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Waxing Perversion

So many odds statues among the Kobolds. Or are they?

Seki – Vulpera Fire Mage 80 – Item Level: 720

Though many adventurers, especially from the Explorer’s League, would dare the Ring Deeps… Not so many were as crazy as to cross through the Kobolds’ territory.

No. The Ringing Deeps were already a territory generous in resources, in metal, even in crystals that could be sold for a hefty price on any marketplace.

But…

There would always be an exception, a but, a potential for someone to discover unexplored paths or ransack what could be one of the most dangerous places left in the Ringing Deeps.

That one, or perhaps the old blood-riddled crevices where the Goblins had been prevailing.

But even Seki had some hint of sanity left.

The Vulpera Fire Mage was not crazy. Or so he figured himself.

Clad in boiled-leather armor, fashioned to be as light as possible on the Mage’s thin frame, Seki was and could be compared to an adventurous Vulpera and a proud member of the Explorer’s League.

The delves? Done and redone. The land of Azj-kahet? Explored and mapped himself. As for Hallowfall? He would have loved to explore the depths of the Undersea if not for the dangerous Kobyss and the expeditions that had already met their demise before.

Remained then the little secrets, the places that had been explored with a cursory glance until a prize would get someone’s attention.

Many a dangerous place was known as such… But none titillated the Vulpera’s curiosity as Darkflame Cleft.

Rumor had it that a powerful candle artifact was hidden in its depths. Something even the local and somewhat useful guides of the resistance would not dare to talk about. And though it might be greedy or cruel to steal from some Kobolds…

There was still an idea that the artifact might be useful against the woes to come.

Hence, with a slight grin, Seki put his cloak on his head and reached for one small parchment in his pocket. The paper brimmed with magic, but once he opened it and read the content out loud, his appearance shimmered.

His diminutive stature changed. His snout grew, his eyes faced forward, and his tail lost its fur. Even his face lost its luscious silvery coat, leaving it glabrous except for whiskers. He looked like any Kobold, missing a candle he created by using one of his own illusion spells.

Seki is Disguised

“Seki, here we go,” he said with that jovial gait. He stepped onward, descending the slope leading to the center of the Kobold territory. None of the guards paid him heed as he walked, nor were the summoned elementals or creatures. No, they merely handed him a stack of wax and told him to go to the Keep.

To them, he looked like any other Kobold… And he would have jumped, lest for the price this glamour cost him.

“Keep calm, Seki. Keep calm. You’re not inside,” he said, repeating as he walked around the workers while they approached the Keep. The Earthen mine looked almost similar to any other mine, except for the obvious signs of defacement. But as soon as he entered, Seki grinned. Many Explorers had disappeared inside the Darkflame Cleft. Probably because they went inside unprepared, or because they thought brute force would work. But none had had the guile to sneak inside alone and to use parchments and illusions to simplify the intrusion.

And so… Seki’s steps led him inside the musty cave, completed by the scent of burnt wax, of Kobold sweat… And dust. Dust that was everywhere as he stepped around, following the procession of Kobold workers carrying their wax.

Guards were watching to see if anyone was slacking, and their enormous fists were quick to collect someone in the face if they flagged. Likewise, it was those guards who tended the numerous candles placed at key spots and who ordered the line of Kobolds, which was starting to slow down… Stop. And then grow rowdy.

“I hungry!”

“Me too! Only ate two candles before!”

“Me too! Very hungry!” they shouted in chorus.

Seki almost ignored it before he felt the procession slowing and the eyes gathering on him. Even the Kobold in front of him glanced at him over the shoulder, forcing the Mage’s hand.

“I am hungry, too!”

“Everyone’s hungry!” confirmed the Kobold behind Seki.

And soon, they were rambling about their favorite roasted insects or the juiciest worms they’d found. That and the plants with the best flavor to be used as plates.

Something Seki would have noted on a different occasion, yet his magically hidden ears dropped while he listened to the constant rambles… And then. He tilted his head.

“Hey!” he shouted.

The rambling stopped, and the Kobolds looked at him. Even the nearby Brutes, looking like oversized but hairy rats, looked at him. Some scratched their chin, their temples, or their chests while Seki raised the wax he’d been carrying.

“We are hungry! Very hungry!” he shouted, shaking the wax he carried.

“We hungry! Yes!” confirmed another Kobold.

“No wax! No shiny! Food!” added another.

“But… King-“ tried one of the Guard, pointing at his mouth.

“King stupid! Food!” roared another Guard, punching his fellow in the jaw and sending him rolling. And so came the clamor.

It was… Well, not so kind to exploit the Kobold. But Seki hastily dropped his wax and watched as the surrounding Kobolds started a fight.

Some shouted ‘Food’ in their desire for a meal right now. Some shouted ‘King’ in devotion. And some shouted ‘Shinies’ or ‘Candles’ because they wouldn’t dare to join a side but wanted to fight, nonetheless.

“That’s too easy. You’re doing great, Seki,” chuckled the Vulpera as he ran toward one adjacent tunnel, away from the procession of workers and guards.

Still, the cries and roars resonated behind the Vulpera as he placed a hand on his chest and examined the poorly lit tunnel. Compared to the main artery, that one only had one or two candles and practically no Kobolds.

No kobolds except one or two that were shivering as Seki approached them. A surprise as the Vulpera mage shrugged and continued his progress while pulling a map.

He’d paid a small fortune to compile all the information from the adventurers on the mine. Usually, the adventurer would directly go to the King’s place. But as he observed it… There were a few roads that had been left ignored and formed a complex network near the known Waxatory, where Kobolds experienced with Wax and Magic.

Hence, if there were a Candle Artifact, the chances were it was hidden in that network. And as he’d taken a small passageway left, the Vulpera felt he was on the right track to find it.

Or so he thought as he kept turning around, feeling that more and more eyes were on him while he regularly examined the map near a candle.

He had turned left and then right before descending a level thanks to an old Earthen elevator. But as he examined the signs around or searched for the main arteries, it felt like he’d descended too deep to be at the Waxatory level.

“Hum… Strange. I should be at this level,” he mumbled, examining the wide room ahead.

It looked like it could have been a repository, though there were no traces of it on his map.

No, better than that, it was lit enough for him to observe what was stored there. Statues.

Massive Wax statues. In quantity, so many it was absurd they’d have so many statues stored there.

The air itself was heavy, musky, musty. Something the Vulpera felt as he hid his nose and approached those statues placed in concentric circles with all sorts of different poses. Though many were… Lubricious.

One wax statue of a Dwarf was on its knees, the hands outstretched, while its mouth was open in a position Seki might have seen with a few whores out in the open.

Another of an Orc was on all fours, looking over his shoulder.

For a second, Seki thought it was inappropriate, but he grabbed his trusty Selfie Camera and pointed it at the Orc.

Then he pointed it at a Naga, showing his slit; a Worgen pulling on his cheeks… A Wrathguard huffing while his obscene erection was… Visible.

The more he took photos, the more he noted the stamp marks on those statues’ genitals.

Then, Seki stopped in front of a statue of a Tauren. Well, that one was endowed and erect, stroking himself. But it wasn’t that which caught the Vulpera’s eyes.

No, it was… The collar around that neck.

It was a gold necklace set with an emerald at the center. And despite the place, that necklace looked not only clean but of high grade.

Enough to make Seki’s heart throb with envy as he looked at the camera, his map… And then shook his head.

“Remember. Artifact. Once you have it, maybe you can snag a jewel,” said the Vulpera, shaking his head as he continued his investigation. Many more statues were set around. And the closer to the center, the more jewels they wore. Downright to the Worgen at the center, with a collar, one ring at each finger, and even a gold band, set with rubies, cinched around the lifelike and stamped testicles.

“… Whoever made those statues must be a pervert,” said Seki, gulping as he looked at the last statue, took a photo, and hastily walked his way back.

At least, that was the idea until he heard footsteps closing in.

Steps that were abundant and completed by chuckles. By boots stomping. By helmets clinging together while a garble of words in common echoed and told Seki everything he had to know.

The Vulpera’s eyes drifted, examining the room he was in. Contrary to what he’d expected, that vault had only one entrance. The one he came from.

The others had been covered with Wax, and that same Wax was dripping from the potential ventilation tunnels that might have been big enough for the Vulpera.

Hence, as Seki’s heartbeat sped up. The footsteps grew more pressing, the Vulpera jumped to the opposite side of the room and began to channel a simple but well-known invisibility spell.

**Seki is Invisible

Seki is no longer Disguised**

As a Fire Mage, illusion magic wasn’t his forte, but it was enough for him to meld with the shadows as he watched what was a gaggle of Kobolds coming inside. Six of them, enough to overpower him if one or two ran up to him.

