The night was dead quiet. The kind of quiet that turned footsteps into thunder. Three hooded men walked down the alley and took their positions. One stopped a few paces into the cramped street and stood watch while the remaining two approached their mark. It started to rain.
The Conjured Coyote.
It was a real hole-in-the-wall type of place. A small magic-themed toy store that had only just opened and had already skyrocketed in popularity in a suspiciously short amount of time. The larger of the two men used bolt cutters to snap open the padlock that held the shutters close and rolled them up. The other man picked the door lock open. He checked for an alarm and was pleased not to find it.
They were in.
The register was empty but they expected that. Merchandise was what they were after, but, soon enough, they realized that that too was not going to net them any significant amount of money. Most of the toys looked hand-made and would be hard to re-sell without having them traced back to that specific robbery. A total deal-breaker for the thieves. Frustrated but unwilling to leave empty-handed, they stuffed as much as they could into their bags and prepared to leave the store. Just as they were stepping out, they noticed a glass display and a small box inside of it - whatever was printed on it illegible in the darkness of the unlit store. They smashed the display and threw the box in a bag.
“What do we got?” said the figure standing watch as he left the alley with the two bag-carriers. One of them pulled his black hood off, revealing a black, canine head adorned with a protruding white skull. Eye sockets filled with ferocious, orange eyes.
“Slim pickings,” he growled. “And a whole lot of plastic shit.”
They dumped the bags open on the carpeted floor and scanned the contents. Junk, most of it.
“…And you didn’t see a safe or some lockbox of some kind?” asked the orange fox as he dried his rain-soaked fur with a towel.
“Chris, for the third time, there was no fucking safe. We checked everywhere,” retorted the canine, massaging his boney forehead. “Should’ve gone for the gas station instead. Couple hundred bucks in the register would’ve been better than this shit.”
“Wasn’t the toy store your idea, Hunter?”
“It was, and it was also my idea that your furry ass be on lookout. Next time you’re going in and I’ll stand around doing nothing, for a change.”
“Guys, chill the fuck out,” said the muscular raccoon, plopping his butt down on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table, knocking a pair of empty beer cans to the floor in the process. “We got enough from our last score to keep us going for a little while. We lay low for a while and scout for a better place. If push comes to shove, we can have Hunter do OnlyFurs. Goth skulldogs are in high demand these days.”
“Doug, shut the fuck up. And get your feet off my table!” barked Hunter.
They idly rummaged through the worthless pile of toys in hopes that they might have bagged one or two valuable items at the very least. No such luck. Box after box of pointless, childish baubles flew across the already cluttered living room. Hunter stood up and mouthed a wordless curse before plopping down on the couch next to Doug. Chris kept rummaging through the toys.
Rent was due in a week. If he couldn’t flip this junk fast enough, he was going to be late on his payment… again. His landlord was sure to kick him out this time. Regrettably, Doug’s suggestion of OnlyFurs was starting to sound somewhat reasonable - and if anything Doug said started to made sense, he knew he was in deep shit.
“We’re lucky if we can make a hundred each from all this crap.” He grabbed a small, pink box, scanned its contents for a second and was about to throw it on the pile but stopped himself. “Hey, check this out! The guy on the box looks kind of like Hunter.” Chris held out the box for his partners in crime to see. On the front, under the words ‘Happy Watch’ in a brightly colored font, was a picture of a cartoon black wolf proudly displaying his wrist upon which was fitted a smartwatch of a contrastingly bright pink hue. The wolf had a comically wide grin on his face.
“Ha! You’re right, he does look like him. Except a lot less grumpy. Hey, wasn’t that on a pedestal or something?”
“Looks like some kind of watch,” Chris opened the box and found two items inside of it - a pink smartwatch with red hearts on the strap and - rather strangely - an accompanying remote with a button shaped like a padlock and a single turn dial next to the symbol of a bone. It looked tacky and felt cheap as toys often do. “There’s a remote too. Not sure what for.”
“Forget that. Hey, Hunter, try it on, will you? Maybe it’ll make you as happy as the guy on the cover.”
“Fuck off.”
Chris’ ears perked up. “Oh, but that would be priceless! Tell you what, if you put it on for a picture I’ll give you my cut of the score.”
