When Mike woke up today, he knew that today was going to be a very interesting and challenging day. Not because he had some intuition or odd feeling about the day, but because of what he had signed up for. You see a couple of weeks ago, Mike and his friends were chatting about what most wolfs now discussed and hoped with every fiber in there being to avoid, the serial edger. In particular Mike was talking about how he thought that the stories were being over hyped in the media to spread fear and that even though it would in no way be fun, it couldn’t be as bad as everyone seemed to make it out to be. Mikes friends all thought that it would be an absolutely awful experience and that for the sake of public moral, they might even be downplaying how bad it really was. Mike insisted that it couldn’t be that bad. This led to how Mike knew that today was going to be a challenging day. During that discussion, one of Mikes friends suggested that if Mike was holding to the opinion that being edged all night, and then if allowed release at all having it ruined, wasn’t that bad. Well, he needed to put his money where his mouth is. 
This led to, if Mike agreed, who would be the mysterious fox. None of his friends wanted to for 2 main reasons. Reason 1, was none of them wanted to touch another dude’s junk, especially in a sexual way. Reason 2, no one wanted to put Mike through that and potentially damage their friendship or permanently alter it. While trying to figure out how to deal with all this, one of his friends found a BDSM dungeon that offered a serial edger experience. 
The experience was listed “as the closest you can get to being the serial edgers next victim, but with all the safeties of an experienced dungeon.” They even went so far as to make sure that the dom would be a male fox, that the sub would never see the face of before, during, or after the experience, however your safe word and selections for the experience would be passed to the fox. The total experience was listed at around 11 hours, the first hour was for subject acquisition. As they wanted to provide an experience as close to the real thing as possible, they would (if you opted for it) simulate a kidnaping of you. You would be safely drugged and rendered unconscious from an external pickup point. From there you would wake up bound and at the mysterious fox’s hand for the 8-hour edging experience. This part had 2 endings as the serial edger had 2 main endings. Ending 1 would be denial, if you chose this you would not orgasm at the end of the experience and to make sure that you didn’t get to experience any release on there watch you would be fitted with an electronic chastity cage that would be set for 8 hours at which point it would unlock and you could do whatever you wished. The reason listed for the excessive time was to simulate not being able to get off while talking to the police, or being checked over by medical staff if it were the real thing. Ending 2 was that around the 7-hour mark you would be allowed to orgasm, but the devious fox would ruin it as the serial edger was not into giving pleasure to his victims. The last hour you would be continually stimulated and forced to orgasm over and over again. You also had a couple of other choices to make, such as listing fetishes that would be off limits and whether or not anal stimulation was ok. 

After whatever ending you chose, you would be reddened unconscious again and put on display for other members of staff to play the role of the media to take pictures for there next big story on the serial edger and his latest victim. About 2 hours were allotted for this, 1 of which you would be unconscious for while you were put on display, and 1 while you are awake and having your pictures taken. At the end of this a couple more members of staff acting as police would push the media back and release you. After it was all said and over, any and all pictures taken would be provided to you as the original copies.  
After finding this experience Mike’s friends decided that was how he was going to prove that it wasn’t that bad. If he was going to prove that it wasn’t that bad, he would have to go for the full 11 hour experience, without using his safe word. Mike had confidently agreed, and signed up for the experience making his required choices and listing anything that he was 100% not ok with. With his friends watching as he signed up, he felt that he had to keep his list of things that were to be excluded small if any were going to be listed at all, the only thing he ended up listing was that he didn’t want anything that couldn’t be stopped right away if he decided to use his safe word such as creams that were designed to create a burning sensation. Mike had also opted for the denial ending, telling his friends that he thought that it would be the harder ending to endure as having been stimulated for 8 hours and then not being able to release for at least another 8 was going to be a lot more to endure then 1 hour of endless orgasms. Though in reality, Mike was terrified of ending 2. The mere thought of someone continuing to stimulate his dick after he got off was enough to send shivers up his spine and his legs to subconsciously close trying to protect his bits from a threat that wasn’t even there. 
With everything set, all that was left was to pick the date. The day that he picked was today, and because of that. He knew, today was going to be one interesting day. 