“Okay. Just let them inspect and then… You sneak out,” said Seki, gulping as he watched his body that had become translucent and his own. “Crap.”

What Seki might not have known was how glamours crafted by the merchants rarely accounted for a mage weaving an illusion spell about it. Hence, he could see himself and feel that the glamour had vanished.

But that thought was of little worry as he watched the gaggle of Kobolds strolling around and speaking together, pointing at different statues.

“Dog!”

“No! Orc!”

“Stop! Stop! I know! Big Cow!” shouted the last Kobold, with stamps at his belt. He stood in front of the Tauren Seki had seen. With a wide grin, the Kobold pointed at the Tauren with two hands and then waved for the others to join.

“Big cow! Stupid cow! Submit well!” shouted the others, forming a chorus. Seki watched the statue and the Kobolds around it.

A strange… Situation that was exacerbated when the Kobolds grabbed their candles placed atop their heads and approached the statue.

Each one did that, and for a moment, Seki thought it was a ritual. It could have been one… If not for the tremors.

As the wax warmed and melted, the limbs were released. The wax dripped and ran down the fur beneath, and soon the hands, coated in wax, twitched. So were the arms, the shoulders, the legs… The torso. And then the head as the wax dropped.

It dropped in large dollops, only to reveal a powerful Tauren with a… Brown fur. With one missing eye and a few scars on his body. He even had one horn cut and slowly, Seki.

“Bashan!”

Seki hid his mouth as he tried to contain his cry of surprise.

All the Kobolds were looking in his relative direction, even the Tauren had his eye towards Seki, though the invisibility spell remained. And Seki noticed it, the emptiness in the Tauren’s eye. And then, the wide smile the Tauren had.

A smile that remained when a Kobold grabbed the Tauren’s hand and pulled on it.

“Down, Cow! On all fours! Moo moo!” shouted one Kobold.

“Moo moo!” added another until the crowd was back to ignoring the statues and their surroundings to focus on the Tauren. On Bashan.

On Bashan, who mooed back, smiling and going on his legs and arms like…A cow.

“It cannot be Bashan,” mumbled Seki, gulping and looking around.

Bashan was one of the most efficient Explorers around. A monster who’d had a hand in many events that had shaken Azeroth in the last years.

A veteran who could almost kill an army alone.

And yet, here was that Veteran on all fours, being pulled by the horns and yanked before he had his face… pressed against a Kobold’s loincloth.

It was obscene; it was obviously abuse. Yet, Seki gulped silently as he watched the Tauren lick the dirty and stinky loincloth, his wide tongue dancing on the fabric to slobber on it.

But far from being done to play with the naked and exposed Tauren, the Kobolds were poking around. One planted a finger inside the Tauren’s ears, another pressed his loincloth against the Tauren’s nose. Another grabbed Bashan’s tail to yank on it in a different direction.

“What… is this?” whispered Seki, watching one of the few warriors he’d been admiring not even react. The Tauren was wise and careful, but his temper could be explosive at times. But here? No. Bashan mooed and smiled, so tame it was frightening. And yet… Exciting as the Kobold’s hands explored that powerful body.

They brushed those thighs so large they were like tree trunks. They played with that muscular, powerful posterior. And…

Seki stepped closer.

His nose was tickled, stimulated by the Kobold’s musk and the waxy scent coming from the Tauren. So was the scent of sex and of the organ that was still encased in the wax, except for his cocktip. A cocktip releasing a yellowish precum that was quite thick and dense.

Enough to get Seki intrigued as he looked around at the statues and… Saw another twitch.

He gulped, but his eyes returned to Bashan. To that Tauren, he had admired bathing and would have gladly asked him out if the Tauren had shown signs of interest.

He would have loved to explore that muscular body, to feel those throbbing muscles under his touch, or to feel that strength at work.

He would have… Loved to be with Bashan. But instead, through procuration, Seki was witnessing something else.

He watched as one Kobold grabbed the Tauren’s ass and tail to begin licking it while commending on the ‘meaty taste’. Another grabbed the Tauren’s groin, commenting on the weight and the quality of wax, though Seki frowned at that remark.

But what struck him was watching Bashan’s smile as one Kobold pulled his loincloth away to reveal his glabrous groin.

Not a fuzz, not a fuzzy spot. Just pink skin above that cock, on those heavy-hanging testicles. And on that enormous cock that was definitely much bigger than expected. It was… Almost as big as the Kobold’s forearm, and the Kobold was not even bothered by it.

Not as he pressed and smacked his cocktip against Bashan’s face, smearing that fur with precum and sweat, mingling together. A greasy mix, the Tauren licked off his lips before opening his mouth and ushering that length inside. A length he swallowed with a discreet moo before he advanced his mouth, minding his horns, to have the length slipping inside him.

And Seki… Had his cheeks burning.

It was something to see his idol or potential crush naked.

It was something else, something more deviant as he watched the Tauren’s throat bulge from the inside by that enormous cock and hearing those lips sucking on that fat rod.

There was something else in hearing the faint moo from Bashan as the Kobold behind him was finally done licking his ass and had decided to employ his own massive penis to… penetrate and stuff the Tauren.

Seki’s heart raced… And so his pants were getting tense. So tense as he pushed against them, fighting against a need that was raging in his mind.

“Don’t be stupid, Seki… Just watch and leave,” mumbled the Vulpera, approaching a bench nearby. It was covered with Wax, but enough for the Vulpera to sit while being at a fairly good distance from the Kobolds’ gaze. He was still in the shadow, not enough to be noticed.

Far enough, they didn’t hear his gasp when he saw another Kobold step behind Bashan.

This… Time. It was something else, and Seki could feel how his undergarments were brushing against his private parts as he saw another Kobold pushing against the first until they both had enough room and… A second Kobold joined it, smacking the Tauren’s ass.

It was deviancy.

A deviancy Seki admired, unable to peel his eyes away in sickening curiosity. In a sickening lust that was growing and throbbing inside his pants, guiding his hands to his… pants.

“It… Wouldn’t hurt a bit,” he said with that hint of voyeurism of someone who’d been used to this. “Don’t do it too long, and it’s good.”

His muttering was stimming. An ease as he was about to do something that looked like the worst thing he’d done. Before his eyes, he watched a hero of the Explorers League getting abused. And instead of fighting them to free the Tauren…

Seki pulled his cock out.

His shaft, ascending from his sheath, was bright red and dripping. Though none could be seen by the outside world. Seki grabbed his shaft, and his soft pads pressed against the flesh he squeezed and stroked.

Stroked while listening to Bashan’s faint moos, to his voice breaking while the Kobolds were fucking his throat… Slowly, steadily… Making that throat bulge while that ass was smacked, slapped, and pummeled by two Kobolds.

“Nice Cow ass!” shouted one, delivering a slew of slaps on the Tauren’s plump posterior while biting that tail.

Bashan mooed weakly, his cock delivering another slew of that thick precum on the floor, precum which hardened quickly despite the heat in the air…

Or the tension from the Kobolds as they were two against his face. One was fucking the Tauren’s mouth, enjoying the throat.

But another was stroking his shaft while aiming at the Tauren’s nose.

Another was aiming at the Tauren’s face. And the last one was grabbing the Tauren’s testicles, squeezing and playing with them.

“Cow almost ready!”

“Shut up! We have fun! Sticky fun!” laughed the Kobold inside Bashan’s mouth, evidently the ringleader who’d been the one to pick the Tauren from the lots of ‘statues’.

The one who evidently was the first to take his shot inside the Tauren, stuffing the Tauren's lips with his thick and sticky cum.

A cum the Tauren slurped as Seki watched, feeling both a pang of envy and desire.

He… Wished it had been his cum instead of theirs. He wished to experience those lips, wide and soft, on his own. He wished for that sultry mouth to wrap around his length instead of his paws. And despite how insulting it was… Seki couldn’t find the desire as he watched the Tauren moo while cum was shot all over him.

All over his face, all inside, and over his ass. Even in the nostrils, leaving the Tauren snorting and gargling while the Kobolds cheered and laughed.

They came, spanked, smacked… And far from being done, the one that had been examining Bashan’s genitals was the one to go for the Tauren’s mouth, using his glabrous groin to pummel the Explorer’s windpipe while Seki huffed and moaned, hiding his mouth as he tried not to be loud.

Not to cum yet as he watched them discuss and chat while one was still getting busy with Bashan’s mouth.

Seki gulped and swallowed, but… As his mind drifted from his aching balls and needy cocks, he heard something.

“Need to add more wax!” said the one currently fucking Bashan’s groin.

