Rodent Incubus and a Lonely Teenage Fox - Chapter 4

Jeremiah had good feelings about today. One of the boys he liked feeding from, a cute sporty fox named Jason who lived in a pretty uptight neighborhood and went to a boring private school, was having lots of naughty, very naughty dreams lately. He had some glimpses of them, and had even helped craft a couple through his powers of illusion and clever use of technology to send the fox to the right websites at the right times. Today, however, was payday. Jason's parents weren't home, it was a perfect chance for an impromptu visit.

The mouse demon had picked just the right time, a couple hours after Jason's parents left, long enough for the fox to get bored and start trying some of the naughty stuff he had read about online. When Jeremiah rang the door, he didn't hear a reaction right away. A smile formed on his face, for sure the fox was in the middle of something... had he tried to use a scarf as makeshift handcuffs, like he had seen online? Perhaps he had gone one step further and followed that shibari tutorial that had raised to the frontpage of one of Jason's more shameful subreddits. Whatever it was, Jason would certainly attempt to hide it before he opened the door for his friend's unexpected visit!

The teenage vulpine was not expecting anyone. A knock on the door was something to be ignored. He had the house to himself. Whoever was at the door could wait. They could go away. But there was a more important reason he had zero interest in going downstairs to open the door for whatever rando was at his door. He was a little...tied up at the moment. He couldn't go to the door. He was experimenting with a straightjacket that he'd found. Snuggly hugging himself. Not the best or safest thing to use on your own without someone to be there to supervise and free you. Which is why this unique one had a timer mechanism. Modern technology! When the timer went off he'd be free. And he'd only set it for thirty minutes. As exciting as this bondage thing was it could also be boring. So small timer only. And the material wasn't the strongest or tightest so if he reaaaally need to rip it or worm his way out he could. The jacket was rather cleverly designed too. Disguised to look like a varsity jacket - as long as you didn't look too closely at it.

Whoever was at the door would just need to come back later. No way would they invite themselves into the house, and see him on the bed wearing the thing. At least he was dressed...shorts and socks covering his lower body.

Jeremiah waited a little, then a not-so-little. He knew the fox was here, he could sense him close, he could feel his arousal too. Jason was in the middle of some naughty business indeed, great! He could feel the arousal fading a bit, even, which meant he knew someone was at the door and was getting nervous. Even better. That had to mean he was in a delicate situation right now.

"Ready or not, here I come" the mouse muttered to himself. A door wasn't going to stop him. A magic pinch was all it took to unlock it. Upstairs, the vulnerable teenager could hear the door opening and his friend's voice downstairs. 

"Hey buddy, you left your door open!" he pretended as he waltz in and made himself at home. He stepped out of his shoes, left his jacket on the stairs rail, and started climbing. Jason couldn't really remember where he met this weird mouse that kept coming to his house. He couldn't remember what they did exactly when he was around, which meant it was probably pretty boring stuff. All he knew was that Jeremiah was a kind of friend of his, one of the only ones he had.

 "Heeey buddy, I got us some sodas!" the mouse said as he stepped into Jason’s bedroom. Poor fox was still wearing the jacket of course. Oh sure, he could pretend for a couple of seconds that he had his arms folded because he was angry about the unannounced visit, or something... but that wouldn't last very long. Especially not with a mouse waving a can of soda just in front of him in a very insisting way, while already starting to drink down the other one he brought.

A slight panic overcame the self-bound fox when he heard the door opening. A voice announcing that he had a visitor that was coming up to his room. That was...that was that mouse! His friend. Why couldn't he remember his name? That was a shameful secret because they'd hung out…a few times. They were…friends. The weird mouse had a name he could just never recall it. And they were friends! He was pretty sure the concept and acceptance of jerking off had been explained to him by the mouse. But all his memories were somewhat...fuzzy. It didn't help he was worried about being caught! He did not have enough time to free himself between the announcement and his room being invaded. And so he was caught red handed in his rather embarrassing predicament. "Don...don't just break in!" he yelped. He was speechless. And his face was reeeeeed. The phone was nearby too. Displaying a timer that was counting down from ten minutes. A big button to end the timer. Another button to extend.

The mouse had found out what was going on the second he saw the fox. He couldn't help but admire how ingenious mortals had gotten over the years. Always finding crazy new ways to get themselves off, yet always so far behind what demons like him could make them feel. It was cute, but it also saved him some time! People pretty much corrupted themselves online nowadays, all they needed was a little nudge here and there.

"I didn't break in, it was open, and I thought I heard you telling me to come in". Blatant lies told with unbreakable confidence. "Alright, sulk all you want" the mouse said with a sigh as Jason apparently refused to grab the offered soda. The mouse just sat on Jason's bed, right next to the fox, with a sense of personal space that was definitely better suited to a mouse than a solitary fox. Who seats next to a friend with the hips touching?! The next few minutes felt pretty long for the poor tied up teen. He was sure his mouse friend hadn't noticed a thing and tried his best not to give himself away. But the mouse wasn't making it easy. Always trying to... hand him stuff, or ask him to scratch his back... the fox had to pretend he didn't want to uncross his arms, rather than being unable to. 

