FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note:

I'll add my usual caveat here at the top of the story: It's important to keep in mind that when it comes to Blackstone stories, very rarely does the protagonist "win". In fact, in my stories, having the protagonist come out on top is a very rare occurrence.

For those of you who decide to keep reading, just understand that my stories tend to be ultra-kinky and can be a bit dark. But if that's your jam, I hope you enjoy!

As always, thanks for reading.

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The handcuffed and gagged mouse squirmed as the pitch black hood was pulled off his head, his confused and fearful eyes blinking against the light as he tried to figure out where he was.

Immediately Levi noticed that he and two larger men were standing in what looked to be someone's living room. Perhaps the large elephant's as the older man seemed perfectly relaxed in his casual wear, mixed drink in hand.

"This is it?" the elephant asked, barely bothering to glance over to the mouse.

It took Levi a moment to realize the word "it" was supposed to refer to him. A small portion of his fear receded as feelings of anger and frustration rose up. As a part-time prostitute who traded blowjobs for college tuition money, he'd had plenty of bad experiences with "customers," but getting literally kidnapped by one was definitely a new low.

"Yes sir," the lion said, who had been the one to flash enough hundred dollar bills that Levi had been willing to follow the man into the nearby wooded park. An incredibly poor decision, it turned out.

"This is the provider I told you about," the maned lion continued, still holding Levi's arm in a powerful grip. "I'm going to install him now, unless you have any objections."

Again the elephant's eyes glanced over Levi, mildly curious but otherwise not seeming to be terribly interested. The mouse didn't know whether to be insulted or relieved.

"I thought it was supposed to be a girl?" the older man said after a pause.

The lion nodded at this and said, "Sure, but the original target must have taken the night off and I recalled you saying you didn't really care. This one fits all the primary criteria, so it should be fine, yeah?"

For the first time the elephant really looked at Levi, taking the sight of the twenty year old prostitute in. The mouse had never felt more judged in his life as the stern gaze of the clearly well-off gentlemen looked his gagged form up and down.

Finally he shrugged.

"It's fine. Go ahead and install it. You don't need me for that, right? I have a social engagement I need to depart for shortly."

Again with the 'it'. This elephant was really starting to piss Levi off.

The lion, who once seemed so handsome and friendly to Levi and who now just seemed scary, shook his head.

"No sir, I got it from here. But this will be your one opportunity to directly communicate with the provider, if you had anything you wanted to say."

This time the elephant didn't bother glancing over as he turned around and spoke over his shoulder saying, "I expect you to be worth the money I've spent on this. Don't disappoint me, mouse."

Levi had no idea what either of the two men were talking about as the lion gently but firmly guided him out of the room. And with the gag still in his mouth, it's not like he'd been given the opportunity to ask questions.

As if reading his mind the man said, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions but things should become clear shortly. I'll go ahead and explain a few points while we get things set up. But first, let me say that if you try to make a run for it, I'm going to take your balls in my hand and squeeze as hard as I can. I guarantee you that it'll be the worst pain you've experienced in your life. Nod if you understand me."

The mouse nodded frantically at that. The mercenary-like lion had already proven to be much stronger than him and since he'd arrived hooded, Levi had no idea where he was or even if there was anywhere nearby to run to.

"Good. Just be an obedient little provider and everything will go much smoother for you."

Much to the mouse's surprise, the lion proceeded to cut off every article of clothing using a heavy-duty pair of scissors. The task was done methodically but with speed as though the man had plenty of practice doing this in the past. That thought only served to rattle Levi's nerves even further.

"Okay, we'll keep this simple," the lion went on as he cut away the handcuffed mouse's clothes until he was stripped naked. "Fact one, fact two, and fact three."

Levi noticed the man didn't even bother to look at him as he spoke. It was like the jerk was talking "at" him rather than "to" him. He tried to hold onto that anger because it was better than pissing himself in fear.

"Fact one, your old life is over and I'm here to introduce you to your new life. I got a nice new home for you to move into and it has everything you need to live. Food, water, and a place to sleep. Even better, you'll never need to pay a single dollar in rent. See how generous the elephant is to you?"

As he spoke, the lion reached out and pinched one of the mouse's nipples, just because he could. Levi tried to protest but the gag rendered any words he might have said unintelligible.

"Fact two, your new life comes with a new job. Your new job is simple: You are to provide high-quality blowjobs to each and every cock that pokes into your new home. And you're going to make sure that every blowjob you give is the best possible blowjob you can possibly give."

Now the lion was using his hands to hurt both of Levi's nipples, squeezing and twisting extra hard when the young man tried to pull away. The message was clear: Let me do what I want or I'll make sure it hurts more.

"Fact three, failure to provide faultless service will result in punishment. You will not enjoy being punished so I suggest you get with the program and be the best little blowjob provider you can possibly be."

Having made that threat, the lion used his thumb pads to soothe the nipples he'd just tortured, rubbing over them in small circles as if to gentle away the hurt he'd just caused.

"Now, I know you're confused and probably scared, but don't worry. It's really hard to fuck up this job. Near impossible, really. A sound alerts you that it's time to serve, a cock comes in the room, and you get to work. Simple, right? Even a silly little boy-whore like you can't fuck it up."

The kidnapper let Levi's nipples go and instead reached around his body and started playing with his ass cheeks -- one cheek for each palm. But the man didn't even acknowledge this fact as he continued to speak at the mouse.

"Looks like you're almost ready to be installed into your new home. The only last item to take care of is your uniform. Be good for me while I put this on you and I'll allow you one question before I introduce you to your new home. Nod if you understand me."

Levi didn't really understand much of anything that was happening right at that moment, but he nodded just to avoid pissing off the big lion that was playing with his ass like it was his personal property.

What happened next involved lots of lube, a much too small chastity device, and a heavy duty ridged, hollow sound that was fed into Levi's urethra over the gagged mouse's protesting squeals.

"Shhh, pretty whore. Almost done here. Just need to double check everything before I ratchet the gear closed. And... Everything looks good. This will work just fine and should help you to focus on what's important. Which certainly isn't this pink mouse toy between your legs. Not too cramped, is it? Feel free to speak up if it's too tight."

The lion laughed as Levi attempted to speak past his gag.

"I was just kidding, boy. I don't really care if you think it's too tight. But, I did promise you a question, didn't I? So here, let me get those handcuffs and the gag off, and you can ask your question."

True to his word, the lion produced a key from his jeans pocket to take off the handcuffs, shortly followed by the gag. At the same time, he pressed hidden somewhere on the wall to open a small door that Levi hadn't even noticed was there.

Then the lion looked at the mouse, expectantly.

"Well? Any last words, cutie?"

Levi had a million things he wanted to say, but what popped out of the mouse's finally gag-free mouth was a simple question.

"...Why? Why are you doing this?" Levi asked in a small, pathetic voice.

Hearing this, the lion rolled his eyes as he positioned the barely resisting mouse in front of the newly opened door.

"That seems like a bit of a stupid question, doesn't it? But it's your question to waste, so sure, I'll answer. I'm doing this because I'm being paid to do it. I'm in the business of installing automatic blowjob providers and you're part of the latest job. Can't have a blowjob provider without a provider, right? Now, no more questions. Get in."

But Levi had no interest in stepping into the white room behind him. Eyes darting around in panic, the mouse began pleading for his life.

"W-wait, this isn't right! Can't we talk about this and--"

Suddenly all the air was violently expelled from Levi's lungs as he was punched in the stomach. Then, before he recovered enough to understand what was happening, he was forcefully shoved into the well lit all-white room.

"I said one question, whore. The customer isn't the only one with things to do tonight. Try to enjoy your new life and try your hardest to suck those cocks as best you can. Remember, my reputation as a businessman is on the line."

Levi barely heard the man as he struggled to draw fresh air into his suddenly uncooperative lungs.

"Speaking about my reputation, if you ever even think about biting anyone, I'll come back and take your balls. I won't be gentle or kind about it either. I'll probably take your teeth, too, just to make sure it doesn't happen again. But aside from that, I'm fine with letting you keep your masculine bits as long as you stay a good boy. So, do your best to behave or I'll have to come back and make things even harder on you."

The mouse tried to parse the words. He really did. Something about the man gelding him? It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. Levi tried to stand up.

"Oh, and one final bit of advice. It's a sure bet that the first cock to slip into your new home is going to belong to the elephant you just met, your owner. I suggest you get over your misplaced sense of pride and go down on him like it's your sole purpose in life -- because starting today it is. Not just because first impressions are important but because he has the power to make your life miserable."

They were, what? Holding him captive? But why? Surely not to try to ransom him for money? It's not like anyone in his family was particularly wealthy. The prostitute's brain tried and failed to make sense of the situation as the lion kept talking.