“More Wax! But not too much!”

“Stupid Wax! Submitting Cow!”

“Need more! Cow produces! Cow can be taken!” said the one fucking Bashan’s mouth while the Tauren seemed still as relaxed and happy to have his mouth fucked.

Those lips… Seki wanted them so badly. He desired so badly as he heard that suction, or the gulp from the Tauren swallowing that musky spunk and yet smiled… Or mooed for more.

Oh, Seki wished Bashan mooed for his cock. He watched, needy, while the Kobolds were roughly handling Bashan.

Once they were slipping their cocks back into their pants or behind their loincloths, Bashan was grabbed by the horns and pulled.

On his knees like a slut… A slut Seki would love to fuck and play with, the Tauren had his hands behind his head in that same stupid expression, while two Kobolds were busy collecting wax coming from around the statues.

They passed by Seki, who had to cover his mouth and stop masturbating, his erection still hard and needy, as they went around… And deposited the Wax near their fellows who were arguing and speaking in a squeaky language Seki couldn’t understand.

But as thoughtful as they were, it was important.

Important enough that the ringleader raised his hand, silencing the chattering, and pointed to the Wax.

“More! Cow will produce!” he said, and despite one Kobold huffing, they all grabbed the wax, they twisted and contorted before approaching it to their own candles above their heads.

It almost looked like a ritual… A perverse ritual with the Tauren keeping that stupid smile, cum dripping from his mouth while the half-melted wax was lifted right above his almost caged cock… Right above the Tauren’s flared cocktip.

For a moment, Seki’s movements died as he watched the Kobold hold that Wax steady before the first droplet landed… On the Tauren’s cocktip.

Bashan mooed but didn’t cry. No, his eyes rolled while his ears dropped… And his expression crumbled into a joyful submission when the wax dropped faster and faster… And some… Landed inside the Tauren’s urethra.

Did it hurt? Seki huffed but didn’t lose his erection. It was hurting, imagining the pain and pleasure of hot wax landing on his cock. Cock he hastily hid inside his pants while observing that ritual.

The wax dripped and dropped, landing on the Tauren’s cock in a yellowish rain… But as the Wax landed, it seemed to coalesce. No, it definitely coalesced. And whether it was from the ringleader or the others, Seki could see that Wax was… Oozing, moving, acting like a slime. And moving into the Tauren’s urethra. Invading it.

Each time a large droplet landed, the Tauren mooed but wouldn’t resist. No, his nostrils flared, and his breathing quickened, but he showed no signs of resistance as that wax was pushing inside his depths and… Seki could swear to have seen something move or wiggle underneath the Tauren’s waxed balls.

He swore he saw something move as the Kobolds smiled and chattered, melting the fashioned balls of wax they held until they were so small, so small they were like beads.

“Fetch me sign! And string!” shouted the Ring leader, smiling as he collected the beads. Then, as his fellow returned with a sign and a string, he melted the Wax in his hands, using his own heat to string the six beads to the string… Short string, he ushered inside the Tauren wide urethra, one bead at a time.

“Big Cow needs time! Time to change! Need wait!” said the Ringleader.

All the Kobolds nodded as the last bead was ushered inside, plugging the urethra before the Kobolds stepped back.

For a moment, Bashan didn’t move, then he looked around, at the circle of Kobolds now raising their hands. Seki, too, watched them. He watched as the Kobolds chanted and like animated… The Wax that had been all around the room flowed towards the Tauren.

And for a moment, Seki saw fear in the Tauren’s eyes.

He saw the stress in that gaze, the anxious horror growing on that face as the Tauren was slowly encased in Wax. As that flesh was covered with the fine layer that hardened like stone, growing over those knees, thighs, and sides.

The wax hastily covered the entirety of Bashan’s cocktip, hiding away the Tauren’s tip, though one bump indicated the presence of the Tauren’s plugged urethra.

And then… The Wax crawled higher.

It covered that thin belly, that torso, those shoulders, that powerful neck. And as the Tauren turned his head, he mooed: “Please.”

A pathetic begging, a faint sound before the Wax ran into his mouth, eliciting a gargling noise. More ran over his muzzle, his nostrils, his ears… And Seki swore he heard some squelching from the top before the Wax hardened, and the Tauren’s movements, down to the faint breathing, stopped. Only leaving behind a perfect representation of Bashan with his hands on his neck in an almost sexy show.

Only then did the Ringleader grab his pickaxe and dig one hole in the wax, above the Tauren’s groin, to pass a rope through it and attach a sign with a few words painted on it: “Conversion going! Hands off!”

Only then did the Ringleader huff, his hands on his hips while raising his chin.

“Good job, Boss!”

“Great choice! Big cow! Produce much!” encouraged another Kobold, applauding the Kobold who was taking it well, enjoying the situation. And the praises.

“Good! Good! Me good! Us eat now! And work!”

“Yes!”

Seki watched as the Ringleader was lifted by his four fellows and carried away while they laughed and cheered.

The ambiance was almost cheerful, except for what Seki had seen. What Seki was thinking about as he was still on the bench, hidden… And thoughtful.

“I… need to tell the Explorers,” he mumbled, biting his lip.

His eyes, hidden, went on the room itself… Then he waved his hand in a reflex.

“If I summon a portal… How long until…” thought Seki, before stopping his hand. No. Portals were still too unstable around the Isle of Dorn and the Depths.

Two-sided portals, from a Fire Mage like him, was dangerous. However…

“Bashan. You’ll help me,” said the Vulpera, jumping on his feet as he approached the Tauren. Now that he’d seen him being encased, he could definitely see how the statue wasn’t a real statue. The details were far too striking, the muscles too well defined. Either way, Seki opened his hand and summoned a flame within it.

Seki is no longer Invisible

In return for that light, his invisibility spell shimmered before the illusion vanished, leaving him visible in the middle of the room as he observed the Tauren and knocked at the shell.

“It’s only… Wax. How hard can it be to melt it?” asked the Vulpera, pressing the flames against the shell.

Though the Wax was definitely warming up, it was slow to do so. Slow for the frustrated and evidently cockblocked Vulpera, who huffed, pressing the flames against the Wax, against Bashan’s belly while mumbling.

“Faster. I don’t have all day until they return,” he said, looking at the entrance, though there were no sounds of the Kobolds approaching.

But he still took the precaution before he summoned another flame and pressed it against the waxy shell that was slowly melting.

The flames were magical and ought to be warmer than the Kobolds’ candles. But it was unbearably slow for the Vulpera to melt that Wax off that body. Off those arms. Worse, he had to climb all over the Tauren, sometimes pressing his body against Bashan’s to get that shell off in needy places.

And… The Tauren wasn’t moving at all.

Despite having his belly and arms liberated, the Tauren wasn’t moving at all. Well, until Seki sat on the Tauren’s shoulders and started to melt the wax of Bashan’s face.

It seemed to be enough because it got the Tauren twitching. And trembling.

The fingers stretched, opened, and closed. The arms shook off.

“That’s it, big guy. Help me remove that wax.”

If he liberated Bashan, it was sure the Explorers League would reward him. No. Even better.

“Maybe… If I help free you, I could deserve a little rendez-vous?” asked Seki, having a sly grin…

A grin he lost when he felt one hand closing on his back.

“Hey. What’s- HAPPENING?” he shouted, cried when he was thrown off the Tauren’s shoulder and onto the floor.

Stunned, dazed, Seki watched the Tauren. Watched that face, covered in Wax, turn towards him. Then, without a single movement, the Wax dropped off the Tauren’s torso and legs, entirely melted.

In that moment, Seki’s brain scrambled. He was looking at a Tauren whose eyes, nose, and ears were covered. Yet, Bashan’s body mechanically advanced towards him. One step at a time.

“Fu-Fuck! Bashan! Whatever you are! Stay away!” shouted Seki, extending one hand and summoning a flame in his palm.

It was but a small spell, the smallest blast. But with surprising accuracy, Seki hit Bashan’s head with it, in the hope of getting that Wax off.

But besides burning a few strands of fur on the Tauren’s neck, that… Wax remained. It was still on the Tauren’s face. And the Vulpera, on his ass and legs, was trying to twist and turn… Only for him to bump against something.

Not a statue, no. Against a steamy, stinky, and sticky loincloth.

“Me smart! Smelled new slave!” shouted a Kobold.

The sixth Kobold.

Seki thought that Kobold had left already… Yet, he was holding a collar he forced onto the Vulpera's neck.

New Gear Equipped: Wax-Bound-Enchanted Collar – Effect: Silence

Seki’s eyes widened as he instantly felt the magic inside him die down, go silent… Before he tried to cry as an avalanche of wax, brought by Bashan, landed on him… Covering him. Coating him. Drowning him… Until all Seki could see was the empty void.