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Walking out of the dungeon Mike had an entirely new respect for anyone who had the extreme misfortune of interacting with the serial edger. He felt that he could hardly walk due to all the squirming and struggling he had been through over that 8-hour session just to get that last little bit of stimulus that would let him finally cum. But no matter how hard he tried to get it or plead with that fox, he never found it. At the end of that experience his legs could barely support his own wait, him getting to the point where he could barely walk was just enough to get to his car was a result of the last 2 hours of the experience where he was ether unconscious or just hanging. As part of this experience, he gained an even deeper respect for the victims as he felt like he almost lost his mind, and he knew that he could call off the full think at any moment, something that the real victims never had. The fact that they had all stayed sane through their experience was something he would have to ponder for a while, as he wasn’t sure that he would have the mental fortitude to just not let go and drift off into nothingness just to make it go away. 
All that though isn’t what was bothering him the most though, 2 hours ago he was the hardest and hornist he had ever been in his life. He had wanted and begged for the last 8 hours of his life just to be able to cum, and when he was told that his time was up, he was relieved that he might just get to. But right when he was about to cross the point of no return, that fox stopped again and just let him be. He had to watch the hardest erection of his life fade away and his penis slide back into his sheath having not gotten the pleasure that he and it so desperately needed. Now he was still just as horny, having the freedom to be able to move on his own, he wanted nothing more to just drop his pants and jerk off right there, decency be dammed. At the moment he didn’t care if someone saw him, he still NEEDED to cum, and that’s all he cared about. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to touch himself or even get hard for the next 8 hours. That’s what bothered him the most at this point. His plan to deal with this was to go home, go to bed, wake up with the device unlocked, and then experience the biggest orgasm he has ever had in his life. 
On his walk to his car (which was brought back to the dungeons parking lot as part of the package) Mike had concluded that he was indeed wrong. He still wasn’t sure that his friends were right and that the media was under selling the serial edger, but if what he had just been though was anything to go by, the real edger was a true bastard to be feared. He knew that he couldn’t handle being held captive by him and even going though what he had just been though, as even though he was bound, he knew that he had some control and that anything that he truly detested would be off the table. He sat down in his car and breathed a sigh of relief, at least the worst part was over and all he had to do now was wait to be able to get his release. Fate would have something else in store for Mike today though. 
As he reached for the ignition, he felt something cover his nose and mussel, then his world went black for the 3rd time today. 
He woke up and started to look around, but he couldn’t see anything, it was all just black. Having spent the last 9 hours of his waking life bound, he could tell that he was bound and naked. None the less he decided to test the restraints to see how much movement he had if any at all. He tried to move his arms and legs all at the same time and they didn’t budge at all, he was tied more restrictively than he had been before. He just relaxed back down, and tried to clear his mind. The more he tried to do that, the more this incessant thought came creeping into his mind. He had been though the full experience with the dungeon, why would they capture him again. As the alarms were starting to sound in his head, a light directly above him turned on. 
A voice came from out of the darkness, “So, you and the rest of the city think my work is a mockery... You see my work as something to be made fun of… as something of an amusement… as an experience that you wish for, and even crave. This city thinks my work is not important, and to be feared… Well, you and I will just have to show them… show them that my work is important and something that you wolf’s need to thinking about every moment of every day.” As this voice spoke it slowly circled him, each small statement coming from a distinctive point around his body. The voice was different than the one he was used to, somehow less gruff and authoritative, but more soothing, and somehow even more demanding. There was a confidence in that voice though, like something that he knew that Mike hadn’t figured out yet. Then all at once it came clashing together, the fact that his experience should have been over, that the voice had changed, the setting, and how everything felt way out of his control. The alarm bells weren’t even ringing any more by the time that the voice had paused, they had been rung so hard, that they had broken the stand they were attached to, fallen down the stairs, and rolled away trying to seek cover for themselves. 
