Caught in a Snare
Jake and his phone were having a duel to the death.
It rang and rang. He stared and stared. It rang and rang. The way he figured it, the battery would die before he would. The phone and fox were both, now, two minutes closer to death and neither showed signs of relenting. It had been too long of a day. Phones never brought good news. The Publisher's Clearing House came to your door. They didn't call you. Bill collectors called you. Politicians called you. Parents-in-Law called you. Phones should choke to death, Jake thought. His determined eyes shone like fierce torches with hatred, but not even the fox's death stare would make the phone stop ringing.
He gave in. He answered.
"HELP HELP WHY WEREN'T YOU ANSWERING"
"Whatever you're selling, I don't want it."
"JAKE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING IT'S RORY, YOUR HUSBAND"
"Oh. Whatever you're buying, we don't need it." Jake giggled to himself and played with a rubber band, stretching it out in his fingers.
"I'M TRAPPED"
"What?"
"TRAPPED"
"Where?"
"OUTSIDE"
Jake looked out the window.
"I don't see you."
"NO-"
Jake heard the bunny try to suppress a laugh. Rory was trying to keep his composure to show Jake that this was a serious situation, but his decidedly foxy sense of humor was infinitely lovable. Rory relaxed a little.
"No, I'm in a snare in the woods, it got me by my feet I can't get out of it, I need you to come get me," a clip of anxiety was still evident in his voice as he begged.
"Chew your legs off." He snapped the rubber band, lashing it against his thumb. He winced and sucked on it.
"Jake! Be serious! I just need you to come out here and cut the rope for me. Please?"
"Ohhh, I'll be right out for you, funny bunny boy."
Rory giggled nervously. He could never help but giggle when Jake called him that. Even scared to death and waiting for someone to come and club him, just the little sweet things like that comforted him.
"Thank you. I'll turn my phone's GPS on so you can find me. Hurry up, I don't know when anyone will be coming back to check the trap..."
"Alright hon, I'll be right out. Love you."
"Love you too."
He hung up, stood up, and walked up to the calender hanging on the kitchen wall. September. It was the puppy calender Jake had bought Rory for Christmas, not giving it to his hubby until he had gone though and drawn eyepatches, band-aids, black eyes, and fangs on all the adorable little puppies. Rory had loved it. Sunday. County ordinance barred anybody from checking their traps on Sundays, so Rory had nothing to worry about. Jake reached for the door then stopped for a moment. He rubbed his chin, thought deeply for a few seconds, then grabbed a bag off the top of the refrigerator and was out the door only a few minutes later.
Jake's icon crawled pixels closer to Rory's on the GPS screen. Jake had the bag in tow, along with a knife and some carrot candy to comfort his bunny hubby. Leaves rustled, twigs snapped, wind blew, and in general nature continued to make everybody aware of its presence. Jake stood in silent wonderment of the great outdoors. The fresh air filling his lungs and warming his spirit, the shadows of the trees cooling the earth on a hot day, the light scent of maple that permeated the- "JAKE JAKE JAKE I'M OVER HERE"
...air. Jake cringed, rubbed his ears and looked to his left to find Rory sitting patiently at a tree. His legs were bound at the ankles by a snare on the ground. The rope granted the bunny a few feet of freedom, but certainly not enough to walk to a store, buy a knife, and cut himself free. The fox waved to his bunny and ran over to him, playfully jumping over logs, skipping, and lording his ability to move over the ensnared bunny.
"Here, I brought some carrot candy for my funny bunny boy." He handed the sweets over to the giggling bunny who chewed hungrily.
"These are gonna give me a big butt." A tenor of nervousness still soaked his voice, though he tried to keep his composure for the fox.
"That's the point," he said with a wink, giving the bunny's rump a playful slap. The frightened bunny was wearing his basketball training pants. The two had gotten matching pairs a few years back and wore them regularly to the YMCA where they pretended to be able to play basketball. Each leg buttoned along its side so that you could pull them off your body easily without having to remove your shoes. Pants like these are really convenient for basketball players, though the fox had only bought them because he liked the sound of all the buttons snapping apart when they were torn off.
