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"writing": "[b][u][center]Delivered to the Wall\nKink-Tober 17: Hole in the Wall\nFor NerubianKnight\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nGerion walked through the locker room doors with a smile on his beak that belied the job ahead. He whistled as he passed by the other delivery men and women, waltzed by the warehouse workers that were just coming off shift, and received groans and rolled eyes from each and every one of them. \n\n“He’s hoping for wall-duty, that one,” Vasco, one of the last-shift workers, said with a chuckle. “Gerion, you know that’s the worst work.”\n\n“Only when you don’t want it,” the pigeon said, winking and tossing his head from shoulder to shoulder with a chuckle. “But if you do, it’s the best part of the month.”\n\n“I’ll never get how you handle that. I mean, I heard about what you do every Friday –”\n\n“Just the Fridays?”\n\n“…You know what, things make a lot more sense now,” Vasco said, shaking his head and fluffing the feathers on his neck. “That said, no guarantee that you get the wall. Emory picks it at random, you know.”\n\n“I know. Still, one can hope.”\n\nThe pigeon had already stripped off his t-shirt and changed over to his buttoned-up warehouse shirt and was in the process of pulling on the tight khaki shorts when someone whistled down the far end of the locker room. Everyone looked up at Grant, the big stallion on the team, leaning out from the manager’s office. \n\n“Hey, Gerion, Emory wants to talk to you,” Grant said in that slow, lumbering voice of his that took forever to get to the end of a sentence. “Shift schedule or something like that.”\n\n“…You lucky son of a bitch,” Vasco muttered under his breath. \n\nGerion blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. The crow fixed him with a side-eyed stare. \n\n“You blow him after work or something?”\n\n“What? No…”\n\n“…You did something.”\n\n“Maybe…maybe not…Uh, anyway, bye!”\n\nWasn’t blowing the boss so much as it was posing for him, really. Which wasn’t that bad when one got right down to it. He hadn’t even had to bend over – well, more than once – or anything that was that undignified. The Doberman just wanted some naked pictures to jerk off to. That was all it took. \n\nAnd, really, if that was all it took to get Wall-duty, he was more than happy to strip and show off for as long as his manager demanded. \n\nThe pigeon leaned around the wooden door. Emory’s shaded office, dim as it could get, was lined with pin-ups of males in tented jocks and females in the skimpiest panties that he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how the Doberman managed to keep all those up without getting HR involved, but…well, this was the company that kept the Wall as a concept when everyone else was getting slapped with all kinds of problems. \n\nBehind the desk, his manager looked up from a tablet. The Doberman pulled a cigarette from his lips, squished it out, and waved him over. \n\n“Let’s talk shifts, Ger,” Emory said. “Last I heard, you were trying to pull double-duty on the Wall. Trying to get other people to shift in for you, even bribing ‘em with the extra half-pay if they’d let you take their spot.”\n\n“Well…I – um – that might be true,” the pigeon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again, his wings flicking nervously. “I mean, is it against the rules?”\n\n“Ain’t against anything written down, but the bosses don’t like seeing different faces than the ones the computer tells ‘em. You don’t want to make the bosses pissed when they come down looking for an Abby and end up seeing a Gerion, do you?”\n\n“…No, sir.”\n\n“So, no more bribing people, got me?”\n\n“Got it, sir,” Gerion said, looking down at the floor. “Anything else?”\n\n“Yeah. You’re on Wall-duty. Congrats.”\n\nThe pigeon whipped his head back up, lower beak falling open. \n\n“What? But –”\n\n“Just because I gotta call you on your shit doesn’t mean that you ain’t getting a turn. I just gotta make sure that you only go in when your name comes up. No more cheating. Got me?”\n\n“…Got it, sir. I promise. And – last night?”\n\n“Whatcha talking about? That was just you showing off for a coworker when we were both off shift. That’s it. Got me?”\n\nGerion nodded. No bringing it up, no referencing it, and no trying it again. Much as it had been rather fun to show off like that and – \n\nNo, probably best not to tempt himself with that. The pigeon was getting what he wanted, and he really, really didn’t want to tempt fate. That said…\n\n“You want something else?” Emory asked, the Doberman putting his cigarette back to his lips. \n\n“Well, I was hoping…”\n\n“Spit it out, kid.”\n\n“Any chance that I can get the hypno-treatment, too? I know that it’s meant more for punishment, but…”\n\nEmory chuckled, the older dog shaking his head. The way that he leaned back in his chair, the way that his shirt pulled tight over his gut, the way that the light flickered off an exposed fang: it turned the Doberman from the middle-aged manager to a hunting dog slightly past his prime. It was hot. \n\n“You want to be all drooly?”\n\n“Well…maybe not [i]drooly,[/i] but…”\n\n“After lunch.”\n\n“Thanks, boss.”\n\n“No problem. Now, strip off and get to the Wall.”\n\n“Thanks!”\n\nGerion turned on the spur of his talons, walking out the door. His face pulled up in such a grin that it hurt, and he was already pulling at the buttons of his shirt as he walked back through the locker room. Everyone could already tell what kind of news he’d gotten, and he could hear them muttering as they rolled their eyes. \n\n“Lucky ass.”\n\n“Getting lucky with that ass later.”\n\n“Swear that he lives for the Wall.”\n\n“Hey, you get paid time and a half for getting literally fucked instead of figuratively? I’d take it if they made it a permanent position.”\n\nSo would about half the workforce, Gerion imagined. He might be the one that went for it more for the sex than the pay, but that didn’t mean that the higher paycheck wasn’t a serious bonus. \n\nThe Wall, as the employees and everyone else called it, was a morale-boosting service that the higher-ups had declared about six months back. They’d said that, with the decriminalization of some sex work, they were not above putting some different rewards in for employees. Pizza parties were a thing of the past: these days, that extra money went toward compensating employees in a pleasurable raffle that shuffled the kink duties between them. \n\nGerion walked from the locker rooms through the front part of the warehouse, past the loading docks, and over to the big chunk of wood that had been hastily assembled and later reinforced six months back. It had been stood up with six holes in it back then, but a month later, two more walls had been added. They had holes in them, too, but they connected to the original warehouse wall, sealing off the space inside from prying eyes. \n\nEmployees on the floor and laborers in the warehouse worked one side in view of everyone else. Higher-ups and visitors used the sealed space for their pleasure. \n\nAs Gerion walked by some of the other workers, he continued stripping down. His pants got left on the loading docks, and he walked past with nothing but a jockstrap on. A pair of foxes smirked as he walked by, snapping their teeth at the bird. \n\n“Gonna get you on lunch break!” one of them shouted, cupping their crotch. “Gonna fuck the shit outta you.”