“Shove it up your ass, Chris,” the skulldog retorted.
“What if I throw in my cut too? Your rent’s due soon, isn’t it?” added Doug.
Hunter sighed. He knew he’d never hear the end of it, but if this was what he had to do to avoid homelessness for another month, then he might as well get it over with.
“Fine, but if I see that shit online, I’m coming for your ass.”
“Thanks, pumpkin,” mocked Chris, melodramatically handing the watch over like a waiter presenting an expensive plate in a fancy restaurant. Hunter quickly put it over his left wrist and fastened the strap as the fox pulled out his phone for that dreaded picture. “Say cheese.”
Chris snapped the picture, obtaining a wonderful photo of a very unamused skulldog flipping the bird to the camera. Not a moment after, Hunter hurried to take off the watch and throw it against the cocky fox’s face only to find the clasp impossible to open. Odd. He tried to pry it open with his claw but it didn’t budge. It was as if the plastic of the clasp had turned to steel and welded itself shut.
“Oh, sorry, did you want to take it off?” Chris teased, fingering the padlock-shaped button on the remote.
“Hey! Unlock this piece of crap, asshole!”
Suddenly, he felt strange. A shiver, followed by a full-body tingle that became stronger and stronger until it peaked and then subsided. Something changed in him. He went stiff, then his whole body relaxed. His muscles felt jerky, but, oddly, he found himself smiling. He noticed Doug was reaching towards the coffee table to grab the TV remote.
“Here, let me get that for you,” he said as he picked up the remote and handed the remote to Doug.
…What?
“Damn, dude. You feeling okay? It ain’t like you to be all nice and shit,” Doug pointed out.
“I feel great, thank you! In fact, I want to thank you both for making me so happy.”
What the fuck is going on?
That was not what he wanted to say. In fact, nothing that came out of his mouth matched what was on his mind. Doug and Chris looked at him in astonishment. This wasn’t the Hunter they knew. Enraged, the skulldog tried to take the remote from the fox, but, as he moved towards Chris, his movements were stopped by an intense, full-body tickling sensation, as if every inch from his ears from his toes were covered in hyperactive goose feathers. He doubled over in laugher.
“Hehehehehahahaha! Stohohop!”
His friends were speechless. Acts of kindness and laughing, two things they never expected from Hunter. On a whim, Chris checked the watch’s box and grinned ear-to-ear.
“You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
“What?”
“I think it’s the watch,” he threw the box over to Doug. “No clue how it works but I think it’s somehow turning him nice and, uh… I guess it makes him laugh too?” He stared at the skulldog as he tried to swat away at the invisible feathers. “Maybe it tickles him?”
“That makes no fucking sense.”
“Nope. None at all. But I’d sooner believe in a magic watch than in Hunter spontaneously developing a heart.”
Doug pondered for a moment. “You may be right. What do we do now, then?”
The tickling had stopped and Hunter shakily stood up with a twitchy, forced smile. It was as if an invisible force moved his body for him.
“Can I do anything for you, guys?”
Hunter wanted to do nothing for these two assholes other than punch them in the face, but he was unable to express that without a flurry of tickling sensations bringing him to his knees. He didn’t even know he was ticklish.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yup. We got ourselves a personal slave.”
He wanted to throw up.
“Say, I could do with a snack. You don’t mind getting something from the kitchen, right?” said Doug.
“Of course not! I’ll be back in a minute,” Hunter said in the most cartoonishly exaggerated nice tone of voice. It disgusted him. Spinning on his heel, he made his way to the kitchen, feeling the tickling begin anew every time he even thought about resisting the watch’s control. His body non-consensually made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, sliced it diagonally and set it on a plate which he then took to the living room. “Here you go, Doug. Bon appétit!”
“Holy shit,” exclaimed the raccoon as he grabbed the plate. “It actually works!”
“Hang on, let me try,” said Chris as he sat down on the cock and kicked his feet up on the table. “My feet are sore. Give them a massage for me, will you?”
“C-cehertainly!” Hunter said, already fighting against the urge to giggle from the tickled he was feeling from resisting the invisible force that puppeteered his body. Shakily, he sat by the coffee table and cupped on of the fox’s bare feet in his hands, gently but firmly pressing his paw pads with his thumbs. “Hohow’s this, Chrihis?”
