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John is standing inside at the city bus stop waiting for the 108. The fennec fox leaned back against the shelter, right arm weighed down by a grocery bag, candy pop in the left, he can't wait to get back to his flat. Things have been going well with Emilie; she had something special planned tonight. "A little surprise for our anniversary", she had said. John stretched back, emphasizing his twink frame; he could only dream what she had in store for him. They had only been dating for six months now, but he was madly in love with her. She was witty and kind, with such a supple, sexy body. He could just feel her gentle touch on his chest, her warmth as she stands close. Her smell fills his nostrils as they embrace each other. As he leaned in to kiss her, something cold pressed roughly into his back. John is brought back to earth as a voice whispers in his ear.

"You better come with me."

His hair stands on end.

A black van had pulled up in front of them while John was lost in thought. He is forced toward the van, a clawed hand tightly gripping his shoulder. He tries to look over his shoulder, but his captor is standing almost directly behind him. The claws dig into his shoulder and he drops the bag and lollipop. The bag's contents spill on to the street with the clink of a few bottles, an orange rolling past them and into the gutter. John feels the lollipop stick to the pad of his left foot.

"We can't have that now, can we?" The gun presses in harder.

A bag is pulled over his head as he passes the threshold int­o the van. Blind now, John is shoved roughly onto the floor. It smelled of bleach and musk. He hears the door slam.

A knee presses painfully between his shoulder blades as his arms are pulled behind him. He protests as he starts to hear the clicking of handcuffs ratcheting into place.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?? WHO Ar--mmhmhmm."

His screams are muffled as a ball is shoved into his mouth. The buckle of the ball gag pulls in some of his hair as it is tightened. The weight of his assailant shifts slightly as the van begins to move.

He continues to struggle as his ankles are shackled and as he is hog tied with yet another pair of cuffs. The restraints have now made it through the fur on his wrists, the cold metal rubbing on his skin.

As he sits on his stomach, limbs bound behind his back, John whimpers softly. I am going to die, he thought, this is it. They are just going to slit my throat and watch me die, right here, in this van.

John hears the rustle of clothes as someone leans over him. He shrinks back, fearing for his life.

"Hmmm, a treat for me?" says the male voice, "I certainly deserve one after that fight you put up."

He is shaking now, not knowing what to expect.

Three claws gently run over the heel of his foot, traveling up to the lollipop, which was still stuck to his left pad. The candy is slowly peeled off and is replaced with a warm breath on the bottom of his foot. A rough tongue rolls over his pad, starting from the center and traveling over the sugary spot left by the candy. After licking away the sweetness it traveled up between his toes, sliding between the digits. He can even feel the grazing of teeth across his big toe. John moans slightly and the tongue lifted away.

"Heh, this is going to be fun."

John's hooded head is pulled back and a cloth is forced against his face. His remaining senses fade away from him as the chloroform overtakes the musk and bleach of the van.

Chains

John wakes up, crumpled against a wall, still blindfolded. He lifts his hand up to remove the blindfold, only to have his hand stop just short of his face. His metal restraints have been replaced with padded leather ones and he is now chained to the floor. Leaning forward, he feels a collar tighten up against his throat. He can't get beyond a kneeling position, forced into place by chains running from the wall and tile floor.

Relieved to be alive, John is content with kneeling in place for the moment. His ears perk up as he is suddenly aware of someone else in the room. Padded steps approach him slowly, stopping just a foot or two away. No longer gagged, John speaks out.

"Hello, who is there?"

No reply. Instead he hears the distinct sound of a zipper, then rustling cloth.

"I don't really understand why I am here," John says. "Could you tell me where I am?"

The metallic click of a switchblade echoes around the room. A sinking feeling feels John's stomach as the knife is dragged lightly down his chest and down his stomach. The knife is thrust upward, splitting his shirt in two, his exposed chest heaving with panicked gasps. Claws are dragged slowly through the matted fur on his chest, leaving red lines across his body. Traveling slowly down, they drag over his stomach, down to his crotch. The hand rubs his crotch back and forward, claws tracing the outline of his package through his pants. His fly is unbuttoned and the hand slips inside, massaging his balls from outside his briefs. Despite the incredible fear John was feeling, he starts to get hard at the constant advances of the mystery man.

"What is it you want with me?" John asks.

The hand slowly slides out, caressing his member all the way. The knife lightly glides over his side, slipping into the waist of his pants. With a few quick cuts his waist band is slit on both sides. Hands reach inside and start ripping his pants off of him, taking care to not hurt John too much.

Crouching, dressed only in briefs and a torn shirt, John feels uncomfortably vulnerable. The hand returns, this time on his jaw, turning his chin up.

"You are going to like this part," the voice sounded slightly excited.