"Now could you cut me free please? What if someone comes?"
"If someone comes, I only need to be faster than you, and is it stands now I think I'm capable of that."
"Oh, it's not funny Jake, really, I want to go. You know how nervous I get." Rory stood up, hobbling a little on his feet.
"What's the rush?" Jake asked as he stabilized the bunny by grabbing his delicate hips in a loving embrace. He pressed his body against the bunny's and rubbed his long snout against the bunny's shorter one, then gave him a loving peck on the cheek. "It's a beautiful day out. Isn't that why you went jogging in the first place? Oh, yes, I remember exactly what you told me, 'It's such a beautiful day out and you won't come jogging with me we never jog together that's why you're chubby and I'm not you only drag me to the YMCA so we can play basketball for ten minutes then hop in the showers,' even though you KNOW the showers are your favorite part!"
The bunny laughed nervously again. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for any possible danger. A noise made him turn and gasp, but it was only Jake sitting back against the tree the rope was tied to. He motioned for Rory to join him, and carefully Rory got to his knees and sat back against the fox's chest and soft belly. Arms wrapped around him and rubbed his skinny tummy. He scritched the tan fur under the tight shirt. The fox picked some dirt and twigs embedded in the bunny's fur by the fall after being snagged. Rory's head rested against Jake's chest and his upright ears flicked about, searching for sounds of anybody coming. One brushed against Jake's nose, and Jake nipped back at it. Rory shivered as if a blast of cold air had hit him, and Jake nibbled again, this time at the tip. The bunny shivered and moaned in a sort of exasperated way, taking his mind momentarily off what he thought to be imminent death.
"Relax honey bunny, Jake's not gonna let any mean old hunters take you away." He kissed the top of Rory's head, then smooched the base of the ear, then slowly worked up the sensitive pink lining, kissing every inch until he reached the tip. He nipped at it, then mirrored these actions on the other ear. Rory's body trembled in the fox's embrace, his long ears flicking with each touch. What's more, the fox's whiskers dragged so lightly across the sensitive skin. Rory's little nose twitched incessantly and his bottom jaw quivered. Jake licked tenderly at the pink lining, just the tip of his tongue brushing against the thin skin.
Rory shook himself from his state of bliss and chirped up again. "Dear, please, what if someone came by?"
"Who might come by? I don't see anyone around. I didn't see anyone on my way in. Believe me, we're alone in here. It's actually kind of romantic. Maybe I will have to come out here jogging with you some time. That is, if you'll still let me stop at the YMCA on the way home to hop in the showers..."
Rory chuckled, his paws held in the fox's. Jake pulled him up to equal height and comforted him with smooches and kisses. Their whiskers tickled each other and for the first time Jake laughed too. Also for the first time, Rory seemed to let himself in relax, feeling eminently safe in his fox's arms. It was that precise moment, when the bunny felt so secure, that he noticed that his paws were now tied behind his back.
"Jake, huh, why, what... my paws!!"
"You always said you wanted to try bondage."
"Jake! This isn't the place!"
"What, the house is more private? Our bedroom window faces an orphanage."
Rory laughed nervously again and struggled against the rope that bound his wrists. Meanwhile, Jake stood up and placed the bunny against the tree, then crawled down to his feet. He peeled off the bunny's shoes and socks and tickled his pads. He grabbed the cuffs of the bunny's basketball pants in his paws.
Click click.
"What are you doing? Why are you unsnapping my pants?
Click click.
Jake's paws caressed the bunny's calves, slipping up into the pants. He ran his fingers through the soft tan fur as he slowly uncovered more with flicks of his thumbs. The bunny had sensitive legs and were still sore from jogging. Rory lifted his knees up, ostensibly to get them out of Jake's grasp, but only ended up giving him better access to massage the sore soft calf muscles.
Click click.
"Jake, please, somebody could come any moment, it's dirty out here, my pants are already torn and muddy as they are..."
Click click.
"C'mon Rory, all that running you do, I'm sure you've got some sexy legs now, I just wanna take a look..."
Click click.
