What if we wake ππππππππ fox dad with head and breakfast but at the last minute we don't let him cum and we eat the breakfast and step on his dick mocking him (dw he gets his own breakfast afterwards we aren't that cruel...)
2.We go on a trip for a week and leave him in a cock cage and leave the laundry (mainly the panties) out and he cant do a thing because of the cage π
Anon, be still my beating heart, my metaphorical dick can only get so hard!
But one thing at a time, I'll definitely file the cage idea away for later.
He'd been so well behaved the last few weeks, you really couldn't see why you shouldn't reward him, planning the best day for your little treat, making sure he was on a late start as you made some breakfast for the two of you, something nice and sweet, some oats and berries. Once the two bowls are ready, you sneak towards his room, for such a desperate man, his room is rather tidy.
Shrugging, you place a bowl by his bed, putting the other on the open space you find on his desk, smiling as an idea forms in your mind.
You know that he is blessedly a deep sleeper, the ringing of all his alarms attesting to how hard he is to wake, so it's easy to slip a hand under his duvet and confirm what you suspected. He sleeps naked, after all, laughing to yourself, you take it slow and manage to get the covers off him while not starting to wake him, slipping onto the bed with him, and making good use of the morning wood he would have wasted trying to watch you in the shower.
When he finally begins to come around, it's due to the swelling of his knot, whining and rubbing at his eyes as he looks down panting, as his mind catches up with his body. It feels like he's still dreaming as he looks down, watching as you flick your wrist and bob your head; he had to be for you to have woken him like this.
His ears flatten against his head, and his hips buck on instinct, only being stopped as you move one of your hands to hold his hips down as the other tightens around his knot. It's too much and not enough in the same breath, whining and whimpering for you as he feels like he's going to cum, hands scrabbling and scratching claw marks into his mattress as he calls your name.
The world is tilting as you pull away, the sweet edge of release slipping away just as quickly as he had approached it, scrambling across the bed as you get up. Hands scrambling to stop you, to pull you back in as you dance out of reach and watch him tumble to the floor.
Kneeling next to his bed as he watches you pick up the bowl on his nightstand, popping a spoonful of the breakfast into your mouth, the very lips he had blessedly had wrapped around him not moments before, pursed around a spoon that made envy simmer in his gut. Whining as he grabs your pyjama pants leg and tugs slightly, jerking suddenly as you place your foot along the length of his cock, pushing down just enough to make him half hump the floor as you laugh at him.
Each spoonful of your food taunts him with the sight of the berries staining your lips, honey smeared across the spoon licked away, and the smug tone of your voice as you call him pathetic, laughing at him as you can feel the pulse and throb of his cock under your foot, but everytime he trys to hump or move his hips you stop him with firm pressure, stepping just enough to make him freeze in place.
It's the sound of smug surprise that fills the air when he cums, you'd just put your foot down again, and he whined, loud, desperate, and followed by heavy panting and the wet dribbling sound of his cum hitting the floor.
The grip of his hands around your ankle keeps him grounded as he comes down from his high, ears flicking almost in time with his tail as he looks up at you, face flushed and eyes wide as he asks what he did to get treated like this. You shrug and tell him he'd been good this week, so you thought ot treating him and bring him breakfast in bed, gesturing to the bowl on his desk.
When you pull your foot back, avoiding getting any more of his cum on you by wiping the sole of your foot along his bed sheets, he is half hard again, looking up at you with a dazed smile. He's halfway to drooling as you leave the room, calling out for him to bring the bowl to the kitchen when he's done.