"Or you can resist and figure out for yourself why that's a bad idea. Either way, my work here is done. We won't be meeting again. Sayonara , mouse. Enjoy the dick cage. I bought that special, just for you. Something to remember me by, yeah?"

Then the lion winked at him, blew him a sarcastic kiss, and closed the door.

Soundlessly the hatch slid shut before it clicked forward, becoming seamless with the wall. To the stunned mouse's eyes, he couldn't even tell that there'd been a door there in the first place.

Levi finally managed to make himself stand as one of his hands subconsciously tugged at the uncomfortably tight chastity cage. This unfortunately had the side effect of tugging on the ridged sound that was held in place by the locked on cage. It was too tight -- much too tight -- but the front flat disk didn't look like it was going to budge without some sort of specialty tool.

The youth forced his hands down to his side, knowing that yanking and tugging would only make it hurt worse.

"H-hello?" the mouse called out, his voice imploring and pitiful. "You should know that... I charge extra for kink play! And there has to be a safe word. ...Hello? Is anyone there?"

But no matter how loudly Levi called out, no one answered him and no one re-opened the door. It really seemed like both the lion and the rude elephant had left him alone in there. Slowly it dawned on the college boy that he was trapped.

With a gulp, he looked around the small room, his eyes going wide at what he saw. Things were going from bad to worse. Much, much worse.

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Service Day 1

Levi didn't have an exact sense of time because there was no clock or way to track the passage of time in the main 'room' (which was barely large enough to be called a room).

The mouse thought that perhaps he'd be trapped for about half a day, part of which he'd spent sleeping. An extremely boring half a day as there truly wasn't anything to do in the small prison that the lion had called his new home.

Though Levi had spent several hours both before and after his nap examining and pushing against every part of the floor and wall. He would have tried the same on every part of the ceiling if he could have reached it but it was just a few inches too high. In the main room, anyway.

Which wasn't to say that the two small rooms were completely empty. The main room had three metal disks built into the wall that Levi assumed were some form of weird gloryholes. Each had what appeared to be a red, unlit LED light above it and the young man could only assume that it would light up or flash when the metallic iris opened.

Other than that, there was pathetically little else. There were downward facing light panels (only in the larger room), a small mouthwash station darkened in the 'bedroom' that seemed to dispense a small amount of mouthwash, what looked to be seamless shower heads built into the ceiling (in both rooms), and tiny drainage holes built into the floor.

Most worrying was the lack of toilet but Levi soon realized that the reason for this was due to the all-liquid diet, which meant that soon solid waste wasn't going to be an issue for him. Which was terrifying to think about: That he'd be trapped here, waiting for rescue long enough that he'd come to depend on this less than delightful liquid food supply.

Shamefully, the only way to imbibe the tasteless, somewhat thickened liquid food was to suck it out of a durable-seeming plug. Making matters worse, the hydrating liquid food didn't come out easily and so twice now Levi had to make a concerted effort to suck out his dinner and breakfast.

The act was humiliating, to say the least and Levi hated it, like he hated everything about this doorless prison he found himself trapped in.

Just as the mouse was getting ready for another extended round of self pity, an angry beeping sound went off so loud that Levi yelped and practically leapt off the floor. He had no idea what the hell was happening or what that sound meant until he realized that an LED was lighting up over one of the three gloryholes, which was already beginning to open.

Levi thought that perhaps he should taken this opportunity to cry and scream for help but all coherent thoughts spilled out of his head as he watched a flaccid, but still quite large, elephant cock press through the gloryhole until it dangled from the hole, making a meaty slapping noise as it flopped against his side of the wall.

After that, the beeping ceased after just a few seconds (though the red LED stayed on) and... Nothing happened. The soft, slightly twitching cock just hung there, waiting.

Honestly it didn't even occur to Levi to do anything with the penis that had pressed its way into his prison. Not even when the shaft began to grow firmer and firmer, as if the appendage were seeking him out.

Long seconds ticked by as Levi waited to see what would happen. It was only when the half-hard elephant dick began to extract itself from the gloryhole that the college boy and part-time prostitute even recalled the lion's words. Words about making a good first impression. About doing his 'job' and providing 'service'. About punishment and misery.

When the gloryhole silently closed and he was left alone again in the unbelievably quiet, always-lit room, Levi wondered if that was it. If that's all that would happen. A minute or later, he learned that his inaction (intentional or otherwise) would not be simply ignored.

At first, it wasn't clear what was happening, or that anything was happening at all. But as the minutes ticked by, it became obvious that the white prison was growing warmer and warmer. Uncomfortably warm. Hot, even. Middle of summer in the sweltering jungle hot.

Mercifully, it didn't quite reach 'baking' temperatures but it was damn uncomfortable. It was obvious to the young man that he was being punished for not sucking the elephant's cock. For not sucking the cock of the horrible man who'd paid money to have him kidnapped and 'installed' here.

As if he'd ever give that asshole the satisfaction of a blowjob! Levi didn't care how many hours the jerk turned up the temperature, he'd never give in. The fucker!

Levi headed into the dimly lit, lightly padded sleeping room and tried to ignore his growing sense of dread as the oppressive heat weighed on his senses and his patience. But even sleeping proved difficult with the room having grown so warm.

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Service Day 2

Levi was awoken the second day not to the alarm-like sound of beeping but to sputtering as lukewarm water sprayed down upon him.

For a brief second the half-asleep mouse thought there'd been a water leak in the roof of his apartment and he was being sprayed with water while in his bed. Then in a horrible flash, the events of the last day or so came back to him, along with the truth of his current circumstances.

It took Levi the better part of a minute to realize he was being showered. Involuntarily showered, as it were. Leaning over to glance into the main room, the mouse saw that water was raining down in there as well. So, there'd be no escaping shower time, it appeared. The mouse wasn't too upset about that because like any sane adult, he hated being dirty. Still, it would have been nice to have a say in the matter.

Five minutes later, the body-temperature water cut off and the floor began to form tiny puddles as any sizable body of water made their way down the smooth, well-distributed floor drains.

It was only then that Levi noticed that it was still hot. Except, it wasn't so terrible at that very moment since his fur was wet. But the prisoner knew that this dampness wouldn't last forever and soon he'd be just as grossly uncomfortable as the day before.

But even still, he wasn't going to give in to the man's mind games. He wasn't going to suck that selfish, stupid monster's dick. Never! He absolutely refused!

If there was one thing Levi was sure of, it was that he wasn't going to reward his own kidnapper's inexcusable behavior with a blowjob. The elephant could lean over and suck his own cock if he wanted to get off that badly!

'At least he can get off,' Levi thought glumly as he glanced down at the cage that was squeezing his length down to less than an inch. The lion had really gone overboard in seeming to go out of his way to find the strictest, smallest cage he could buy.

Not only did it make erections impossible, it also crushed his mousehood down such that there really wasn't much of anything to play with. Even attempting to do so would be like trying to stroke a crushed soda can. The thing was pitiless and, as far as Levi could tell, impossible to pull off or slip out of.

"Who the hell even makes cages this small or uncomfortable? Well... at least I can piss through it..." he mumbled to himself, trying to find the silver lining even as he laid around with nothing to do.

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Service Day 3

It had been a deeply unpleasant, hot two days. At least, Levi thought it was about two days. With how miserable the heat was, he wasn't totally sure whether it was actually three days or if it only felt that long. Hell, maybe this was still day two? He couldn't say for sure how much time had passed and that fact bothered the mouse.

He missed his phone. His phone had everything on it. The current time. His music. The internet. Messages with his friends. Food ordering apps. Oh man, the mouse would just about kill for a greasy burger after two days of tasteless slop.

By this point, Levi had gone over every inch of his prison time and again. He'd especially focused on the three blowjob ports, hoping that they might be a structural weak point, being installed in holes in the wall. But no such luck. If anything, the metallic blowjob hole installations appeared even sturdier than the rest of the wall, which appeared plenty sturdy itself.

He'd been extra thorough checking everything over because he'd been bored. Unimaginably bored. And the only thing to take his mind off the boredom was his own (mostly boring) thoughts and the despicable heat.

A heat that was finally beginning to dissipate, he eventually noticed. The room was oh-so-slowly cooling down. What a miserable couple of days that had been. The literal worst. Levi felt like he'd just escaped an oven but unfortunately he hadn't actually managed to escape from anywhere. All that had happened was that the punishment had ended. The punishment for failing to suck off one of the worst people in the world. A rich asshole that he'd only briefly met once and didn't even know the name of.

The man hadn't even wanted him! He'd said he wanted some girl. Which probably meant the lion had been talking about Jewel, a female mouse about Levi's height who hadn't been out on the corner that night.

A selfish part of him wished that she had been there. Then it would be someone else who had to deal with all this mess and wait for rescue, rather than him. Besides, Jewel could be kind of a stuck up bitch at times. Hell, Levi once saw her steal from a customer.

