He looked down, and tried to grope himself a little bit more aggressively than he had previously. He felt his cock throb.
“Oh you can’t be serious!” the fox yelled out loud, as he finally figured out what the box’s intentions had been with the cage.
The damned thing hadn’t actually decided to have him live chastely, it had determined that his only option to get pleasure would be through his diapers.
The fox harrumphed and began to paw at his now stiffened member anxiously, staring at the images on his computer and occasionally moving down to gaze at others further down the page.
He clicked through several categories of fetishes on the website, eager for something particularly exotic that afternoon to allow him to finish in front of his diapers, something that he worried might even be impossible for him to do.