Mike’s body become alive again, even though he had no energy left from his last 11 hours, he fought against the restraints like his life depended on it. The voice in the dark started laughing, the terrifying laugh echoing off some unseen walls or other objects. “Just now realized who I am did you, did you think I was still part of that pathetic experience?” As the voice, who Mike now knew was the real serial edger, spoke he reached out of the darkness and patted Mike’s shoulder. Despite how hard Mike was fighting against the restraints, when he felt that touch, he jumped and then froze. Somehow this stupid fox had kept himself out of Mikes view, even his arm which had now touched him. Mike started squinting, trying to catch a glimpse of the fox. Then he remembered something, and started laughing. The fox spoke in an incredibly annoyed tone, and with a lot of anger in his voice. “You think this is funny… You think spending the night here, with me is funny?” Mike unable to stop laughing, returned “You chose the worst wolf in the city to capture for tonight, I’m locked away, not with something that you can just pick, or take off. But a timer with no manual bypass. YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME”
Mike still laughing, he started to hear the fox laughing again. This caused him to instantly stop laughing and shivers went down his spine. The serial edger replied “You wolves are all the same, you think I’m just some stupid fox, and that something so simple could ruin my plans. Well, lets just see about that now” With that Mike heard the fox pick something up, then footsteps coming closer to his head. “See this” the fox said as he brought his hand in front of Mikes face, but Mike didn’t see a single detail about his hand. His eyes were fixed on what was in it. He held some kind of black box, with a button on it. That part by itself didn’t frighten him, the part that did was that there was a tight coil of wire at the end. “This is a little EMP that I made; all I have to do is slide the rings over your sheath and cage, and push this button.” Pushing the button for effect, the device not making any visual changes, but a terrible sparking sound a bit like a taser. “That will create pulses that will cause your little device to restart setting the time back to 0. Then all I have to do is take it off.” Between the knowledge of that thing going anywhere near his junk, that what little protection he though he had was completely useless, and that if this sadistic fox had already accounted for something like this, then there was nothing that he could do to protect himself. Mike felt his blood run cold. 
Mikes mind was running a million miles an hour trying to figure out any way to keep that device away from his sheath. By its sound alone it had to he super high voltage, and he was desperate to keep it away from him. “Keep me till the time runs out and then do your thing tomorrow, just please don’t bring that thing near me” Mike all but pleaded. The fox having disappeared back into the shadows “You see, I could do that. But one, that’s not really my thing, and two, I already have the answer to that pesky device” Mike continued racing for another angel, anything that he could do to try to delay the inevitable. As he was getting ready to present his next argument like this was some kind of debate, the fox started “As much fun as this might be, I have more important things to be doing tonight. So that’s enough out of you.” With that he shoved a ball gag into Mike’s muzzle and quickly had it fastened around the back of his head. 
Unable to speak, and unable to move hardly at all, the best he could do was to squirm a bit, Mike now felt completely helpless. And being bound with his legs pulled apart felt totally exposed. The last bit of safety he had was something that just a little bit ago he was cursing and couldn’t wait to remove. Now its oddly comforting, and its removal makes him very uncomfortable. As all this is flashing though his mind, and trying to come up with some new plan to gain just bit of movement and start to escape. The fox grabbed his attention deliberately. Not by saying a word, but by holding that box with the wires back in front of Mikes face. Instantly Mikes squirming stopped, and he laid there almost completely motionless. The only movement he made was moving his head as the fox started to bring that device lower and lower on his body. As the fox got just a couple inches away from his trapped cock, all the gears in his brain snapped back into motion all at once, and he started to violently trash about in his bonds trying to desperately keep the device away from his most precious bits. “Hmmmmghffgg..!” he also tried to scream anything into the gag to get that fox to stop.
Chuckling, the fox replied “This is going to happen one way or the other. Now the wire on this is insolated, so it shouldn’t zap you, but if you don’t want to take that chance, then I suggest that you settle down for just a second. If not I’m more than happy to see what happens.” Mike in an instant decided to keep struggling and hope for the best, “Hmmmmmmgh!” he screamed. “Have it your way”, the fox with surprising accuracy lowered the device around the cage and pushed the button. That device let out an ear-piercing sound of rapid high voltage sparks, then stopped. Mike tensed every mussel at the sound of that device expecting to feel the worst pain ever in his live to come crashing though his sheath, but he felt nothing. It was just a sharp sound and then it was over. Looking down, he saw that the cage was still in place. He started to breath a sigh of relief thinking that there must be something in this cage that makes it impervious to that scary looking device, or the dumb fox wrong and that device did nothing but make a scary sound. As he had almost finished his breath in, he both heard and felt a small tick. Now holding his breath as the fox went back to his cage to start removing it, he hoped to God or whatever deity would save him, that his cage would still be locked. 
As the fox grabbed the first part of his 2-part device, he easily removed it. As if just to add insult to injury he made sure to bring the cage part of the of the chastity cage gliding along his chest and has he got to Mikes neck came up and brought it over his face. Mike now felt completely helpless. The one glimmer of hope he had was now being removed, the device that just a little bit ago he was cursing at and couldn’t wait for its removal, he desperately wanted back. He felt he had lost all control, that he had no way out. He didn’t want to, but all of that hit him at the same moment, and it was too much. He started to cry.