The bunny's knees were exposed. One perfect, the other scuffed from the fall. Jake gave it a kiss to make the booboo go away. He squeezed the slim, rubbery muscles in his paws, pressing his thumb into the sore fibers to relax them. He slipped his paws into the pants and held the bunny's thighs, scritching along the insides. Rory's toes curled every time Jake did that, ever since they'd met twelve years ago.
Click click.
He lifted the bunny up to get his paws under the scrawny cheeks. His fingers pressed into the soft muscle, spread them apart and pressed them back together.
Click click.
"Oh God Jake, you never did play fair, we both know what you're trying to do here, and if you don't stop soon I might let you do something I'll regret."
Click click.
"Funny, if I stop, I'll regret it later. I guess it's you or me budy, and I choose you."
Click click.
All the buttons were unsnapped now, though the pants still laid draped over the bunny's lower body. Jake pulled them off slowly, revealing a small but satisfying package waiting for him, wrapped in a jockstrap.
"Honestly, do you really need that to go jogging? Come now, you're not fooling anybody."
"But..."
"Rory."
The bunny blushed, fidgeted against the tree, and looked to the ground. "They make me feel sexy."
Jake patted Rory's package and leaned in for a soft kiss. "You are sexy, funny bunny boy."
Rory giggled and wheezed as his thin body was weighed down on by the heavy fox. His protests were less frantic pleas now, more casual requests to untie him and take them home and there he'd do anything the fox would want him to do. Jake only smiled and slipped off his shirt, displaying his stout body. He showed off, almost proud of the love handles and pudgy belly that hung out just enough to not make him fat, but still a bearish sort of fox. The bunny's eyes got wide, the reality of the fox's intent setting in, clear in the way his bushy tail wagged excitedly. He backed up against the tree, not out of fear, out of discomfort. He was, by all means, a reserved little bunny and wasn't used to taking chances like these. His jaw dropped with the fox's pants.
"Jake! You're... since when do you have silk undies? I mean, you're being ridiculous! We're in the middle of the woods! Untie me, take me home, and we can have sex there!"
Jake laid down on the soft grass before Rory, dipping his nose into the soft tummy fur and kissing up and down his slight stomach. Behind him, he leisurely kicked his legs like a middle school girl gossiping about boys on the phone. "Should I really be stupid enough to think that after getting you all worked up like this, once we get home you'll hop in bed and say 'come and get me, baby!' with bottles of lube in both paws? Come now my funny bunny boy..." Rory laughed at the nickname and the whiskers ticking his tummy, working slowly up to his neck.
"Look, I just don't want to get caught, what if some children come by, or our minister, or someone from the newspaper... oh God! We'd be on the front page! Just imagine the headli-" a thumb and forefinger held the bunny's muzzle gently closed as the fox sat in the bunny's lap and kissed his neck. The fox let go and the only sounds out of the bunny's mouth were low, luxuriant moans. However, those too were soon cut off by a pair of lips. The fox pressed his tongue into the bunny's mouth, and both couldn't help but melt. They'd both always been excellent kissers.
Jake stood up and lifted Rory with him. He turned Rory away from him and shrouded the bunny in his arms. His chin sat on top of the bunny's head, as there was a somewhat significant size difference between the two. He squeezed the bunny's nipples and playfully tickled his sides. He kissed the back of his head, down to his neck, between his shoulders, and down the thin groove of his spine. He kissed the paws still bound behind his back. He stopped at the bunny's fluffy tail. He loved the perky little tuft of downy fur, and he buried his face in it, nuzzling the plush tail as if it were a bedtime toy. He bit gently at the tail, playing with it as it twitched aimlessly, buffing the fox's face. He gave it a gently tug in his teeth and Rory gasped. Jake pulled back the elastic of the jockstrap and snapped it against Rory's back, making his tail stand as far up and as firm as it could go. Jake squealed in delight at watching this, even did it a few more times until the tail stopped doing it, though Rory never asked him to stop, secretly delighting in the smack of the elastic against the small of his back.
