Useful in its Own Way
Useful in Its Own Way
by Duffin Caprous
NOTE: Okay, I'll admit this is some strange stuff. I wrote it at AC while waiting for some friends to get ready. So, here you go.
DISCLAIMER: Adult stuff. Go away if you're under 18.
Looking down at the piece of paper for a moment before looking back up to verify the address, Benjamin nodded a little to himself and walked in. The short mouse smiled a bit, glad he'd found the place all by himself in the big city. The mouse was arriving for a job interview for an entertainment company and was quite excited. As he walked to through the lobby, he saw a lone chair with a tigress sitting behind it.
"Name?" she asked simply.
"Uh...Benjamin Thomas, Ma'am," he replies politely.
She nodded in return, "Go in, you're expected."
He smiled and glanced to the door in which the tigress pointed. He made his way over and adjusted the tie of his business suit before walking inside. The room inside was pretty bare and not much larger than a bedroom. All he could see inside was another door from which a large tiger walked out.
"Mister...Thomas?" he asked with a soft smile, "Welcome to Relief Entertainment. I'm Mr. Parks. I trust you understand what we do here?" he asked, standing pretty much in the middle of the room with his muscular arms crossed.
The mouse shook his head, "No, I just...got this email from the temp agency and they said I would be perfect for the job," he says, ears perked a bit with pride.
The tiger chuckled and nodded, "That you would be...but, first, let me ask you a few questions. Do you prefer men or women?"
The mouse blinked a little bit in confusion, "Um...isn't that...kind of a personal question?" he asked softly.
The tiger raised an eyebrow, "Do you...prefer...the company of men...or women?" he asked more slowly.
The mouse swallowed a bit in intimidation, "W-women."
Mr. Parks nodded in reply, "Are you a virgin?"
The mouse was starting to get a bit worried that he'd walked into an interview for a porno company, "I...I'm not really comfortable with...I don't want to do porn..."
The tiger laughed suddenly, his head tossed back, leaving the mouse looking even more nervous, "Oh, dear boy...you won't be doing that. Well...you won't get paid for it anyway," he replies.
Benjamin's eyes widened and immediately tried to edge toward the door he had entered from, "Um...Mister...mister Parks, I think I should be, um...g-going-" he said and gasped softly as he tried the handle. The door was locked from the outside. He was trapped. The mouse quickly whirled around to face the advancing tiger, "Mr. Parks, please...please, let me out. I thought...this was for a job interview..."
The tiger chuckled as he walked further inside, "Oh, it's an interview...just not for a job. Come on," he said, large paw suddenly shooting out to grip the mouse's headfur. Before he could react, he was dragged toward the opposite door. The mouse struggled as much as he could, but he was soon pulled through into a larger room.
His eyes widened as he looked around, jaws dropped. There were other males and females in the room, all attached to some sort of device. The tiger continued to drag the mouse in kicking and screaming, "W...wait, please! Please, I want to go home!" he cried out.
They passed a fox who appeared to be trapped inside of a large plastic ball. He had been forced to bend forward, his cock shoved into his mouth. A hole was open, leaving the fox's tailhole completely accessible. From what the mouse could see as he struggled, there was no way for the ball to be opened. All he could see were two tubes coming from the ball, stuck into the male's side, apparently as a feeding tube and bladder release. The mouse was horrified. He struggled all the more, "Mr. Parks, please--" he started to cry out, but the tiger smacked him on the side of his head sharply.
"Shut up," he said simply. The mouse's weak paws were trying to pull back from the paw that gripped his headfur so tightly. It wasn't long before they passed a naked female leopard on a table. It appeared that her arms and legs were held to the legs by a steel band just above the elbow and knees, riveted to the table leg. Her muzzle was held open by a ring gag. Both of her ends were easily accessible and it appeared as if the table could be raised and lowered, but there was no way to release her.
The mouse whimpered and shook in horror as he saw furs turned into what amounted to furniture. They soon came upon an empty contraption and the tiger shoved him against it. He cried out and struggled, but was easily overpowered by the tiger. Benjamin felt a paw shove his head down into a half circle hole cut into a plank of wood. His paws were forced right in next to his head and he felt another plank cinch behind his neck. The mouse struggled and whimpered out, trying to look around, but couldn't see much.
The tiger worked silently, putting the mouse's head and paws into the stocks-like contraption. Reinforced steel rivets were shot into the latches, permanently locking them together. He then lifted the mouse's legs, roughly, leaving him dangling from the stocks. The mouse's legs were bent and pressed to two more half circle holes. The second half was then slipped on, appearing to be something of a chair. The mouse was being turned into a custom desk and he didn't even realize it. The whole time, the mouse struggled and whimpered, pleading to be let go.