Poor Jason could do nothing but act angry. Unforgivable that a friend would just…walk into his house. Even if it was difficult to explain why he was annoyed. As every minute past he started to wonder if he would actually somehow get away with this? It was oddly exhilarating to be wearing the thing but not caught. There was such a false hope that he could get out of this without being caught without having to explain what the jacket actually was. Every minute was slooooow. The one blessing was that he could see the timer if he turned his head just right. How much time remained until he earned his freedom. The ability to move his arms! It was like a game at this point...denying anything the rodent wanted to hand to him. Pretend to be angry about the intrusion. Yeah!

The clock was ticking down. 4 minutes left.. 3....And something weird was happening... at first it might seem like it was just the anticipation of being freed. But Jason was feeling oddly light headed, he was breathing harder with each passing second, the more he couldn't move when his friend tried to offer him a can of soda for the fiftieth time or asked if he could get him the stereo's remote or bring him another pillow, the more Jason was staring to feel excited... "Hey, you alright buddy? You look all red and hot, I know you're angry but you reaaaaaally should stay hydrated. I'll get you some water, don't move alright" the mouse insisted, a playful grin on his face "I'll be back in a minute!" he promised. There were two more left on the timer.

Now that the fox was left alone why was he feeling so funny? Why was he suddenly boning up again? He'd been erect when he'd first put the thing on in nervous anticipation. But without anything directly stimulating him and his general nervousness he'd mostly retracted back into his sheath. A plump sheath with semi arousal, but nothing that would make it incredibly obvious that he was boned up next to his friend. 

But suddenly as he was left alone. A couple minutes left on the timer. Almost able to get out of this with most of his dignity intact. He felt weird. Excited. Aroused. His dick no longer satisfied to just show peak out a little from his sheath in half-excitement. No. His teenage cock had awakened. Pressing up into his underwear. Making a bump in his shorts that he could not hide. His mind weak...he would only make things worse if he spoke up when the mouse returned. And yet...with the last 30 seconds counting down he did. "The timer. Dude. Ten more minutes...add..."

The mouse felt a surge of pride at those words. That's the fox he wanted to see, still a little on the shy side of things but... eager to experiment and find out just how far he could take things. "Timer?" he asked. "What is it for? Does it count how long you're gonna keep pretending to be mad at me ?" The mouse was spot on, of course, they both knew it but it was kind of fun to pretend otherwise. The mouse grabbed the phone and waved it in front of Jason as the last few seconds kept ticking. How odd that a few minutes ago Jason couldn't wait for it to finish, and now, the way that weird mouse teased him was almost painful, like a disaster was about to happen if it reached zero. Just like one of those action movies they sometimes watched together. "Two.. one...." the mouse counted... before pressing that button. "And ten more minutes, here you go~" he chirped before he put down the phone, angling him so Jason could see the screen even better from now on.

"Feels much better, doesn't it, buddy?" he asked as he moved next to the fox, a full glass in his hand. "Oh by the way... I got your drink right here~". Before Jason could even react, he found himself with the rim of the glass against his muzzle, cold water starting to fill his muzzle. It was a distressing feeling not being able to use his hands to push the glass away, the fox just had to drink... and his mousey friend was making it... deliberately slow. There it was again, the feeling of helplessness, being unable to move or resist as the fox's friend made him drink. "So, how did you end up with your hands stuck anyway?" the mouse finally asked, suddenly dropping the act. Oh but there was still about a third of the glass to finish before the fox could answer, it wouldn't be much fun otherwise would it?

The self-bound fox couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with him. His agony would only be delayed by asking for the timer to be extended. Had he really escaped discovery so far? Was he able to keep escaping discovery? Or was his friend aware and just playing along? He felt a sense of relief as he was shown the timer had been extended. His fate of being completely helpless next to his friend extended. The oddity of the situation only become weirder as the water was given to him. Glass help up to his lips. A slow trickle of water down his tongue. He coughed slightly as the mouse revealed that he knew the fox's hands were stuck. Of course he did! But now it had been said outloud. Pouring the water would need a few second break for him to recover before it could continued to be given to him. And finally he had swallowed the water. Clenching a thirst he hadn't had. And he could speak again. "I...dunno...just...found this thing laying on the ground...and...err...got curious about what it was..." oh yeah. totally believable. He had totally not purchased it. "Fuck...thank you for not making fun of me. Keeping me company...this is so...wild..."

