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Publicly Humiliated at the Pole

For alabastertortoise

By Draconicon

Dex wasn't sure what had pulled him into the superhero business. When one realized that they had superpowers, it was admittedly rather difficult to not use them, but the dark-furred fox was one of the lucky ones. His powers didn't trigger without him meaning to use them, so there was no chance of accidentally hurting someone. More to the point, they were just illusions, so he didn't have to worry about someone getting hurt even if they did go off by accident.

And yet, here he was, sitting on the edge of a shopping center and looking across the street at an independent toy store owned by one of the more sadistic villains in the city. Not that most people would have known that; Benny kept a low profile for his villainous activities, and he didn't let anyone see anything but the public face of a kindly coyote that just wanted people to have fun.

He wants people to have fun, alright. Fun with him.

Shaking his head, Dex leaned forward and dropped. His cape flapped behind him as he hit the ground, and he strode across the street at a quick walk. No cars this late at night, and the toy store was dark, all lights out.

Anyone else would have assumed that everyone had gone home for the night, but he had information that Benny was still hard at work tonight, crafting more 'toys' for the other side of his business. The side that dealt with heroes and random citizens that poked their noses too deep into his business. If he could just catch the coyote in the middle of the act, this could be over tonight.

Clasping his hand tighter around his staff, he dimmed the glow from the crescent moon at the tip. The last thing he saw in the glass was his own reflection, including the white glow off the crescent moon on his forehead, before the light faded and it went completely dark.

The door was unlocked, and he wedged it open before stepping inside. The empty aisles felt ominous, and the various toys on the shelves felt more like minions in miniature than anything else. The fox gripped his staff tighter, fighting the little fears that were already trying to creep up on him. Thoughts of the toys leaping off the shelves to restrain him, of the little costumes at the back thrusting themselves through the air to wrap around him and take control, and more bounced around in his skull, and it was nearly enough to send him fleeing from the building.

Yet, he couldn't. For all that Benny terrified him, Dex had too much empathy for those that had been taken by the coyote. He had to do something. If not him, then who?

Guess that's why I'm a hero...

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and pressed on. He walked by the cash registers at the front, making a quick-walk beeline towards the employee-only doors at the rear of the shop. If Benny was anywhere, he would be at the toy-making equipment in the back of his store, crafting new weapons and who knew what else?

The fox made it halfway there before a flicker of light told him he'd made a mistake. Dex stopped and looked down, seeing the pink light of a magic circle flaring beneath his boots.

He didn't even get the chance to mutter a few choice words before the magic flared and knocked him out.

He should have remembered that Benny was a wizard, he supposed, but there had been little reason to actually be concerned about it at the time. He'd thought that it was just going to be a magic fight at the end, with his illusions being the deciding factor. If he could make Benny believe that the illusions were more of a threat than he was, then the whole thing would have been easy. He hadn't thought the coyote would booby-trap his own store with magic circles, not when there was a chance that someone else would walk into them during the day.

Then again, it was what he got for dealing with a villain. They were never going to be as common-sense or nice as heroes.

The fox groaned, opening his eyes. He was trapped in a...he would guess it was a closet, an empty one, with the sound of dull office machinery whirring and thumping just outside. He started to reach for the door, only to freeze.

In his magical sleep, he'd been stripped. His arms were bare, and as he looked down, he realized so was everything else. His chest was exposed, as well as the lighter fur along his belly and torso, and he blushed as he saw his sheath half-open, the tip of his cock showing already despite having been asleep for so long. He bit his lips, covering it with one hand -

Tinkle-tinkle.

The sound of metal on leather left him chilled. He reached up with his other hand and found a collar around his neck, soft and supple, so smooth that he hadn't even noticed how it felt against his neck until that moment. A shiver ran down his spine.

Before he could even begin to puzzle out what had happened to him, a pink screen appeared in mid-air. It had to be one of Benny's spells, and he was proved right as soon as the coyote popped into view. Yellow-furred, long-eared, and wearing one of his traditional Hawaiian shirts, the smaller canine smiled.

"Ah, my friend, my friend. And here I thought you might sleep the day away."