The fox having finished removing the 2nd piece of the cage looked up expecting to see a horrified look on Mikes face, but saw that he was instead already broken. Letting out a giggle before saying “No need for that yet wolf, we have work to do. Who knows, you may even enjoy this part. You did just pay for ‘this same experience’ today, didn’t you?” Finishing with chuckle, the fox grabbed Mikes sheath and started to genteelly message it. Much to his dismay, Mike felt his cock starting to stir within. He tried to will it down, tried to think of anything that would make him not become erect. Anything that would keep his cock inside its protective sheath, but the fox was very good at his task and this was a loosing battel. 
Much to his surprise, the foxes’ strokes were very gentle. If not for the circumstances Mike would have been loving it. They were slow, and genteelly caressing all the right places. While he was also mortified of the situation, he could not deny how good his body felt. He was getting closer and closer to that point he had desired all day. While it was slow going, he could feel the need very, very quickly rising up inside him from the days earlier experience. As he started getting close, he for a moment thought that maybe the fox would show him some mercy. His strokes were not changing, he was getting just as much stimulation as before, this may not be so bad. But just as he was about to take a swan dive off that cliff and disappear into orgasm lake, the fox let go. “HMMMM??????” Mike whimpered whiled doing his best to push his hips toward anything that would finish that journey. 
The fox must have walked away from him while he was struggling, because he heard something get set down on the table he was strapped to. Mike again froze, and tried to figure out what was going on. “I have wanted to try this sense I first had the idea. This is the first one I made, I hope you enjoy it, I know I will.” Then the fox brought a sleeve attached to a hose over to his cock and slid it down, knowing full well that Mike was well away from being able to orgasm now. Mike however was very confused, this looked like an ordinary milker, what could be so interesting to this freak. Then Mike felt something very different from a standard milker, the fox was trying to insert something up his butt! Clamping down hard, fighting with all his might, and doing his best to plead with his crazy fox Mike fought to keep his untouched butt closed. “MHHH!”, MHHHHHHHHHHH”, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Mike tried to scream as his butt sealed around something locking it in. 
“You may have already guessed, but this is not a standard milker,” said the fox. “I designed this so that as you get to the edge of orgasm it will turn itself off. The best part is, you’re edging yourself.” The fox was chuckling lightly to himself. “Now, lets see how long we let it run for.” With that he pushed a button and the device sprang to life, sliding up and down his all to exposed shaft and slipping over his knot.
Mike felt incredible, while he was trapped and had no way out. He was trapped in a device that had been designed to give him pleasure. He figured that there was some other plan that the fox had, surely there was nothing that could detect his approaching orgasm and turn this thing off. As he started to get close, he was whimpering. He knew he needed this, the fox was no where to be seen, granted he couldn’t see much. He was so close; at any moment this machine was going to push him over the edge and there was nothing that anyone could do about it. Then it started happening, his body preparing for the release he needed hours ago. “HHHHMMMMMAAAA”, “MHH”. The machine stopped leaving Mike right on the edge, trying to shake his hips, thrust, ANYTHING to get that last little bit, but the stupid thing wouldn’t budge. He was left hanging impossibly close to that edge, this was so much worse than what he had experienced with his experience today, or what this blasted fox had done. He had gotten so much closer than any edge today, but then it got even worse. 
Just as his body started to real back as he was coming back from the edge the machine started back up. “Mhhhh” Mike moaned, that wasn’t that bad, just a quick tease now he was going to go over the edge. But right as he got there it stopped again. At that moment with the little brainpower that Mike had that wasn’t focused on his cock, which was becoming less and less by the moment, that this infernal machine wasn’t just edging him, but holding him on edge! He wouldn’t be allowed to back down, or go over. 
After a this went on for several hours and Mike had stopped struggling almost altogether, he heard the fox again. Granted not able to comprehend much of what he said, if any at all. “See, I thought that you might enjoy this little creation of mine.” He said with a chuckle. “Now I have no doubt that given enough time you’ll figure out a way to trick the sensors and allow your own orgasm. But… we only have a couple more hours left and I really want to see something special tonight.” With that the fox removed the butt plug. 