It should be Jewel trapped in this room, staring down an elephant cock and dealing with this heat. At least she'd sort of deserve it, at least a little. What had Levi ever done to anyone? He never cursed anyone off. He never slipped cash out of a distracted customer's wallet. He never made fun of a man's dick after they drove away. It wasn't fair that he'd been grabbed just because Jewel wasn't there!

Then the prostitute's mounting resentment was derailed by a loud beeping noise. The pit of his stomach felt like it lurched downward as the gloryhole quietly opened again, the red light once again flashing above.

Levi gulped down despair as the same cock from before pushed into his prison cell. Except this time it wasn't flaccid. Not even a little. It was very much erect. Erect, needy, and already dripping with precum.

He stared at the intimidating, vein-streaked length as the girthy beast flexed and swung, drooping slightly from its own mass, the tip noticeably glistening with precum.

Then Levi was faced with a choice. He could get on his knees and suck this guy off or he could put up with two more days of god-awful heat. Or maybe even longer, if the asshole wanted to punish him even more severely.

But... Levi wasn't ready or willing to give in. He was majoring in Criminal Justice at college and sucking off his own tormenter was a bridge too far. He didn't want to give this man any sort of pleasure and he certainly didn't want to reward this man's even deeds with a blowjob.

And so Levi didn't move. And for a while, neither did the cock pressing into his room. It just hung there, waiting, as it bobbed. In turn the mouse just stared at it, also waiting. Minutes ticked by. Two. Then three. Four. Around five long minutes passed.

Finally the cock withdrew. Levi wished he could feel relief but all he felt was dread. Because now that awful heat was going to come.

Except, it didn't. Not immediately anyway.

What happened next shocked Levi to his core. On the other side of the room, the ceiling-mounted transparent liquid food reservoir began to be refilled. But not with fresh food. Oh no. It was being refilled with a steady stream of yellow piss.

It took Levi a moment to process what he was seeing. The elephant was pissing into his food supply! His sole source of hydration, nutrients, and calories. Except now, instead of being a slightly off-white color, a large quantity of elephant piss was mixing with the rest of the liquid, turning the contents of the food tank into a gradient of yellow -- brighter yellow at the top and paler yellow at the bottom. And since that reservoir was what kept him alive, the prisoner realized that sooner or later he'd be forced to put his mouth on that plug and intentionally suck the elephant's piss into his own mouth.

He'd be forced to drink piss. His captor's piss. And not once or twice but over and over until the decent sized tank was empty. Suddenly Levi didn't feel so righteous about his decision to refuse the man's unspoken but self-evident demands.

And before the mouse could properly process this most recent injustice inflicted upon him, the room began to grow colder.

Then colder and colder still. Refrigerator cold. Almost teeth-chattering cold.

And that's when Levi finally understood. He wasn't going to be given a choice about sucking off the elephant. Things were going to keep getting worse for him until he gave in and gave the man what he wanted: A blowjob.

For the first time since he'd been kidnapped, Levi let himself cry. Not having so much as a blanket to his name, he curled into a ball in the main room in an effort to preserve his own warmth as he tried to make peace with what he was going to have to do as tears spilled from his eyes.

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Service Day 5

Two days and several piss-infused meals later, Levi gave in.

When the beeping noise announced that his 'services' were being 'requested', the mouse sighed in defeat even as he knelt in front of the gloryhole.

And a few seconds later, there it was again: The biggest dick he'd ever seen. Which wasn't too surprising as he'd never had any elephant customers when he walked the streets.

This time it was only half hard. Hanging just inches in front of his face, Levi got a good look at it. Other than its size, there wasn't anything too notable about it. It was just a cock.

But that was the problem. It wasn't just a cock. It was the cock he couldn't say no to. That he couldn't refuse or ignore or push away. It was the cock that, no matter how much he detested the man it was attached to, he was going to go down on.

Not willing to risk punishment by delaying on something he'd already committed himself to doing, Levi sighed heavily and placed both hands on the shaft. He really, really didn't want to do this but he was tired of the heat. The cold. The taste of piss in his mouth. He was tired of being punished.

The thing immediately came alive in his hands, eagerly reacting to his unseen touch. The man liked being touched by his kidnapped captive, that much was clear. Levi opened his mouth and leaned forward, already hating himself for what he was about to do. For giving in. For rolling over for this freak. This monster. This criminal.

But criminal or not -- monster or not -- Levi gave the man what he wanted and began to suck. And not just suck but lick and stroke and pump and tease. After all, Levi was a prostitute and had a decent amount of experience in knowing what men liked and how to make them feel good.

The arousal fully erected in a hurry as the mouse's mouth began to taste precum. Which, unfortunately, wasn't the first flavor he had sampled from this self-same cock, though he found the precum far more agreeable than the piss-flavored goop he'd been sucking down for days.

Turning his mind away from that and other unpleasantness, such as his entire situation, Levi tried to clear his mind and focus on his work. Tried to tell himself that this was just another blowjob for another customer. That all he needed to do was go through the motions and make the man happy.

And indeed, the elephant did seem happy. Very happy in fact, based on how his shaft was reacting to the attention. For it was less than ten minutes later that Levi felt his mouth fill with huge spurts of elephant cum as he worked to swallow while still stroking the rigid shaft, pampering his kidnapper through his orgasm.

Had this been a blowjob out in an alleyway, Levi would have been tipped extra for his focus and technique.

Eventually the elephant had his fill as he slowly -- almost lethargically -- began to pull back. Like it had gotten exactly what it wanted and was now basking in its victory.

Levi's mouth was already forming words before he realized what he wanted to say. It occurred to him that this was his chance to plead his case, while he knew for sure that the elephant was on the other side of the wall.

"Hey! Hey, let me out! You had your fun, so just please, let me go! I won't tell anyone, I promise! You don't even need to pay me! Hey?! Are you listening?!"

And that was all Levi managed to get out before the cock fully withdrew and the gloryhole closed. But despite this, the college student still spent the next thirty minutes crying out, pleading for release. For mercy.

As minutes turned into hours, only silence answered him back. And while the hours ticked by, Levi did his best to ignore the growing need in his own balls. Balls which were used to getting off at least once a day and which now had almost a week of pent up cum.

The taste of the elephant's seed on his tongue only made it that much harder to ignore his own frustration. Once again his own shaft tried to grow only to immediately give up on the attempt. The cage was just much too tight for even the smallest amount of growth.

Levi squirmed as his urethra seemed to clench around the hollow sound that curved nearly all the way into his bladder. The ridges made the damn thing nearly impossible to ignore. Every shift of his legs or hips made it feel like someone was actively finger-fucking his urethra. Which made the mouse wonder if that was one of the reasons the lion had picked it out for him.

Had his kidnapper been aware that this cage would make it feel like his dick was getting fucked whenever he shifted or moved? Had that been what the lion meant when he said it was something to remember him by?

But, like everything else that was happening, there was nothing to be done about. It simply had to be endured until someone got around to rescuing him or he found a way to escape.

He just hoped that the cage wasn't doing any long term damage in the meantime. Levi was already dreading trying to explain the cage to a doctor, along with the fact that his urethra felt like it was stretched wider than a party balloon.

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Service Day 10

Finally -- Finally! -- Levi's food was piss free. It was a minor victory in his ghost-like existence where the mouse haunted his own, empty life. But hey, piss-free food was better than not piss-free food, so he'd take the win.

Since nothing about his environment ever changed, the prostitute wasn't sure how many days had passed by this point. But he was pretty sure this was sometime around week. Maybe the start of the week, maybe the end of the week. He wasn't sure. There was simply no reliable way to track the passage of time.

But the piss was gone! Though, it was only gone because Levi had swallowed every drop of it up. And considering it had polluted the existing food supply, there'd been a good deal of it. Days and days worth of piss-flavored gruel. At least the other punishments only seemed to last a couple days, at most. Not over a week like the 'flavored' gruel.

But he hadn't been punished again like that, which was a silver lining. Though that was probably because Levi had given in and sucked the elephant off each of the last eight or so times the man had pressed his dick into Levi's cell.

Levi didn't bother keeping track of the exact count but it seemed like, in general, the man appeared to want to get off using his "automatic blowjob provider" roughly twice a day. Sometimes more, sometimes less. And, because the mouse had been a compliant little slut and sucked cock like the trained professional he was (or used to be), the elephant hadn't punished him again. Not yet, anyway.

But... He also hadn't rewarded Levi, which was truly starting to piss the young mouse off. After all, he'd done what the man wanted -- over and over again. Shouldn't he get like, some books or magazines for his efforts? Maybe even a radio? It's not like he was smart enough to "hack" a radio to send some sort of signal after all. In his hands, it would just be a radio.