"What did you do to me, you fiend?" Dex said, putting on more of a front than he usually would. "This is -"

"This is my personal punishment for trespassing on private property."

"You were doing illegal magic."

"One, you can't prove that. Two, you went in without any kind of warrant. Three, I have made triple-sure that I have the right to punish those that intrude on my property without that. It helps to have so many people in the public service so fond of one's...products."

The coyote giggled, the sound half-insane, and Dex shivered for real, feeling as if the collar was tightening slightly around his neck. He resisted the urge to reach up and grab it, knowing it would only amuse the coyote that much more, but it was a difficult thing.

Already, he was blushing at his own nudity, and the collar had to mean something. Benny's magic always worked on the idea of sympathy, almost like voodoo in its own way, but with the coyote's personal twist on things. It would not end well for him, and he groaned as his cock twitched behind his hand. Benny smiled.

"Now, now, what are you doing? You're a collared pet now. Do pets hide themselves from their masters?"

"You're not - you're a villain. You're not my master."

"Oh, but you are my pet." Benny chuckled. "That collar will make it so."

"What are you going to do with me? I -"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. Such a naughty fox, thinking that he could come after me like he was anywhere near my equal. Tsk, tsk. You really need to learn where you belong."

"..."

"Let me show you, hmm? Let me show you what happens when you overestimate yourself."

The screen shifted slightly as Benny moved out of the way, revealing a set of miniatures. There was even a copy-doll of Dex on the set, wearing the exact same pink collar that he was wearing now. The doll stood beside a bus-stop, where a pole stood and had a leash attached to it, one that was a perfect copy of a normal one. The fact that the doll was anatomically correct and as erect as it looked like it could get sent a strange, naughty shiver down his spine and right into his groin.

"Yes, yes. As you can see, you have a busy day ahead of you."

"You - this would expose you. You can't -"

"There's nothing in that collar that could be traced back to me. And besides, the moment you take it off, the spell's broken."

"W-what spell?"

"The spell that keeps you safe."

"I - what did you do to me? What is this?"

"The collar is a simple little thing. It'll keep you good and horny for the day ahead, but it also keeps anyone from being angry at you. It'll keep you safe from the cops, safe from the public. Oh, they can laugh, they can point, but they can't hurt you or use you without your permission."

"I...they..."

If his cheeks had been burning before, they were a bonfire now, red and flaming through his fur as he imagined what it would feel like to stand naked in front even a few people, let alone an entire crowd. He grasped the collar tightly. If he could just -

"Ah ah ah. Naughty boy. Hands off the collar."

And just like that, his hands went back to his sides. Both of them, for that matter, thrusting his hips forward slightly. Benny clapped his hands.

"Mmm, now that is just what I wanted to see. Such a splendid display of a fallen hero."

"Nnngh! I'm not -"

"Details. Falling or fallen, the end result is the same."

"I - I won't. I won't!"

"Tell me that after the day's over. Now. Let's get you to your post, shall we?" Benny said, taking the miniature leash and attaching it to the doll's collar.

"I - ah!"

Just like that, he could feel something pulling at his collar, yanking him forward against the doors. He stiff-armed them open and stumbled forward, still dragged on step by step with nothing to slow him down. He was in an office, alright, one that was humming with morning activity, and one where there were still janitors getting things cleaned, the first workers arriving, the managers going over the morning lists.

They all stopped what they were doing, whipping their heads around to stare at him.

"Oh...god..."

Dex could not bear to be stared at like this. The hero persona he'd managed to craft had been his way of dealing with shyness as much as giving him a way to help others, and being forced to be naked in front of so many people was just beyond humiliating. His face burned, and yet...

Yet, his cock continued to rise from his sheath, pushing up and up and up, sliding slowly out until he could feel the air conditioning of the building teasing and caressing it. With each forced step down the carpeted hallways, he could feel the eyes of some employee or other staring at him with shock, with amazement...

With lust.

He didn't miss the bulges in the crotches of some of the employees, nor did he miss the slight smell in the air that meant that someone was getting turned on and enjoying it more than they should. His tail tried to go down, but there was some sense of pressure at the base, something that pulled it up on its own.

