Switch: When Foxes Scheme
Written by Xijque

   I realized something today: my boyfriend and I have been together for
over a year.  With the exception of those damned government application
papers, we're mates – amongst some other stuff, we live, eat, and sleep
together.  In my books, that's more than good enough.

   That brought me to a second realization: we have sex a lot; since we
met, however, I had always been the bottom.  This was just how it'd been,
since our very first time.  Neither of us  questioned it.  I got on all
fours and he fucked me.

   I questioned that today, though, and had been for a few weeks.  I'm a
guy, and most guys want to stick their dicks into someone.  I smiled to
myself; I would be getting my turn, whether he wanted it to be or not.

   A few months after we met, my wolf told me he wanted to try bondage. 
I was a little skeptical, at first, about being tied up.  Since then,
though, we've collected quite a lot of bondage gear.  I was sure I could
find something to keep him from protesting too much.  Some rope, a
spreader bar or two, possibly a gag... thinking about the possibilities
was already making me hard.

   The more I thought about it, too, the more I knew I had to do it. 
Getting the supplies was easy; we kept them in the corner of our closet. 
Once I was actually looking down at them, however, the full realization of
what I was going to do sunk in.  I was going to take advantage of –
possibly even rape – my boyfriend.  My cock twitched in its sheath; I
couldn't wait.

   Since I wanted to try to plan what I was going to do, I pulled all the
equipment out into the open.  I knew this would never work if he could
fight back.  The only clear solution to this was to tie him up. 
Unfortunately, there was no way I could get rope around his paws without
him realizing and stopping me.

   My eye caught the glint of a pair of metal handcuffs.  We'd only ever
used the things once; they hurt my wrists so badly that the bruises were
practically visible through my fur.  We hadn't touched them since then. 
Unfortunately, they would be the best way to quickly lock his paws
together.  That was their intended purpose, right?  I threw them behind
me onto the bed.  Once he couldn't move his paws, I figured I could just
replace the cuffs with rope.

   After his hands were out of the way, his feet would be the next issue.
 I couldn't just tie them together, since I intended on using a spreader
bar.  There was a chance that I could get one on him if I sat on the
backs of his thighs.  Ultimately, that was something I'd have to deal
with later.  There was the chance that he'd let me do what I want to him.
 In that case, I could his slide one on without any issue.  The bar, along
with a few lengths of rope, joined the cuffs on the bed.

   Since that was unlikely, though, I threw two more things onto the bed:
a small taser and a paddle, which was really meant for ping-pong.  That
tiny, pronged box always got me to submit, so it'd probably work on a
certain wolf, too.  I was sure a quick jolt of electricity to the balls
would have him whimpering to no time.  As for the paddle, well, that was
one of his favorite toys.  I just wanted him to show him how it feels.

   The sound of the front door opening interrupted my scheming.  I
glanced at the alarm clock on my night table.  My wolf was home an hour
early, it appeared.  I stood up and peered around the doorway.  Yeah,
that was him alright.  The large, muscular wolf always had been hard to
miss.

   This was probably the hardest part of my little plan.  I could easily
catch him off guard while he was wondering around, but then I'd need to
have my fun wherever he happened to be at the time.  It'd be much better
to let him come to me.  I've always enjoyed having sex in the bedroom
more than anywhere else, so maybe he'd be more comfortable in there, too.

   From what I could tell, everything was as ready as I could get it.  I
snatched the cuffs off the bed, took a deep breath, and poked my head
around the corner again.  “Hey, Wesley!”  Yes, his name is Wesley.  I
realize that it's not very masculine, but I don't suggest making fun of
him for it.  I did, once, and he showed me much of a male he is.  Neither
of us slept that night, and I couldn't walk or talk right for a week. 
“Could you come here for a minute?  I need your help with something.” 
That wasn't a complete lie; he'd be helping me get my rocks off.  That
counts, right?

   A moment later, he mumbled some sort of a response.  Since I heard him
walking toward me, though, I didn't bother asking him what he said.  The
few seconds it must have taken for him walk over to the bedroom felt like
like much more.  I could barely hear his him over the thumping of my heart
in my ears.