“Ah, perfect! Keep going. Oh, I think the toy store was worth it after all.”
Chris shut his eyes and sunk into the couch, letting his unwilling friend work over his tired feet with a satisfied grin on his face. Hunter, still displaying that twitchy smile, felt thoroughly humiliated. Whether he liked or not, he was completely at the mercy of his friends. If he could just snatch the remote from Chris, he could unlock the watch. Tentatively, he tried to reach towards the remote again only to be stopped by another surge of tickling.
“Pahahaha!” He laughed, going back to massaging the fox’s paws. “It tihickles.”
“Oh, I bet it does. So just be a good boy and do what we tell you, got it?”
“Ohof course, Chris! I’ll b-be a good bohoy!”
He heard a camera shutter and was horrified to see Doug taking a picture of him in that sad predicament. “Don’t mind me.”
“No problem at all! Take as many as you’d like!”
“Oh, how nice of you. In that case…” He pressed the shutter button a dozen times.
“Wait, hand me the phone. Let me get a POV shot,” said Chris.
Fuck them and fuck the watch. He should’ve never put it on. If those pictures leaked, his life was over. Couldn’t they just humiliate him privately? He wanted to break the fox’s toes, not gently relieve their tension like he was being forced to do. All he could hope for is that they would show mercy sooner rather than later.
“Hey, I wonder what this dial is for.”
Chris turned the dial on the remote.
The skulldog’s eyes widened as he experienced another very different sensation. Immediately, his hands left the fox’s feet and descended towards his pants, promptly pulling them down along with his underwear to reveal his rapidly engorging dick. He began masturbating furiously.
“Whoa!”
“What the fuck?!”
Startled, the fox turned the dial back down. Hunter let go of his member and panted. He smiled at his friends and said: “Thanks, guys! That felt really good!” It really didn’t, but he wasn’t in control.
“No fucking way. What king of sick fuck even made this thing?!” exclaimed Doug.
“Ha! My kind of sick fuck!” Chris laughed maniacally. He was power-tripping. Hard. “So, I guess this dial makes you jerk off, uh?” He turned the dial a tiny bit and watched as the skulldog’s hand returned to his member, but only to slowly massage it. Chris turned it a bit more and saw Hunter’s movements speed up to a rhythmic masturbation. “Interesting. So I can control how hard you beat your meat with this… I bet you won’t be able to cum on the lowest settings. Let’s leave it like this, for now.” He turned it back to about a tenth, trapping Hunter in a permanent state of slowly rubbing the glans of his engorged cock.
“Dude, I dunno about this,” Doug said. “I mean, making another guy jerk off in front of you. Ain’t that a little gay?”
“Nah, bro. It ain’t gay if the balls don’t touch. Trust me, I know this stuff.”
“Oh, that’s good to know ‘cause I’m getting pretty horny.” The raccoon unzipped his pants and let out his impressively sized length. The manly scent it exuded quickly permeated the entire room.
“Well, if that’s we’re doing…” Chris followed suit, letting his own cock flop out.
To their surprise, it was Hunter that took the initiative.
“Wow, you guys look pretty pent up! Can I help you out?”
What he meant to say was: Put your fucking pants back on, you perverts! But the watch wouldn’t allow it.
“Oh, absolutely! Lend us a paw, will you?”
He lent them two. Kneeling down in front of the couch, he grabbed both men’s cocks and began gently masturbating them. They relaxed and moaned in unison. Hunter himself was kept in a perpetually horny state due to the watch’s effect. In addition to that, any and all resistance that he tried to muster was swiftly punished with a wave of tickling all over his entire body.
“H-How dohoes it f-feeheel, frihihiends?!”
“I’d rather you call us, masters. What do you think, Doug?”
“I think that sounds better!”
“Uhunderstoohood, mahasters!”
The more he resisted, the more it tickled - and yet, despite how much it tickled, he couldn’t move in any way that would help alleviate the feeling. He was stuck kneeling down and masturbating his friends. Chris noticed this.
“Say… the watch tickles you when you resist, right?” he deduced.
“Yehehes, mahaster! It tihickles s-so much!”
“But you can’t move away from whatever we do to you.”