"Nnnngh..."

He did not know how much worse this could get. He got his answer as soon as the elevator opened and the business executives inside turned to face him rather than each other.

"Oh, god..."

Dex went still, keeping his eyes straight ahead as his cheeks burned so hot that they threatened to fog up his vision. He wanted to look anywhere but at the strangers, but they were looking nowhere but at him. One of them, a wolf, smirked.

"If you're going to show off, why don't you touch yourself?"

Before he could stop himself, one hand went right to his cock and started doing just that. He stroked from tip to base, and then back again. It only took three strokes to get his knot to start forming, and he gasped sharply as he started humping against his hand. The execs laughed, shaking their heads and walking around him.

"Ha! Might have paid for that at a strip club. Thanks for the morning show, slut," the wolf said as he walked past.

Somehow, that seemed like a release. No sooner had the wolf said 'thank you' than he was able to stop stroking himself, something that Dex embraced with alacrity. However, there was no escape from the tugging around his neck, the collar dragging him forward into the elevator that the execs had just left.

The metal cube closed around him, and he whimpered as he groped at the collar, trying to find the catch that might get it off him. If he could just get free of it, then the protection that it offered wouldn't matter. He could cast an illusion, do something to get himself free of the situation before it got worse.

He was still trying to find the catch at the front or back when the elevator hit the ground floor and opened again. This time, it was to a crowd of nearly a hundred, and his eyes went wide as his mouth dropped open.

"Oh god...oh god...oh god..."

The phrase just kept repeating as his legs moved mechanically, walking him out through the crowd. Some of them turned with a smirk on their face, others with shock, and still others with amusement. A hippo pointed at him as he walked by.

"Nice ass, fox. Why don't you shake it for us?"

He blushed as he felt his hips do just that, throwing themselves into an exaggerated sway as he walked across the lobby. His entire body language shifted from a simple trot to a flamboyant sway, almost like he had absorbed every limp-wristed, cock-sucking, cock-teasing behavior that the stereotypical fox was supposed to have. His tail was high and he was half-sure that his cheeks were spreading with every step, as if he was driven to show off his hole every time that he took so much as a pace forward.

God, oh god no...

The only mercy now was the fact that he was naked and nobody would know who he actually was. While his fur patterns were quite distinct - particularly with the constellation marks along his chest and stomach, with white dots and lines linking them - he never let that show with his superhero costume. They wouldn't know that he was the same as the illusionist that wandered the streets at night, or at least, he desperately hoped that they wouldn't know that.

He half-wished that Benny was still there, still taunting him, if only because the coyote wouldn't be able to help humiliating him with details of what was going on. At least then, he'd have some idea of what was going on.

Dex walked out of the lobby to step into the morning light, the sun beaming down on him and warming his dark fur. He shivered anyway; there were so many more people on the sidewalk this morning, all of them turning to look at him. The shock and awe that he had seen in the lobby was multiplied ten-fold out in public, particularly as he walked down the stairs and felt the warmth of the concrete under his paws. He panted, his cock throbbing harder and harder, bobbing and slapping against his belly as his arousal grew despite himself.

It was the magic of the collar, he was sure of it. He was too shy to enjoy being in public like this. He wasn't a pervert. This was just making him act like one.

As he looked down the street, he saw the bus-stop that he had seen in the panel. It even had a leash hanging off it, one that swayed in the wind and called to his mind. The collar felt tighter than ever around his neck as he walked toward it, his hand outstretched, his cock dripping down to the pavement.

The crowd parted as if they knew what he was going to do, as if they were as much under control as he was. Benny's reach had grown long indeed if he had been able to set up something like this. There was no way that this would go unseen.

But that was the point, wasn't it? He was being punished, humiliated by all the eyes on him, and he bit his lips as he felt the metal at the end of the leash touch his fingers. He couldn't summon any resistance as he stepped closer, dragging the clip to his collar before -

Click.

He bit his lip to keep the shocked gasp from getting free, but he still whimpered as he felt another shock of pleasure running down his spine. Why did this feel so good? He didn't want - this wasn't him. This wasn't how he was supposed to be. He was a good fox, a good man, and he didn't go around showing off for everyone.

