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Behind the Wall

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

21st October, 2024

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Aiden stretched luxuriously on the padded leather chaise, his smooth, tan-furred legs bent at a relaxed angle, his cloven hooves lightly supported by the comfortable mountings on the soft gold-embroidered wallpaper. The scent of expensive incense filled the air-conditioned air, mingling with the soft sounds of pleasing music filtering through the discrete speakers. This was the _Velvet Hart, _where indulgence and wealth mingled effortlessly.

The Velvet Hart was no brothel. It was an opulent retreat for the city's wealthy, where clients paid handsomely for privacy, discretion, and the finest experiences money could buy. Aiden was one of the establishment's newest, yet rising, stars—a young whitetail buck, just twenty years old, with a lean, athletic build and a cheeky smile with dimples that made him irresistible to the Velvet Hart's elite clientele.

He reclined lazily, one hand holding his phone, scrolling through mindless social media posts, while the other rested comfortably on his toned chest. His rump was snug against the wall, positioned perfectly so his well-formed hips aligned with the discrete hole behind him. It was all part of the service he provided—anonymous, intimate encounters, no faces, no names. Just pleasure.

A soft chime sounded on his phone, alerting him that the first guest of the evening had entered the adjoining room. Aiden smirked, feeling the familiar flutter in his chest. Each night brought its own sense of anticipation, a thrill he never tired of. It wasn't just the anonymity—it was the unpredictable nature of the clients themselves. Who would step into the room tonight? And how would they claim him? All he knew was the patrons of the Velvet Hart came with refined tastes, and they paid handsomely for the privilege of indulging in this secret pleasure.

He felt a soft touch—his visitor's hand tenderly brushing against his rump, trailing through his small, diamond-shaped tail. Aiden arched his back, pressing into the contact, the dim light reflecting off his small antlers. There was a whisper of silk, the rustle of clothing, and then—finally—the first warm caress as fingers explored his lower body.

It's always a surprise, Aiden thought, biting back a grin. Canid with their knots, felines with their barbs, the sheer girth of equines...and the surprising variety of human men. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of latex and lube as his client prepared himself. The sensation of slick, firm pressure brushed under his tail, teasing against his sphincter.

A low moan escaped Aiden's lips as the visitor began, the feeling familiar yet always thrilling. Aiden knew by the girth that began to ease its way inside of him, this was an equine. Without a doubt. His phone nearly slipped from his hand as the intensity of the anonymous stallion increased, but he caught it just in time, biting his lip as he felt the pressure build within him. As the anonymous equine's penile head began to flare inside him, Aiden sighed, a deep blush heating his cheeks. It was always like this—deliciously impersonal yet incredibly intimate.

The stallion's pace was quick and deliberate, their breath heavy against the wall as they lost themselves in the moment. Aiden played his part perfectly, responding in kind, then gasping as the medial ring of the stallion's length slipped inside him. He trembled and let himself go, his muscles instinctively quivering and relaxing, stimulating his anonymous partner and encouraging him at the same time.

For what felt like an eternity to the well-pleasured young buck, the stallion bred him like a mare, his breath quickening and the enthusiastic thrusts growing harder. Aiden bit down on his forearm to stop his squeals and bleats of ecstasy, the thud of the stallion's hips against the wall growing more and more insistent.

When the stallion pushed forward, Aiden trembled, feeling the pulse of the stallion's urethra as he gave a final push and hilted himself, the sensation of the climax intense, primal and powerful. Aiden sighed in longing, the thin latex of the condom preventing him from truly experiencing the powerful spurts and the heat—but it was enough. The Velvet Hart's design ensured that neither would ever meet face-to-face, allowing for pure, unadulterated anonymity. Of course, the fact all customers had to wear protection, was just to protect their partner.

As the stallion's length slowly retracted and became flaccid, Aiden sighed and flicked his tail appreciatively, the ache in his rump a pleasure he wouldn't give up for the word. As Aiden's phone chimed melodiously, his hand gripped it and through blurred vision, he blinked his eyes and saw the stallion had wasted no time in giving the young buck a positive review and a very generous tip. Aiden's grin spread from one ear to the other as he sighed softly and put the phone back down, resting his hands on his panting chest and tilting his head back.

Aiden was barely aware of the breathless panting through the wall, followed by the soft click of a belt being affixed, then the subtle click of the door as it was opened and closed again. Aiden chuckled to himself as he wiped his forehead, flicking away a bead of sweat. One down, but the night was young, and he knew that more would seek him out before the end of his shift.