\n\n“I’ll be lubed and ready!” Gerion shouted back. \n\n“Don’t doubt it, cum-slut!”\n\nHe could only imagine the amount of cum he’d be dripping by lunch break. The rest of the guys would be coming down then, but he’d have some customers before that. The floor manager, for one, and probably a couple of the other guys that were just getting off shift that wanted to bust a nut before heading home. They’d want an experienced hole for that, and while he wasn’t exactly a gaping gutter-slut like some of the Wall-sluts, he was…well, he was pretty well-practiced. \n\nHe finally reached the Wall itself. Most of the holes were empty, probably just getting off-shift, but two of the ones in the original wall were filled. One had a ring-tail poking out with a soft, wide rump and a dripping pussy just below, while the other had a long, slender rat tail poking up and around, hitting the floor and half-hiding the balls that were just beneath it. Gerion walked over and leaned against the wall. \n\n“Hey, Sarah, Jeremy.”\n\n“Oh, it’s the bird-boi-bitch,” the rat said, tail twitching, voice muffled from coming through the other side of the wall. “Coming on shift or coming to use us?”\n\n“That’s a stupid question,” Sarah said. “Since when did Gerion use his dick for anything but pissing?”\n\n“Heh, good point.”\n\n“Come on, guys, I’m just here for the –”\n\n“Dick?” Sarah suggested. \n\n“Nah, cum; I bet you he pushes it out into a doggy dish and licks it clean before he goes home,” Jeremy said, laughing. \n\n“Come on, guys, I’m not that bad…”\n\nHonestly, worse. There’d been one day when he’d come out of the hole, gone to the nearest bathroom, and pushed out everything that’d been squirted into him into a water bottle and taken it home. That had been his lube for the next few days. All clean, of course – the company didn’t take risks like that – but that had been a naughty, raunchy sort of situation for him, and he still shivered as he thought about it. \n\n“Besides, you two aren’t exactly clean,” he said, hiking up one leg on the rim of his hole and sliding a finger under his tail-feathers. “Sarah, how many times did you get bred this morning?”\n\n“Uh…five vaginally, one anally,” the raccoon admitted. “But condom, every time.”\n\n“She doesn’t want to catch kid,” Jeremy added, chuckling. \n\n“Says the rodent that got his ass fisted first thing in the morning,” Sarah said. \n\n“Hey, at least it fits me.”\n\n“At least I still can keep my holes tight.”\n\nIt was the familiar banter of the slut-times, as far as Gerion was concerned, and he smiled as he worked two fingers past his hole. The scales along his fingers were the same sort of bumpy texture as the ones around his talons, and it was always a nice little treat to work them toward his prostate and rub it a few times. His cock, not that dissimilar from a thick-based tendril, slowly emerged. His balls, inside, were starting to churn away in anticipation for the hard-use that they were going to get. \n\nAs the rat and raccoon continued to tease each other, he pumped out some lube onto his other hand. Once he could fit three fingers in dry, he pulled his hand back and slathered the rest of his fingers with lube, running it over the back of his hand and over his palm. Another couple of pumps just to be sure, then –\n\nSquelch. \n\n“Mmmph…ah…ah…”\n\n“And that’s how a real slut preps himself,” Jeremy said, chuckling, the rat’s tail twitching from side to side. “Listen to him. He’s fisting himself full of lube for our coworkers.”\n\n“Heh. Well, at least he can take the big ones. I’m not letting Grant anywhere near my ass or pussy again; he left me split open for a week last time.”\n\n“Oh, I’ll take Grant…mmmph…I want that stallion bad…”\n\nGerion blushed as he said it, but he wasn’t lying. The Wall had given him just enough confidence to know that he could be good enough for the studs in the work force, but that didn’t mean that he had the confidence to go approaching them himself. He just…knew that if they came looking for relief at the Wall that he could take them. And that was hot. It was nice to have dreams for partners. \n\nHe popped his hand in and out of his ass, working handfuls of lube into his depth. Sometimes he forced his fingers in as straight as he could keep them, other times he curled them into a fist once they were inside and ‘popped’ his hand out of his hole. More than once, he would have fallen face-first onto the ground if he hadn’t been leaning on the wall, but…fuck, fuck it felt good to have that fullness back there. \n\nFinally, the pigeon pulled his hand out of his ass. He wobbled, his knees shaking as he lowered himself to the hole and crawled through. \n\n“Nice to have you join us,” Jeremy said, nodding. “How long you in?” \n\n“As long as Emory will let me,” the pigeon muttered, dragging himself through until he felt his cock hit the edge of the hole. “There we go…”\n\nHe had Jeremy to his right and Sarah just past the rat. All three of them were lying down on a padded board that extended basically to their chins, including a lower spot where they could cross their arms if they wanted to hang them further down. On the other side of the hole, the padded ring supported their waist, and several tiers of padded blocks allowed employees the chance to ‘kneel’ back there, with their feet pointed back, or stand with their soles against the ground, or any number of other positions. \n\nFor Gerion, it was easier to ‘kneel’ with his knees on other padded blocks and his feet hanging off the edge of the padded spot. It left more options for his coworkers. \n\nAs he shuffled into place, getting more comfortable, Sarah arched her back. The raccoon female lowered her head into her arms, huffing. \n\n“Hoooo, that’s not fair…”\n\n“Someone rubbing your clit?” Jeremy asked. \n\n“Mmmph…nope…”\n\n“Rimming?” Gerion guessed. \n\n“Mmm-hmm. And it’s a deep one – fuuuuuuck, I think it’s Robert.”\n\n“The frog?” Gerion blinked. “Why – ooooooh. That deep?”\n\n“Mmmmm-hmm.”\n\nAs Sarah thumped her fist against her padded support, Gerion imagined how that would feel. He was more used to being fucked – and fucked rough, for that matter – but the idea of a tongue going as deep as a frog could push it was…kinda hot. Particularly the idea of it flicking out with all the force that they were reputed to have. \n\n[i]Forget getting fisted. Getting tongue-fucked by someone with that kind of mouth muscle…[/i]\n\nA tongue ‘punch’ that deep would probably go right into his guts, stirring him up and making him throb in seconds. Damn. That was a pretty fun thought. Maybe he should find out if there were any gay frogs that might take him up on that – \n\nGerion stiffened up as someone grabbed him from behind. Couldn’t see, obviously, but – oh, those were [i]big[/i] hands, the fingers long enough to have a thumb on the small of his back and the fingertips themselves curling near the base of his cock. Size difference, thick digits, meaty, calloused palms – \n\n“Ah…mmmm…”\n\n“Seriously?” Jeremy asked, looking back at him. “You just get in and someone wants your ass?”