But the man (whose name he STILL didn't know) never responded to his pleas, or begging, or wall pounding, or negotiation attempts. Indeed, the routine was always the same. The beeping alarm went off, the cock came in, the cock got sucked, the cock went away, then silence.

For days now. Days and days of empty, maddening quiet. Days with nothing to do, aside from waiting for the unseen elephant to return. Days with no one to talk to and nothing to see. Which meant it was time to shake up the status quo.

So this time when the beeping sounded and the older man's big ugly cock pressed in, Levi knelt, took in his hands, pressed his tongue to the pre-slicked slit and... waited.

The man's shaft was warm and alive in his hands. Twitching. Eager. More than ready for the sensuous pleasures of the prostitute's tongue and mouth. But Levi gave the man nothing other than that passive touch, to let the elephant know he was there. That this was a choice he was making.

Because Levi thought the message was sending was clear: If the elephant wanted Levi to give, then he'd have to give in return. If the man refused to respond to his words (or if the room was truly soundproofed so well that he couldn't hear him), then they'd just have to settle for this silent negotiation until the man opened the hidden door so they could speak face to face.

And so, nothing happened. A minute passed. Five minutes. Ten minutes. But Levi could tell the man was still hot and needy because the dick was still hard and throbbing in his hands. Which meant he wasn't completely powerless here. Because the man wanted something from him. Something he could refuse to give.

Slowly a smile began forming on Levi's face. He was winning! The message was getting through! All he had to do was wait and--

Suddenly Levi's mouth was flooded with acrid piss. He immediately pulled off and closed his mouth but that only meant the spray was blasting in his face, eyes, and up his nose. He threw himself away as he coughed and sputtered even as both him and the inside of his cell continued to be bathed in piss.

Once the elephant's bladder had been spent, the penis pulled back.

Then, a couple minutes later, the lights turned off. Sitting there on the floor in the dark, covered in piss, Levi wept.

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Service Day 20

Levi was tired of the dark. Which made sense as he'd been forced to live in the dark for what felt like forever. Definitely over a week. It had to have been over a week, right?

Though, there was one light which would occasionally shine into his world. The red LED light which signaled (along with the loud beeping noise) that it was time to surrender his mouth to his kidnapper. The man who never spoke. Who never interacted with him in any way other than to silently demand blowjobs and punish him.

That was Levi's whole world. Punishments and blowjobs. Always giving, never receiving -- at least when it came to helping the man get off.

Except, this time when the beeping and the bright red light came, it wasn't the elephant's cock. Shockingly it was a... horse cock?!

Sure enough, this shaft was markedly different from the one he'd spent the last few weeks servicing. It was large, like the elephants, but the coloring and shape were definitely that of an equine. And there it was, flaccid and poking into his room, as though the horse cock were quietly demanding that he provide service.

Levi's mind raced even as he settled into place on his knees and got to work on the soft but rapidly rising shaft. But whose cock was he sucking?! A friend of the elephant's? A family member? A house guest? One of the men who built this horrible prison, come to check in on their work?

Hell, with how dismissive the man had been during their one and only brief encounter, Levi could even see this being a prospective business colleague of the monster. Or maybe the elephant was part of the mafia and this equine was a member of their crime syndicate?

Levi's head ran wild with ideas even as he slurped and sucked the unknown horse's shaft. A task made all the harder by the fact that the man seemed to want to be an active participant in his blowjob as he bucked and thrust his hips, forcing Levi to accommodate the wild hip gyrations.

If this was a customer the mouse would have steadied them by placing a hand on their hip, but that really wasn't an option here. So Levi just had to deal as the mysterious man tried to shove more into his mouth than he was ready to take.

Embarrassingly, it was only after the never-before-seen cock had blown its load down his throat and disappeared back through the closed gloryhole that it occurred to resume his yelling and begging.

So it was after the cock was gone that Levi screamed at the top of his lungs that he'd been kidnapped. That he was a prisoner here, being held against his will. That the elephant had been raping him (even though it was more accurate to say he'd been raping himself) and that he needed the horse to call the police! To call the FBI! To call anyone!

But nothing could be heard from the other side of the wall and Levi anxiously fretted that they likewise couldn't hear him. Maybe he'd missed his shot? Maybe the only chance to be heard was when the gloryhole was open? Hell, if only he knew morse code he could have tapped a message out on the horse's cock, but Levi couldn't even remember the code for SOS.

Maybe just frantic tapping in general would be enough? Or, maybe he should bite the next strange cock that comes through? Not enough to cause permanent damage, but hard enough to send a message.

Except... The lion had warned him about biting, hadn't he? What had the man said on that first day?

Something like, 'If you ever even think about biting anyone and I'll come back and take your balls. I won't be gentle or kind about it either.'

So maybe biting wasn't a good idea.

Levi's train of thought was interrupted as another cock entered the room. This time it was a large orca shaft, pink and long and girthy.

Two new cocks, back to back? Was the elephant throwing some kind of party? Levi had no way to know and no way to find out.

But still, the mouse got to work even as this time around he begged, pressing his lips against the orca's shaft as he spoke in the faint hope that maybe the vibrations could be sensed and parsed into coherent words.

"Please, help me! My name is Levi Harris and I've been kidnapped! If you can hear me, please, call the police! Call. The. Police!"

Levi pleaded pitifully like this for half a minute or so until the orca began thrusting impatiently. It was clear that the man wanted the mouse's mouth, but not in the way the prostitute was currently using it.

The whore had no idea if any of the people on the other side of the wall could even hear him. Though it didn't seem likely because he hadn't heard anything from them. In fact, he'd never even heard so much as a groan of pleasure from the elephant and the horse had been perfectly quiet too.

Strong signs that the sound-proofing was near perfect. In fact, it was suspiciously perfect. It occurred to Levi that perhaps there was more to the gloryholes than just being sturdy. Maybe there was technology hidden inside that suppressed sound, even when the gloryholes were open? The mouse couldn't be sure, but it was the only thing that made sense considering he hadn't heard so much as the rustle of fabric from the other side of the hole.

But before Levi could even finish with the orca shaft, one of the other two gloryholes opened for the first time. Now the flustered and overwhelmed prostitute had an orca dick and a moose cock pressing into his cell at the same time, forcing Levi to split his attention between the two men who must have been standing hip to hip.

Definitely some kind of party or get together then. And so far the theme of the party appeared to be, "Must have a huge cock." Levi would have been tempted to grumble to himself if he hadn't needed to press on with his task. He was tired of the dark. He was tired of being punished. So he just wanted to make the elephant happy so that the man would stop making things harder on him.

Regarding the task at hand, this wasn't the mouse's first time tackling two clients at the same time. However, in the past he'd always been able to look up and see their faces so he could judge who was getting impatient and evaluate how pleased they were with his service. But Levi had none of that feedback now. Just two shafts from two men whose faces he hadn't even seen, but whose cum he was going to gulp down anyway, like the pathetic anonymous 'provider' he'd been reduced to.

A faceless prostitute in a box who sucked any and every dick, free of charge, around the clock, and without complaint. That's what Levi had been reduced to, he considered darkly to himself.

A couple minutes later Levi could tell that the orca was getting ready to pop when the third and final blowjob port opened, this time showing him a canine cock. The mouse whimpered in dismay as he used a hand for each of the outer cocks while he kept his mouth working on the orca's shaft, which he hoped would get off soon.

The distance between the three ports meant that Levi could reach the outer two holes with his hands without much trouble, as long as he was positioned on his knees in front of the center port. But the obvious downside to this was that only the man in the middle got the advantage of his mouth while the two guys on the outside had to content themselves with the prostitute's hands.

And while Levi's hands were plenty talented, a handjob never quite compared to a blowjob -- even an energetic handjob. So it was the orca's cock that the mouse was frantically fucking his face on as he silently begged the man to hurry up and cum as Levi's outstretched arms worked on the other two men.

Except the orca must have been holding himself back because for the next ten minutes none of the three erections would nut. Levi, who'd been living in complete darkness for over a week now, was beginning to feel truly desperate because he knew he had to make these men happy or the elephant would punish him.

This horrible feeling of pending catastrophe intensified as the moose dick began to slowly pull back despite not cumming. Levi immediately shifted over and started sucking on the moose, which to his relief pressed back into the room in response to his oral attention.

Except moving his entire body over to the moose's port meant he was too far from the canine to even give the man a handjob. The left-most port was just too far away from the right-most port. Which meant that ten seconds later the canine began to slowly withdraw his own cock out of the room which made the whimpering, distressed mouse shift all the way over so that he could begin fellating that shaft for the first time.

The pathetic crying grew only more intense as both the orca and the moose cocks began to oh-so-slowly pull back and out of the room. Desperate and frantic, Levi tried to make it so that his mouth and lips and tongue were everywhere at the same time, with limited success. While none of the cocks were ignored for so long that they pulled all the way out, none of them were getting off and Levi was beginning to grow tired and he shuffled back and forth between the three gloryholes.