“Thatahat’s rihihight!”
Chris smiled deviously. “I’ve got an idea. Hey Doug, wanna get some ass?”
“From a guy?”
“Yeah, why not? Trust me, it’ll feel great.”
The raccoon shrugged. “Awright.”
Wait! No, don’t do that! Was what was going through Hunter’s head as Doug began peeling off the last of his clothes and stood behind the skulldog.
“On your knees, Hunter. And raise that tail for me.”
He tried to resist harder than before. This wasn’t just humiliation now; his friend was about to use his ass and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. Well… he could try to fight the watch’s effect but that only earned him another intense wave of full-body tickling. He wanted to swat the immaterial feathers and brushes away from around his body but what he did instead was obediently bend over as his tail hiked to welcome the raccoon’s throbbing dick.
“Good boy, Hunter!”
“Tha-! Thahank yoho, mahahaster!”
Doug aligned his meat with the skulldog’s twitching anus and prepared to go in. As soon as his thick head was past the dog’s outer rim, there was an accentuated rise in giggles which denounced an increase in resistance.
“What’s wrong, Hunter?” Chris teased. “Don’t like having Doug’s dick up your ass?”
“Ihihi lohove ihit!”
He really didn’t, but he had no say in what he said. The watch had taken his voice as his own, just as it had done with his body. Amidst the pathetic giggles, a few stray moans escaped as Doug’s large tool hit his prostate and sent unwanted waves of pleasure through his body. But of course, he couldn’t cum, not until one of his friends was kind enough to turn up the dial. Somehow, he had the feeling it would be a while until that moment came.
For now, he had other worries.
“Open wide!”
He did, letting his laughter spill out from the maw he was now physically unable to close as Chris prepared to plug it with his leaky cock. He turned out to be a lot less gentle with his maw than Doug was with his ass, grabbing his skull and thrusting his musky shaft in and out of his maw like he was a mere fleshlight. And as Hunter instinctively resisted, the watch kept tickling him.
It tickled him a lot.
From his armpits to his toes and even his groin, a phantom prickling stimulated his nerves and made him laugh out loud… As loud as he could while Chris’ dick in his mouth, anyway.
“Fuck! Keep resisting, Hunter. Your laughter feels awesome when you’re sucking my dick,” moaned Chris.
“His ass is super tight too! I bet he’s a virgin.”
“Not anymore, he isn’t.”
He could only stay there on all fours, tail raised and mouth open, obediently taking his friends’ dicks while enduring the unending, ethereal tickling he received as punishment for daring to resist the watch’s power.
It was exhausting.
As his friends neared their respective orgasms, he dared to grab his own cock and try jerking off. If he couldn’t stop the two men from using him like a toy, then at least he was going to get some pleasure out of it.
“Ah! Ah! I didn’t say you were allowed to touch yourself, Hunter. Keeps those hands on the floor.”
No, of course not. His body obeyed and the watch jolted him with another wave of tickles. The ensuing laughter and shaking were enough to stimulate Chris to climax.
“Hnf! Fuck!” The fox moaned as he filled the dog’s maw with a large load of his seed. “Swallow,” he commanded, and Hunter had no choice but to obey. Only after he had swallowed every last drop did Chris finally took himself out of his mouth, just in time for Doug to climax as well.
“Shit, your ass feels so good, Hunter,” the large raccoon said, as he slumped over the smaller skulldog. “Think I’ll keep my dick in there for a bit. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not! Feel free to stay like that for as long as you want!”
Hunter gritted his teeth. As if it wasn’t enough to get spit-roasted by those two assholes, the watch also made him act as if he liked it. All he could hope for is that they would eventually get tired of seeing him as a pathetic giggly slave and take off the watch. Maybe now, after climaxing, they would show mercy on him.
“Hey, Doug.”
“What?”
“When’s the last time we threw a party?”
Or maybe not.
He opened the fridge and grabbed six cans of beer, one for each person who had the pleasure of seeing him in that sorry state. The journey from the kitchen back to the living room was challenging - walking with a vibrator up one’s ass wasn’t an easy feat. The nipple clamps and cock ring certainly didn’t help, all vibrating and making his rock-hard cock leak like a broken faucet.