A hand pulls the band back on his briefs, holding something round between his thumb and fore finger. The object, wet and slimy, is pressed up against his anus. The pressure is getting stronger and stronger. John gives out a loud moan.

"Ahhhhghh," his anus finally gives in, letting the ball disappear inside of him.

He stays silent for a few moments, trying to deal with the foreign object. Suddenly it erupts with a torrent of vibration, shocks of pleasure shoot through his body.

"Ahhhh... OH *pant* GOD!"

His erection is now sticking out the top of his briefs. He continues to moan in ecstasy as the vibrator does its job. John can't keep still now, swaying from side to side, pulling harder and harder against his restraints. His hands make a dive for his crotch, only to be held back by the chains. He can't even jack himself off.

The hand returns to his balls, John now moving his hips, following the rhythmic motion of his captor. His member is throbbing, begging for attention.

"Please," John begs, "Ahhh... PLEASE!!"

The hand moves to the side of his briefs, fingers slipping under the cloth next to his crotch. The claws dig into the material and rip the crotch off of his briefs, his balls and cock now swinging in the open air. Stroking his balls, the hand returns again, claws scraping the back side of his scrotum slightly. It does not travel to his excited member though.

"PLEAS-AAHHHHH!! PLEASE!!! PAW ME!!" John screams, "I NEE-AAAAHHH...*gasp* TO CUM!"

"Ahaha," he chuckles cynically, "You need to do something for me first."

"Anything, ANYTHING *GASP* WHAT!!" John answers

No reply, but John hears a zipper again. A warm cock is put to his lips. Desperate, John lurches forward, taking the entire member in his mouth and starts tonguing the tip.

"Ahh, good, you figured it out"

Not to be interrupted, he continues sucking the member, head moving back and forward as fast as he can manage. At least John knows his captor is canine now.

"Mmmm, I like the mouth on you."

Two hands side through John's hair, grabbing the back of his head. John's captor starts thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. Pounding faster and faster, John is almost choking on the member.

"Ahhh, yes YES. That's my little toy. Suck it hard"

"GAHHHH!" The cock is thrust to the back of his throat as he cums. Chocking on the spooge, John tries his best to keep it all in.

"Fuck, that was good." The cock is pulled out of his mouth.

Muzzle dripping with cum John pleads again.

"PLEA--*GASP*-EASE, I *MOAN* NEED" Cum drips out of his mouth as he begs, his own dick tipped with pre-cum.

He hears him sit on the ground in front of him. After a few moments of silence the hand returns, this time rubbing the inside of his thighs. The hand disappears and John is left kneeling on the floor. Throwing himself against the restraints, thrusting into the air, he is growling now. Suddenly, to John's immense pleasure, two paws grab his cock. Rubbing the shaft with his pads and toes, the torturer begins pawing him off slowly.

"GAAHHHH, THANK YOU. THANK YOU!!!" He is bellowing now, forcing his crotch as far forward as possible. A little cum is still hanging around the corners of his mouth.

The soft pads are heaven, the fur between his toes adding to the pleasure. The movement grows faster and John tries his best to thrust into his master's paws. The collar is choking him, but nothing will get in the way of his pleasure.

The paws move further up, now gripping around his engorged head, rubbing and gripping around it.

"I AM *GASP* AHHHH! I AM GONNA CUMMM!!"

He shakes with pleasure as he cums into his master's toes, bucking against his chains. He can feel the warm juice dripping down his shaft.

"Hmm, you were pretty blue boy" his captor says, playing with the tip of his still erect and quivering penis with his big toe.

"I don't want to leave cummy foot prints everywhere; I think you can clean them off"

The paws slowly move away, wiping the last bit of Johns cum off his dick. The two cum covered paws are pressed onto Johns face and he begins licking his own cum off.

"Thank you, thank you, oh THANK YOU," he praises as he licks the pads.

He starts sucking the cum out from between his digits, sucking on each toe and licking each toe pad. He didn't want to miss a single drop. As he was affectionately lapping up his own seed he felt a tug on the chains bonding his wrists and neck. They slackened and fell to the floor, finally he was free! He struggled to his feet, torn clothes falling off his frame. John hears bare paw steps running toward him, he quickly pulls off his blindfold just in time to see a red fox, nude, jump feet first in the air, and kick him squarely in his chest.

Emille was standing over him, her left foot on his chest.

"Hey John, welcome to the jungle."

"What are you d..." John was muffled by her snatch, forced down on his mouth as she kneeled over him.

"No talking John." She reached over and grabbed both his hands with hers, running her fingers between his. John started to lick her slowly. She moans and pulls his arms above his head, stretching him out across the tile floor.

"Now that you had your fun, let's play some games."