-

Seki – Vulpera Fire Mage 80 – Item Level: -3

Seki huffed, reaching for the back of his head, and he could feel that throbbing bump. His fur was also crusty, but there were no signs of bleeding.

However, he felt dizzy. No, worse, he had to squint to look ahead despite the powerful light that was around. He blinked, squinted, and reached around.

He was on the floor, certainly. But he could feel the hard stone against his fur and then, the presence of something around his neck: cold, unpleasant… And certainly heavy.

No. As he moved his hands around, he could feel more weight. Same as he moved his feet, kicking the wax that was stuck to them, and only then did he sit up.

He could hear something about growls and huffs around. He could hear chuckles and smirking creatures babbling around something. But he looked at his hands, at the metallic cuffs covered with a thin layer of wax.

Then at his feet, then at the silvery collar around his neck.

His mind raced before he closed his eyes.

“Questions after. First… Get out,” mumbled Seki.

In his mind, he was already thinking about the formula for the teleportation spell. His target had to be Dornogal, the closest place. Any further and it would fail, and-

“What?” Seki mumbled, opening his eyes to his fingers; he opened and closed them. His claws twitched. Opening them, closing them… Then, he closed his eyes again.

Again, the formula. The potential distance, the target he wanted to reach, and-

“FUCK!”

He cried, crumbling forward in an almost prostrate position.

“Come on. You’re not a neophyte. You can do it,” he mumbled again. But the magic he felt so easily eluded him. Teleportation was difficult, but it shouldn’t be so difficult. He should be a good mage, not an idiot, back to being mentored like a moron.

And then… He sighed.

“It has to be the collar. It has to be this,” he mumbled as he opened his eyes again and pressed them against his face.

He pressed on his eyes, trying to remove all the stress and pain that was behind, all the flaring pain that would come whenever he was thinking too much. And then, he looked around.

The room was… Similar to the Vault he’d been in.

The walls were covered in Wax that formed little hills. Candles were everywhere, planted in the waxy slopes or on the outcropping stone structures that might have been an amphitheater or something akin to it.

There was also a sort of reverence to it due to the candle in the middle, the biggest of all, that was gleaming bright and almost blindingly so. Enough for Seki to rub his eyes in pain whenever he tried to peer at it.

“Where am I?” he asked, slowly standing up on his feet. His balance was wobbly at best, but he could stand up… Naked, without decorum, as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

No statues. No other people captured in wax. And… Finally, as he stumbled further from the Candle, he heard something. A suction, of something akin to it. No, the Wax coalesced before his eyes to form a creature. An elemental.

“H-Away!” he tried to say, beginning with a Hello, only to see those eyes focused on him with an unfeigned hostility.

The Vulpera extended his hand, his mind working out the kinks of a spell as a reflex. But once more, it didn’t pan out, much like teleportation. No, the moment the formula was complete, and he was to feel the drain from the spell being cast, it never happened.

Remained then the fear, the despair… The horror. And Seki dropped to his knees, heaving.

“Fuck… I’m… Fucked,” he mumbled.

“Pet is awake! Pet is awake!”

The Vulpera raised his eyes. The Elemental hadn’t moved at all or approached. No, the top of the creature, lit like a candle, swayed while looking at something behind Seki.

And soon, Seki felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at it to see a Dracthyr with blue scales. But much like Bashan, that face was covered with wax.

Seki recoiled, pushing against the hand that had been firm, before he heard a chuckle and saw two smaller figures hidden behind the Dracthyr.

“Pet awake. Golem, good servant.”

Seki gulped, looking up at the Dracthyr who was covered with Wax down his neck. Or at least, that part was the largest. Beneath, the wax was thinnest, like a shell, but it covered the arms and legs, shifting the color from the blue scales to a faint green.

And much like Bashan, even the genitals had not been spared by it, leaving the Vulpera gulping and then turning his gaze to the Kobolds.

“You… You fucker! What have you done to them?” Seki shouted with all the rage that someone pushed to the limit could have.

Someone who roared, snarled, had his fur puffed up as he jumped towards the Kobolds clad in robes, who recoiled. They looked like Elders and acted as such, warding their faces with their arms before Seki’s clawing hands.

But Seki wasn’t able to touch them. No, Seki was lifted by the scruff and unable to land, all thanks to the Waxed Dracthyr lifting him and keeping him bound.

“Scale Golem good! Very good!” praised one of the Kobolds, raising his thumb to the Waxed who… Didn’t react.

But Seki was still held up, kicking, growling, and snapping his teeth.

“What is Pet?” asked the other elder.

“Furry pet. Precious. Rare.”

“I am not a pet!” roared Seki, feeling his heart throbbing inside his chest while the fear continued to plague his thoughts, to weigh on him. The fight-or-flight reflex was now on. But compared to the Golem or the Waxed Dractyr, they looked like fair game.

Much like him, they were small. They wore those robes and had a lantern atop their heads instead of a plain candle.

Furthermore, their wide snouts had mustaches and beards that dangled against their chests. And their eyes had bags, though they had that smirking attitude as they approached, and poked at Seki’s hands, before he tried to claw their hands.

“Feisty Pet. Good for what?”

“I’m not a pet!” roared Seki again, shaking his hand in their direction.

“Not combat. Too small and weak. Magic?” asked the one with the longest Beard.

“Magic,” confirmed the second, with the widest snout, pointing at Seki’s collar. “What do?”

“Hey! Stop talking about me! I can speak to you!”

“Stupid!”

Producing a wand from his robe, Long Beard smacked Seki’s face. Then, with that same brutal and disdainful attitude, the Kobold smacked Seki’s legs.

The Vulpera yelped, still trying to shake himself off the Waxed Dracthyr’s hand, though it did little for him to escape.

No, it only made his scruff chafe and hurt… And earn him another smack on the thigh, making him cry.

“Stop it!”

“Loud pet! Very loud! Guards! Come! Need help for look!”

“You lazy! Why us?!”

The smaller Kobolds huffed and had their hands on their hips while Seki heard the heavy steps, followed by the larger Kobolds. By those two hulking beasts entering the room, with one using his little finger to scratch his ear.

“What problem? Pet small. Captured easy. Kobold brought it. What problem?” asked the ear-scratching brute.

“Pet too feisty!” replied an Elder, waving his own wand. “Need calm for look!”

“Can’t look with look?”

“You stupid! Get Pet and help!” shouted Wide Snout.

With that, the Waxed Dracthyr threw Seki towards the brutes. The Mage almost flew, waving his arms and legs. His balance was thrown off, and soon he landed in one of the Brute’s arms. He tried then to bite those fingers, to scratch, and bounce off those arms.

Notwithstanding his inability to leave even a scratch on those arms covered with that thick hide…. He was grabbed by the ankle the moment he tried to jump off.

No, he was dangled upside down, looking at the Brutes who eyed him, while the Elders cheered.

“What is this-HRMPh!”

Seki is bruised

Seki gargled and spat. His breath was stolen from him by a fist colliding with his chest. And another. The Brute only hit him twice, but it felt like his whole body was broken from the hit. It felt like his bones broke loudly, and even his guts were churned.

“Like this?” asked a Brute.

“More! Need calm!”

“Calm quiet?”

“No! Calm calm! Not calm quiet!”

“Oki.”

“Wai-Wait! I’l-“

Again, Seki was hit. But this time, it was his face alongside his chest. He was getting beaten, smacked, and pummeled. Left dangling from one leg, the pressure on his ankle wasn’t the worst he could experience. No, he was getting rattled from all the hits.

The fists connected with his chest, his back, his other leg, and even his testicles. But his face was surely getting the worst of it, as he could feel it swelling.

He could barely open his eyes due to how swollen they were. He could smell the scent of blood in his own breath or sample it on his tongue.

And yet, it wouldn’t stop. Not as he tried to beg, only to be silenced by another hit and to end up gargling and spitting on the floor.

Seki is bloody

The Elders cheered in front of him, their voices not even covered by the beating he was taking. His ears were ringing and drooping. His nose couldn’t pick up any smell but blood.

The more the Kobolds beat him, the more numb he became.

His sides were hurting as much, so were his limbs. So were his shoulders that felt dislocated. So was his entire self as he was beaten, smacked… And then dropped on the floor without much ceremony.

Seki is heavily injured

“Good. Calm calm.”

“Not calm quiet.”

“Broken look.”

“Shoo! Shoo! We look!”

Long Beard was the one to shoo the Brutes away as they huffed but turned their backs, leaving much like before, leaving Seki behind.