He’d have to clean the floor, later… Or, ideally, force those two assholes to lick it clean. But that was only wishful thinking… The watch gave his bare feet a brief tickle in response to that thought, causing him to almost drop the beer cans.
“Who’s thirsty?” he said when he finally reached the crowded living room.
“You, by the looks of it,” said a gruff rottweiler who sat on the couch next to Doug. “Look at mess you’re making. Dirty dog.”
“But he’s so cute in that outfit!” remarked an effeminate meerkat.
Next to him, a plump panda took a picture of the skulldog with his phone. “Say cheese! I bet you love wearing that, don’t you, Hunter?”
They were, of course, referring to the humiliating pink maid outfit those two assholes had forced him to wear, complete with a bright collar and a mini-skirt that did nothing to hide his shameful erection. It all made Hunter’s blood boil. He strained each and every one of his facial muscles in an attempt to fight off the dumb smile he was being forced to make. He pursed his lips and did his best to bark out an angry “Fuck you!”
“F-F-F-F-”
Just when he thought he might have been able to overpower the watch’s control, he was overwhelmed by the now familiar tickles all around his body.
“Hahaha! T-Thahank you, mahaster! I lohohove wehearing ihihit!”
“It sure looks like it,” teased a lithe jaguar from behind him while reaching around him and cupping his balls gently. “Looks like our Hunter is quite the exhibitionist slut, isn’t he?”
“Ahahanything fohor you g-guyhyhys!” Hunter laughed. “Y-You’re myhy best friehehends!”
He wanted to punch each and every one of them in their smirking faces and they knew it. The fury raging inside him was apparent even through that dumb grin that signaled the watch’s control over him. His eyebrows twitched and furled an unfurled in quick succession as he handed everyone their drinks. First the jaguar, then the meerkat, the panda, the rottweiler, Doug and, finally, Chris. The fox stood by the corner with the biggest shit-eating grin Hunter had ever seen. He took the can in one hand and, with the other, held a remote - not the one to the watch but rather the remote that controlled the vibrators latched onto him.
“Good boy, Hunter!”
He pressed a button on the remote and the increased the intensity of the vibrations assaulting the skulldog, coaxing another large spurt of pre out of his cock. As Doug saw this, he turned the dial on the pink remote and observed Hunter’s hand shoot towards his dick and begin masturbating.
“Thahank y-you!”
Hunter was horny. So, so horny.
The toys were barely past half their maximum intensity and Doug had barely turned the dial, meaning the watch didn’t allow him to do more than slowly massage his erection - nowhere near enough to make him cum but plenty enough to keep him in a state of perpetual arousal.
Just as his thoughts started to drift, his nips, dick and rear were assaulted by a new wave of strong vibrations. His eyes darted forward to Chris who steadily increased the vibrations with a big smile on his face and half of all of his blood on his cock. Doug followed suit and turned the dial a little bit more, causing Hunter to steadily jerk off.
For a moment, he stopped resisting. Were they finally allowing him to cum?
Chris bumped the vibrations up again and Hunter’s whole body went stiff.
The nipple clamps teased him in unique way. They hurt a bit, but his body seemed to welcome that mild pain for the pangs of pleasure it carried with it. The cock ring provided a similar amount of pleasure while also constricting his erection and ensuring it remained rock hard for as long as it was on. Finally, the vibrating dildo hammered away at his prostate and made him feel weak in the knees.
More vibrations. More pleasure.
He dropped to his knees and panted loudly as he felt himself approach that sweet release. Even his cock had ceased its incessant leaking in preparation for the grand finale.
Closer… Closer!
“I’m gonna cum!”
As soon as those words left his mouth, it was over. Not because he came, but because Chris killed the toys a millisecond before the point of no return. Doug allowed him to edge himself for a few seconds before turning the dial all the way down, effectively forbidding him from touching himself.
“AH! FUCK!”
He was so close! Close enough that any touch of his dick would finish him. Despite his better judgement, he reached for his dick, fighting tooth and nail to overpower the watch’s control when it stopped his arms just short of reaching it.
Then the tickles came again.
He dropped to the floor and humped the air, slinging ropes of pre-cum around the carpeted floor while laughing uncontrollably and trying to swat away at the invisible hands probing his sides and at the scratching his soles.