   Suddenly, he was strolling past me into the room.  Almost immediately,
he spotted the toys strewn around the room.  He turned toward me and put
his paws on his hips, laughing.  “Wow, foxy, I wonder what you could
possibly need help with.  Having trouble fucking yourself?”

   It was almost too perfect.  Before I could second guess myself, I
grabbed one of his paws while flicking a cuff over the other.  He was
completely unprepared for this.  Before he could even utter a single
word, the other paw was pulled in front of him and cuffed to the other
one.  Anything he would have said after that was cut off when I clamped
my paws tightly around his muzzle.  “Yeah, something like that.  For some
reason, though, I don't think I'll be getting fucked today.”

   Even now, surprise was still on my side.  It would take him another
few seconds to fully realize what just happened.  That was all the time I
needed to give him a quick shove.  That, combined with my foot behind his
foot, caused him stumble backwards and fall right onto the bed.    He let
out a soft “Oof” before starting to sit back up.  “What the hell?”

   I didn't want to hear anything like that from him, especially now. 
Before he could move too much, I lept on top of his chest, pinning him
down.  I batted his muzzle playfully.  “Oh, hush.  You don't need to
worry about that, okay?”

   He growled at me.  Normally, something like that would have my
whimpering with my tail between my legs.  Obviously, today was different.
 I put my hand on his neck and applied just a small amount of pressure. 
Almost immediately, he stopped struggling.  I'm sure his vision was
getting a little clouded, too.  “Your ears must be broken.  I thought I
told you to be quiet.”

   Just before he was going to pass out, I removed the pressure on his
neck.  It only took him a few seconds to start struggling again.  This
time, I growled.  “Sit still.” Surprisingly, he did; maybe he realized
how serious I was.

   I understand that treating the wolf I love like this isn't exactly a
good practice.  However, he'd never hesitated to be rough with me.  We
both have limits, of course, but a little rough housing makes the
experience more real, in my opinion.  I'm sure that he'll make me sorry
for having done to this to him, but worries like that meant nothing in
the heat of the moment.

   This was what I was worried about before.  Right now, he'd listen to
me.  But as soon as I move off him to tie up his legs, I'm sure that
would change.  I bent down and kissed his nose.  “If I move, will you be
a good boy and sit still?”

   He licked my chin and nodded.  Although doing something cute and sweet
like that wasn't out of his character, I knew that it was meant to make me
drop my guard.  There was no way he'd just submit, not that easily.

   I could only think of one way to keep him under my control: the taser
sitting on the bed next to me.  That, however, would create a new
problem.  The second the electricity touches him, he'd start to scream. 
I grabbed one of the smaller lengths of rope sitting on the bed and tied
it around his muzzle.  He didn't try to turn away or prevent me from
keeping him quiet in any way; maybe he would play along, after all.

   That hope was short-lived.  As soon as my weight wasn't on his chest,
he rolled over and tried to pin me to the bed.  He forgot, it seemed,
that his paws were cuffed together.  Once he stopped trying to get free
them, he turned his head and looked up at me.  I just glared back down at
him.

   “I thought you were going to be good.”  He flattened his ears against
his head and nuzzled against my chest.  I'm not sure if that was an
apology or just the realization that he was going to be mine for the
night.  “It's too late to be cute, hun.”  I sat up and pushed him off me.
 Before getting off the bed, I grabbed the taser and ran its metal prongs
down his back.  It wouldn't work through his shirt, but I wanted him to
know that I had it.  “Get up on the bed.  Lay on your stomach.”

   I gave him a few seconds to respond.  After he showed no outward signs
 of compliance,   I sighed.  Clearly, he wasn't getting something, here. 
I turned a dial on the taser so that it was pointing at a lewd picture of
a scrotum.  This, we had learned, lowers the voltage.  His eyes went wide;
he must have recognized what the clicking sound of the moving dial meant.