Mr. Parks finished the creation by screwing the top of the desk to the supports. Benjamin's head was barely visible unless you looked under the desk. The mouse couldn't comprehend what was happening to him, but suddenly founds that the tiger was cutting his clothing off. The mouse struggled, but there was nothing he could do. He was soon naked and cried out as the tiger smacked his ass hard.
"Now, listen. You are nothing now. You're a toy, an object. It doesn't matter if you want to be or not. It's what you are now. You have no name, no possessions, no nothing. You exist to give others pleasure and you'll give it whether you want to or not," the tiger told the former mouse," Now, I leave the option of castration up to the new owner, so they'll make that decision. Some enjoy milking their furniture for their cum, some don't want to bother with the mess."
Benjamin couldn't see the tiger as he could barely turn his head, "You...you can't be serious! L-let me out, please! I didn't do anything wrong!"
The tiger laughed again and smacked the bare mouse ass, "Look, just get used to it. In a minute, I'll be welding your gag on and you won't be able to talk anymore, so I'll give you the chance for one last decision. Would you like to cum one last time in case your new owner decides you don't need that cute little dick?"
Benjamin whimpered in fear, his heart beating quickly. He started struggling, but only managed to shake his ass. The mouse mffed and whimpered, "P-please...please, I'll do anything, just don't do thi--" he begged, but found a muzzle suddenly being forced over his face. His jaws spread open as the hood was placed over. He was completely blind, unable to see anything since the mask blotted out all light. To his horror, he couldn't hear anything either!
"Tsk tsk...they never agree to one last cum..." the tiger said to himself as he slid the hood on that the mouse would never take off again. As he pulled the zipper down, he lifted up the welding gun and proceeded to melt the zipper, ensuring that it would never be pulled back up again. The hood was mechanical. It could forc the jaws closed, ensuring quiet furniture or it could open for oral sex and feeding.
Benjamin's world had suddenly gone quiet and dark. He struggled with panic, not sure what to do now. He whimpered out, though his couldn't talk anymore. The tiger couldn't have been serious that...he'd never be able to talk again, could he? The mouse stayed there for hours, maybe days, he didn't know. The mouse gasped suddenly as he felt something cold and slick slide over his tailhole. He squirmed as much as he could and made a muffled sound as something forced its way into his tailhole. He cried out, but not much noise came out from his closed jaws. He felt the burning pain as whatever it was slid in and out of him.
Mr. Parks watched with amusement as he watched a potential owner test drive the desk he had made. It was a middle-aged raccoon. The raccoon was kind of pudgy and had obvious wrinkles due to his age. He moaned as he slid his cock into the young mouse's ass. He gripped the sides of the desk, holding onto it as he started to fuck the trapped mouse.
"Oh fuck...Mr. Parks, you say...this desk's never been used?" the raccoon asked as he pumped his hips firmly into the boy's hole.
The tiger shook his head and chuckled, "Nope. Didn't even try it myself."
The raccoon pulled back, smacking the ass with his hard, but small dick, "Hmm...how's the mouth?"
Benjamin was crying pitifully into his mask, though no one could really know. Suddenly the pain in his ass stopped and he felt some relief. Soon, though, he felt his jaws being forced open. He whimpered and soon felt his first cock on his tongue. He mffed and struggled more in disgust as it slid in and out between his lips. The mouse couldn't do anything to stop what was happening to him. He was forced to suck a cock. It wasn't long before his muzzle was flooded with cum. The mouse felt like throwing up, but just as the flow ended, his jaws were forced shut again. He either had to swallow the disgusting cum or let it sit in his mouth. He swallowed.
The tiger nodded and watched as the coon filled the mouth with his spunk, "Well? What do you think?"
The older male grinned, "Always wanted one of these things. It'll be nice to get my dick sucked while I'm typing up reports...I'll take it."
Mr. Parks nodded with a grin, "Wonderful. Are you wanting the genitals removed as well?"
The raccoon seemed to contemplate and finally shook his head, "No, don't worry about that."
The two walked off to discuss payment as well as arrangement of delivery.
Weeks and months passed and the desk couldn't remember how long it had been a desk. It thought that it had been a long time, though. It got fed through a tube surgically implanted in its stomach. Every so often it's owner would fuck it's ass or cum in its mouth to give it some additional nutrition. Sometimes its owner would even make it cum, too. That was very nice of him, even if it did then have to drink its own cum directly afterward. It came to realize that life wasn't particularly difficult for a desk and it should be happy it no longer needed to worry about money or a job or any of the other things people worry about. It was useful in its own way now.