Eit was already nervous the second that sly fennec had left the room. He knew just how kinky he could get, yet he’d still taken that bet, the small metal cage around his sheath reminding him of that as it twitched. By instinct, a paw made its way down to his balls, squeezing them as a quiet huff escaped his mouth. He hadn’t even been told what was going to happen, just locked up, sat down in this room and left to ponder the lewd machinations of that fox, slowly driving himself crazy with need in the process.

It wasn’t for a while that Knedit returned, breaking the now panting sergal out of the lustful daze of groping his balls and ass. The fennec had stripped completely, wearing nothing but a cage that matched Eit’s own, and a ball-gagged muzzle from his collection. A large bag was slung across his back, that he set down between the two of them with a heavy clunk.

Eit had opened his mouth to question the contents of the bag, but his words quickly died into a quiet whimper as the fennec pulled it open, revealing his plan. Two giant knotted horsecock dildos, almost the height of his chest, each with a mess of cables running from the base to a box and a tangle of electrode pads.

Whilst he was busy gawking Knedit had tossed the bag to one side, and crawled up to him, a bundle of electrodes in hand. Eit quickly found the pads stuck to his nipples, chest, and most concerningly cage, too stunned to offer any resistance as the fennec gave his rump a parting grope and crawled back to attach his own set.

Eit’s attention was brought back a few seconds later by the sound of paper slapping against the floor between them, the note flanked by a pair of see through boxes containing a set of keys each. His eyes widened as his recognised one as the keys to his chastity, and he quickly snatched up the paper to read it,

‘Rules
-Take the knot first to win
-No removing electrodes
-No forcing open the box
-No breaking out of your cage
-No pulling off the dildo once its in
-No touching the dildo with your hands once its in
-No cumming

Winner: Uncaged
Loser: 6 Months Caged

Breaking a rule is an automatic loss, and incurs and extra 6 months plus a heavy shock.

P.S: I set the frequency and power of the shocks to increase the more you take, so I hope you enjoy wearing that cage for a looong time~
-Knedit’

He whimpered to himself at the last part, he knew that whilst he was better at taking larger insertions, the fennec across from him was a lot more accustomed to electrical play than he was, and taking that knot would be a long and tortuous process of zaps.

A muffled grunt brought his attention back up, to find that whilst he had been busy reading and worrying about winning, Knedit had already gotten started, the giant flare stretching the fennec’s hole wide.

Quickly standing up, he grabbed his cheeks, spreading them as wide as he could, slowly lowering himself down towards the tip. As it pressed up against his tight hole he felt the dildo twitch, squirting a large amount of lube directly against it, surprising him at first yet quickly becoming a welcome aid. A few seconds of squirming and grinding later, and the eight inch flare buried itself into his hole with an audible pop.

The sudden incredible fullness, combined with a light unexpected shock caused Eit to squeak and stumble for a second, the flare tugging hard on his hole and almost slipping free before he caught himself. Returning to upright he whimpered quietly, hole trying to clench around the massive dildo as he started slowly working the foot and a half of girthy shaft inside.

As he took inch after inch time started to blur into a foggy haze of lust, fullness and shocks, silently begging for any kind of break from the pleasure and pain, yet none coming. His caged cock and balls quickly started to ache from the constant pressure and pleasure on his prostate, the monster cock causing a visible bulge in his belly that slowly travelled up towards his chest with each minute and inch. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the progress of the fennec next to him, and steel himself to get it over as quickly as he could, before either he ran out of energy, or was beaten.

Over an hour later Eit found himself grinding up against the knot for what felt like the millionth time, body shaking and covered in sweat as he was reaching the limits of both his mental and physical endurance. The shocks this far down were enough to make his whole body shake and clench with the power, and were set on somewhat randomised intervals roughly three to ten seconds apart, keeping him unable to tell when the next shock would arrive.

In addition to his fur being matted and soaked from sweating, and some tears from when he’d gotten nearly an inch from the widest point of the knot but ultimately failed, his cage was also a mess of pre being leaked in a constant stream to the floor beneath him. One of his hands had made it back down his balls, and as much as he tried he could never bring himself to remove it, the stimulation from kneading and groping his heavy and full sack the only relief he could find in the constant waves of electrical overstimulation.

Out of the blue another hard shock set him quaking, other hand gripping the visible bulge of the dildo in his belly as he yelped loudly. Panting for breath he stole a glance at Knedit.

The fennec didn’t seem to be in a much better position than he did, his body and cage in a similarly sweat and pre soaked fashion as his as the fennec ground himself against the base of the knot. Whilst the shocks didn’t seem to be having as much of an affect, his head was still thrown back with drool leaking around the gag, the muffled moaning and groaning giving the impression that he still wasn’t used to such a large toy filling up his slim frame.

Eit whimpered quietly, steadying himself, and preparing for another take at the knot. The heavy shocks didn’t help, and neither did the rapidly building constant current once he started taking it, forcing his whole body to seize up and clench. Yet he knew had to take it, and soon. Knedit wouldn’t give him a bet like this unless he thought he could win, probably-hopefully, and the longer he took, the more likely he’d be overtaken and lose.

As he started to push down the current forced the start of a long, labored whine from him, shaking and clenching and begging for the chance to win this bet.