Mike having comprehended nothing more then someone had spoken and that plug was removed, and the next edge coming. Having been though this hundreds of times before he was just accepting his fate, his mussels had no fight left to try and force that machine to push him over the edge even if he still wanted to fight. But then something different happened, as he got to that edge the machine didn’t stop. This was it; he was cuming! “HHMMMMMMMMM” Mike moaned as he had the most explosive orgasm of his life. Every fiber in his being came alive, ever nerve ending glowing with pleasure. All of it leading back to his cock, it was the best feeling that he could have ever hoped for. In the moment it might have even made everything worth it all, but then in an instant it changed, that machine hadn’t stopped. It NEEDED to stop, now. His cock was more sensitive than it had ever been in his life, and that machine was still going. His mussels having long given up, found new strength and violently thrashed about trying to do anything, and everything to get his cock safe. 
Mike had gone from torment, to bliss, to torture in just a matter of moments. His full body was alight, every nerve ending he had burned with a new fire he didn’t even know existed, but all that mattered to him was the completely overwhelming feeling coming from his cock. It was so sensitive that he couldn’t even process anything else. He was screaming, and trashing anew even though his body had long ago given up. With this the fox looked on, very much enjoying his work, and still would for the next several hours. 
Mike finally felt the machine shut down, as it stopped the rest of his body checked in all at once. He was sore, everywhere. As he was just starting to let himself take stock of his condition, he heard something that stopped that check all together. “Now, our time together is coming to an end here. I feel it important to let you know though, you’re going to help me spread my message, and help make my point.” He paused “You wolves think because your so much larger that your smarter than the rest of us, that your stronger, that you have nothing to fear and can take whatever you want. Well, we are going to show everyone together, just how powerless you all are. That’s what we are going to tell everyone.” Mike very much didn’t like the sound of that, every victim had made the news. What could the fox have planned to send a stronger message? “You see, you and I will know the secret. That you are in fact, despite the looks, in no danger at all. But everyone else wont think so, and will be too afraid to help you. They will just have to stand there and watch as you thrash about, helpless. We are going to tell everyone that you wolves are no better, and just as vulnerable as the rest of us.” With that Mike felt something cover his nose, “Oh, and one more thing. Everyone will see everything; I’ll make sure of that”
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Detective Braxton was walking up to the seen, and 2 things that immediately made him fill with anger. No one had the decency to take this latest victim down, let alone stop what the fox had attached to him, and an almost empty bucket of USB drives. Almost yelling at the first officer he came across “Why has no one helped him down? I got the call about an hour ago, and no one has had the decency to help him!” The officer said nothing but just pointed him forward at this thrashing and helpless male. Then he saw it. Every point where they could cut him down had wires attached and running back through armored sleaving to a box of some kind. He also had cuffs around each wrist and ankle with similar wiring. Around the seen were pictures of the wolf tied up, they looked almost like the news photos that journalists took before they could be pushed back. Across this victim’s chest was written something different than the usual calling card. “My work is not a joke!” There was a distinct pause in Braxton’s motions and words as he took it all in. Taking a half step back, he asked the officer “Has the bomb squad been called?” The officer replied, “There about 10 minutes out.”
While they just stood there looking at Mike thrashing about as cock was publicly and mercilessly milked by the device attached to his spread-eagle frame, the officer looked over at the detective and said, “Makes you feel kind of powerless and helpless, doesn’t it.” Braxton’s response seemingly cold, “I think that’s the point” Just then the bomb squad’s truck rolls up, and they already have their robot set up to take x-rays of the devices. They quickly guide the robot over to the box where all the wires come from. As the tech starts getting the images, he is noticeably puzzled. Then out of no where he just drops the controls and runs over to this victim and pulls the milker off his cock, turning back to all the shocked officers and states, “All the wires are just knotted together so that they won’t fall out, there’s no electronics in there at all”
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The next day talking with his friends, Mike laying down on his couch said “You all were right, that was the worst thing I have ever been through. No one should ever have to go though something like that, ever, for any reason.” Just then one of his friends called out, that he was not only on the news, but it’s been posted online all the photos taken at the BDSM dungeon and video of his experience with the edger. Mikes only response that he could have was to ask his friends to not look at any of that, and to sink into the couch hoping to just disappear. He was 100% going to take advantage of the counseling offered by the city to the serial edgers victims and had a brand new fear of that stupid fox that could be any of them.