It occurred to Levi that the three men might have been purposefully fucking with him, playing a game where they each demanded his mouth and threatening to leave if they didn't get it. But without being able to see their expressions or hear their conversation, the prostitute had no way to know for sure.

But even if they were intentionally going out of their way to make this hard on him, it didn't matter. Levi was sure that if any of them walked away unhappy that the elephant would punish him. After all, it wasn't like the mouse could speak up for himself or explain that the three men weren't being fair to him. So the only option that left him was to do his very best to split his attention between the canine, orca, and moose.

Eventually, mercifully, the canine popped (despite him being the most recent to join the 'party'). Levi tried to give the man's knot some attention but that became impossible when the moose dick began to slip away yet again.

Unfortunately for the mouse, things didn't get easier after the canine's departure as yet another shaft poked in to take the man's place. Seeing this, Levi whimpered with frustration as he continued to throw himself into the task of working three cocks at the same time.

Levi didn't have time to think or debate. Only to suck and stroke and lick and pump and occasionally swallow.

Eventually the rush tapered off and the prostitute was able to get back to working on one 'customer' at a time. But by this point he'd swallowed well over a dozen servings of cum and felt quite full and tired. Not that he was able to rest until the last spent member pulled away, an extra large badger if Levi was any judge. A badger that seemed to intentionally hold himself back from cumming, if the mouse was any judge.

Levi was so exhausted he almost shed tears of joy when the stubborn badger finally gave up his cum. Then, without any sort of acknowledgement or 'thank you', the badger pulled away like all the others.

He was angry at the men who'd forced that cocksucking gauntlet upon him but also deeply relieved. He'd done it! He'd taken on every man who'd stepped up to the gloryhole and made them give up their load. Yet, rather than feel any real sense of victory or accomplishment, the mouse mostly just felt defeated despite his relief.

He'd bent over backwards to help these unknown men, these strangers, get off, and what had he gotten out of the deal? A sore jaw, shaky nerves, and a pair of balls that were bitterly complaining that it had been weeks since they'd last gotten off. Balls that didn't seem to care that there was nothing Levi could do to help them out as they churned with need between his bare thighs. Belligerent, petulant balls that seemed to say, "All those men got to get off. Why can't you?"

Sitting in the dark as the light had yet to return, Levi had to wonder, were the men happy with him? Or perhaps angry? Satisfied? Frustrated? Amused? Did they know who was sucking them off? Did they even care? If they knew that he was trapped here against his will, would they provide any sort of help at all? Or were they like the elephant, fully aware of his circumstances but happy to exploit it for their own personal pleasure?

Not having seen even one of their faces or their body language, he had no way to tell. But he wasn't being punished any more than he already was, so maybe that meant he had done well enough.

Levi, horny and afraid, prayed in the perpetual dark that was the case.

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Service Day 55

The mouse worked the elephant's cock deeper into his throat, suppressing his gag reflex as he struggled and pressed on.

This was another experiment of sorts for Levi. If bad or mediocre blowjobs resulted in punishment, how would his kidnapper react to spectacular oral service? The only problem there is, Levi had never managed to deep throat anyone as large as the man before. But he was learning. Blowjob by blowjob, he was gradually improving.

It would go much faster if he could just ask the man for a dildo to practice on, but he and the nameless elephant had yet to have one conversation between the two of them. But maybe that would change if he could suck the man well enough? If he could give the elephant the suck-job of a lifetime?

Maybe then? Maybe... Maybe. Levi could only try his best and hope.

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Service Day 174

Somehow Levi had gotten sick. The flu or something similar, though he couldn't be sure. Which seemed weird because he hadn't left his prison but something must have gotten carried in on the air currents. He just knew he was coughing a lot and felt like crap.

But the real problem was, he was nowhere near healthy enough to get up and suck the elephant off. It was a struggle just to force himself to sit up and suck down his liquid meals from the plug. Yet Levi had no way to explain any of this to the elephant.

And that's why Levi had spent the last four days getting punished. First cold. Then hot. And now something new: Electricity. Apparently the floor was made out of some semi-conductive material and a current could be run through it, because he was getting zapped at random times.

But the shocks appeared to discharge on some rules because they never occurred more often than once every five seconds and never any less often than five minutes apart. So on average Levi got shocked once every two or three minutes, though if he got extra unlucky he'd sometimes be shocked multiple times in a single minute.

And while the shocks weren't exactly painful, they were extremely uncomfortable and made it near impossible to sleep. Even despite being sick and exhausted, Levi felt himself waking up over and over as the shocks persisted, hour after hour. Plus, there was nowhere he could lay or stand to avoid the zap.

Even if he reduced the surface area by standing, he'd still get zapped in his bare feet. Which wasn't as bad as getting shocked across his entire back or side as he lay on the ground, but the mouse didn't have the energy to stand all day while he was sick.

Levi could only sigh and moan in defeat as he heard the beeping from the nearby main room yet again. The elephant had gone the better part of a week without a blowjob and the mouse could sense he was getting frustrated. And a frustrated elephant meant extended punishment. The mouse was pretty sure his food reservoir was half piss by this point.

But, what could Levi do? He couldn't contact anyone. He couldn't escape. He couldn't explain himself or reason with the man. He couldn't do anything.

Except, he could be punished again. And so, he was.

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Service Day 481 (Year 2)

It was another party. Or whatever social event it was that the elephant regularly hosted at his house.

This meant blowjob after blowjob for the mouse. Which was somewhat tense and frustrating, true -- though Levi had begun to master the art of juggling multiple men at the same time. But on the bright side, parties at least represented a change of pace. Get-togethers meant something other than the mindless tedium of: Suck off the ungrateful elephant, wait four to eighteen hours, then do it again. And again. And again, day after day, month after month.

'Bless him' but that elephant never seemed to tire of Levi's mouth. It was rare that a full day went by without the big man's cock flopping into the mouse's soundproofed cage. And the damn elephant always shot such unreasonable big loads. Honestly it was ridiculous.

But during the parties there were always different species. Levi wasn't sure quite how often these events occurred as he'd completely lost the ability to keep track of time by this point, but if he absolutely had to guess he'd say that the elephant hosted one of these events every two to three months.

And when he did there men of all types and varieties, though to the prostitute's eyes they tended to be older men. Yet it was admittedly tricky to judge from cock alone. Still, given that the elephant himself appeared to have been middle-aged during their one brief meeting, Levi guessed that most of the men fell in the thirties to forties range. But he'd be the first to admit that this was a total guess.

In terms of species there were all kinds. Deer. Canines. Bears. Equines. Boars. Felines. Bulls. Rhinos. Kangaroos. Hippos. There were less common species too, like whales and avians. At least, less common for this part of the country. There had even been a dragon a couple times, which were incredibly rare given their long lives and exceptionally low fertility rates.

Even more remarkable, they weren't even the same dragon. Levi could tell because their shaft's coloration and ridging pattern was different. The reason the mouse knew they were dragons was because he used to be a big fan of Tsunami Tao, a popular dragon porn star who allegedly insisted that every one of his co-stars sign up for a fisting scene before he'd sign on himself.

Many refused this 'unreasonable' demand but just as many accepted the condition because of how much money they stood to earn from appearing in a well marketed movie alongside Tsunami Tao.

And so there were lots of gifs and clips on the internet showing the large, smiling blue-scaled dragon coaxing his lubed fist into pretty twinks even as they whimpered, whined, and pleaded. But no matter how they squirmed or batted their eyelashes at him, Tao made sure each boy took his entire fist, right up to his thick wrist.

Also allegedly, that's why bondage started showing up in Tao's movies. Apparently a few divas preferred breach of contract over letting Tsunami Tao fist them once they saw the size of his impressive (and intimidating) hands in person. But the studio solved that problem by having the co-star agree to be bound and gagged prior to the dragon even coming on set.

There was even an unverified internet rumor that Tao liked to have his team vacate the set after filming, leaving him alone with his bound and helpless co-star. What allegedly happened next depended on what anonymous internet troll you were talking to. But rather than outright deny the rumors that he had his way with his co-stars, Tao would simply shrug and say that what two consenting adults did behind closed doors was no one else's business.

If the rumors were true, none of the co-stars ever publicly admitted what Tsunami Tao got up to after he got them alone, bound, and helpless, with multiple cameras ready and in position to record a 'private home video' for the famous dragon. Though more than one of his on screen partners stammered out that nothing had happened and that of course the rumors were false. They vigorously denied the allegations even as they blushed and avoided eye contact.

Levi might have spent more than a little time over the years fantasizing that he was one of Tao's co-stars, wrists and ankles cuffed to a piece of leather furniture as the film crew left the room, leaving him alone with the dragon.

