Imagine Asher’s surprise when a stocky delivery-fox rang his doorbell and asked him to sign for a large unmarked box. Yes, it was clearly addressed to him, but he didn’t remember ordering anything.

“So, uhh, what exactly is this?” The black-furred wolf asked.

“No clue.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to sign for an unknown package…”

“Look, dude, it's nine in the freakin’ morning. Do you want it or not?”

Asher looked at the package. Square. About a foot and half on all sides. His paw hovered over the signature pad. Then, with a shrug, he clawed his signature into the pad. The fox handed him the box and left in a huff. Scratching his orange chin fur, the wolf watched the delivery driver slide into her vehicle. The minivan puttered smoke as it turned the corner.

Truth be told, he was never going to turn down a mystery box.

***

Despite his initial excitement, Asher didn’t get to open the box until the end of the day. Life always got in the way. An unpleasant meeting at work. Being kept late for a project. Moldy cheese in the fridge. A week’s worth of dishes.

Finally, after dinner, the wolf sat in front of his computer and clawed open the box.

Inside was another plastic case adorned with big blue letters. It said PLEAX INDUSTRIES.

“Ah,” the wolf said aloud, remembering the volunteer form he filled out the previous night. “These guys are fast.”

Asher’s handpaws were trembling with excitement as he opened the Pleax Industries product case. It was gray packaging foam. Embedded in the foam was a black ceramic ring and a contoured steel plate. He took the ring from the box and placed it on his desk. Then he removed the plate. It was the size and thickness of his palm, thin and concave, and shaped like an elongated four-leaf clover. It had four braided-steel wires coming out of each end, thin and smooth, terminating together around a metal clasp.

Asher scratched his chin. The device that sat on his desk didn’t look like the description for any of the Pleax Industries products he signed up to test. Then he shrugged. He reasoned that this was some new and improved version of a product.

Maybe it was their discreet vibrator product line? That would be exciting, having pleasure at one’s fingertips.

Excitedly, the wolf unfurled the instruction manual. A QR code was printed at the front, with instructions to scan to activate. When he scanned it, a very long agreement popped up, to which Asher clicked “Agree” without reading. The app displayed a simple set of instructions: black band goes around the cock and balls, then the plate over top. Finally, the steel wires are supposed to secure around his waist, looping around the base of his tail.

At no point did the app say what the device was, but Asher wasn’t worried. Whatever it was, he hoped he was in for a fun night.

He undressed himself and clasped the black ceramic ring around his cock and balls. He expected some kind of electronic feedback but felt no reaction. Next was the plate. He strapped the metal wires around his waist and tail. The plate itself sat uncomfortably over his privates.

Finally, the wolf returned to his phone and tapped the “Next” button.

“Establishing connection…”

“Negotiating secure uplink…”

“Initiating attachment sequence…”

A faint vibration came from the setup. A bit warm, too. Then the metal wire straps began tightening around his waist. First, he felt the metal press into his cock, but then there was a new sensation, as if the plate itself had opened, allowing for his half-erect cock to hang freely.

Asher gasped softly. He moved his hands down to his crotch but by now the plate was flush against his crotch. He tried moving the plate but it wouldn’t budge. It was as if his cock had just… gone through the plate. He ran his paw along this smooth metal, wondering how such a tiny metal plate could hold his fully erect penis and knot.

“What the hell is this?” Asher muttered.

The tightening of the machinery stopped as quickly as it started. Suddenly, a pulse of vibrations ran along the length of the wolf’s cock, tickling his knot. “Ahh!” Asher moaned. The vibrations intensified. Now he clawed at the unyielding metal. There was vibration crawling all around his cock and he could feel himself twitching in midair. He’d look to see but there was nothing to see. Soon the vibrations brought the wolf on the verge of orgasm. Then, as if it could read his mind, the intensity dialed down and Asher was left slumped over in his chair, breathing heavily.

The phone pinged. “Attachment complete. Portal opening status: success (201). Proceed to review Portal Chastity duration and secondary programs?”

“Portal chastity. Wow, I didn't expect that. This is some wild stuff.”

Asher advanced to the next screen. It had a table of random-seeming variables, along one active program: Tease and Denial. That made a lot of sense. The vibrations. A little button at the bottom promised the ability to edit active programs, so Asher clicked it.

What he saw made his heart skip a beat.

“Unauthorized (401). Please contact your device owner for details.”

“What the heck,” a panicking Asher gasped. He instinctively pulled on the plate and it felt like pulling on his privates, but the metal would not budge. Then he reloaded the app and tried again. Same “Unauthorized” error. Next he hit the “Disconnect” button but it was grayed-out. After a good two hours of fiddling with the uncooperative app, Asher sighed and set the phone aside and readied himself for bed. His nightly self-love session would have to wait.

Hey, but at least the teasing had stopped.

***

There were hands all over his privates. Like delicate fingertips, running up and down his cock. Like tongues. Were they mouths? Soft fur and silky canine tongues. He was lying down, face up. Someone strong had pinned him to the bed or tied his hands above him and he couldn’t move an inch. The more he struggled, the more overwhelming the touches became. He was close. So close. Oh God, he was so close.