Soon enough, the door to the adjacent room opened again, and the next patron arrived. Aiden let himself relax, placing his paws beneath his head and resting comfortably. This visitor was much slower, a human, but quite a human at that. The stallion had been something, this human wasn't far removed from his previous pleasurable encounter. They took their time, as they gently mounted, then Aiden gasped, feeling lube-slick hands reach down and one cupped his furred testicles, the other began sensuously stroking his sheath.

I shouldn't, the mistress will be displeased if I make another mess... Aiden's mind scrambled in rising panic before he gasped and felt the firm penis begin to mount him. He involuntarily shivered, as he felt a condom slide down over his penis, the webbing of thumb and forefinger encircling his aroused length down near the retracted sheath.

“I wonder,” Came a quiet voice through the grill. “If what they say about... oh god, you're better than I imagined...”

Aiden giggled softly, he couldn't help himself, then he bit his lower lip and tried to muffle his moans as the human hilted inside the young buck. This human was no stallion, but still, Aiden did what he'd trained for, and gave as good as he got.

His human partner, anonymous on the other side of the wall, gently masturbated Aiden whilst claiming him like a doe. His fingers would slide down, as he dismounted and pushed back again, the fingers sliding back up to Aiden's slightly bulbous tip as he was hilted again and again. This human knew how to trigger a buck's responses, he was skilled and experienced.

Aiden gasped and quivered, the pressure on his prostate with each penetrative thrust pushing him closer and closer each time. He lost himself in the pleasure, his tail flagging wildly against the human scrotum.

Aiden shivered, savouring each mounting, the human's gentle but firm pressure against his cervid length arousing and beyond comprehension. Aiden shifted his weight slightly, giving them better access as he let out a soft groan of approval.

How long the human made love to him, Aiden didn't know, he fought his instincts, then when he felt the human's thrusts intensify, Aiden tilted his head back and let himself just be in the moment.

“God... damned deer...” Come the rough, panting voice, the scent of the human's pheromones filling Aiden's nostrils.

He's so close, Aiden's grin rippled across his lips. He's resisting, but all I need to do is...

His human partner suddenly lunged forward, gripping Aiden's thighs in his hands, as his hips slammed against the deer's with an almost feral-like lunge, skin meeting fur with a loud, wall-slapping thump. His sharp, panting breaths came rapidly before he groaned and trembled violently—his climax even more intense than the stallions had been. He gripped Aiden's hips hard as the human ground himself against the deer.

Aiden squealed, he couldn't help it, as he felt his climax surge like fire through him, his semen thankfully contained by the thoughtful human placing the prophylactic over his penis.

“Good...boy...” His partner panted, stroking Aiden's hips. “You were... wow, I've had deer, does and bucks...”

Aiden's mind swirled, no patron had ever done this with him... and he felt conflicted, scared and confused. Does and bucks? Aiden's confused mind struggled to comprehend. I mean, I know what... Aiden sniffed the air, then sighed quietly, only scenting the lube and the subtle undertone of the incense. A gasp escaped him, as he felt the condom slip off, then thoughtfully and gently, he was cleaned from penile tip to sheath.

“You were... amazing, truly. I'll ensure you get recommended to my friends, I promise.” Come the voice through the wall.

*

The night continued in this fashion—a parade of wealthy patrons, each taking their turn with the young buck who offered his body so freely, and yet, with such eagerness and elegance. Aiden lost track of time, his mind consumed by the pleasure he gave and received in equal measure. His tail flicked playfully against the client side of the wall with each partner, his legs quivering and cloven hooves flexing as he allowed himself to be fully immersed in the experience.

His final visitor for the night lingered longer than the others, their touch softer, yet more intense, as though they wanted to savour every moment. Aiden responded in kind, his body pliant and eager, his breath catching in his throat as his patron pushed him further into ecstasy. The candles flickered as the last of the night's pleasures came to an end, and after the client left, Aiden shuddered and the room fell into a contented silence.

When it was over, Aiden lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his body warm and spent. He ran a hand through his sweat-dampened fur, his muscles relaxed and satisfied. Slowly, he awkwardly reached up and slipped his cloven hooves from the mountings. He lay back on the leather chaise, stretching his legs out and shaking the residual tension out of his thighs and shins. He could feel the weight of what he'd done, and he knew he didn't have to check his phone—he knew he'd done well, and earned quite a few generous tips for a job well done.

As Aiden rose, he smiled to himself and dressed in a short robe. This wasn't just any place; this was the Velvet Hart. Here, every night was a masterpiece of indulgence and anonymous pleasure.

Tomorrow, he would do it all again...

He couldn't wait.

END