But it was because of Tsunami Tao's movies that Levi could identify a dragon cock the moment one slid into his prison.

Regardless of age or species, the mouse didn't really have a choice in whether or not to serve. Levi had only been foolish enough to refuse to service one party many months back and that pissed the elephant off enough to put him on punishment detail for an entire month. Apparently embarrassing the man in front of his friends or business colleagues had been a bad idea.

Now Levi knew better. Now the mouse knew that every man -- regardless of species, length, or girth -- needed to be serviced to the utmost of his abilities. And he needed to get them off fast enough that he didn't have to deal with three men at the same time, while not so fast that the men felt cheated out of a quality blowjob.

And nowadays, quality meant 'deep throating'. It was clear that the men expected it now that the mouse had demonstrated the ability. If Levi didn't take each man deep down into his throat for the full experience, their motions would start getting petulant and contrary. Only by taking each man down the root did his owner's guests behave. Only then did he avoid punishment.

Because once the elephant learned what he was capable of, that became the new standard. Levi was expected to energetically fuck his face on every shaft that thrust into his prison no matter how thick and scary it was. Horses? Deep throated. Dragons? Deep throated. Other elephants? Deep throated. Every cock, every time.

As far as the men on the other side of the wall seemed to be concerned, the purpose of his throat was to take cock, hard and fast -- his comfort be damned. They never spoke but they didn't need to. The punishments made it clear what the quality bar expectations were.

Which made the occasional rabbit (or even fellow mouse) something of a treat. Because when you were used to stretching your throat wide on true monsters, anything less than a soda can's width became trivially easy.

Not that it didn't sometimes get frustrating to work that hard for so little reward. Levi really pushed himself hard to give these men what was most likely the best blowjobs of their lives, and yet they didn't so much as thank him for the effort. Not so much as a kind note slipped through the gloryhole. Not a single word of kindness or even a head pat.

Just perpetual loneliness and isolation, occasionally interrupted by intense sexual labor.

It was infuriating, to say the least. They came, they got off, they left. And what did Levi get? A sore throat. And sometimes a mouthful of piss if he was extra unlucky.

There was this one damn otter who nearly always pissed in his mouth while he was working on the man. And it wasn't like Levi could tattle on the bastard, so the jerk just kept getting away with it. Sure, the mouse could have refused to touch the otter's cock after the first time, but a stomach full of piss wasn't nearly as bad as being punished for refusing service, so it was easier to just put up with it.

And so once every few months the mouse got at least one mouthful of piss. Not that there weren't others in rare instances, but the otter was a chronic offender. To the point that Levi suspected the asshole chugged down water before lining up for his turn at the gloryhole.

If there were ever a 'guest' he'd been tempted to bite, it was the otter. But the best Levi could do was give him a blowjob that wasn't quite as amazing as the others received. But it was still pretty damn good, so he doubted the man even noticed the difference.

It just seemed so unfair, to Levi. That a dumbass like this otter could do as he pleased without consequence, not to mention get off whenever he wanted. Whereas the mouse now existed in a state of perpetual sexual frustration.

Even after all these months, Levi still hadn't managed to escape the cramped, overly tight cage. The mouse suspected that this was intentional and that the cage was designed to be as escape proof as possible. Between his lack of tools and his unwillingness to tug his own balls off, the cage seemed just as secure as it did on the first day he'd been tossed into this prison.

Except, his balls didn't care how hopeless the situation was. They demanded that Levi figure something out, even if he had to somehow conjure a miracle.

And so his pitiless balls ensured that he woke up horny, spent his day horny, and went to bed horny. His sack never gave up and never relented, always pushing him to figure something out. To escape his prison. To escape his cage. To get hard, jerk off, and cum his brains out.

His balls pushed and they pushed and they pushed, and the pushing only got worse when Levi was sucking cock and swallowing cum.

Sometimes the need and frustration grew so bad that the mouse cried as he gripped and rubbed his balls, trying and failing to soothe them. The mouse prayed for a single day of peace from the burning need but, as always, his balls refused.

Out, they insisted. He had to get out.

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Service Day 1631 (Year 5)

Nothing to see. Nothing to do. Five days without sucking cock.

'Did master die?' Levi wondered. Was he on vacation? Out of town on business? If he did die, would anyone realize the mouse was here in time to save him? His food reservoir would last a few more days but then he'd be without 'water' or any source of hydration.

Except, that wasn't really true, he realized. He could always drink the shower water that rained down every other day or so. It should be enough water to keep him going for a while, even though he didn't have anything he could store extra water in.

But, he hoped master wasn't dead. Rather, as shameful as it was to admit to himself, he'd come to look forward to ten or twenty minutes he got to spend with the elephant, once or twice a day. There was something... comforting, soothing almost, about knowing he had a purpose. About knowing he was bringing another man true pleasure, day after day. Orgasm after orgasm.

Not that he'd gone completely crazy. He still understood that it was wrong that he'd been kidnapped. That he'd been reduced to this lowly existence. Wrong that he got master off day after day while his own cock wasn't even allowed to get hard -- not even once, since he'd been captured and imprisoned.

But, mind numbingly boring days aside (which had to have turned into several years by this point), the former prostitute couldn't deny that there was a zen-like enjoyment to getting the elephant off.

The act of taking the man's semi-hard shaft into his mouth. To teasing the man with his lips and tongues. Hands perfectly placed, working in perfect harmony with his mouth. To feeling -- sensing -- the man's slowly building climax as Levi took full control of his pleasure and release.

Because if Levi wanted the elephant to cum in five minutes, he would. And if the mouse wanted to drag things out to over half an hour, he could. Within limits, of course. The elephant had his ways of communicating when he was in a hurry and didn't have time for a slow, methodical dick-worshiping session.

Yet there were also plenty of days where the nameless man just let the mouse work. As long as he got his full measure of pleasure and release in the end, the elephant seemed content to let Levi work. It was sort of hot, in a twisted way. Levi might not have had any control over his own cock, but the elephant's shaft was practically his toy. Or maybe more truthfully, he wanted the shaft's toy.

He didn't know and he supposed it didn't matter. Especially not if master's plane had crashed or the man had died while out hiking or some nonsense.

Except, finally... Beeping!

Levi scrambled on hands and knees to get to the blowjob port. It was master! Master was back!

And then that oh-so-familiar elephant cock was slipping into Levi's cell, already hard and ready. Yes, master had been looking forward to this as much as the mouse was.

Maybe... Maybe this time he'd drag things out for an hour. He'd be punished for that, for sure. But it would be worth it. Master was with him and if Levi exercised care and discipline, he could keep the man near the edge of release for an hour, easily.

Opening his mouth while extending his tongue, Levi got to work.

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Service Day 1933 (Year 6)

Levi couldn't believe it. He knew this cock. He'd seen it a thousand times, though never in person.

He knew its ridges. Its coloration. Its length and girth. There was no doubt. This was Tsunami Tao's cock, right down to the small, barely visible tattoo of a cresting wave hidden near the base of the shaft. But even without the tattoo to confirm the man's identity, Levi would have known this cock.

Tsunami Tao, the world famous draconic porn star, had just pressed his bunker-buster of a cock into the mouse's room, demanding service.

Despite being stunned by this unlikely event (how did his master know Tao?) Levi was too well trained by this point to delay. In fact, by this stage the mouse didn't even know how to give a subpar blowjob. The young man was pretty sure he could suck cock in his sleep if he had to.

And so with no answers, no context, and no explanation, Levi provided his one-time teenage fantasy the best oral service he possibly could. The mouse pulled out all the stops, licking and sucking as he used both hands to fondle and caress.

He was more than attentive. He was worshipful. Oh, how he wished he could have been Tsunami Tao's slave. Tao wouldn't have kept him locked away in some soundless box. Tao would have used him as he was meant to be used. Rough and hard and demanding and face to face.

But alas, it wasn't to be. Levi didn't understand how this serendipity came to be but he would enjoy it. And when was the last time the mouse truly enjoyed something? Years and years ago, he was sure.

The former prostitute worked the cock until it inevitably gave up its herculean, porn star sized load. Even as it came he sucked and adored it, his eyes closed as he experienced near bliss.

And then, just as inexplicably as it arrived, Tsunami Tao's cummed-out, slowly wilting cock left.

As always, there would be no answers for why the man had come to the elephant's house. Levi knew from long experience that no one would bother to explain anything to him. And so it was again.

After that day Levi never saw the dragon's cock again but the man once again began to feature prominently in the imprisoned mouse's daytime fantasies.

After all, the whore had little else to occupy his mind as he whiled away the countless hours and days. And Tao's shaft had been oh-so sexy and real in his mouth and hands, the look and feel and taste of the man's arousal burned into his memory for all time.

