockwork, he felt another wave of euphoria wash over him, first causing him to tense, then collapse as all the strength in his muscles seemed to get swept away. Along with his senses.

He hung there, his vision a hazy whiteness, vaguely aware of the strangled gasps in his throat. But very, very aware of the singularity of firing nerves his dick had once again become.

The storm seemed to last even longer this time. The heart stopping, cry-inducing period of unbearable oversensitivity even longer, and he squealed breathlessly until the machine backed off again.

Tyler gasped desperately for air. His whole body felt flushed and covered in a light sweaty moisture, and the material around his muzzle was stuffy and wet too.

He took advantage of the rest, trying to take stock of himself. Was the machine getting meaner or was it just feeling worse and worse with each 'cycle' he was forced to take?

The exhausted fox-boy couldn't even find the strength to beg for mercy. His weak mewls didn't make it through the gag!

This was horrib-!

Whiiiirrr...!

"Gghhyyhh!?" He sobbed aloud as the deep tingling started again. And again, those claws lightly wormed their way into his exposed, helpless armpits. A feathery touch that immediately made him jolt.

Tyler shook his head frantically, moaning, but neither of those things paid any attention. He struggled weakly, entirely out of reflex, but he could do nothing meaningful as his body was forced to respond.

As awful as it was, it was almost routine by now. Tyler squealed and squirmed, not quite laughing, too exhausted and desperate to do so, as his aunt assaulted his sides, while the strange machine transitioned from stage to stage. Tyler's imprisoned penis singing along to its tune, mechanically forced ever closer to that next orgasm.

The long, drawn-out torment became a long meaningless blur, as Tyler barely wriggled or fought against his aunt's methodical torment. Too exhausted and overwhelmed. Until he was brought to the next height...

And dropped off of it, like some precipitous cliff.

This time, already overstimulated and dazed, Tyler's consciousness just seemed to get swept away. The orgasm was so intense, it dominated his senses entirely.

When his head stopped spinning, the kit realized the device had stopped. He could hear the adults moving around him, over the sound of his own panting.

A gentle paw rested on his belly, and another brushed his headfur. He felt his bangs, hanging past his shoulders, framing his head. He knew he had to look like such a disheveled mess.

"You did great, little man," his aunt murmured into his ear. "We're almost done. That's the horrible part over with."

Tyler whimpered softly, not really trying to convey anything.

But he quickly started to regain his breath, the glowing haze lifting from his thoughts fast. The kit was exhausted but unharmed, his young body recovering as he listened to the adults move about the room. The ringing, sharp sensation in his penis fading.

... Though he was keenly aware of how it still twitched and throbbed in it's moist, nylon cage. Still as hard as he had ever felt it.

That moderately impressed the sweaty, winded boy. It felt nice even now, in it's own way. Full.

But the tingles lingered.

"Alright," the coyote doctor said, somewhere at the other side of the room. "Would you like to know what's next, or keep it as a surprise?"

Immediately, Tyler grunted in the positive.

"Well, now we can move onto something less intense. But not necessarily easier for you. Mileage definitely varies between test subjects." There was a pause. "Well. Maybe not easier for you, according to what your aunt has written here."

"Mrrff?" Tyler murph'd.

"Apparently, those paws of yours are particularly sensitive."

A trio of claws brushed his sock-covered right paw, eliciting a sharp snort from the gagged kit. "He likes it when I give him those tickly massages though, don't ya?"

Tyler felt himself somehow flush even warmer. He definitely did, even once or twice finding himself erect during those "massages" on the couch as they watched TV. Enjoying that feeling of fullness and how it would rub on his cotton pajamas as he gently squirmed and tittered; he had thought his aunt hadn't noticed, but now he doubted it had escaped her attention.

It obviously wouldn't this time, either.

"Alright, let's get this done. Program four, nurse."

There was a beep as the device was adjusted, and Tyler held his breath. Anticipating that deep prickling once again.