He turned to face the crowd, and they smirked at him. Some reached out and tried to touch him, but true to the coyote's words, they couldn't actually feel him up. They couldn't even get their hands closer than a half-inch away before they ran into some sort of barrier that rebuffed them.

It didn't stop them, though. One of the crowd - a raven - leaned back with a grin on his beak and a twinkle in his eyes.

"How about you start dancing for us, huh? Put on a show."

"Wha - you - please, please no..."

"Why not? You're already naked, and you got a pole right there."

A pole? He didn't know how to pole dance. Not every fox was a slut, and he -

But he was already moving, and his leg was kicked up, his toes in the air as he balanced on one foot. His cock throbbed all the harder as it slapped up against his stomach, his knot so sensitive to the morning breeze. He swore that he was going to make a puddling mess of pre-cum at this rate as he stomped and danced around the pole with high kicks and slow sways of his hips, making sure that everyone got to see his ass.

His tail high, almost resting over his shoulder, he gripped the pole with both hands and thrust his hips back. He felt the morning air on his hole that time, and he bit off a whimper-moan as he realized how good it felt.

Not me...not me...he's making me...horny...

But there was no denying that he was horned up, and in a huge way. His cock was so tense and tight that he swore that he would go mad before the morning was over if he didn't get off at least once. He thrust his hips against the smooth metal of the bus-stop pole, whimpering at the cool steel against his cock and the way that it made him all the harder, all the hotter for it.

"Oh, yeah, shake it, baby."

"Show us that ass, fox."

"Knew that foxes were slutty, but this is something else."

"Come on, grind on that pole."

He ground on it, alright. He gripped it tight overhead and thrust against it, frotting with the pole as if it was someone else's cock. Dex's eyes closed tight, trying to shut out the crowd, but their cat-calls kept coming through. Anytime that it sounded anything like a command, his body was forced to go along with it, obeying them and showing off, showing off and obeying, and he was forced to enjoy it.

Thrust, thrust, thrust went his hips, bucking against the pole and then thrusting his hips back, almost leaning ninety-degrees forward to show off as he did. The crowd cheered.

"Yeah, that's it, fox-boy. Show it off."

"That's one hell of an ass. I bet it'd be so tight."

"And that cock? Look how much he's enjoying himself."

"Exhibitionist little bitch."

"Heh, at least he's got the guts to show off. Turn around, kid. Show us everything."

Dex couldn't stop himself. His cock throbbed and his knot felt bigger and harder than ever as he flashed his body to them. The pole slid between his ass cheeks, making it all the harder to think of anything but the raw need pulsing through him at that moment. God, it would feel so good to give himself something more, but -

They can't touch you unless you let them. They can't touch you unless you let them.

He kept reminding himself of that, trying to keep some sense of dignity, some shred of his normal self. No matter how horny he got, he didn't want to think about what it would mean if they actually started fucking him in public. Benny would get off on that, and he might, too, but he'd never be able to see himself the same way again.

"Come on. Show off. Touch yourself."

He didn't have a choice. His hands went down as he ground his ass against the pole, and he gripped his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.

It was going to be a very long day.

Several hours passed, and the crowd grew and shrank by turns. Despite the debauched show, there was this unreal casualness about it. Nobody called the cops on him, and nobody stayed overlong. They all had things to do and places to go, and no matter how sexy the fox on display was, they seemed unable or unwilling to deviate from their personal schedules too much for his sake.

That didn't mean that they weren't more than willing to play with him while they were there, though. Over the last few hours, he had posed naked for more than three dozen tourists, been made to show off his ass for public, up-close pictures, and had gone so far as to thrust his hips up against someone's ass, all while they laughed at how 'pitiful' fox dick was in comparison to other shafts.

He had been publicly humiliated so hard and so often that he should have been a weeping mess, but instead, he was just panting harder. The collar made him enjoy it all, and there was no stopping.