\n\n“Nnngh…g-guess so…”\n\nHe huffed as the unseen, meaty thumbs pulled at his rim, pulling his asshole open before – \n\nHck-ptooie.\n\nHis cock twitched and his talons curled as he felt the glob of spit join the flood of lube inside his ass. [i]Fuck[/i], that was hot. \n\n“Nnnngh…I – I think it’s Grant,” Gerion huffed, squirming as much as the hole let him. “He’s – he’s got a good grip on me – mmmph!”\n\n“What? What’s he doing?”\n\n“Thuuuuuumbs.”\n\nThey were digging in from either side of his rim, jabbing into his hole and spreading it wider. He could feel the friction, the heat, the tightness that came from that sudden insertion, but more, just the feeling of everything being pulled taut. His asshole could stretch around his fist with enough lube without a problem, but it was [i]completely[/i] different to have someone actually tugging at his rim and forcing it to stretch open. He huffed into his arm with shivers running up and down his spine, barely keeping the whimpers behind his beak. \n\nThen the hands let him go, his cheeks slapping together again. It lasted for half a second before they were pulled apart once more, this time leaving him oozing lube and that loogie in his hole. It ran down his taint, past the base of his cock – \n\nPtooie. \n\nAnother one, this time hot and right on his rim. He whimpered, trying and failing to clench as the stallion held his hole open. \n\nYep, had to be Grant; the flared tip of a horse cock against his hole couldn’t be anyone else. \n\n“Mmmmmph, god, fuck, fuck, fuck.”\n\n“Heh, always hotter when you can’t tell what he’s going to do next, isn’t it?” Jeremy said, looking from him to Sarah. “Still getting rimmed?”\n\n“Mmmm-hmmmm. He’s jerking off on my feet and eating my ass.”\n\n“Freak.”\n\n“C-care to narrow – ah! Narrow that down?” Gerion panted. \n\nThe pigeon had to clench his beak as the horse cock pushed deeper, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. The flare was always the hardest part, thicker than his fist by some way and yet so, so, so good as it forced his rim further and further out. He could feel the sheer heat of the shaft, too, something that he never really noticed when he was watching someone fuck him. The Wall just…just made it so much hotter with it in the way, forcing him to be nothing but a hole available for the workers and – \n\nPOP!\n\nEverything went limp as the flare finally popped in, and he slumped down against the pad. His tongue hung out of his beak for a moment as he shivered from head to toe, and Jeremy laughed. \n\n“There he goes. Bet you anything he cums his brains out in a bit.”\n\n“Mmmmph…”\n\n“Heh, yeah, you – FUCK!”\n\nJeremy’s turn, the rat slamming a fist down against his own support. The three of them stopped talking as they were used in line, grunting, huffing, whimpering, whining, and otherwise just letting out the sounds of hard-use and sex. \n\nIn. \n\nPOP!\n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nPOP!\n\nOut. \n\nGrant was fucking his hole in, forcing it to give in and bend and deform for the proper shape of horse cock. The weight behind every thrust made it impossible for him to keep it out. Not that he wanted to – there was something amazing about being filled to the brim with something that thick – but god, it was just so…effortless the way that the draft horse kept slamming it in. \n\nEvery inch down his hole made him feel that much hotter, and he could barely breathe as he felt the medial ring first kiss his pucker. He arched his back that little bit further that the hole allowed, trying to keep himself at the perfect, fuckable level – \n\n“FUCKING NNNNNNGH!”\n\nSarah was cumming down the line, the raccoon probably showering her partner in squirt. He barely noticed; he was focused on the sucking, sliding, heavy feeling of the medial ring passing through his pucker and rubbing against his prostate. \n\nHe couldn’t move, didn’t want to move or resist. Instead, he just focused on breathing as that heavy horse cock went deeper and deeper, bulging his stomach at one point as it worked him over. His cock oozed so much pre-cum against his stomach and thighs that he swore that he was basically painting himself. \n\nDidn’t care. \n\nToo good. \n\nIn, out, in, out, that cock went, grinding him closer and closer to orgasm. The flare was digging into his guts, pulling out the lube that he’d shoved inside and replacing it with pre-cum. The constant grinding and popping from the flare and medial ring were driving him nuts, leaving him unable to breathe more than the shortest, sharpest gasps. \n\nIn. Out. In. Out. In-out-in-out-in-out – \n\nThere was a sudden stomp outside, followed by the flood that he’d been waiting for, a gushing heat that shot straight into his core. Horse cock was pushed back by the pure pressure of a horse’s orgasm, rushing through him, coating his inner walls and filling his guts to the brim. The pigeon ground his face back and forth against his padded bench, whimpering and moaning as his insides clenched down hard. \n\n“Mmmph…fucking…Gerion just popped,” Jeremy muttered, clearly getting railed himself. “Fuck…fucking…”\n\n“Mmmmph…didn’t…didn’t cum,” the pigeon corrected. “Just filled.”\n\n“Damn…”\n\nThen came the slow sliding out. The flare wasn’t going down yet; if anything, it was thicker on the way out than it had been on the way in, giving him a hard reminder of just how much space that thing took up. Further, further, further it went, slowly pulling back until it was right at his rim. He clenched down, feeling it suck at his hole until – \n\nPOP!\n\n“Mmmmmmph…”\n\nThe sudden heat of a waterfall of cum was [i]amazing.[/i] It just stained everything back there, and as he curled his legs a bit, his talons were drenched as they fell under the waterfall of seed. God, fuck…that was so good. \n\nAnd it was only the start. \n\n#\n\n[i]Four hours later…[/i]\n\nGerion panted for breath as a canine knot popped out of his ass. Might have been Emory, he thought once his hole was properly gaped again, empty and grasping at nothing. Could have been. Would have been hot. \n\nAs he sucked air, slowly pulling his head back out of the clouds, he looked to his side. Jeremy was huffing and puffing, too; from the sounds of things, the rat had been double-teamed by the foxes from earlier, the pair of them finagling a position that allowed both of them to fuck his ass at the same time. He didn’t know how the flexible pair had done it, but he knew that it could happen. \n\nSarah, on the other hand, looked a little calmer. She was sitting up and tapping the tablet at her side. \n\n“Ordering…lunch?” Gerion asked. \n\n“Mm-hmm. You want anything?”\n\n“Grains. Lots of grains.”