A sniffing and gargling and spitting and tearing up Seki. A Mage who’d not been beaten for so long, one who’d purposefully avoided conflicts by becoming a member of the Explorers’ League.

He sniffed, snorted the blood inside his nose, and spat it while he babbled a “Pshleash.”

His gums were swollen, too. And perhaps he’d gotten a dislocated tooth, too.

But he didn’t try to move, not even as the Elders and the Waxed Dracthyr lifted Seki, forcing him to sit on his posterior despite his entire body hurting… Down to his genitals, which were reeking of urine now.

He wanted to die. He’d peed himself while beaten up. Then… He could only cry, while barely capable of peering at the Kobolds watching over him and poking at the bruised spots.

“S-Shtop,” he tried to say, but it was the third time they poked at his bruised sides, at the broken ribs. He was sure they were broken because it was hurting way too much whenever he tried to breathe.

“Pet very squeaky!”

“Pet must train. Promising!”

“Promising?” asked Long Beard, tilting his head and grabbing one of Seki’s ears to blow inside it, despite the Vulpera’s whines.

“Promising! Small hands!”

“Ohhhh! Right! Promising!”

They surely had plans for the Vulpera. Seki listened, keeping his head low, trying not to anger them… Especially as he watched them bring out that wand and… use it to poke at his genitals.

“Wax a lot?” asked Wide Muzzle.

“Not Cow or big. But can. Need more wax. More.”

“Yes! Magic?” asked the other, poking at the Vulpera’s necklace, at the enchanted trinket that was now stopping him from casting his magic.

“Not yet,” replied Wide Muzzle, shaking his head before poking at Seki’s cheeks with the wand. “Later. When Wax more!”

“Wax! Wax!”

“Wax! Wax!”

Seki’s ears dropped once released, and so did his shoulders. He didn’t dare to look around as the Elders chanted and jumped around. He could feel the glance of the Waxed Dracthyr on his back while the small Kobolds ran around, grabbing something to bring it around.

Whatever it was, it took them a few rounds while Seki was sitting plainly, his hands on his legs. It was the posture that hurt the last except lying down, but lying down seemed out of order. And-

SWACK!

Seki is Waxed x1

Something heavy and sticky hit the back of Seki’s hand, almost toppling him forward while he cried in pain and horror.

He felt that thing, heavy like clay, press against his back. Only for something else to hit him in the shoulder on his left. This time, despite the pain, Seki turned his head and looked at the Elder throwing that half-melted wax at him.

The sheer surprise was completed by the weight of the Wax hitting his shoulder… And the pain as if that wax seemed to melt.

Then followed the disgust as that Wax was now spreading over his arm, no, over his fur. It was covering it, forming a thick and sticky shell on it, while Seki gulped and gasped.

“N-No!” he cried, reaching for that Wax with his fingers to remove it.

But as he tried to grab it, it felt like glue. Or worse. The more he pulled on it, the more the Wax stretched and enclosed his fingers despite Seki pulling and pulling.

He gargled, heaved. He cried when another ball of Wax hit him.

“Covering! Wax! Wax! Wax!”

“Wax! Wax! Wax! Everywhere!”

Seki is Waxed x6

Seki’s watery eyes turned to see the elder Kobolds chime in and continue their dances, collecting the Wax like one would collect snowballs to throw at him. And because the substance was heavier, it hurt like being pelted.

And everywhere it landed, it splashed around before it dripped over Seki’s fur.

It was on his back, neck, shoulders, arms… Hands. Feet.

He looked at himself, raised his hands to see that thin shell coalescing on his palms. And then, he felt it… Hit his head.

He fell on his side, stunned, while he gasped for air. More Wax landed on his thighs and then… Onto his groin. Onto his nether he was trying to cup and cover, to hide… To stop.

“S-Schtop!” he cried again, only to receive another ball of Wax in the muzzle.

He could barely see, could barely watch. And the more that Wax landed on him, the more it dripped before his swollen eyes before he had to close them. Blind.

Seki is Waxed x11

But not only. That same Wax pressed onto his ears, pressed them, and forced them to close. It was on his chin and neck, forcing the collarbone and chin to join like a helmet while the Wax was starting to cover the Vulpera’s features.

“Shc-grgl!”

Seki is Waxed x17

The Vulpera’s mouth had been hit, and he could taste that bland flavor on his tongue, inside his mouth, and spreading over his gums and teeth. Deeper.

His eyes were closed, but his nostrils flared, only for the Wax to intrude. But it wouldn’t stop there. Nose, ears, eyes, mouth. Even his genitals were encased, and then his posterior.

His body was pelted and then covered, forming a sort of cocoon around him. Darkness was enveloping him, the weight of the Wax pressing on his bruised body… Swallowing him. Swallowing him as he could only hear the faint chant of the two elder Kobolds who were happy, grinning… And surely enjoying the Vulpera’s muffled cries.

**Seki is Waxed x20

Seki is Wax-Bound**

_Then… Nothing.

For a moment, Seki couldn’t feel anything. Pain had started to fade and disappear, leaving him in the dark. His fingers wouldn’t answer, nor his feet. Or any part of his body. He was blocked, encased, limited.

And the night was around him._

_At first, he counted. Then he tried to recall the formulas of his youth. Frost Nova, which was easy and involved summoning enough water, then reducing its temperature in a burst.

But those he’d learn recently… They were starting to elude him. So he tried to think about something else. The map of Dorn, of the Depths. Then of Kalimdor. Then Vol’dun.

And when those maps were starting to fade, he changed._

_He tried to focus inward.

Despite not being a healer, he knew about his body. Breathing, from his heart to his lungs. But he couldn’t feel a heartbeat at any moment. And breathing seemed so distant. But somehow, he wasn’t afraid of it.

He wasn’t choking or dying from the lack of air.

So he rested, but those functions were lost. Kidneys, liver, spleen, gallbladder. Names he knew, but he couldn’t tell why._

_As he turned inward, he could feel something.

Sphincter. He could remember its name, but more so, he could remember he wasn’t supposed to feel something going inside through it.

He felt that thing sneaking further inside him like a parasite, like poison. Slowly, steadily, his mind was so starved for attention that it was entirely aware of that creeping motion, as if minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries could pass in between.

He could not feel anything except that thing progress into his depths and yet, planting itself within him. And changing him, with that prickling over his body._

_But it wouldn’t stop there. Not only.

No. As the structure settled within him in his sphincter, he could feel something else way above. His… Earlobes, yes. Sensitive to air, to the faintest movements, so he wouldn’t be surprised by predators or any potential dangers.

The faintest hair on them was stroked. And then, he was aware of something that had slithered its way inside. Deep._

_His mind, again craving, followed the path down the ear hole and then into the canal. It felt the creeping motion, the faintest throb going through that slithering parasite as it went through his ear, having carved a passage without blood to invade his inner ear, then and then… A place he couldn’t feel at all.

But whenever there was a throb, he was aware of a shift in his balance even though he was certain not to have moved._

_But as the mind drifted, it was aware of the other places. His nostrils were dilated and invaded, too. The tendrils were deep inside the cavity, then down his throat. But it went over the sinuses, making him smell perfumes that were familiar but impossible.

All the while, he was surrounded by a sensation of peace that was enthralling.

Surrounding him like a blanket. Even when he sensed it playing. No, encapsulating his sheath. It was there, inside, pulling on the folds of skin to explore the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

And once it was there, it inserted itself into Seki’s urethra. It burned, it ached for a century. Then, it was over and done. And the mind became curious as to the exploration.

As to what the parasite was doing now._

_He could feel it at the base of his numb and limp organ, titillating the two potential ends. One was explored, full of fluids, and then filled by the parasite as the fluids were absorbed and removed.

With it came a relief that surprised Seki but was entirely appreciated, as the other part of his mind was to explore the other end and then… The slow… progress._

_Seki was at peace. Surrounded, embraced by the Wax.

It could sense it stretching tendrils in every part of his anatomy that wasn’t explored. It even detailed the Vulpera’s skin under the fur. For the Vulpera was starting to count as he could sense the Wax passed around each follicle, pulling ever so slightly on the lone hair before moving on to the next.

A slow and tedious movement, the Mage’s mind was captivated by, pulling in all directions as his mind couldn’t fathom everything that was to happen.

Everything was moving much faster by the moment._

_After years, months, hours, minutes… The movements from the Wax accelerated, and so did his mind in a course to follow what was happening to his inner organs. To himself as he had to understand.

He had to hold on to something. Anything. Memories. Numbers. Words. Sensations. Connections. Feelings. Desires. Anything that could be Seki and-_

-

Waxing Perversion 2

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Seki – Vulpera Fire Mage 63 – Item Level: -3

Seki gasped. Yet, he couldn’t breathe.