Jake smooched Rory's right cheek, the skinny little bit of muscle and fat resisting against his lips. The short brown fur was too alluring, he had to go in for another, nibbling and sucking at the cheek, giving it a long, luscious lick. He nose huffed in the bunny's scent, a lingering smell of sweat mixed with with what, after years of trying to nail what exactly the bunny's unique scent was, he could only call Pure Sex.
He kneaded the bunny's cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together. He pulled them apart and licked along the crack, up to the base of the tail where he ended with a kiss to tits base. He teased the bunny's hole, circling his tongue around the pucker, not burying the long, slick muscle in the bunny's hole, only gently curling the top of his tongue against the tender hole. Rory's reluctances had been reduced to muttered pleas to stop sandwiched between muttered pleas for more. The fox stood up to press his bulging silk undies between the bunny's cheeks. He whispered loving things into the bunny's ears, punctuating them with kisses and licks to the supple pink skin. As the stiff rod bulged inside the undies against the bunny's crack, Jake slipped off the silk barrier between them letting his dick rest in the small cheeks.
Jake had made a very convincing argument.
He sunk back down to the bunny's rump. His muzzle split the cheeks and his tongue slowly penetrated the bunny's hole. He slipped it deep inside, the flexible muscle having long found the perfect backroad to happy town. It made all the necessary maneuvers, curling in just the right spot, sunk to the perfect length... Jake played Rory like an instrument, not only able to get him excited, but being able to even create any sound he wanted. He produced a long, low moan by slowly sinking the tongue in as far as he could. He made the bunny give a sort of clipped squeal by darting his tongue in and out shallowly. And his favorite note, he twisted his tongue with the most precise and artistic eloquence to make the bunny murr in what could only be described as an angelic voice. The bunny could only ever make that sound when the long fox tongue hit him like that, and it was music to Jake's ears.
Jake could see the bunny's paws clench in fists then open again, driven by waves of bliss emanating through his body. His ears stood still and tense and his cock strained against the resistant jockstrap. When Jake stood up again, his soft body resting against the Rory's, the bunny took the fox's stiff member in one of his bound paws, finding a stream of pre running down the shaft and matting the fur at his balls. Jake dipped his paw into the bunny's jock and fondled the stiff member inside. He lifted it up and tucked the elastic of the jock under the bunny's balls, giving it room to grow.
The white tip of Jake's tail teased Rory's nose, as the fox had wrapped them both in his long bushy tail. Rory's nose twinged, the hairs tickling him.
Jake fished inside his bag and found his other supplies: a pillow and bottle of lube. He put the pillow on the ground and laid Rory's head there, stomach down, his ass in the air. It was the penultimate submissive position, made all the better by the fact that Rory couldn't move from it if he wanted to. He applied some lube and knelt down behind Rory, pressing the tip of his cock against the wet hole, then sliding it along the crack so that his stiff member rested between the cheeks. He humped the rabbit's tail like this, and then with an unannounced change of stroke, sunk the member slowly into Rory's ass. The bunny's moans belied his lingering nervousness, but he had all trust in Jake and knew that his husband would never let any harm come to him. Even though Jake was going slow, he kept the rabbit's condition in mind, listening for the faintest trace of discomfort that could be quickly shooed away with some kisses and whispered declarations of love.
The elastic around Rory's legs made for decent handles, but when he moved from sitting straight up to hunching over the bunny's back, he grabbed the sweaty shirt at the shoulders and used it instead. He pulled the rabbit into his thrusts, burying the slowly swelling knot while he still could. He concentrated to keep the knot down as long as he could, so that the bunny could enjoy the extra-thick ending to each hump. Time flowed by as the fox's knot expanded ever slowly, each extra millimeter of girth making the bunny moan just that much louder when it would spread him open.
But when those moans turned turned from pleasured to pained, the fox held back, only burying the slimmer part of his length. The knot would have to come later, though until then, he could be a little more bullish. Jake leaned further forward, doubling over the bunny's back. He wrapped his arms around Rory's torso, and sped up, thrusting faster into the tight rump. The force made the bunny's knees slip in the grass which was dewey as the sun began to set, and their bodies sunk lower to the ground until they Rory was lying in cool, wet grass. His whole body tensed with each stroke, and his head swam in ecstasy, egged on by the quiet, intimate devotions the fox whispered into his ear with each hump.