But instead, he felt those claws through his socks, wiggling over his right paw's arch. This time he couldn't hold back his bark of protest, jerking the straps above his head sharply.

Then another set of claws skittered at his opposite arch, and he snorted a laugh into his gag.

"Ohh khh!" he complained.

"Oh crap, indeed. Just warming up."

The prickling started again, pins and needles swarming over Tyler's raw and yet thoroughly overdone little cock.

On cue, the claws started to methodically scratch and skitter up and down both of his helpless paws, and Tyler once again burst into muffled laughter. His toes flared, splaying and curling as he tried to wiggle his paws away from his attacker, but strapped to the bed as he was, his movement was limited.

What he would do just to be able to cross his paws, protect one with the other for some limited, momentary relief! But they were nowhere near one another.

The device started to step up its stimulation, and the hapless kit realized that 'program four' was oddly similar to what he had endured moments before. The relentless, precise stimulation that would undoubtedly force him to squirm and shiver once again. A dual-front assault on his body.

"Mmhhmm!" he wailed, threshing pointlessly. His chortling unabated, a steady flow of subdued but helpless, clipped guttural gasps. Even though he knew what was coming, he couldn't stop them.

"Ooochie-coo!" his aunt teased. Her voice soft and high, like she was talking to some giggling infant. "Not as bad as your sides or tummy, but it chips away at you, doesn't it? Are you gonna go all laughing mad for your auntie? Come on, Ty. Laugh it up, hot-shot!"

"Ahhhee!" Tyler tried to object. "Hhhhgghh! Hh-hgh-hgghhh!"

"This might come as a shock," the vixen cooed, "but I have no idea what you're saying."

The device stepped up again, replacing the pleasant pins and needles with the familiar deep tingling.

Tyler tried to hold on. Not for the sake of any experiment, but for his own sanity. He bit down again, holding his breath and forestalling his muted giggles. But he knew how it was going to turn out, and his aunt's claws continued. Uncaring whether he rewarded their efforts with sounds or not, satisfied with his involuntary twitching and toe-curling.

Eating away at what little composure he'd managed to salvage.

He had just as much success as last time. Inexorably, that pressure built up again. The ringing, tingling intensified.

"Look at these wriggly paws!" Jolie giggled, sounding like a much younger female. "Boundless energy! You're such a cutie, Tyler!"

Tyler moaned in the midst of his snorts. He shook his body from side-to-side, starting to tire again. Those claws swept from his heel to the top of his paw-pads, worming into the spaces between his toes.

The sheathe around his straining member seemed to vibrate as it hit the final stage, the stage Tyler knew he wouldn't be able to resist.

As he squirmed, pulling out of sheer reflex on the straps holding his arms aloft, the image of a non-evolved cow in a milking booth suddenly shouldered its way into Tyler's mind.

He whined as he realized how awfully apt the image was; helpless and secured in place, it was like his aunt was milking him, his sexual energy or something. Drawing it out of him as he was powerless to stop it. Though surely it wasn't like this for those poor animals! With each consecutive climax, Tyler's captive wiener got more sensitive, each orgasm inching closer and closer to something approximating pain.

And the coyote's warning earlier repeated itself in the fox boy's mind: they weren't going to let him go. They straight up told him they wouldn't stop until they were finished.

The blindfold suddenly felt a lot more oppressive.

... How the heck had the last boy managed to take five in a row without going insane?! Tyler felt tears in his eyes just at the prospect of his fourth, after a break!

The next orgasm hit just moments after, trapping Tyler's breath in his throat as he shuddered through it.

The rushing feeling that flowed from his groin through his entire body somehow didn't help him dismiss the thoughts about being milked in a stall.

The whirring slowed. As the dizziness faded again, and the consistent scratching at his paws started to gnaw at him again, that idea started to take root in his imagination.

