Two submissive vulpine friends walks into a gay club together for a night of rowdy fun and partner-seeking, high on energy and anticipation. One of the foxes has stealthily been wearing an accessory around his neck and under his clothes to clearly show his submissive side to whoever would be lucky enough to score with the vulpine later tonight. His best friend, knowing of his current situation and sexual interests, decided to plot a devious plan for the unsuspecting red fox to...help him find what he's seeking for with a more direct approach this time...

"Spike! What are you DOING?! Unlock these damn cuffs THIS INSTANT!"

The chains holding his shackles in place and his wrists above his head rattled, but barely audible over the blasting loud music of the dance floor.

"That's it," his friend encouraged speaking closer to his bound friend from behind him as he fastened the cuffs securely in pace. "Keep struggling just like you were unwilling and wanna break free; the doms love seeing that helplessness!"

"But I AM unwilling! This is not funny! Quit it! When I said I didn't mind submitting to someone if it meant I'd get some action tonight, I didn't mean THIS!"

It wasn't unusual for males to toss their shirt off on the dance floor; in fact, most would prefer to do so because of how hot a room packed full of party animals could get. In this case, it would play in the fox's favor to better show what his slender body had to offer to other males.

"Oh, one last thing! Your fling tonight will find out anyway, so might as well show 'em right away what they're in for, right?"

His blue-eyed friend gripped his waist from behind, reaching around his front to unloosen the belt buckle that held his jeans in place.

"H- HEY!"

With a swift move, the belt was undone and the angry trashing fox's pants started to fall from his own struggling efforts, revealing not only that he skipped putting on underwear this evening, but also the glinting locked surprise around his genitals firmly tight in place. With his secret now exposed in public, the fox's ears fell flat against his skull in embarrassment.

"There you go, foxy... You won't have to stay shackled for long if you show off how your cute tush rump bounces as you dance. You'll get picked up in no time, you'll see!"

The cuffs has a self-unlocking mechanism, but it required two unrestrained paws to unlatch the lock, so the bound user wouldn't be able to take off the cuffs themselves. So it was safe for his friend to hang back and blend in the crowd with a watchful eye still on him.

"HEY! Where are you GOING?! COME BACK HERE AND UNTIE ME!"

"You're doing great!" The fox gave him a thumbs up of encouragement, even though his friend couldn't look back at him, locked into place in that compromising position. "See? It's working! There's already a hot guy devouring you with his eyes!"