\n\n“I’ll put you down for oatmeal and a veggie wrap.”\n\n“Mmmph.”\n\nHe lowered his head to his arms again, taking a few minutes to get his breath back. [i]Fuck,[/i] he loved the Wall shifts, but they were draining in a whole different way. Hours in the hole getting fucked was a very different exercise routine than walking the warehouse, picking product, and taking the heavy shit to be boxed up and shipped out. This…this was just enduring it. \n\nAs his hole clenched and released, occasionally pushing out a bubble that he could just barely hear, he focused on pulling himself back together. He still had another four hours in the hole before he could get out, and that meant that he had to focus on making sure that he stayed pleasurable for anyone that came to him. For all that the Wall shift meant that he didn’t have to work a typical day, he still had to be appealing to fuck. Someone that came up and rated him badly later could end up kicking him off the Wall shift completely. \n\nSo, the pigeon started working his kegels. Clench, squeeze, hold. Clench, squeeze, hold. He could feel his asshole slowly coming together again, the puffy rim touching itself again. The endless flow of cum from his pucker started to slacken off and he told himself that was because he was tightening up again and not because he was running out. \n\nGerion felt about halfway there when the door on the other side of the enclosed chamber opened. He blinked, looking up – \n\nAnd huffed. It was Jonathan, the district manager, and the gold-horned bull smirked as he shut the door behind him. \n\n“My, my, my. Quite the collection of Wall sluts today,” the bull said, pulling on his tie with one hand and adjusting his suit with the other. “I’ll have my pick for the lunchtime relief, it seems.”\n\n“Ah, fuck, not you,” Jeremy muttered. \n\n“Heh, yes, me. What, you were expecting Deborah?”\n\n“Least her asshole tastes good,” the rat said. \n\n“Anything tastes good with enough hypnosis, rat. Speaking of, I was told by your supervisor the visors needed to be activated around lunch. Just to keep you all in the right frame of mind for your job, of course.”\n\nGerion had been waiting for this. The others, less so. The pigeon leaned his head back as Jonathan pressed a button by the door, the visors attached to the holes descending on mechanical arms and fitting over their eyes. It pressed against his face with a soft whoosh, sucking away the air and vacuum-sealing against his face. \n\nInstantly, the visor turned on, flickering into a purple-red spiral. He moaned, already eagerly staring into the middle of the shimmering haze, looking for the words – \n\n[i]Ass-slut. \n\nCum-guzzler. \n\nMusk-huffer.[/i]\n\nThere they were. He latched onto the words, riding them as he stared into the little pinprick black hole in the middle of the spiral, eagerly offering his attention and his thoughts to the machine. \n\n[i]Sink deeper. \n\nOpen further. \n\nGive up. \n\nGive in. \n\nBe a hole.[/i]\n\nHole-slut. Wall-slut. Yes. Gerion threw all his embarrassment, all his worries, all his tiredness into that hole in the spiral, letting it suck it all away and pulling the words and names into his mind. \n\nAss-slut. Cum-guzzler. Musk-huffer. Yes. He loved those thoughts. \n\nThe more that he stared, the more that his cock twitched between his legs, but the thought of that disappeared just like the awareness of his tiredness. He moaned as he leaned his head back a little bit, a finger under his chin encouraging him to look ‘up.’ A cock slapped against his face – \n\n[i]Cock-sucker. \n\nBall-worshiper. \n\nBitch-boi.[/i]\n\nMore and more truths flashed before him as he sank deeper, growing more and more relaxed. It barely took any pressure to the side of his beak to make him open his mouth, and he remained happily limp and still as a bull cock slid over his tongue and into his throat. \n\nSpirals turned, and his thoughts faded away, replaced with a happy, humming, buzzing feeling that was almost like suppressed ecstasy. His brain had the same fuzzy hum that it always did just before he went over the edge to an orgasm, but the longer the spiral turned, the more that the fuzzy-hum grew, like it was building itself up, getting stronger with each passing second. He loved it; he wanted more of it. \n\nGluk, gluk, gluk. The cock went down his throat into his neck. He barely noticed; all of his attention was on the spiral, throwing himself deeper, training himself on it. He was going to be a good cock-sucker, a good ball-worshiper, a good bitch-boi. The bird wanted that, needed that, craved being the best in the building and – \n\nSomething smooth rubbed his asshole on the other side of the wall. Something tapered, something scaly. He didn’t know what it was, didn’t care; the spiral was all. \n\nAnd so he kept staring, kept thinking the words that popped up. Ass-slut. Cum-guzzler. Musk-huffer. He snorted as the bull went balls-deep in his throat, sucking in the scent of the other man even as a tongue played over the head of his cock. \n\nGerion sunk further and further into the spirals, forgetting about the other days, the other kind of work that he did. There was no need to think about painful labor when he was getting a cock down his throat. There was no need to consider how he’d do better on the work floor when he had a tail sliding up his ass. \n\nHe was a slut, after all. A Wall-slut, a hole that happened to hang free for all to use. He moaned around the thick bull dick in his throat, swallowing around it, encouraging it to go deeper, and on the outskirts of his attention, he could hear the others moaning almost as eagerly as they were used. \n\n[i]Good hole. \n\nGood slut. \n\nGood bitch.[/i]\n\nYes. He would be a good bitch. He would be the best bitch. Best bitch bird that ever lived. \n\nAnd as the narrow, forked tongue on his dick started to flick around his urethra, threatening a sounding thrust to go along with the tail in his ass, the hypnotized pigeon just readied himself to accept it. \n\nHe wanted it. \n\nNeeded it. \n\nRequired it. \n\nBest bitch-bird slut. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: And so we get to the Hole in the Wall part of the Kink-Tober stories, where a pigeon enjoys being put in the hole in the wall relief quarter of the company warehouse. Enjoy the free-use. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, F/solo, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Hole in the Wall, Free Use, Corporate, Warehouse, Bondage, Anal, Rimming, Fingering, Fisting, Semi-Prostitution, Hypnosis, Anal Creampie, Cum Play, Bull, Pigeon, Raccoon, Rat, Lube, Orgasm, Cum, \n",
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Delivered to the Wall Kink-Tober 17: Hole in the Wall For NerubianKnight By Draconicon
Gerion walked through the locker room doors with a smile on his beak that belied the job ahead. He whistled as he passed by the other delivery men and women, waltzed by the warehouse workers that were just coming off shift, and received groans and rolled eyes from each and every one of them.