"You're my greatest love in this world."
Pre collected in a puddle around the bunny's cock. Jake's balls slapped against Rory's with each hard thrust. The fox's knot swelled slowly to its full size and he threatened to bury the engorged lump as Rory's hole was spread a little wider with each progressive thrust.
"I will always, always, always be there for you and I'll always need you."
Passionate moans echoed off the trees around them and the grass rustled beneath them. Rory ground his teeth against the force of the knot splitting his cheeks and wedging open his hole, though the fox still held back on burying it.
"The only thing I want more than for you to fall asleep in my eyes, is for me to wake up in yours."
Jake marveled at how bunnies stayed so tight so long. Rory's tail twitched under Jake's husky tummy, tickling him and making his laugh under his breath as he gradually built up speed, eventually pounding the bunny butt with wreckless passion. All Rory could hear was his own gasps of bliss and Jake's loving words.
"And I'll love you for ever, and ever, and ever."
Just as Jake whispered that last devotion in his bunny's ears, as he chewed gingerly on the fuzzy, he pulled on Rory's shoulders, spread the small ass wide open, and buried his knot to the sound of a deeply satisfied yelp. Jake jabbed desperately, bitting his lip and getting in as much of a stroke as he could, then collapsed his his cock shook and drained into the bunny bottom. The fox's balls drained, pulled up into his body that trembled in passion. He collapsed on top of the bunny, both of them panting and moaning, exhausted but fulfilled. Rory was almost crying, and had to turn his head to give Jake a deep kiss.
Gently, the knot still stuck in the bunny's body, Jake sat up with Rory in his arms, sitting back against the tree with his bunny in his lap. He grabbed the jocketsrapy and tried to take it off, but found it stuck due to the fox's knot. So he cut it off, along with Rory's ropes, freeing him finally, though now he was stuck in a different fashion. The bunny slipped off his shirt to display his still magnificent body, perfectly slim, elegant and yet distinctly masculine.
The bunny was still hard, and Jake took the member in his paw and stroked it slowly, bunching the bunny balls together in his other paw, fondling them seductively. No words were spoken as Jake simply wrapped his bushy red tail around his bunny as they prepared for the long wait while the knot went down. Jake passed the time by letting his paws roam Rory's body, continuing his quest to memorize every little bump and curve by thought. He never let the bunny get soft, keeping him on edge as long as he could, and Rory never thought to complain. If thirty minutes ago was unbridled passion, this was thoughtful love. It felt warmer, and Rory's arms were free to wrap back around his lover, and he could turn around and kiss passionately as his cock twitched in false alarms.
Jake wiggled his hips, pressing against Rory's most tender spots gently, just enough to make his eyelids flutter and occasionally bite the fox's lip as they kissed. The fox's paws rubbed in reassuring circles over the bunny's naked body. With little more warming that a few gasps for air, thought without leaving the Jake's lips, Rory shot his own cache of seed onto his chest, stomach, into Jake's tail still wrapped around them both, and of course all over Jake's paw. Just in time for the fox to slip his knot out, with only a little discomfort.
He picked up his quarry and carried it to the stream to wash off. The cool water shocked their warm skin, but was refreshed and washed the smell of sweat from the bodies. The fox found a smell waterfall and rested his back against it, pulling his bunny in with him and letting the water wash over them, cleaning their fur and serenading them with the sound of rushing water crashing against the rocks.
"And I meant every word of it, too," Jake said.
Rory only nodded and pressed tighter against his hubby.
"And you were worried. I told you there was nothing to worry about, my funny bunny boy."
Rory giggled.
"I left the stove on. The house burned down. We have to live out here now," Jake admitted.
"Good. I hated the drapes."
"I picked out the drapes."
"We didn't need drapes," Rory said with a smirk and a giggle.
"The orphans did."
Back on dry land, Jake's cell phone began to ring.
"It's not Publisher's Clearing House, so don't worry about it," Jake huffed.
"You need to answer your phone more often."
"After today, maybe I will."