“Aww, poor boy can’t cum.”
“Pathetic.”
“Coochie coo, Hunter!”
He wanted to crawl into a hole a and die. But not before one last orgasm. With great effort, he powered through the tickles and the frustration and crawled towards the coffee table. He was just about to reach the remote before Doug snatched it.
“Oh? You wanted this?”
“P-Plehehease!”
He stood up, legs shaking, and took a step towards the large racoon. An expression of pure rage penetrated through the smiling guise, a searing fury that burned beneath that shaky, tickle-induced grin as Doug held that remote just out of reach.
“You’re not allowed to touch this.” As soon as Doug said that, Hunter’s arm retracted back and he found himself unable to reach for the remote again. “Yes, good boy! And you can’t touch that one as well,” he said, pointing at the remote in Chris’ hand. “There. Now we can be sure you’ll behave.”
“How ya feelin, Hunter?” the panda asked, holding his phone out to film the spectacle. “Having fun?”
The skulldog turned politely towards him and said, amidst much laughter: “I-I’m hahaving s-so- Hahaha! S-soho muhuch fuhuhun!” He struggled to speak. “T-Thihis ihis t-the ha-ha-hahappiest I’ve ehever beeheeheen!”
“See? Told ya guys he was into it,” said Doug.
“Look how much he’s leaking… Should we let him cum?” asked the meerkat.
“Nah. Trust me, he likes it better this way,” replied Chris, bringing the toys to a low vibration when he was sure Hunter’s imminent orgasm had died down. “Isn’t that right, Hunter?”
“Yehehes! I-I lohove being ehehedged!”
He couldn’t possibly fathom how the situation could get any worse. Whatever hole he’d gotten himself into, he was sure he’d hit the bottom.
“I know! How about a little dance? I’ve got the perfect song.”
But a hole could always be dug deeper.
The jaguar played a tune on his phone.
“C’mon, Hunter, dance!”
“Yeah! You love this song, don’t you?”
A guitar strummed along some ridiculous lyrics and Hunter did as he was told. He moved his arms and legs in a shoddy pantomime of a ballet performance in which he swished, twirled, and pirouetted all around the crowded living room much to everyone’s amusement.
The lyrics repeated ad nauseum:
Happy happy, joy joy
Happy happy, joy joy
As he danced, thick ropes of pre-cum were flung from his swinging shaft in every direction - even managing to land on some of his friends whose reactions ranged from disgust to delight. The vibrations increased again, but he didn’t illude himself this time - he knew he wasn’t going to be allowed to cum, not while that asshole Chris held the remote. And not while the watch still held him hostage and restricted his movements to that humiliating dance number.
The tickles never stopped so neither did his laughter and jerky movement. Even as he danced, he fought the watch’s control which only made him look more ridiculous. His friends loved that, of course, and immortalized the moment in a series of pictures and videos on their phones. Laughing. Jeering. Enjoying themselves.
His living room had become a circus and he was the clown.
That evening he sucked everyone’s dicks at least once and took twice as many of them up his ass - despite most of his friend’s alleged heterosexuality. Seems like no one could resist giving his ass a good pounding. When he wasn’t taking a dick, he was serving them in some other degrading way. Fetching drinks, giving massages, dressing up in other embarrassing outfits and dancing to a never-ending playlist of increasingly corny songs.
Always resisting. Always laughing. Always horny.
When it was time to send everyone off, he was left a horny, musky mess. The vibrators still buzzed. A parting gift from Chris and Doug. He glanced over at the pair of remotes on the coffee table that he was physically unable to touch.
Vibrators on medium, pleasure at zero.
Even when he tried to be clever and not directly pleasure himself but rather rub his erection on a piece of furniture or attempt to push the vibrator harder against his prostate to try and work around the watch’s limitation, he was always forced to stop short of climax and then face a fierce wave of tickling as punishment for his disobedience.
He would have to live with the constant edging for the time being…
And then he saw it. His reflection in the mirror as he was about to take off that ridiculous maid outfit. It wasn’t the pulsating erection that bothered him or the fact that he was drenched in ten workouts’ worth sweat.
It was that smile.
That big, dumb, brainless grin that spread from ear to ear.