His heart beat faster and faster, trying to keep up as his brain was now crying out for air. He gargled, his fingers twitching as he reached for his face. He reached for the Wax covering it, clawing at it, trying to remove it.

He cried, but no sound came while his diaphragm compressed his lungs.

He planted his claws into the soft Wax, with his toes and fingers. But he felt limited. So sluggish, and that Wax was so slow to drip down, to fall.

Fear was in his every thought as he tried to pull faster on the Wax until he could feel the fur underneath… And then, he stopped.

He stopped and opened his eyes.

Opened his nostrils as he breathed again after a while. His eyelids were sluggish, and the surrounding light blinded his eyes. Light. Candles.

The numerous flames were all around as he turned his head, feeling how slow his movements were. He still turned and looked around, seeing all those statues surrounding him. But some looked different from what he remembered.

Or maybe he remembered wrong.

Nevertheless, he blinked as then, with a ‘pop’, his ears were free. And then, he could hear the chants from the Kobolds. Kobolds, he observed, the whole gaggle around him. Six of them.

Their cries were ecstatic, but not all were focused on him. No, a part was focused on a Tauren and another on a Worgen. They, too, were getting their shells melted, but it was slower for them.

And… Seki reached for his throat, feeling the necklace that was still there. He looked around, then… He moved one leg. It didn’t hurt.

No. Only then could Seki realize his body wasn’t hurting at all.

Instantly, he reached for his cheeks. But no bruises, nothing. Only the sensation of poking everything through gloves as he looked and noted the Wax was still on him, only thinner.

“Pet! Come!” shouted one Kobold with stamps attached to his belt.

Seki is Controlled

Despite what Seki wanted, his body moved. Or rather, the Wax moved his body against his will. He turned, took one step, and approached one Kobolds, who poked at him with fingers.

His white fur definitely had that waxy look. And… As Seki followed, he could even see the shell around his testicles.

Then, when the Kobold stepped behind him and grabbed his buttcheeks, the Vulpera blushed but stayed silent.

He could sense something was inside him and yet not. It was as if his guts had been lined but remained sensitive, making him feel he always had something inserted within his asshole.

But the moment the Kobold inserted two fingers inside his sphincter? Seki moaned loudly. He almost threw his head back before covering it while the Kobolds laughed around.

“Needy pet! Needy pet!”

“Almost ready!”

“S-Shut up! Or I’ll melt you all,” mumbled the Vulpera, raising his hand.

It was pointless, but he still wanted to give his spell a try. Another pyroclastic blast, the most difficult spell he had to learn, and for that he needed…

Seki blinked. He’d blanked.

His dismay, as visible as it was, had little importance for the Kobolds grabbing his arms and pulling on them, pulling him closer to the Worgen and the Tauren who were finally exposed. The Tauren wasn’t Bashan, but he looked like an Adventurer.

“Where? It’s… Not a dream?” asked the Tauren.

Meanwhile, the Worgen didn’t speak but grabbed his genitals, huffing. He squeezed his testicles, whining and mumbling.

A reaction Seki found absurd before he looked at his own testicles and… Heard the grumbles of the Tauren doing the same.

Then, it was Seki’s turn to feel it. To sense something that was squirming inside his own scrotum. He grabbed the white and fluffy testicles, pulling on his scrotum to the point of pulling it away from his body. And he could see how his testicles were bigger.

No, he could see the spermatic cords being bloated to the point of hurting whenever he brushed them. And then, it was his epididymis for each testicle. The…. Organs were bloated from within, and at every little movement, something was squirming inside them in an alien and invasive sensation that made his stomach churn.

“Wh-What is this?” he mumbled, sickened and yet… Feeling how his cock was warmer.

Before he could examine or even squeeze his ballsack even further, Seki’s hands were smacked, both. So were the Worgen or the Tauren’s. All hands were smacked while a small Kobold was around, poking at their swollen testicles.

“Don’t hurt Wax! Wax cow!” shouted the Kobold, followed by a smack on the Tauren’s nutsack, making the Tauren moo and cry.

He even craned his neck, trying to cup those aching orbs despite the Kobold continuously delivering hit after hit, making the large Bovine cry and huff.

Seki recoiled, taking a step back. However, as soon as he took that step, his legs hardened, and the Wax under his feet latched onto his leg.

“Trying to leave? Bad Pet!” shouted the Kobold, smacking Seki’s ballsack even though he was told not to ‘hurt’ it. His groin flared with pain, and the Vulpera clenched his teeth while tensing his entire body. A tension that was coming from the pain… Furthermore, from that alien sensation. Of that wiggling thing settled inside his nutsack and now moving.

Seki’s mind raced, and his stomach churned.

His abdomen burned with that alien and painful sensation as he bent forward, clutching his belly. A similar situation for the Worgen, while the Tauren’s arms were hardened so he couldn’t clutch his jewels.

“What is this?” asked the Tauren out loud.

“My… My balls,” moaned the Worgen, finally speaking.

“There is something… Moving up the… vas deferens,” huffed Seki, only to be met with a glance from the two. By their curious eyes, as they wouldn’t understand. “It’s…”

Seki blinked. He’d blanked.

He knew that word, but he couldn’t describe it. It was like speaking about the contents of a room that was empty. And… He blinked again before he hissed, clenched his teeth, and nearly dropped to his knees.

But the moment he flagged down, the Wax on his legs hardened so he wouldn’t drop.

That thing was climbing up his scrotum, inflating the cords joining his testes to the abdomen. He was definitely feeling it like two large lumps that were climbing upward. And the same was visible from the Tauren and the Worgen, their testicles having those two same lumps that were climbing up their low-hanging testicles only to disappear inside their groins.

But the dismay and the frustration, nor the pain, weren’t gone.

Neither was it for Seki, though, despite the pain and the difficulty, he could sense how… Fuzzy his groin was.

Finally, as the lumps were inside him and merging, his body…. No, his groin shot with pleasure. Seki’s eyes fluttered while he tried to control his quivering limbs, his legs, his arms. His body trembled as if he were sick. His eyes closed and reopened. His nostrils flared. His fingers twitched every so often. And then…

Then, he felt that fuzziness, that pleasure, vanish and leave him instead with a burning sensation inside his penis.

The same could be said of the Worgen and the Tauren, who whined and huffed, their tails between their legs, until Seki could see what was happening to them and experience it himself.

Their genitals were covered with the Wax, akin to a chastity cage. But the moment the lump reached the tip of the cock, the hardened shell opened… And something slipped out.

It happened to the Tauren, to the Worgen… And to Seki as he looked down, watching that yellowish cum ooze from between the Wax and then drip on his sheath and then his testicles.

Meanwhile, the Kobold seemed satisfied as he watched the trio and then collected their fluids.

“Hmm… Thick,” said the Kobold when sampling the Tauren’s cum. He then grabbed a stamp and hit the Tauren’s nuts, making him writhe in pain while the Wax on his testicle, where he’d been hit, now bore a slight indent Seki couldn’t read.

It happened the same for the Worgen, as the Kobold licked his semen.

“Hmm. Too rich,” he said, before bringing another stamp and hitting the Worgen’s nuts twice. And then… It was Seki’s turn, with the Vulpera trembling and looking at the Kobold, who seemed quite bored with his job.

“D-Don’t stamp my nuts, please,” moaned Seki, watching his cum being collected and licked.

“Hmmm… Thin,” said the Kobold, grabbing another stamp and hitting Seki’s testicles.

And again, the Vulpera’s stomach churned as he felt sick… But he gulped down his saliva, fighting against that reflex before he exhaled… And closed his eyes.

Seki is Stamped: Cum Quality Poor!

“Okay! Pet marked! Pet can be used!” shouted the Stamper.

A cry that made Seki open his eyes as the stamper jumped away, waving behind him… Until Seki felt something smack against his cheeks. He only needed to turn his head slightly to smell it. To gaze at that enormous shaft, attached to a bigger brute of a Kobold.

That one was downright massive, practically the size of a Tauren. And a glance around, Seki confirmed more Brutes had come around… With as many as three for the Tauren who tried to lift his arm and punch one.

“Don’t touch my ass! Asshole!” roared the Tauren, before his arms stopped mid-swing, with that sheen that indicated the Wax had paralyzed him.

The Worgen, too, had his mouth locked open by the Wax, though his eyes were jumping around… And Seki. Oh, Seki trembled as he sensed one hand grab his lip and pull on it.

“Hehe, new toy,” said the Kobold.