***

Asher awoke drenched in sweat. He reached down to finish the job only to find an unyielding, immobile piece of metal.

“Ugh, fuck.” The wolf rolled out of bed, shook his fur, and pulled up his phone. “Gotta get this thing off before I go crazy,” he said to himself.

When the app loaded, it was still the same error. This time, he smashed that “contact support” button as quickly as it appeared. A dialing sound, similar to that of a Zoom call.

To his surprise, the support call was answered almost immediately.

“Pleax Industries, how may I help you tonight?” It was a pleasant male voice. Hard to tell the species from over the phone.

“Wow, okay,” Asher said. “That was fast.”

“Of course, customer satisfaction is our number one priority.”

“So,” Asher began, “If that’s the case, help me get this thing off.”

“I can certainly help you with that. Please use this chat’s built in scanner to scan the QR code assigned to your Pleax Industries device. The QR code can be found machine-etched on the locking mechanism, or in the instruction manual.”

Asher did as he was told. While the customer support person was on hold, another wave of vibrations had begun. This time it came around the base of his knot, between the knot and balls. A very sensitive area. Still, it was bearable. Asher bit his tongue trying not to make any noises.

“Ah, yes, Asher. I see you in our system. My apologies for the delay, I had to check on the status of our remote storage for your genitals.” the support staffer said.

“T–that’s okay! I think I volunteered for this, but I can’t do it anymore. Please, just help me remove it. Or at least change the setting. It’s a little… too much.” Asher was a bit breathless. He hoped the staffer didn’t notice.

“Unfortunately,” the staffer paused. “You lack the permissions to change settings on your Portal Chastity device.”

“What?! What does that even mean?”

“That means your owner locked you out of the system.”

“Who the heck —” the wolf shook himself as a pulse of tickles on his taint almost made him moan. “I don’t have an owner.”

“One second.”

Asher could barely hear the pleasant hold-tone. Instead, the wolf clawed his bedsheets, trying to make the sensations go away. Writhing in bed. Now upright. Now humping the edge of his mattress.

The support staffer returned in a few seconds. “I have your owner listed right here. It also says you agreed to the Portal Chastity Terms and Conditions at 9:17:55 PM yesterday evening.”

“N–no. I didn’t read it! I thought this was the thing I volunteered for!” More sensations crawled up Asher’s cock and he let out a loud “aahhh”.

“Let’s see… I don’t have any volunteer records for you. The address is 187 Dunkirk Way, yes?”

“Please, just tell me who my owner is. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information, in accordance with local data protection regulations.”

“Nooooo,” Asher gasped. “So what do I do?”

“I’m glad you asked. I see that there’s no expiry on the remote storage, so your genitals will be clean and well maintained at Pleax Industries for as long as your owner wants. All secondary programs are fully paid as well, for a year in advance... I see we have Tease and Denial enabled at the moment. The system will transition to the Forced Orgasm module in fourty-eight hour cycles. Will there be anything else, Asher?”

By now Asher was so close to orgasm he was gasping and humping the air. “F–fuck you,” he said. “I’ll cut it off myself.”

“I must advise against tampering with Portal Chastity. As you were informed by the Terms and Conditions, tampering with the device could result in sudden portal collapse syndrome…”

At the final moment, all sensations came to a halt and Asher was left erect. He could feel the precum dripping from the tip of his cock but when he tried to grab it, his crotch was still just a metal plate.

“... Colloquially, we call it portal castration. I believe you wouldn’t like that.”

Now the wolf was truly desperate. “Please, sir,” he begged, “there must be something I can do to take it off.”

“I will see if your owner left any advanced directives, please hold.”

In the interim, the black-furred canine grabbed a vibrator from his drawer and pressed it against the Portal Chastity, only to find that vibrations could not penetrate the steel plate. He threw the vibrator across the room. He swore again. And again.

“Sorry for the delay,” the support staffer said. Asher wished he’d stop apologizing or talking in that friendly customer support voice. “There is one advanced directive here. Do you have a pen and paper? Please write this down. You must follow every step before I am authorized to release the connection.”

***

Twenty minutes later, Asher lay face down in bed with his arms outstretched and legs spread-eagle. His legs were tied and his arms cuffed, each to a corner of the bed. A large plug sat in his ass, shifting uncomfortably with the smallest movement. A cock gag was stuffed snugly in his muzzle. Whatever was on the other side of the Portal Chastity caressed his still-erect penis softly.

Not far away, on the desk, was Asher’s phone. The support staffer was still connected. “...And that’s it.”

“Mmmmmff!” Asher wanted to say “please free my cock” but it turned out unintelligible.

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand you. Per the advanced directive, I will switch your Portal Chastity to Forced Orgasm for the next eight hours. It says here your owner will come get you at that time, but if he doesn’t, please call back and I will be happy to release the connection.”

Wait. Did he say… forced orgasm? Eight hours? A cold shiver went through Asher’s hackles. Now pulling at his self-inflicted bondage, the wolf thrashed in place, screaming. “Mmmmff! MMMFF! NHHHFFF!”

“If there’s nothing else, I’d like to thank you for choosing Pleax Industries, and I wish a pleasant night.”