The mouse closed his eyes and began to rub his own nipples as he imagined the confident, sexy dragon tying him down... Methodically lubing his fast... Preparing himself to take the mouse as no one had ever taken him before.

Levi imagined the dragon confessing to what he got up to with his co-stars, once he got them all alone in front of cameras which were still rolling. Naive twinks that couldn't fathom that they could be raped and molested on set, right after recording an erotic performance.

Young, twenty-something boys who struggled to believe the dragon when he explained that they were going to spend the next few hours recording blackmail material, so the co-star would know better than to refuse his future invitations when he invited them to his private mansion in the months and years to come.

A mansion where they'd film many more videos, but this time they wouldn't be paid for their work. And they'd smile and keep their mouth shut unless they wanted some deeply humiliating images and videos to leak.

Because when Tsunami Tao fisted you, he didn't just own your hole. He owned you.

And as the former college student let his mind run wild with kinky daydreams, a small but steady trickle of precum dripped from the hole in the center of the chastity cage's front plate.

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Service Day 2719 (Year 8)

Levi woke up with a start from a terrible nightmare.

He'd dreamed that men in police uniforms had tried to take him away from master! That they'd forced open the hidden door and tried to pull him out, spewing venomous words that he was free and that he could go home.

But in the dream they didn't understand that he was free! This was his home! He had all he needed because master provided for him.

Food. Air. Cocks. And master's sweet, sweet attention. Which came alongside the opportunity to worship master, as master deserved to be worshiped.

All whore had to do was wait for the beep. When the beep came, master would press his cock into the mouse's home and Levi could once again thank master with all his heart, just as master deserved to be thanked.

It wouldn't be long now. Master was virile and strong and needed Levi's attention at least twice a day. Sometimes more, if he was lucky!

The mouse would wait. It was hard, but he would be patient. After all, he'd had a great deal of practice being patient.

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Service Day 3552 (Year 10)

It was already ten AM and Douglas knew he should be getting ready to head into the office. But these days and at his age, it just felt a bit harder to drag his ass out of bed and get the day started.

Still, he told himself that fifty wasn't that old and that on average he was more productive and more effective than someone half his age. Which was mostly true, but that fact didn't make him any less slow to wake up in the mornings.

Shaking his large head and powerful trunk, Douglas dialed his Personal Assistant to get the day rolling. She could be a bit high-strung at times but despite that she was the most effective PA he'd had in years.

"Yes, Mr. Rogers?" the chipmunk's prim voice answered on the other end of the line.

The CEO tried to keep the scowl out of his voice as he asked, "Karen, did we get the updated vendor pipeline report? I don't want to be caught with my pants down during the senior leadership team's sync up later today."

"No, sir. Not yet. Daniel hopes to get it in by EOD today."

With a dissatisfied grunt the elephant tugged his limp cock out from his boxers and pressed the button to open the gloryhole. Wasting no time, he took a step forward as he maneuvered his shaft through the now open port.

"Anything we can do to move that up?" Douglas pressed.

"I'll see what I can do, Mr. Rogers. I'll have an update for you on that as soon as possible."

The elephant stood there waiting, expecting the provider's warm lips on his shaft at any moment. But as the seconds ticked by, nothing happened.

"What's taking so long? Stupid machine," the older man grumbled.

"Are you speaking to me, sir?" Karen shot back, her voice rising in a fit of pique.

Douglas rolled his eyes as he did his best to head off a meltdown.

"Does it sound like I'm talking to you? Are you a machine, Karen? I'm talking to my slow ass coffee machine. Stop busting my balls."

Karen 'harrumphed' at that but settled down rather than laying into him.

Finally, almost twenty seconds later, the elephant felt the provider take him in and get to work. Douglas sighed in pleasure as his shaft grew erect in response to the expert oral attention.

The intense pleasure was so distracting that it took the man a moment to remember he still had Karen on the line. He hoped he hadn't grunted too loudly into the phone but it didn't really matter. As a veteran PA, the chipmunk had certainly heard far worse than that over the years.

"Right, right. Didn't mean to snap at you," Douglas said, thinking it best to apologize now rather than suffer her attitude later. Headache or not, she was too good at her job to fire and damn if she didn't know it. "I know I'm lucky to have you. No need to read me the RIOT act."

"No one enjoys being snapped at, Mr. Rogers," she insisted, though her tone was back to fully professional and in control. You'd never have guessed that she'd been priming herself to explode just a few seconds earlier, but Douglas knew better. The Personal Assistant had been his employee for three years by this point.

"Okay, okay. I hear you Karen. Just try to tell Daniel to hurry it up, alright? I'm not asking anyone to move mountains here. I'd like to think I'm a fairly reasonable man, yeah?"

Even as he said that he shuddered in pleasure as the well trained provider took him deep in its throat. Douglas shoved his hips forward in a quick jerk, just to see if he could make it gag. He couldn't, of course. The thing was far too experienced by now.

"Yes, sir. I'll pass that along. If there's nothing else, I'll follow up on that now."

"Yeah, fine. I'll talk to you when I get in the office," Douglas said, hanging up. "Fucking hell. Some days I'm convinced I work with total morons. Well, morons and assholes."

Then the man was distracted from that line of thought as he felt a tongue swirl over his crown even as two sensuous hands worked the base of his shaft in practiced motions.

"Oh yeah... That's it. Work me over. Take me in deep."

Douglas knew the provider couldn't hear him but he'd always enjoyed a bit of dirty talk. It didn't really matter if the thing couldn't hear him, it was fun regardless.

Besides, the provider didn't need any verbal encouragement to perform its function. It had already started to fuck its own throat over back and forth Douglas' erection at a punishing pace, free of any direct input from him.

The CEO moaned in gratification as he rested much of the weight of his world-weary body against the wall. The throat fucking didn't slow down. If anything, it sped up. Douglas felt like his life was being sucked out of him in the best way possible as his knees began to feel weak.

"Plan on rushing me today, do you? What a naughty provider you are. Well, that works for me. I was in a hurry anyway. But fuck me, that's good. Come on, whore. Work that throat."

Douglas continued to grunt and curse at the provider, calling it a slut, a whore, a cum-hungry bitch and few other choice insults. The man even taunted the sucker, mocking its evident eagerness and wondering aloud whether it had become addicted to his taste.

But it was all done in good fun because the elephant knew the thing couldn't hear him. Which the man was fine with. The provider was just doing its job. Getting hassled while working wasn't really part of its singular function.

And there was no denying that it was a good blowjob. A damn good blowjob. So good that Douglas actually whimpered in pleasure as he clutched at the wall. He wasn't embarrassed by his own reaction but still, he was glad no one was around to hear the less than manly sound.

"No doubt about it, this automatic blowjob provider was the smartest purchase I ever made," the man said, his balls already beginning to rise and churn.

"Ohhh, I'm getting close. Here it comes!"

The businessman moaned and grunted out his orgasm, his hips making short, involuntary thrusts against the gloryhole's wall. The provider had him so deep the thing probably didn't even need to swallow. And yet Douglas felt his member pleasantly squeezed on all sides by the provider's warm, wet throat regardless.

"That's it. Every last drop. Yeah..."

The words were barely audible as the CEO rode out the last of his orgasm.

"Damn, but that was intense," he remarked with a chuckle.

Douglas waited a few more moments while his shaft was sucked and licked clean. As he pulled out he examined his cum-free, split-slicked shaft and nodded with approval.

"No complaints about the blowjob itself, and yet... It really shouldn't take fifteen seconds just to get started. That's not the quality of service that I paid for."

As the CEO of a highly successful business, holding others accountable came naturally to Douglas. For this reason he thought nothing about pressing down on the 'Correction' button, tapping it almost dismissively with the back of his knuckles as he walked out of the room.

It occurred to him then that he didn't actually know what happened when that button was pressed, other than the nearby "correction in progress" indicator light turning on for a couple days.

"Never really bothered to learn what that button does. But I can't argue with results."

Next he stopped by his bedroom to grab a quick shower and to get dressed for work. Something told him his employees wouldn't appreciate him walking in dressed only in a pair of boxers and a gym shirt. As one of the company's founders he had a certain image to maintain, after all.

As he readied himself for the day, the man continued to talk to himself, as was his longtime habit.

"Slow start or not, got to say that was a damn near perfect blowjob. Really helps take the edge off my stress, which I'm sure my doctor appreciates."

Now dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, the fifty year old elephant stepped in front of the full body mirror as he checked himself out with a critical eye. An eye that immediately noticed his paunch belly.

"Can't deny that I don't eat as well as I used to. Too many burgers, not enough salads. ...And I suppose I could stand to visit the gym more often."

But other than the pronounced gut, Douglas thought he still looked good. Damn good, actually. Good looks that were helped by the attractiveness force-multipliers of his big house, fancy cars, and impressive bank account.