The mouse chuckled and sat back against his vulpine friend. Nice and close, a hand resting on the fox's leg as they watched the countdown together. "Anytime buddy, plus it looks like you're having fun." he said, looking at the fox's eyes for a blush or any similar confirmation that he was onto something. "Kinda weird thought huh, how it feels when you're unable to move? Feels bad and good at the same time, ya know?" he added. The mouse looked a bit younger than Jason, but who could be sure really, maybe he just had soft features or something. The fact he was oddly knowledgeable about dirty things wasn't too surprising either. Jason's environment was pretty uptight, and the mouse had a bit of a punky vibe to him, with the hoodie and baggy pants and everything. He probably was way more experienced about sex and all!

"You know what would make it even more exciting?" the mouse asked, before his hand started sliding against the fox’s leg, moving slowly towards his crotch. "just imagine that I could touch your dick right now if I wanted to, and there is *nothing* you can do to stop me~" he said, with a lot of emphasis on the fact that the fox was at his mercy now that his little secret was out.

A part of Jason was grateful with how things had turned out. The whole wearing a straight-jacket thing and getting walked in on could have been even more humiliating. It could have lost him friendship. He could have gotten bullied over it. Beaten. Getting walked in by his mouse friend was the best outcome if he was destined to be caught.  The cool punk mouse had been the one to find him. Teasing him but not freaking out and refusing to be his friend. 

And then he felt it. A touch against his leg. Heard the word dick said outloud. The threat of being touched with nothing to stop it. "Ha...hah dude...Dude...you wouldn't...that's so gay...I can't stop you but common...gross."

The mouse was playing along, this was the fun part of it all. "Yeah, totally gay and gross, right? Who would want to do that." he wondered aloud. Of course he knew what those words might do to the suggestible mind of a horny frustrated young fox. "That's why its a good threat!" he said, his hand continuing to slide towards its target. Jason could feel the other boy's soft fingers against his shorts. He had tried to hide his boner but... those fingers were gonna find out for sure if the mouse didn't stop.

The demon was slowing down as he got close to his target, just letting the fox feel the thrill of helplessness, mixing up with the thrill of almost being touched down there. It would be the first time someone touched him there! Wait? Would it? He had a vague feeling it wasn't the first time the mouse and him did stuff like that. How far had they already gone together? Why couldn't he remember clearly?

The mouse's fingers were so close, Jason could even feel them briefly touching his pent up fox balls before the mouse drew his hand away. "How does it feel that *you* were the one who asked for ten more minutes? I suppose we could be playing video games by now if you hadn't pushed it~" the mouse teased, before his hand reached suddenly forward again, this time grabbing right at the bottom of the fox's hard cock, giving him a tight squeeze. "Woopsie, guess that makes you gay too huh?" he teased, as the countdown entered its final minute "Good thing you'll soon be able to fight back." he said, his hand giving another, nice soft squeeze that made the fox's hips thrust back instinctively. "Unless..." he smirked, looking at the fox, then the countdown, and the blinking "extend" button

This was the whole point of being bound right? The sense of helplessness. The inability to stop someone from molesting you. Even if he was in a safe place. In his bedroom. Alone. Something could always happen. And now he had a friend that knew his secret and was amused by it. Taking advantage of it even. Things turning gay in an instant. A dubious touch of the fox's erection. That hand sneakily going underneath his shorts! Sitting on top of his underwear, but that was still very close to actually touching his dick.

"No! Not gay!" He gave a breathy protest as he was touched by the mouse. Told he was gay in such a teasingly fun manner. "Not gay...don't want to touch your dick...Better hope I'm in a forgiving mood...when...I'm free...extend...extend!" he moaned out. But if the goal had been to get him off then extending the timer was not needed. His barely touched cock throbbed beneath the teasing hand. Squirt after squirt of teenage cum flooding into his underwear. That hand that had been squeezing at his cock coming into contact with his white stuff. Shockingly it wasn't pulled away. Not that the fox was thinking too much about this. He was far too busy enjoying the intensity of his orgasm. The pleasurable high and shameful feelings of jizzing while his friend was looking at him. Touching him. What was their to say now? He was too aroused and embarrassed to comment. 

After what seemed like an eternity - the mouse pulled that hand out of his shorts. What now? What next? His friend gave him a goofy smile. Jason watched in silence with fascination and horror as the mouse licked at his fingers that had a thin layer of fox jizz on them. Post nut clarity and he found it an exciting yet terribly gross thought. 

The timer had actually ended already. But Jason didn't even notice he was so distracted by the sticky feeling surrounding his groin, and just sort of used to being trapped. The awkward silence was broken when the mouse spoke. "That's enough playtime for today. Ten more minutes while I get cleaned up." The timer had started again! Jason had the opportunity to free himself and he'd taken too long to do so. "I'll be thinking of you tonight~" The mouse winked while making lewd jerking off motions. His buddy left the room, leaving the fox to be alone for ten minutes before he'd be free and able to clean up the mess that had just been made. Assuming the mouse had actually left and wasn't just letting him think the timer would reach zero. That he'd really gone home!