He had been doing it for so long that he forgot about it. It was infuriating. He took a long, hard look at himself and drew in a deep breath, concentrating for what he was about to do.
“C’mon! C’mon!”
Hunter strained each and every one of his facial muscles to try and fight off that smile. Slowly but surely, the corners of his mouth began to uncurl. He was doing it! Maybe the watch’s control weakened with how far he was from the remote? That seemed like a solid hypothesis until he felt those phantom fingers join the fight on the smile’s side as they began scratching at his armpits, bringing that goofy grin to his face once again.
It was no use.
Stupid thing! he thought.
“Whahahat an amahazing wahahatch!” he said.
Boiling with anger, he grabbed the wristband and pulled hard on it. If he couldn’t bullshit his way around the restrictions then maybe plain old brute force was the answer. When pulling didn’t work, he jammed his fingers under it and tried to pry it off. It felt like a steel handcuff clasped around his wrist.
Open the fuck up, you piece of shit! I need to cum!
“Ha! Hahaha! Yehehes! T-Tihihickle mehe!”
Still, he had to try! What other option was there? Those two assholes were gone and they were his best bet on getting that thing off.
“HAHAHA IHIT TIHICKLES! S-STOHOP- STOHO-”, he hesitated as the watch made his words its own. “M-MOHORE!! I LOHOHOVE IHIHIT”
The tickling was otherworldly. It felt as if every inch of him was being scratched, brushed and feathered simultaneously, no matter how much he scratched himself up or how much he rubbed his bare paws on the carpet to try and dull the feelings. It was like the tickling was being processed by another nervous system entirely independent from his own.
But he couldn’t give up!
“LEEHET MEHEHE CUHUHUM! P-PLEHEHEASE! NNGH!”
Even with that horrible tickling and arousal, all he was focused on was getting that damned thing off his wrist, clawing at it like a rabid animal. He was going to get it off one way or another! Then he was going to pay Chris a visit, the beat-the-shit-out-of-him kind of visit. He wasn’t sure he could take on Doug, but he might as well try! Yes, he was going to show those two assholes what’s coming!
But first he needed a shower. Yes. He really… needed… a shower…
He opened his eyes to hazy, unfamiliar surroundings.
Softness. Fresh bedsheets.
A beautiful fox climbed on the bed and gave him a sultry smile. Naked, like him. No sign of the watch or the toys. She straddled him and scratched his chin with a warm smile before reaching for his erection.
He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan.
She lined up his erection with her sex and descended upon him. Up, down, up, down.
The soft, warm inside of the fox contagiously spread throughout his own body in a loving embrace of unbound, unrestricted pleasure.
Up, down, up, down… A fiery sensation built up around his gonads.
He was almost there!
Almost… there…
Almost…
He opened his eyes and immediately turned them down towards his cock to find it covered in pre, still constricted by that vibrating cock ring.
Sunlight crept through the window and he realized he had passed out from exhaustion.
The bed, the woman… All a dream.
He had slept on the floor, drenched in his own sweat and musky arousal, the smell of which only fueled said arousal in a cruel feedback loop.
He really, really needed a shower. As he stood up and started making his way towards the bathroom, he felt an invisible force grab him by the collar and pull him roughly to the living room. There was someone there. A yellow coyote wearing a floral shirt and a pair of green shorts sat comfortably on the couch with one leg crossed over the other. He pointed at the floor in front of Hunter.
“Sit.”
Hunter obeyed. The coyote examined him from head to toe, then smiled.
“You must’ve had a fun day yesterday, huh?”
“Yes! Me and my friends had a blast yesterday!” he replied enthusiastically. “We had drinks, danced, and took photos together! It was such a good time!”
“I bet it was,” laughed the coyote, eyeing Hunter’s leaking boner. “But where are my manners? I haven’t introduced myself yet.” He stood up. “My name is Benny and I own a little toy shop called The Conjured Coyote. Ever heard of it?”
Hunter’s heart skipped a beat.
“N- N- N- Yehehehes!”
The moment he tried to resist telling the truth, the watch started tickling him again.
“I figured. You see, someone broke into my shop yesterday and took some things,” he pointed at the watch. “Including that watch. Might I ask how you got it?”