   It was too late, though.  By the time he started to squirm, I had
already slipped in my paws under the elastic of his shorts and pushed the
small, metal nubs on the box against his balls.  A second later, he was
screaming and trying to get himself away from the pain.  I knew from
experience that this was quite an intense feeling.

   I only held the button in for a few seconds, but I'm sure it felt like
hours for the wolf.  I didn't really care, though.  I made my point, and
I'm sure he knew how serious I was.  “Are you going to listen now?”

   He nodded again, more furiously this time.  There were dark, wet lines
in the fur under his eyes.  I'm not sure if this was because he was
actually crying, or if his eyes were tearing from the pain.

   I tilted my head to the side.  “Oh?  Then why aren't you on the bed
yet?  A good wolf wouldn't make me wait.”

   He rolled himself up on to the bed, whimpering through his muzzled
snout.  I could see why he liked to see me like this so much.  Completely
controlling someone is definitely a rush; in the process, I had become
completely erect inside my jeans.  I hadn't even realized.  I pulled the
confining fabric off my body and threw it in the corner of the room as my
cock sprang out of my sheath.  My shirt and boxers quickly disappeared,
too.

   This brought up something I hadn't even considered before: my wolf was
still dressed.  Getting his pants off would be simple.  The shirt,
however, would be bit of a challenge.  I walked back over to the bed and
gabbed the top of his shorts.  As I pulled them down, I intentionally let
my paw rub over his tailhole and sore balls.  Until I was done with him,
these were mine and I intended on using them to their fullest potential. 
I smiled when he lifted his legs for me, allowing me to remove the shorts.
 It seemed he had a high learning curve.

   With his cooperation, getting his shirt over his head and to the
bottom of his arms was a simple task, too.  Once there, I told him to
roll over and grabbed another piece of rope. I then tied his arms
together just above his elbows.  This allowed me to safely remove the
cuffs and his shirt without actually freeing him.  As soon as they were
gone, I tied another rope around his wrists and rolled him back onto his
back.

   Seeing him naked and helpless like this made it hard to keep myself
from just taking him.  I wanted him to feel the full effect of being
tired up, though.  I pulled the spreader bar out from under his stomach
and put it by his ankles.  The design of the thing should make getting it
on fairly easy; each end had a metal loop, which was made of two pieces. 
They were hinged on one end and had overlapping holes on the other, for a
lock.

   Getting the first half locked on this ankle wasn't even close to hard.
 When I went to move his other ankle over to the other end of the bar,
however, he started to struggle again.  In a fair fight, I'd never be
able to overpower my wolf.  Luckily for me, though, this wasn't a fair
fight.  I grabbed the taser off the bed and turned it to it's maximum
setting; I wasn't feeling very patient anymore.  As soon as I clicked the
button, small blue sparks started to bridge the gap between the metal
points.  I wrinkled my nose at the smell of ozone in the air.  After
another second, I was running the device down my mate's leg.  This was
probably the one of the worst uses of a taser; doing this made it feel
like you're being cut.  While he was distracted, I forcibly moved his leg
and clicked the shackle closed over his ankle.

   There was only one last step to using the spreader bar.  In the center
of the pole, there was a small circle welded onto it.  Using this, I could
easily tie his paws to the bar and force his ass into the air.  I used
last small piece of rope on the bed  to accomplish this task.  Leaving
the rope already on his wrists in place, I threaded the new one though
the ring and wrapped it around his wrists.  It didn't take much effort to
pull them together.

   The wolf struggled, of course.  By doing so, he realized the same
thing I did, the first time I was locked in the spreader bar.  Having
your feet forced four feet apart made it surprisingly difficult to move. 
Once his paws were able to touch the bar, I wrapped the rope around the
pole and his wrists before tying everything together.  He wasn't going to
be getting free any time soon.

   I grinned at him.  “Okay, wolfie, I think we're ready to have some
fun.”

   He looked over at me before vigorously trying to pull his arms and
legs free.  After a few seconds, he whined and closed his eyes, defeated.