Even now, while everyone else seemed to be on lunch break and the sidewalks were empty of anyone to tell him what to do, he throbbed. He panted, whimpered, biting his lips as he could feel every pulse through his cock, throbbing harder and harder. Pre-cum soaked his fur, and his body felt tense and tight in a way that it had seldom done before. Even on the days that he had taken to himself, days where he had spent hours edging for the hell of it, he had never, ever felt like this before.

"Please...please...mercy," he whispered, whimpering to himself as he clutched at his collar. "Please...just let me..."

"Not a chance," Benny's voice whispered in his ear. "You're not getting off today. Perhaps not ever. This is punishment, remember?"

"Nnngh..."

"You know that you deserve this. Breaking into my store and trying to arrest me? Tsk tsk."

"Please...it's too much. I can't take it."

"Oh, yes you can. You will, too."

"Mmmph."

"Oh, look at that."

He turned, and his heart sank. Pulling up to the bus-stop was a cop car, and inside were two pit bulls. They stepped out, looked him in the eye, and he could see himself reflected in the black sunglasses they wore.

Dex felt pathetic and turned on all at once, his heart racing in his chest as he saw just how hard he was and how wet he'd become. He was a sweaty mess as well as a sexy one, and he blushed worse as they walked up to him. The determination not to be touched almost broke then, particularly as they looked him over like a piece of meat. If they could touch him, they could cuff him, and -

And that was almost overwhelming, thinking of them having his hands cuffed together at the small of his back, one of them rutting him, the other holding him down and showing him how good it would be to just give in. So hard, so horny.

No...I'm a hero...I can't...I can't...

"What do we have here, huh?" one of the cops asked.

"Some sort of abandoned pet, looks like."

"Heh, he's not fixed, but that's not a bad thing. Looks like he's just horny for some bitch to come along."

"Or some stud."

"Yeah, probably. He's got that sort of look to him; I bet he doesn't do much mounting."

"Nnngh," Dex moaned, curling his toes tightly. "Please...you can't...just...just help me, please."

"Heh, doesn't look like you need help. Looks like you've been a slutty little fox, just helping yourself to the eyes of everyone around you. You've been showing off for, what, three hours now?"

Had it been that long already? Had he -

"Look. You're collared, so obviously someone owns you, but a pet can't be doing this kind of thing. Not forever. You had a bathroom break yet?"

Bathroom break. He hadn't even thought of that, but the moment that the cop said those words, he was painfully aware of how full his bladder was. His eyes widened and he hunched in, his knees pressing together as his thighs all but cramped from how hard they pressed in tight.

"Heh, look at that. Little guy's gotta piss."

"It's bad for pets to hold it. Probably needs to get somewhere a little more appropriate."

"Nnngh...please, just...just let me go inside. Just for a minute, at least," Dex begged.

"Inside? Nah, pets don't piss inside. Look, there's a hydrant right down the street."

"Wha - oh no, please, god, no."

"Come on, boy."

As one of the cops pulled the leash free of the pole, he half-expected Benny to jump in and stop someone else from taking his 'property.' It would have been the only time that he would have felt thankful for the whole idea of someone else taking over; it would have protected him from being humiliated even further.

But either even Benny's powers had limits, or the coyote found it amusing to see him being made to do this, because the cop was allowed. The leash came free, and he was pushed to go on all fours. The feeling of his own cock throbbing against his stomach in that moment, tucked down and away, felt all the more humiliating as the pit bull tugged on the leash and pulled him along.

"Come on, boy, let's let you do your business over here, off to the side."

"Mmmph..."

"Come on, don't be shy. Pets do this all the time."

Pets, not people. But he was rapidly getting the idea that he wasn't really seen as people. Even before this whole thing had reached this point, he had been seen as something less by everyone demanding that he put on a show. The collar made him obey, but it made them give in to the different instincts that they had for him. No more secrecy. Fox on the bottom. Fox as a slut.

The cops pulled him up to the hydrant, and he could feel his bladder spasming like mad. He clenched his legs together, trying to lower his tail, but that invisible hand kept it high, exposing his ass and balls from behind. He whimpered, trying to keep himself under control, but the cops were having none of it.

"Come on, do your business. Lift a leg and piss."