Immediately, Hunter grabbed his own maw and held it shut to stop the imminent admission of guilt while also muffling his increasingly loud laughter.
Benny sighed. “You broke into my shop didn’t you.”
A nod.
“Yeah, I figured it was you.”
How did he know? Had he left something behind at the shop? Was there perhaps a hidden camera he didn’t notice? And how did the coyote managed to get into his apartment?
The coyote approached him and knelt down in front of him, sniffing at the air.
“You could use a shower, you know?”
Yes, that’s what I was about to do before you broke into my fucking apartment, he thought.
“But we can take care of that later,” he said as he petted Hunter’s cheek. “What do you say we go for a walk outside?”
What?! No, I can’t be out in public like this!!
“Yehehes! I lohove wahahalks!”
“Yes, you do! Good boy!”
The coyote pulled a leash seemingly out of thin air and clipped it to his collar, then led him out of his apartment and to the busy street where he experienced new heights of embarrassment.
People looked. A lot.
“What a freak!”
“Hey, handsome.”
“Keep that stuff to yourself.”
He was reprimanded, teased and even solicited at some points as Benny led him down the street, strangely unnoticed by those he passed by. Hunter guessed they were too shocked by the sorry sight of him to pay much attention to the unassuming coyote holding his leash. Still, it was weird… No one even looked at him. Almost like he was invisible.
The reached an alley which, much to his chagrin, he recognized. It was the alley that led to The Conjured Coyote.
“Hey, Hunter.”
“Out for a morning walk?”
Chris and Doug. The sons of bitches were there waiting for him. Why? Was the coyote somehow a friend of theirs? No that didn’t make any sense. Where they staking the place for another hit? But why?
“Hihihi guyhys!”
“Sit,” Benny ordered and the skulldog promptly obeyed. “Beg.” He held his arms close to his chest. “Roll over!” He lied down on the floor and did as he was ordered.
“Oh, this is precious!” said Chris, doubling over in laughter. “Just when I thought I’d seen it all, you pop up out of nowhere and start doing tricks.”
“Maybe it’s his way of begging us to let him cum,” Doug added.
Again, no mention of Benny. Could they not see him standing right there?
“You know, that dumbass toy store was the best score we ever did.”
“Yeah, no amount of money could ever top seeing you like this.”
Benny cocked an eyebrow and gave them a nasty look.
“Did these two idiots help you rob my shop?”
Hunter nodded enthusiastically.
“Hahahaha! I-It tickles!
“Ihihi lohohove thihis!”
“Dahahancing feeheels sohoho goohood!”
They were inside The Conjured Coyote, all wearing pink maid outfits like Hunter’s and, more importantly, similar watches. Hunter laid on his back like a dog begging to have its belly rubbed while Doug eagerly ran after a ball that Benny would throw time and time again for him to fetch. Chris was down on all fours, chasing his bushy tail in circles. Every single one of them had a raging, leaking hard-on.
In front of them was a camera on a tripod connected to a laptop.
Benny stood behind the camera with a grin on his face.
“Hey Chris, your mailman’s in the chat. He just recognized you and donated five dollars. Anything you want to say to him?”
“T-Tahahank you!”
“Good boy! Only a couple hundred more until you three cover the value of the stuff you stole. C’mon, work it!”
“Yehehes mahaster!”
It wasn’t the revenge Hunter expected, but he welcomed it nonetheless. Seeing those two suffer the same fate as him was as cathartic as it was erotic, especially once Benny ordered them to take on a more hands-on approach with each other.
“Chris, have a taste of Hunter, will ya? And Doug, fuck his ass.”
They all resisted, of course, laughing their heads off from the incessant tickling as they were forced to do perform obscene action to each other in front of that camera, livestreaming to a chat that flooded with donations and increasingly horny remarks - all of which Benny read aloud for them to address. They especially loved it when one man would sniff or lick another’s body, taking in the copious amounts of musk they produced from the treatment.
The shop reeked of it.
Hunter didn’t know when it would end, but he had to admit, he didn’t entirely hate the situation as long as those two assholes suffered along with him.
Another donation came in, complimenting his outfit. He faced the camera and grinned happily.
“Thahahank yohohou. Ihihi l-lohohove thihis outfihihit!”