What would it be like if they did just leave him 'hooked up' to this awful, amazing, device? Just left him like this to harvest his energies or something like that? Subjecting him to mind-breaking orgasm after orgasm, leaving his shaking, sweaty little form alone, in the darkness of this room. Nobody able to hear his moans or cries for help.

He couldn't possibly take that.

... Ohh, hell no! His aunt wouldn't do that to him. Right!?

He could hear her humming behind him. Enjoying herself immensely as she poked and scratched at his paws. Not pausing at all.

Tyler was almost completely out of energy to even wriggle those paws. The constant straining and shivering from the powerful, induced orgasms had required more from him than he ever thought possible. He was wiped.

'Soccer earlier was a cinch compared to this,' he thought deliriously. He felt on the verge of tears while simultaneously too tired to cry. His stomach muscles ached from their involuntary contractions, and his wrists stung from bearing his weight despite the padding of the cuffs.

'Just one more... one more!'

"Look at his stomach," he heard the coyote mutter. "He's tense, to say the least. Might feel like he had a bit of workout tomorrow."

"He'll get plenty of rest with me tonight. I owe him that much." The vixen tittered joyfully. "I can certainly attest the tummy was a joy to feel. We'll get you a fur-trim, show those flat abs off for the ladies, hm?"

The tingling started anew, and Tyler sobbed. But he managed to steel himself; it was almost over.

Gritting his teeth, Tyler endured! He huffed and snuffled, writhing and tensing with what little energy he had left; this time, he let the tickling fade into the background as best he could. Focusing for now on letting that last one happen as quickly as possible.

The final moments blurred together, with the tired boy's senses melting into a jumble of noise - the implacable tickling providing an infuriating counterpoint to the warm prickling perfused his irritated member.

Again, he pinched his eyes shut behind the blindfold, tensing his groin muscles to push himself along.

It worked. The instant the machine hit that final stage, the one that had without fail extracted an orgasm from the restrained boy, his entire body spasmed and seized. A strangled cry, almost a shout, was caught by the gag. His efforts not only hurrying the explosive apex along... but greatly intensified it!

It rocked him like a vicious storm, and the kit gasped in what any observer would have though pain, again to the timing of the pulses of electrifying feeling. Accompanying the convulsions racking his whole body, even deep within him, as his youthful organs tried to expel that which they couldn't produce.

The machine continued for the same amount of time as all previous runs of the program. Prolonging Tyler's delirious, tremulous climax and batting his senses out of the ballpark.

Eventually, it stopped, and Tyler's mind slowly descended from orbit. He gasped desperately, crying softly to himself even as he struggled to remember what had just happened.

... It was all over. The poking and scratching at his paws had stopped, and the hateful tingling and prickles had ceased. He took a shuddering breath...

"Wow," he heard someone - someone familiar - comment. "That last one must've been something special."

"Probably tried to get it over with. But the device was set based on the earlier calibration data; when he was trying to hold it off. I think that one must've been particularly drawn out for him."

"I think he's crying."

"A perfectly natural response to an experience like that. Especially for a young boy. Some even cry from their first orgasm, it's an intense thing."

Tyler felt fingers behind his head, and suddenly the blindfold-pad was slipped from his head. Even with them closed, the bright fluorescent lights stung his eyes.

"Here, let's get that absurd thing out of your mouth..." It was his aunt. Everything felt so sharp and clear. Every sense.

The muzzle was removed, and the ball-gag followed. Tyler sucked in oxygen gratefully, wincing as his jaw twinged. He'd been biting down on the little sphere quite hard.

"How are you doing, Tyler?" His aunt sounded consolatory. A tender paw rested on his back.

He swallowed. "Sh-shaky."

"I can feel. You've been doing a lot of shaking for the last few minutes."

The kit opened his eyes and peered through the blur at his aunt's face. "... Did I do good?"

"Amazing, hot-stuff." The vixen ran her paws up the boy's sides to his arms. "Hold still, I'll get your arms loose. Might be a little stiff, so take it easy."