And Seki wanted to reply or snap back. But…

Seki is Wax-Hardened!

Seki’s mouth wasn’t answering him. Only his tongue replied, and as he passed it over his gums and teeth, Seki could understand now. The Wax was there, locking his mouth open and covering his teeth with a protective layer.

Quite… A control the Vulpera couldn’t understand as he tried to gargle or voice something.

But even his throat was forced open, making it impossible to produce a sound that wasn’t a mere whistling.

“Oh, oh. New pet breaking. Me like!”

A huff from the Bovine followed the sound, and though Seki felt the same Wax harden his parts, puppeteering, he could look at the Tauren. He could look at his fellow who had been penetrated in the ass and was now frantically looking around, in a silent plea.

In that situation, if Seki still had access to his fire magic, he could still undo the Wax and melt it away so they could escape. But as he tried to cast another spell, silent… Nothing.

The necklace was still there.

In return, something else was forced onto the Vulpera as he watched that enormous cock, practically as large as his fist, being forced against his lips.

Seki wanted to cry, but a faint whistle came out of his throat while his lungs were contracted. His ribs did not hurt… But his jaw was forced open by the Wax and the Brute’s shaft.

The more the Brute of a Kobold advanced within, the more the Wax pressed on the lower jaw of the Vulpera until, with a pop, the Vulpera wanted to cry. No, he teared up.

He teared up and looked at the Worgen, seeing only that face partially as he’d been forced to go on all fours while a Brute was now playing with his posterior, fingering it, while another took that mouth.

The Worgen looked just as desperate as Seki. Just as desperate as the Tauren. Like the other victims, Seki noticed the other statues. Noticed the other Explorers, the other Adventurers that were encased in the wax in suggestive positions.

And then, Seki, despite not wanting to move or submit, had his body bend forward. He bent forward while his legs were lifted, plucked from the Wax snare like a fruit of a plant… And then forced to endure a finger inserted in his ass.

The Vulpera’s eyes bulged, almost to the point of popping out of their sockets.

That stretching was way beyond anything he’d trained for or been taking. Anything like those Brute’s fingers could be compared to a hand or fist for someone smaller.

And yet, that finger not only slipped inside but it wiggled against his inner walls with quite an ease. An ease that made the Vulpera feel sick, and disturbed… And frightened as he could feel that… protective layer inside his ass, much like in his mouth.

That was how he wasn’t hurting despite the raw and powerful penetration. And though his jaw ached, the Vulpera could tell he wasn’t entirely hurting.

Something… Something very wrong had happened to them.

And the realization could be read on the Tauren's or the Worgen’s face. They, too, were shocked and frightened by how easily their bodies were taking the abuse.

The Tauren practically had two Brutes now taking his posterior, and he wasn’t crying much in pain. And the Brute playing with his mouth was far from gentle.

Neither was it for the Worgen whose mouth was regularly penetrated, with the throat bulging from beneath due to the organ slipping in and out. And… Even the Kobold inserting more than two fingers inside the Worgen wasn’t breaking him.

A similar situation for Seki, as he felt the length continue to advance and push down his uvula. And… No gag reflex, no desire to throw up. No pain as Seki could sense the throbbing through his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

He could, in return, feel the throb of the Brute’s length before that wide and powerful belly was in front of Seki’s vision, cutting off any possibility of glancing at his fellow prisoners.

And… To understand what was happening to them.

In the end, the Vulpera was only used as a toy on one end, fucked in the mouth by the Kobold brute while his other end was stretched and teased. One finger, two fingers, three… They were going in and out of his asshole, stretching the orifice to the limit he’d thought possible.

Even then, with the three fingers inside, the Brute was trying to pry the sphincter even wider.

But it wasn’t hurting. Seki, despite all the suffering and pain he was expecting, wasn’t feeling anything from the cold air brushing his insides or the sensation of his guts being forced on. He was numb. He felt nothing from having his orifice enduring a too brutal stretching.

His mind… Then drifted as he looked at the Kobold above him, at the Kobold with that candle atop the head who huffed and moaned.

His cock was large and throbbing, pushing the limits of the Vulpera’s esophagus before it slipped out, only to go back inside. It punched in, slipped out, and each time, the tremor shaking the Kobold’s groin was growing faster.

Much faster, much more intense.

He even tucked in his stomach whenever he took a deep breath, inserting his length, only to relax his belly whenever he pulled out. Although Seki thought it was mainly for his own comfort rather than the Vulpera’s.

Nevertheless, the situation was less than enviable. And growing worse as the smacks against his chin and muzzle went faster and faster. As the Brute was definitely reaching his apex, his testicles smacked against Seki’s chin while being tighter in that scrotum.

And… As the smack grew faster and faster, leaving less and less time for Seki to accommodate the hit and recover his composure… it culminated.

It culminated with the Brute hissing and exhaling, throwing his head back while the Vulpera could feel the throb going between his lips, against his protected teeth, against his tongue, against his throat… And then ending with something warm and sticky being pumped deep inside his stomach.

Above, the Kobold seemed more than blissful. Head thrown back, locked knees, tucked-in belly, tongue sticking out… he looked so genuinely happy, it could have been cute.

It could have been, but wasn’t. Not as the Vulpera continued to feel the Kobold’s heartbeat against his tongue and… Nothing of the flavor.

Something that titillated the Vulpera as he blinked and then watched the Kobold pull out quickly. So quickly, Seki almost expected his gag reflex to react. But no.

Not at all, as he blinked, looked up at the Kobold through veiled tears, and then saw the Brute moving away, finally allowing the Kobold to watch what was happening to the others.

Seki eyed the Tauren first, watching that ass being double-tagged by the Brutes penetrating that ass. They were rowdy and brutal, smacking and hitting the Tauren’s posterior with such loud slaps that they looked like they were trying to break his pelvis.

And the Tauren, now silenced, was unable to speak. No… worse.

As Seki looked at it, his mouth was dripping with cum, and Seki could meet the Tauren eye to eye, seeing the anger and the rage in those eyes.

Then, he glanced at the Worgen, who looked almost despondent.

Despondent as he’d been released, his mouth unused and yet marked the same. But no, the worst was how the Worgen’s limbs were locked in all fours despite him being impaled on a Brute’s arms, down to the elbow.

And waved around.

A sigh that was astonishing, disturbing… And wrong as the Vulpera tried to look away. Was… It was definitely possible because he was seeing it. But it wasn’t natural. No, it wasn’t something he ought to see.

And he closed his eyes tightly, trying to ignore… And not gasp when he felt a cock being presented to his back entrance. A cock that slipped inside him without a problem.

A cock that penetrated him without him feeling anything akin to pain or suffering, only a mild pleasure or fuzziness emanating from his groin as he was grabbed by the sides and used like a toy.

Used. Like. A. Toy.

The realization hit Seki as he was moved around, while his stiff body wouldn’t move at all. He could look and glance, but only his eyes moved while his body was closer to a puppet at that moment.

And… He was impaled, his sides held so the Kobold Brute holding him could pump his cock in and out of his orifice… In a sensation that was growing pleasant, despite Seki’s displeasure.

No. The more the Brute brushed against his prostate, the more excited the Vulpera felt. And the more he could sense his own erection pushed against the Wax shell encasing his limbs and paralyzing him. He could sense the pressure growing inside his prostate and his inner organs… Down to his testicles, but… Nothing was coming.

Nothing, as the Brute continued to pump and hump until, with a satisfied growl, Seki was thrown away.

Not put aside, no.

Thrown away like a toy, discarded by someone tired of using him.

And despite Seki landing in the wax, on a hard surface, his body wasn’t hurting. Again, no rattling, no pain, nothing before he opened his eyes.

He finally dared himself to look around to observe… The Worgen who’d been finally left alone on his back.

Worse, with that angle, Seki could see the Worgen’s orifice and finally see what had happened to himself, too. The Worgen’s asshole was gaping and looked glazed. But by squinting, Seki could… See how the rim was covered by Wax forcing the entrance open. And that same layer covered the Worgen’s inner walls, keeping them wide open while cum had been plastered around… And was now oozing from the open, wide entrance.

The Tauren?

The moment Seki watched the Tauren, he shuddered.

“Too Feisty!” shouted one small Kobold, smaller than the Brute.

“Big cow angry,” said the Brute, holding the Tauren’s shoulders.

Like a tendril or something alive, the Wax had deployed ‘branches’ on either side of the Tauren. And the smallest branches were all converging on either side of the Tauren’s head. They converged not to explore his face, no. It would’ve been too simple and not disturbing as Seki watched a convergence of tendrils going inside the Tauren’s right nostril and another inside the left.