Dex felt the command running down his leg, and it was already slowly hiking, his knee leaving the pavement and his toes curling tight. He looked down to see his cock being put on display again, its sheer hardness keeping him from hiding it. As his leg finally reached the highest point it could, his cock twitched, his bladder trying to release but his erection so stiff that it just didn't want to come.

It stung, it burned, and then, finally, it released.

"Ahhhh!"

The rush of heat down the core of his cock was so different to the release of a good orgasm, but so much naughtier. He clenched his eyes shut as he tried to ignore what he was doing. It was dirty and embarrassing enough to just stand and pee in an alley when he was on a patrol and didn't want to risk going inside to use a bathroom. This was so much worse. Everyone was watching. Hell, he could hear the clicks of one of the cops using their phone to take pictures of this.

Somehow, that made him harder, still. The collar, the collar and its curse, was making him into a show-off slut.

"That's it. Let it all out. Every last drop."

He would have screamed if he could. As it was, all he could do was whimper, and he knew that it was turning ever-more into a horny fox sound rather than a proper whine.

Hours later, just as quitting-time hit for the businesses all around him, Dex felt a shift in the collar. It was like he was no longer bound to a leash, and as he leaned away from the pole, he realized that he could actually reach up to the leash against it.

As soon as he could, he unclipped it and ran. It didn't matter that his cock throbbed and pulsed and made him look like a pervert. It didn't matter that he was all but squirting pre-cum everywhere around him. All that mattered was that he was free and he could run away, and he did.

As soon as he was out of sight, he cast an illusion around himself. It wasn't subtle, it wasn't anything clean and clear, but just an illusion of not being there, of invisibility. He ran, and ran, and ran, leaving splatters of pre-cum on the sidewalk as he did, though it only became visible after he left the area.

He ran until he reached his apartment, and continued to run until he reached his bedroom, throwing himself into bed.

"Finally...finally..."

He wanted to take off the collar.

He wanted to forget this whole thing had happened.

But most of all, he wanted to cum. His cock actually hurt from how long it had been fully hard and teased without a break. His knot had never been inflated for this long, and the base of his cock felt sore, desperate for the release that a simple climax would bring. Dex groaned, reaching down and squeezing it...

And yet, his release didn't come.

"Nnngh...come on...come on..."

He groped himself. He squeezed his knot and stroked his cock. He spat on his palm and rubbed the head of his shaft, desperately trying every trick in the book that had formerly made him cum in record time, just wanting to take the goddamn edge off of his arousal so that he could rest and relax and forget.

But no matter what he tried, it just didn't work. He wanted to scream in frustration, even as he couldn't bring himself to pull his hands away from his cock. Something had to work. Something had to -

"A little frustrated, are you?"

Benny. Dex whipped his head to his right, seeing the screen again. The coyote must have gone home, because he was in bed, too, probably busy doing something just out of sight. The wizard chuckled.

"Look at you. So desperate, so needy."

"Nnngh...please...just let me -"

"Ah ah. What did I tell you?"

"...This is...a punishment."

"That's right. And that means that this ends when I think that you've learned your lesson. And the lesson here...is that you belong to me, now. No more free hero, just a happy little fox in my pretty pink collar."

"N-never..."

"Mmm, never is a very long time. I wonder how much longer you can hold out. I can do so much with that collar, little fox. I'm just getting warmed up."

The screen disappeared, and with it, the coyote. Dex groaned, forcing his hands to his sides, but it was one of the hardest things that he had ever done. A quiet whimper pushed up his throat, and he barely managed to roll onto his side.

Never...never...

But it was so hard. Everything was so hard, so sensitive, so needy. How long could he hold out, really, when the coyote was pushing him this hard?

How long would he stay a hero?

The End

Summary: A hero is caught by a wizard's trap, and ends up getting tormented with public humiliation.

Tags: M/solo, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Forced Nudity, Magic Collar, Collar, Supers, Masturbation, Edging, Chastity, No Orgasm, Strutting, Dancing, Frotting, Grinding, Coyote, Pit Bull, Watersports, Leash and Collar, Corruption, Needy,