The cuffs loosened their grip on his wrists, and his aunt helped him bring his arms to his chest.

After a second, the vixen moved around to free his legs, and Tyler reached for the clear plastic engulfing his still very much solid erection.

"Ah," the coyote doctor's voice rang out in warning, "you might want to wait a mo-"

But the dazed kit started to slip the device off his organ. The friction of the lubricated internal nylon as it passed over his glans and frenulum felt like an electric shock, and he yelped aloud. He snatched his paws away like he'd just touched a hot iron.

He stared at his enclosed boner with wide-eyes. That had felt like an ice-cube on a papercut! Even though there had been no friction on the actual skin of his penis, it felt even rawer than when he'd rubbed at it for an hour that one boring night last school holiday.

"Yeah, hold on, and wait a bit before you try to get dressed. Those nerves are seriously frazzled, buddy." His aunt snorted a laugh. "Your own undies will make you wanna jump out of your skin if you try to stash that stiffy in them."

"How long will it last?" mewled Tyler, marveling at the blurry image of his boner through the sheathe.

"The sensitivity? A few minutes. That boner will die down in a little longer."

Tyler nodded dumbly.

Eventually, his legs were free. But the fox boy just sunk to the soft foam mattress with a "bluh" the moment he could. He couldn't exactly move with the sheathe on him, after all. He adopted the fetal position and waited.

"I think that's enough," said the doctor, over at the table by the opposite wall. "The tickling barely had any effect. But naturally tensing up and trying to climax early did. That's to be expected."

"The machine cannot be denied," murmured Jolie as she put the restraints aside, "but it can be appeased."

"Interesting turn of phrase. But not entirely accurate; it doesn't appease, it just triggers an orgasmic response faster with the same current."

"You're no fun, Gabriel."

"Either way. This is consistent with other results. Your nephew really pulled through for us. He's earned that seven hundred easily."

The kit's ears twitched. What was that?!

"... You haven't told him. Have you?"

"No. I wanted to be sure this was his choice, from the start."

There was a pause. "That's actually a fair point."

"But, yes, Tyler." His aunt touched his flank. "You're getting paid for this. A lot." She grinned. "Want me to pull it off?"

Tyler grimaced. Then nodded.

She took hold of the sheathe then, meeting his eyes. "Ready?"

Without waiting, the vixen yanked the plastic tube away from the kit's body, to the sound of a sharp yap. Tyler curled up, clutching at his penis, that suddenly rang with feeling as if it was a banged gong.

"Oh shit!" he managed to gasp, grasping his twitching three-inches in his fingers tightly. "Nyyaah!"

"You okay?"

"Whoa, just..." He took a deep breath. "It's crazy sensitive."

"Everyone says that after that long in it..." Doctor Gabriel smiled. "Don't worry, it lasts for longer than you might be used to, but it'll go."

"Here, I'll help you stand up." His aunt offered a paw.

Tyler almost refused, a matter of boyish pride, until he intuited how wobbly his legs would really be. He took the offered paw and slipped onto the carpet below the bed with some effort.

He collapsed against the side of the therapy bed, deeply exhausted. Catching his breath. His nudity was a sidenote. His persistent erection accepted as status quo.

The coyote walked over and took his wrist. Then passed a thick, heavy envelope into his palm. "There you go, Tyler. You helped us more than you might imagine. This goes beyond orgasms and watching you squirm on a bed." He smiled. "I think you'll find this is a lot more than lunch money. And, yes, we do need more data in tests down the line. So, if you can handle it..."

The tawny-furred boy hesitated. "I dunno."

"You just got put through the wringer. When you realize how much we're paying you to be tied up and orgasm a lot, you might change your mind." Gabriel shot a glance at Tyler's aunt. "Something I think your aunt will need to bear in mind. But if you do choose to help us, I'd be very glad. Volunteers at your, well, developmental level, they aren't common."

Tyler nodded. He couldn't imagine too many of his classmates doing this. Though he could think of a few he'd like to see give it a try.