“He’s hoping for wall-duty, that one,” Vasco, one of the last-shift workers, said with a chuckle. “Gerion, you know that’s the worst work.”
“Only when you don’t want it,” the pigeon said, winking and tossing his head from shoulder to shoulder with a chuckle. “But if you do, it’s the best part of the month.”
“I’ll never get how you handle that. I mean, I heard about what you do every Friday –”
“Just the Fridays?”
“…You know what, things make a lot more sense now,” Vasco said, shaking his head and fluffing the feathers on his neck. “That said, no guarantee that you get the wall. Emory picks it at random, you know.”
“I know. Still, one can hope.”
The pigeon had already stripped off his t-shirt and changed over to his buttoned-up warehouse shirt and was in the process of pulling on the tight khaki shorts when someone whistled down the far end of the locker room. Everyone looked up at Grant, the big stallion on the team, leaning out from the manager’s office.
“Hey, Gerion, Emory wants to talk to you,” Grant said in that slow, lumbering voice of his that took forever to get to the end of a sentence. “Shift schedule or something like that.”
“…You lucky son of a bitch,” Vasco muttered under his breath.
Gerion blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. The crow fixed him with a side-eyed stare.
“You blow him after work or something?”
“What? No…”
“…You did something.”
“Maybe…maybe not…Uh, anyway, bye!”
Wasn’t blowing the boss so much as it was posing for him, really. Which wasn’t that bad when one got right down to it. He hadn’t even had to bend over – well, more than once – or anything that was that undignified. The Doberman just wanted some naked pictures to jerk off to. That was all it took.
And, really, if that was all it took to get Wall-duty, he was more than happy to strip and show off for as long as his manager demanded.
The pigeon leaned around the wooden door. Emory’s shaded office, dim as it could get, was lined with pin-ups of males in tented jocks and females in the skimpiest panties that he’d ever seen. He didn’t know how the Doberman managed to keep all those up without getting HR involved, but…well, this was the company that kept the Wall as a concept when everyone else was getting slapped with all kinds of problems.
Behind the desk, his manager looked up from a tablet. The Doberman pulled a cigarette from his lips, squished it out, and waved him over.
“Let’s talk shifts, Ger,” Emory said. “Last I heard, you were trying to pull double-duty on the Wall. Trying to get other people to shift in for you, even bribing ‘em with the extra half-pay if they’d let you take their spot.”
“Well…I – um – that might be true,” the pigeon admitted, rubbing the back of his neck again, his wings flicking nervously. “I mean, is it against the rules?”
“Ain’t against anything written down, but the bosses don’t like seeing different faces than the ones the computer tells ‘em. You don’t want to make the bosses pissed when they come down looking for an Abby and end up seeing a Gerion, do you?”
“…No, sir.”
“So, no more bribing people, got me?”
“Got it, sir,” Gerion said, looking down at the floor. “Anything else?”
“Yeah. You’re on Wall-duty. Congrats.”
The pigeon whipped his head back up, lower beak falling open.
“What? But –”
“Just because I gotta call you on your shit doesn’t mean that you ain’t getting a turn. I just gotta make sure that you only go in when your name comes up. No more cheating. Got me?”
“…Got it, sir. I promise. And – last night?”
“Whatcha talking about? That was just you showing off for a coworker when we were both off shift. That’s it. Got me?”
Gerion nodded. No bringing it up, no referencing it, and no trying it again. Much as it had been rather fun to show off like that and –
No, probably best not to tempt himself with that. The pigeon was getting what he wanted, and he really, really didn’t want to tempt fate. That said…
“You want something else?” Emory asked, the Doberman putting his cigarette back to his lips.
“Well, I was hoping…”
“Spit it out, kid.”
“Any chance that I can get the hypno-treatment, too? I know that it’s meant more for punishment, but…”
Emory chuckled, the older dog shaking his head. The way that he leaned back in his chair, the way that his shirt pulled tight over his gut, the way that the light flickered off an exposed fang: it turned the Doberman from the middle-aged manager to a hunting dog slightly past his prime. It was hot.
“You want to be all drooly?”
“Well…maybe not drooly, but…”
“After lunch.”
“Thanks, boss.”
“No problem. Now, strip off and get to the Wall.”
“Thanks!”
Gerion turned on the spur of his talons, walking out the door. His face pulled up in such a grin that it hurt, and he was already pulling at the buttons of his shirt as he walked back through the locker room. Everyone could already tell what kind of news he’d gotten, and he could hear them muttering as they rolled their eyes.
“Lucky ass.”
“Getting lucky with that ass later.”
“Swear that he lives for the Wall.”
“Hey, you get paid time and a half for getting literally fucked instead of figuratively? I’d take it if they made it a permanent position.”
So would about half the workforce, Gerion imagined. He might be the one that went for it more for the sex than the pay, but that didn’t mean that the higher paycheck wasn’t a serious bonus.