Yeah, he was still virile alright. Still at the top of his game, not to mention on top of the business world. There'd been times when he even had minor celebrities stop by his house during parties, to pay their respects and to get his thoughts on some business idea or another.

Hell, Tsunami Tao had even stopped by once a few years back! What a hoot that had been, getting his picture taken with a bona fide celebrity porn star. And apparently the guy had a bit of a not-so-hidden kinky side because he'd noticed the automatic blowjob provider immediately as he toured the house. And shortly after he'd politely asked if he could he could 'give it a whirl.'

Naturally Douglas had no issues with that. ABPs weren't art. They were meant to be used and taken advantage of, similar to home gym equipment. And everyone who got an invite to one of his parties had been vouched for and vetted prior to them stepping onto the property. Security wouldn't let them in if they weren't on the list.

The dragon had even complimented his purchase afterwards saying, "Damn, Douglas! That might have been the best blowjob I've ever gotten! Any way I could talk you into selling this thing to me?"

The elephant thought the blue dragon had probably been mostly joking, but he respectfully declined regardless. It had been an easy decision. Douglas already had more than enough money and even after all these years he still used the ABP nearly every day.

Not to mention that getting his cock sucked that well really put him in the right mindset to take on the world. Even today, the automatic provider had the same effect on him as it had in the past.

Today was going to be a good day, the elephant could feel it!

"You still got it, champ. Give 'em hell!" the elephant said, psyching himself up in front of the mirror as he put on his stylish driving shades that looked quite suave in combination with his suit.

Grabbing his keys and wallet, the CEO stepped into his expansive garage before settling himself into his Lamborghini. His thoughts had already moved past the amazing blowjob he'd just gotten as he began mentally preparing himself the busy day ahead.

After all, the point of an automatic blowjob provider was its complication-free convenience. The ability to use and enjoy it, then get on with your day without needing to spare it another thought. And as far as the elephant was concerned, that was exactly what the product had delivered for over ten years now -- and hopefully for a great many more years to come.

Speeding down the highway, Douglas' balls were pleasantly empty while his head was full of fresh ideas to make the company even more money. His was a life of excitement and adventure, and the day had just started. Yes, today really was going to be a good day.

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Roughly 4 Years Ago

Mike grunted as he felt his encrypted phone vibrate in a specific pattern that indicated it was a call from his unofficial "side business".

The caller was "Unknown" but that was to be expected, given the type of business the man was involved in.

The lion brought the phone up to his ear as he answered the call.

"Yes?" he said simply.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before a man spoke up. A deep voice that sounded vaguely familiar for some reason.

"Is this Mike's number?"

The lion was used to this song and dance by now, so he didn't begrudge the guy for being careful.

"Depends on what you're calling for. If someone gave you this number, you must have something particular in mind, yes?"

Another pause. Then the other man said, "I'm looking to have a certain installation added to one of my buildings. And I'll say in advance that I'm a... notable figure, so discretion would be key."

The lion's eyebrow rose at that proclamation. Some kind of celebrity, perhaps?

"Notable is fine. But if you're famous, that means the cost is going to go up. More notoriety means more risk for me. Plus, I'll have to spend money to make sure we don't make any ripples in the wrong pond. So, Mr. Notable, what's your name? You can call me Mike."

Yet another pause. This time longer, as if the man was making a decision. And the decision must have come out in Mike's favor because the man chose to answer the question rather than hang up the call.

"Tao. Though some call me Tsunami Tao."

Hearing that, the lion grinned. Sure, Mike had seen a few of the dragon's movies. Who hadn't? He'd also heard through his connections some of what the man got up to off stage. The contractor knew that the dragon was even kinkier in his private life than his movies might suggest.

Rumor had it that Tao was a keyholder to no less than three dozen porn stars. Porn stars that were only allowed to cum on camera, and only if their cumming earned the dragon money. Word was, some of the less popular twinks hadn't been allowed to get off in years. Some speculated that a couple of his boys had even had their heavy duty cage swapped out for a fully-secure permanent cage, the dragon having given up hope that they'd ever pull in another decent paycheck.

Tsunami Tao took "financial domination" to a whole new level. His pay-pigs either pulled in viewership (and money) or they stayed chaste -- Indefinitely. Tao was said to be absolutely pitiless when it came to his rules and expectations. Begging and tears didn't move him to reconsider. Quite the opposite, as the harsh disciplinarian seemed to enjoy listening to his pay-pigs plead for release. Word was, he got off on watching his boys throw teary-eyed tantrums as they whined about their poor abused blue balls.

One unverified rumor was that all of Tao's boys joined him each night as they all slept together in one giant custom bed. It was said he did this for the simple reason that he wanted his 'starlets' to always be on hand and available, like a buffet of twink flesh as they lounged around the powerful dragon.

At the same time, he also enjoyed forcing his fellow porn stars to listen to him groan out his orgasms as he fucked their 'brothers'. The dragon was known for being loud when he came on camera and was apparently just as loud or louder behind closed doors.

The third reason his stylishly lit master bedroom was filled with needy boys was, the man loved having an audience when he fucked. It was why he got into porn in the first place, despite his wealthy family's vocal objections. But being born a dragon princeling in a clan that was practically royalty, Tao had learned never to apologize for pursuing his desires.

Thus, Tao had become Tsunami Tao and countless millions had witnessed him sexually conquer one beautiful man after another. Conquering that took on a slightly more sinister edge as he began 'encouraging' his on-screen co-stars to take his fist, no matter their reservations or second thoughts.

For it wasn't long after fisting started appearing in his movies that gags, muzzles, and even full leather hoods came into play too. Ropes, handcuffs, and restrictive bondage also became far more prevalent once Tao started introducing young twenty-somethings to his clenched fist. But no one could argue that his co-stars didn't know what they were signing up for. After all, they need only watch his previously released movies to see how Tao treated once-tight pretty pinks holes.

Because once they'd stepped onto the set with him, Tao's draconic instincts would take over as he worked the twinks over until he was sure they understood their place. Dominating other males until there was no doubt who called the shots was his primary passion in life. That the movies sold for a great deal of money was simply a pleasant bonus.

Though, most filming sessions had to be heavily edited to strip out content that had legal implications or that would interfere with the dragon's carefully cultivated public image. But that was fine with Tao. He simply used his co-stars for as long as needed for there to be enough releasable material for a new movie.

And if that meant the filming needed to take place over the course of several days? Well, that's why Tao's well-paid lawyers were so specific regarding the contract terms his co-stars signed.

Less known was that Tao would sometimes reach out to a particular co-star whose performance he enjoyed, weeks or even months after initial filming. These 'lucky' men would be 'invited' to spend more time with the dragon at his private residence. Some of these men tried to respectfully decline the dragon's thoughtful invitation, but the man some called the "Blue Beast" was insistent as he was generous, often going so far as to call in favors to help clear the boys' schedules so that they had plenty of time to take Tao up on his gracious offer to host them.

Not to mention, he happily took care of the travel expenses and even made sure their other bills would be taken care of while they were in his care. Making sure things were properly situated at the twink's home was key because some boys didn't re-emerge for weeks after stepping foot into the dragon's residence. And should Tao call upon the same boy a second time after that, his former co-stars didn't hesitate to drop whatever they were doing to rush back to his side, no matter how inconvenient the timing.

If the same boy found himself called upon to return to the dragon's side again and again, it was increasingly likely that the man would just invite the lad into his inner circle, and invite them to become a permanent resident of his castle-like manor. At this point in the process, no porn star was selfish enough to refuse the dragon's unbelievably benevolent 'offer'.

To be offered a place at Tsunami Tao's side was both a once in a lifetime opportunity and a profound gift to be thankful for. And the dragon was happy to supply his boys with many chances to express the depths of their gratitude. Besides, it was always a good idea to try to keep your keyholder as pleased and happy as possible.

Even the handful of purely gay-for-pay boys worked tirelessly to keep their man content and gratified. So much so that, since Tao was exclusively a top, these formerly 'straight' men were fine adopting the role of being exclusively bottoms. A role made all the easier by the fact that their once proud members were perpetually caged as they lounged around the manor, collared and undressed aside from the metal device locked between their handsome thighs.

At least, that's what the reports and rumors said. The lion was looking forward to separating fact from fiction as he listened to his latest client's needs.

'Oh yeah, this job is going to be fun,' Mike thought as the two men discussed choices and customization options. Yes, fun and lucrative. And the lion's grin only became wider and more predatory as the call went on.

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Author's Note:

This story was based on a wonderful art piece done by Volatus. Note that I took some liberties when writing the story, including changing the relative proportions of the characters and moderately adjusting the setup of Levi's permanent new home. Thanks for letting me share this art, Volatus!

(Link to the image on Volatus' SF account)