Would be fun to tease his best friend as he tried to handle this!

"I'll get out of here and let you recover with some privacy; get dressed when you feel up to it." The coyote gathered up a clipboard and his tablet. "Thank you for your assistance, Tyler, I'm perfectly aware of how draining that was for you. You've been a huge help."

As the doctor swept out of the room, shutting the heavy door behind him, Tyler's aunt shot him a kind smile. "Do you want me to get out as well?"

The kit thought about it. "Nah." He took a deep breath and straightened up. His last shred of shame gone long ago. "I don't care. You already saw my junk, it's fine."

"And I liked the show," Jolie chortled. "Thanks for the help, hon. Seriously. You really have helped us out here, all messing around aside."

"No problem," murmured Tyler. Weary.

He looked down at himself, standing on shaky legs. With his preteen dick sticking out proudly, shiny and glistening under the bright fluorescents, engorged still to the point even his generous foreskin couldn't cover the red, full tip.

It was incredible. He watched it for a second, throbbing and twitching in the air in front of him. As long as and thicker than his middle finger - a record for him. His fingers touched the bottom of his taut stomach, gingerly inching closer... his toes scrunching at the carpet through his knee-high socks.

"Tyler."

The boy blinked, then looked up. Cocking his head curiously.

His aunt shot him a small smile. "Be honest, was that any fun for you?"

What a question. Tyler looked back down at himself.

Intense, it had certainly been intense. A little scary. But thrilling, exciting.

He absently touched his groin, just lightly at his pubis. Feeling how that shifted his boner slightly, sending a pulse through it.

"I think so," he said uncertainly. "I-it got a bit much at the end though."

"It always does, for everyone who has gone through it." Jolie touched her cheek. "The first few are alright, but for some reason everyone starts squealing around the five-mark. I can't imagine why!"

Tyler laughed. "Is there one for girls?" He raised an eyebrow; his implication clear.

"Not yet. But I have obviously put my name down already." A wink. "If you know any boys or girls with a decent level of discretion who might want to volunteer, well, it's like the doctor said. All the help we can get."

Naturally, that made Tyler giggle. "Okay!"

"And I'll see if you want to do any more for us later, when we move onto the next set of tests." Jolie clapped her paws. "Alright! Ready to get going? Get your undies on and let's go get pizza?"

Tyler thought for a second. Then gave his dick a test stroke, foolishly swiping a pair of fingers and a thumb from the base to the straining tip. "Ahh!" he promptly breathed, doubling over. "I-in a minute, okay?"

His aunt laughed throatily, clapping again in what seemed to be delight. "Alright, I'll go do some notes quickly while your little soldier comes to ease." She started towards the door, smiling broadly now.

"... Auntie?"

"Hmm?"

Tyler grinned. "Can I take some of that slippy stuff with me?" he asked.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." He gestured down at where his lithe legs met the rest of him. "This feels kinda nice."

"Does it now?" She pretended to think. But Tyler knew immediately what she'd say. "What do I get if I let you take some for tonight?"

The kit's grin turned cheeky. "You can take these socks off when we're watchin' TV tonight."

With another arch laugh, Jolie excused herself. Leaving Tyler alone with a fluttering heart, excited at the promise of fun later that night.

Much less stressful, overwhelming, fun.

He scooted up onto the bed again, letting his socked paws dangle and swing as he watched and waited for his throbbing dick to calm down enough for him to get dressed.

He inspected it closely, though it was still too sensitive to touch. How had it gotten like that? How could spider venom in a slippery gel cause it to swell with blood and stay like that for so long?

And just how did that device play him like a puppet like that?! He'd never heard of anything that could do things like that with nerves. How did nerves work anyway?

Suddenly, Tyler had found a new appreciation for science.

... And for getting details from his aunt before he agreed to anything, ever again.

But, well... then again...

Now he thought about it. It had been kinda fun!

*** THE END ***

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