The Wall, as the employees and everyone else called it, was a morale-boosting service that the higher-ups had declared about six months back. They’d said that, with the decriminalization of some sex work, they were not above putting some different rewards in for employees. Pizza parties were a thing of the past: these days, that extra money went toward compensating employees in a pleasurable raffle that shuffled the kink duties between them.
Gerion walked from the locker rooms through the front part of the warehouse, past the loading docks, and over to the big chunk of wood that had been hastily assembled and later reinforced six months back. It had been stood up with six holes in it back then, but a month later, two more walls had been added. They had holes in them, too, but they connected to the original warehouse wall, sealing off the space inside from prying eyes.
Employees on the floor and laborers in the warehouse worked one side in view of everyone else. Higher-ups and visitors used the sealed space for their pleasure.
As Gerion walked by some of the other workers, he continued stripping down. His pants got left on the loading docks, and he walked past with nothing but a jockstrap on. A pair of foxes smirked as he walked by, snapping their teeth at the bird.
“Gonna get you on lunch break!” one of them shouted, cupping their crotch. “Gonna fuck the shit outta you.”
“I’ll be lubed and ready!” Gerion shouted back.
“Don’t doubt it, cum-slut!”
He could only imagine the amount of cum he’d be dripping by lunch break. The rest of the guys would be coming down then, but he’d have some customers before that. The floor manager, for one, and probably a couple of the other guys that were just getting off shift that wanted to bust a nut before heading home. They’d want an experienced hole for that, and while he wasn’t exactly a gaping gutter-slut like some of the Wall-sluts, he was…well, he was pretty well-practiced.
He finally reached the Wall itself. Most of the holes were empty, probably just getting off-shift, but two of the ones in the original wall were filled. One had a ring-tail poking out with a soft, wide rump and a dripping pussy just below, while the other had a long, slender rat tail poking up and around, hitting the floor and half-hiding the balls that were just beneath it. Gerion walked over and leaned against the wall.
“Hey, Sarah, Jeremy.”
“Oh, it’s the bird-boi-bitch,” the rat said, tail twitching, voice muffled from coming through the other side of the wall. “Coming on shift or coming to use us?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Sarah said. “Since when did Gerion use his dick for anything but pissing?”
“Heh, good point.”
“Come on, guys, I’m just here for the –”
“Dick?” Sarah suggested.
“Nah, cum; I bet you he pushes it out into a doggy dish and licks it clean before he goes home,” Jeremy said, laughing.
“Come on, guys, I’m not that bad…”
Honestly, worse. There’d been one day when he’d come out of the hole, gone to the nearest bathroom, and pushed out everything that’d been squirted into him into a water bottle and taken it home. That had been his lube for the next few days. All clean, of course – the company didn’t take risks like that – but that had been a naughty, raunchy sort of situation for him, and he still shivered as he thought about it.
“Besides, you two aren’t exactly clean,” he said, hiking up one leg on the rim of his hole and sliding a finger under his tail-feathers. “Sarah, how many times did you get bred this morning?”
“Uh…five vaginally, one anally,” the raccoon admitted. “But condom, every time.”
“She doesn’t want to catch kid,” Jeremy added, chuckling.
“Says the rodent that got his ass fisted first thing in the morning,” Sarah said.
“Hey, at least it fits me.”
“At least I still can keep my holes tight.”
It was the familiar banter of the slut-times, as far as Gerion was concerned, and he smiled as he worked two fingers past his hole. The scales along his fingers were the same sort of bumpy texture as the ones around his talons, and it was always a nice little treat to work them toward his prostate and rub it a few times. His cock, not that dissimilar from a thick-based tendril, slowly emerged. His balls, inside, were starting to churn away in anticipation for the hard-use that they were going to get.
As the rat and raccoon continued to tease each other, he pumped out some lube onto his other hand. Once he could fit three fingers in dry, he pulled his hand back and slathered the rest of his fingers with lube, running it over the back of his hand and over his palm. Another couple of pumps just to be sure, then –
Squelch.
“Mmmph…ah…ah…”
“And that’s how a real slut preps himself,” Jeremy said, chuckling, the rat’s tail twitching from side to side. “Listen to him. He’s fisting himself full of lube for our coworkers.”
“Heh. Well, at least he can take the big ones. I’m not letting Grant anywhere near my ass or pussy again; he left me split open for a week last time.”
“Oh, I’ll take Grant…mmmph…I want that stallion bad…”
Gerion blushed as he said it, but he wasn’t lying. The Wall had given him just enough confidence to know that he could be good enough for the studs in the work force, but that didn’t mean that he had the confidence to go approaching them himself. He just…knew that if they came looking for relief at the Wall that he could take them. And that was hot. It was nice to have dreams for partners.
He popped his hand in and out of his ass, working handfuls of lube into his depth. Sometimes he forced his fingers in as straight as he could keep them, other times he curled them into a fist once they were inside and ‘popped’ his hand out of his hole. More than once, he would have fallen face-first onto the ground if he hadn’t been leaning on the wall, but…fuck, fuck it felt good to have that fullness back there.
Finally, the pigeon pulled his hand out of his ass. He wobbled, his knees shaking as he lowered himself to the hole and crawled through.
“Nice to have you join us,” Jeremy said, nodding. “How long you in?”
“As long as Emory will let me,” the pigeon muttered, dragging himself through until he felt his cock hit the edge of the hole. “There we go…”
He had Jeremy to his right and Sarah just past the rat. All three of them were lying down on a padded board that extended basically to their chins, including a lower spot where they could cross their arms if they wanted to hang them further down. On the other side of the hole, the padded ring supported their waist, and several tiers of padded blocks allowed employees the chance to ‘kneel’ back there, with their feet pointed back, or stand with their soles against the ground, or any number of other positions.
For Gerion, it was easier to ‘kneel’ with his knees on other padded blocks and his feet hanging off the edge of the padded spot. It left more options for his coworkers.
As he shuffled into place, getting more comfortable, Sarah arched her back. The raccoon female lowered her head into her arms, huffing.
“Hoooo, that’s not fair…”
“Someone rubbing your clit?” Jeremy asked.
“Mmmph…nope…”
“Rimming?” Gerion guessed.
“Mmm-hmm. And it’s a deep one – fuuuuuuck, I think it’s Robert.”
“The frog?” Gerion blinked. “Why – ooooooh. That deep?”
“Mmmmm-hmm.”
As Sarah thumped her fist against her padded support, Gerion imagined how that would feel. He was more used to being fucked – and fucked rough, for that matter – but the idea of a tongue going as deep as a frog could push it was…kinda hot. Particularly the idea of it flicking out with all the force that they were reputed to have.
Forget getting fisted. Getting tongue-fucked by someone with that kind of mouth muscle…
A tongue ‘punch’ that deep would probably go right into his guts, stirring him up and making him throb in seconds. Damn. That was a pretty fun thought. Maybe he should find out if there were any gay frogs that might take him up on that –
Gerion stiffened up as someone grabbed him from behind. Couldn’t see, obviously, but – oh, those were big hands, the fingers long enough to have a thumb on the small of his back and the fingertips themselves curling near the base of his cock. Size difference, thick digits, meaty, calloused palms –
“Ah…mmmm…”
“Seriously?” Jeremy asked, looking back at him. “You just get in and someone wants your ass?”
“Nnngh…g-guess so…”
He huffed as the unseen, meaty thumbs pulled at his rim, pulling his asshole open before –
Hck-ptooie.
His cock twitched and his talons curled as he felt the glob of spit join the flood of lube inside his ass. Fuck, that was hot.
“Nnnngh…I – I think it’s Grant,” Gerion huffed, squirming as much as the hole let him. “He’s – he’s got a good grip on me – mmmph!”
“What? What’s he doing?”
“Thuuuuuumbs.”
They were digging in from either side of his rim, jabbing into his hole and spreading it wider. He could feel the friction, the heat, the tightness that came from that sudden insertion, but more, just the feeling of everything being pulled taut. His asshole could stretch around his fist with enough lube without a problem, but it was completely different to have someone actually tugging at his rim and forcing it to stretch open. He huffed into his arm with shivers running up and down his spine, barely keeping the whimpers behind his beak.
Then the hands let him go, his cheeks slapping together again. It lasted for half a second before they were pulled apart once more, this time leaving him oozing lube and that loogie in his hole. It ran down his taint, past the base of his cock –
Ptooie.
Another one, this time hot and right on his rim. He whimpered, trying and failing to clench as the stallion held his hole open.
Yep, had to be Grant; the flared tip of a horse cock against his hole couldn’t be anyone else.
“Mmmmmph, god, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Heh, always hotter when you can’t tell what he’s going to do next, isn’t it?” Jeremy said, looking from him to Sarah. “Still getting rimmed?”
“Mmmm-hmmmm. He’s jerking off on my feet and eating my ass.”
“Freak.”
“C-care to narrow – ah! Narrow that down?” Gerion panted.
The pigeon had to clench his beak as the horse cock pushed deeper, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. The flare was always the hardest part, thicker than his fist by some way and yet so, so, so good as it forced his rim further and further out. He could feel the sheer heat of the shaft, too, something that he never really noticed when he was watching someone fuck him. The Wall just…just made it so much hotter with it in the way, forcing him to be nothing but a hole available for the workers and –
POP!
Everything went limp as the flare finally popped in, and he slumped down against the pad. His tongue hung out of his beak for a moment as he shivered from head to toe, and Jeremy laughed.
“There he goes. Bet you anything he cums his brains out in a bit.”
“Mmmmph…”
“Heh, yeah, you – FUCK!”
Jeremy’s turn, the rat slamming a fist down against his own support. The three of them stopped talking as they were used in line, grunting, huffing, whimpering, whining, and otherwise just letting out the sounds of hard-use and sex.
In.
POP!
Out.
In.
POP!
Out.
Grant was fucking his hole in, forcing it to give in and bend and deform for the proper shape of horse cock. The weight behind every thrust made it impossible for him to keep it out. Not that he wanted to – there was something amazing about being filled to the brim with something that thick – but god, it was just so…effortless the way that the draft horse kept slamming it in.
Every inch down his hole made him feel that much hotter, and he could barely breathe as he felt the medial ring first kiss his pucker. He arched his back that little bit further that the hole allowed, trying to keep himself at the perfect, fuckable level –
“FUCKING NNNNNNGH!”
Sarah was cumming down the line, the raccoon probably showering her partner in squirt. He barely noticed; he was focused on the sucking, sliding, heavy feeling of the medial ring passing through his pucker and rubbing against his prostate.
He couldn’t move, didn’t want to move or resist. Instead, he just focused on breathing as that heavy horse cock went deeper and deeper, bulging his stomach at one point as it worked him over. His cock oozed so much pre-cum against his stomach and thighs that he swore that he was basically painting himself.
Didn’t care.
Too good.
In, out, in, out, that cock went, grinding him closer and closer to orgasm. The flare was digging into his guts, pulling out the lube that he’d shoved inside and replacing it with pre-cum. The constant grinding and popping from the flare and medial ring were driving him nuts, leaving him unable to breathe more than the shortest, sharpest gasps.
In. Out. In. Out. In-out-in-out-in-out –
There was a sudden stomp outside, followed by the flood that he’d been waiting for, a gushing heat that shot straight into his core. Horse cock was pushed back by the pure pressure of a horse’s orgasm, rushing through him, coating his inner walls and filling his guts to the brim. The pigeon ground his face back and forth against his padded bench, whimpering and moaning as his insides clenched down hard.
“Mmmph…fucking…Gerion just popped,” Jeremy muttered, clearly getting railed himself. “Fuck…fucking…”
“Mmmmph…didn’t…didn’t cum,” the pigeon corrected. “Just filled.”
“Damn…”
Then came the slow sliding out. The flare wasn’t going down yet; if anything, it was thicker on the way out than it had been on the way in, giving him a hard reminder of just how much space that thing took up. Further, further, further it went, slowly pulling back until it was right at his rim. He clenched down, feeling it suck at his hole until –
POP!
“Mmmmmmph…”
The sudden heat of a waterfall of cum was amazing. It just stained everything back there, and as he curled his legs a bit, his talons were drenched as they fell under the waterfall of seed. God, fuck…that was so good.
And it was only the start.
#
Four hours later…
Gerion panted for breath as a canine knot popped out of his ass. Might have been Emory, he thought once his hole was properly gaped again, empty and grasping at nothing. Could have been. Would have been hot.
As he sucked air, slowly pulling his head back out of the clouds, he looked to his side. Jeremy was huffing and puffing, too; from the sounds of things, the rat had been double-teamed by the foxes from earlier, the pair of them finagling a position that allowed both of them to fuck his ass at the same time. He didn’t know how the flexible pair had done it, but he knew that it could happen.
Sarah, on the other hand, looked a little calmer. She was sitting up and tapping the tablet at her side.
“Ordering…lunch?” Gerion asked.
“Mm-hmm. You want anything?”
“Grains. Lots of grains.”
“I’ll put you down for oatmeal and a veggie wrap.”
“Mmmph.”
He lowered his head to his arms again, taking a few minutes to get his breath back. Fuck, he loved the Wall shifts, but they were draining in a whole different way. Hours in the hole getting fucked was a very different exercise routine than walking the warehouse, picking product, and taking the heavy shit to be boxed up and shipped out. This…this was just enduring it.
As his hole clenched and released, occasionally pushing out a bubble that he could just barely hear, he focused on pulling himself back together. He still had another four hours in the hole before he could get out, and that meant that he had to focus on making sure that he stayed pleasurable for anyone that came to him. For all that the Wall shift meant that he didn’t have to work a typical day, he still had to be appealing to fuck. Someone that came up and rated him badly later could end up kicking him off the Wall shift completely.
So, the pigeon started working his kegels. Clench, squeeze, hold. Clench, squeeze, hold. He could feel his asshole slowly coming together again, the puffy rim touching itself again. The endless flow of cum from his pucker started to slacken off and he told himself that was because he was tightening up again and not because he was running out.
Gerion felt about halfway there when the door on the other side of the enclosed chamber opened. He blinked, looking up –
And huffed. It was Jonathan, the district manager, and the gold-horned bull smirked as he shut the door behind him.
“My, my, my. Quite the collection of Wall sluts today,” the bull said, pulling on his tie with one hand and adjusting his suit with the other. “I’ll have my pick for the lunchtime relief, it seems.”
“Ah, fuck, not you,” Jeremy muttered.
“Heh, yes, me. What, you were expecting Deborah?”
“Least her asshole tastes good,” the rat said.
“Anything tastes good with enough hypnosis, rat. Speaking of, I was told by your supervisor the visors needed to be activated around lunch. Just to keep you all in the right frame of mind for your job, of course.”
Gerion had been waiting for this. The others, less so. The pigeon leaned his head back as Jonathan pressed a button by the door, the visors attached to the holes descending on mechanical arms and fitting over their eyes. It pressed against his face with a soft whoosh, sucking away the air and vacuum-sealing against his face.
Instantly, the visor turned on, flickering into a purple-red spiral. He moaned, already eagerly staring into the middle of the shimmering haze, looking for the words –
Ass-slut.
Cum-guzzler.
Musk-huffer.
There they were. He latched onto the words, riding them as he stared into the little pinprick black hole in the middle of the spiral, eagerly offering his attention and his thoughts to the machine.
Sink deeper.
Open further.
Give up.
Give in.
Be a hole.
Hole-slut. Wall-slut. Yes. Gerion threw all his embarrassment, all his worries, all his tiredness into that hole in the spiral, letting it suck it all away and pulling the words and names into his mind.
Ass-slut. Cum-guzzler. Musk-huffer. Yes. He loved those thoughts.
The more that he stared, the more that his cock twitched between his legs, but the thought of that disappeared just like the awareness of his tiredness. He moaned as he leaned his head back a little bit, a finger under his chin encouraging him to look ‘up.’ A cock slapped against his face –
Cock-sucker.
Ball-worshiper.
Bitch-boi.
More and more truths flashed before him as he sank deeper, growing more and more relaxed. It barely took any pressure to the side of his beak to make him open his mouth, and he remained happily limp and still as a bull cock slid over his tongue and into his throat.
Spirals turned, and his thoughts faded away, replaced with a happy, humming, buzzing feeling that was almost like suppressed ecstasy. His brain had the same fuzzy hum that it always did just before he went over the edge to an orgasm, but the longer the spiral turned, the more that the fuzzy-hum grew, like it was building itself up, getting stronger with each passing second. He loved it; he wanted more of it.
Gluk, gluk, gluk. The cock went down his throat into his neck. He barely noticed; all of his attention was on the spiral, throwing himself deeper, training himself on it. He was going to be a good cock-sucker, a good ball-worshiper, a good bitch-boi. The bird wanted that, needed that, craved being the best in the building and –
Something smooth rubbed his asshole on the other side of the wall. Something tapered, something scaly. He didn’t know what it was, didn’t care; the spiral was all.
And so he kept staring, kept thinking the words that popped up. Ass-slut. Cum-guzzler. Musk-huffer. He snorted as the bull went balls-deep in his throat, sucking in the scent of the other man even as a tongue played over the head of his cock.
Gerion sunk further and further into the spirals, forgetting about the other days, the other kind of work that he did. There was no need to think about painful labor when he was getting a cock down his throat. There was no need to consider how he’d do better on the work floor when he had a tail sliding up his ass.
He was a slut, after all. A Wall-slut, a hole that happened to hang free for all to use. He moaned around the thick bull dick in his throat, swallowing around it, encouraging it to go deeper, and on the outskirts of his attention, he could hear the others moaning almost as eagerly as they were used.
Good hole.
Good slut.
Good bitch.
Yes. He would be a good bitch. He would be the best bitch. Best bitch bird that ever lived.
And as the narrow, forked tongue on his dick started to flick around his urethra, threatening a sounding thrust to go along with the tail in his ass, the hypnotized pigeon just readied himself to accept it.
He wanted it.
Needed it.
Required it.
Best bitch-bird slut.
The End
Summary: And so we get to the Hole in the Wall part of the Kink-Tober stories, where a pigeon enjoys being put in the hole in the wall relief quarter of the company warehouse. Enjoy the free-use.