Similarly, a few convergences reached the Tauren’s ears. Tauren, who looked relaxed, his expression moving slowly as it seemed he wasn’t paralyzed and encased in Wax.

No, he looked perfectly capable of even speaking, though his mouth was contorted in a stupid grin, and saliva was dripping from his mouth.

“Cow! Speak! What name?” asked the Kobold, smacking the Tauren’s balls.

“Muhuuuh,” replied the Tauren, his voice slurring.

“Muhu! Good Cow! Calm Cow! Calm cow?” asked the Kobold, smacking the Tauren’s face.

And… ‘Muhu’ didn’t react in anger. He nodded, despite him looking so wrong, so weird. Even with the distance, Seki could hear something, a faint pop or something being squeezed or suctioned. And the Vulpera’s stomach churned again, though of it was his own volition. His own disgust. His own fear as he looked at that angry Tauren looking now so… Peaceful. Calm. And stupid.

“They’re doing the same to me,” mouthed Seki silently, watching the Tauren open his mouth wider and then let the nearby Kobold brute play with his uvula before he closed his mouth like… A machine. A golem. Or those Wax-faced slaves.

The more Seki watched, the more horrified he grew. Worse when he was grabbed by one brute and hefted onto their shoulders. With the given height, he had a better view of the surrounding room. And on the way out, he could finally see what had been behind him all along. All sorts of creatures, down to the Nagas or the Saurok, who were encased. Encased and with those wax branches stretched towards their earholes and noses. Towards their genitals. And… Seki wanted to cry. But the only sound that came out was a whistle.

He wouldn’t even produce such a sound while he was carried from that room to another. That one was different in that the Waxed prisoners were not placed randomly but aligned along a corridor by a stage.

They were not like the others, covered by a shell. No. They had their mouths exposed and forced open, but their eyes covered and their genitals encrusted.

And where there was a hole in the order, there was a facsimile of an organ, of something that looked like an uncut penis. For a moment, Seki feared it might be something worse, but as he felt the ‘organ’ inside, he realized it was just wax. Wax hardened and reshaped to be a cock…. One cock he was riding, feeling it going so deep, so much deeper, his belly visibly bulged without hurting.

Seki is Wax-Caged

Seki looked down, seeing the Wax creeping over his legs to steady him and some going to his groin, encasing it again like a sphere. It looked like he’d had nothing there, only that sphere that was tight on his testicles, squeezing and crushing them while he squirted… And heard the brutes leaving.

For a moment, he remained stunned before he felt his mouth relax and open. He closed it and opened it, feeling even his throat was less constrained.

“Hey. What’s happening? What are you doing?” he asked, shouting, but the Brutes were gone.

Remained the crowd going through that corridor; seemingly at the center of the colony.

Workers, Slaves, Guards, Soldiers. They were a rowdy bunch, coming and going irregularly. Brutes would be among them, as well as other Kobolds that were either smaller or bigger, either with darker skin or not. A few wore robes and were given space to advance, as well as the deference accorded to the priesthood.

Nevertheless, the Vulpera watched before he heard the creak of the planks and a Kobold approaching a bound Draenei.

The alien-looking prisoner's mouth shifted, and it opened and closed. But then, the Kobold took his opportunity to fish his cock out of his loincloth, to expose that glabrous cock, and then penetrated that mouth before Seki’s eyes.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” shouted Seki, attracting the Kobold’s gaze, who shrugged while pummeling the Draenei’s mouth, producing gargles and moans from the bearded man whose lips closed and sucked on that cock tightly.

Even the tongue danced on it, collecting whatever might have maculated the skin before it returned to worship the Cock’s underside, licking and eliciting the tremor through the Kobold.

“Hey! I was talking to you!” repeated Seki, shaking his legs, but they were locked.

But his hands?

Oh, his hands were free, and he agitated them, pointing his fingers at the Kobold before he stopped. The Kobold seemed not to care, and the Vulpera looked at his hand. Then, at his necklace, he began to grab and pull. He grabbed the metal, pulling on it despite its bite on his fur and skin.

He huffed, moaned, and grumbled. But he smiled nervously. He watched the crowd and then the Kobold on the stage, expecting anyone to come closer and stop the Vulpera.

But none came to stop Seki.

None seemed to care about his being agitated and moving around, pulling on the collar until… It snapped.

**Gear Removed: Wax-Bound-Enchanted Collar

Effect Removed: Silence**

Exultation ran through Seki’s mind, through his heart, through his whole body as he shivered.

“Yes… yes! Yes! I can- … I’ll escape! And save you,” he said, addressing the crowd of bound and gagged slaves on the line.

He even turned to see that the Kobold using the Draenei had caught sight of Seki and was approaching, his precum and saliva-covered cock out and dripping on the floor.

“Pet escaping?” asked the Kobold, grabbing his cock and shaft to sway it.

“I’ll not let you have your way with me, pervert,” shouted Seki, raising his finger.

His mind raced, thinking about an appropriate spell.

Fire. Fire was good against them. A fireball or something equivalent was good. Even a bolt. Anything. But as the idea of a bolt came… Nothing.

Seki’s eyes widened as he searched through his mind. As he looked for a proper spell. But… They were not there. He blinked. He gasped. He trembled as he watched the Kobold approach and then grab him by the ears.

“Mouthy Slave! Me punish!”

“Don’t!”

But Seki’s shout did nothing except exacerbate the Kobold’s frustration and anger. To make it purposefully yank on the Vulpera’s ears and head before pulling that head on that cock.

For a moment, Seki gritted his teeth at the taste of spite and saliva, at the taste of raw Kobold flesh… But he thought about his jaw, about using it, about closing it.

There’d be blood, there’d be gore, maybe he’d get killed, but he-

Seki is Jaw-locked

The Vulpera reopened his eyes. He wasn’t capable of biting the flesh. Not at all. He would have gasped, but even his throat was locking again for the moment, making him unable to move anything but his tongue.

Tongue that had to endure and taste the precum delivered onto it, to feel that cock being pumped in and out while the Vulpera’s ragged breath betrayed his fear and horror.

Seki looked up, watching the satisfied grin from the Kobold before that expression shifted to… Pleasure. Satisfaction. Lust. And then. Orgasm.

An orgasm that shook the diminutive mammal’s body before a slew of Kobold cum, musky and heavy, was pumped onto Seki’s tongue and then forced down his esophagus, into his stomach to settle there.

“Good pet!” said the Kobold, visibly satisfied by the outcome as he smacked Seki’s cheeks and then grabbed his loincloth to adjust it and hide his cock away.

Leaving the Vulpera with an open mouth, with cum dripping from it and… From his lips. Some descended into the tube, some dropped, and the majority remained in Seki’s mouth, pooling inside despite how much he shook his head.

“They’re… Gone?”

Seki frowned, hearing that voice.

It was a nasal tonality, something he wasn’t used to hearing until he joined the Explorers League. He forced, tried to push against the wax. To push against the shell, locking his mouth and jaw. Against the one covering his teeth or blocking his vocal cords.

“Hey. Do you hear me? Anyone?” asked the voice, again, pressing Seki while he turned his head to look at the Draenei. The only one whose mouth wasn’t locked at the moment.

That mouth moved, closed, and opened… And Seki tried to do the same.

“They’re not using your mouth. I can hear it,” said the Draenei.

He was right. There was nobody currently on the stage. Nobody was using any bound slave. Nobody using the impaled-and-stuffed Vulpera. And Seki pushed, feeling how the… Grip of the Wax seemed to relax.

And then, Seki’s teeth clanged, gritted together through sheer grit, though the hit rattled his brain, rattled his body. And made it feel like he’d broken one tooth.

“What… Who are you?”

A moment of silence with the Draenei opening and closing his mouth.

“Shubaan… It has been so long since I’ve had a conversation,” said the Draenei, listening to the Vulpera now spitting what cum might have remained in his mouth. “You’re new?”

“How long have you been out? What… What happened to the others? To me?”

“They can hear you, member of the Horde,” said the Draenei, his voice soft. “Who are you? What is your kind?”

“I’m… Seki,” said the Vulpera, stopping. “I’m a Vulpera. I- I- I can finally speak to someone, but. I- My magic-“

“Your magic doesn’t work?” asked Shubaan, his voice oddly relaxed.

“Yes! What- What happened?”

Seki asked, while watching another Kobold step onto the stage and go not for the Draenei nor Seki, but merely a Dwarf who’d been at the edge of the stage. He quickly went in and left out, followed by the typical suction and gargle. But the Dwarf’s mouth hardened.

For a moment, the Draenei remained quiet, and so did the Vulpera, trying to make himself smaller until the Kobold was done emptying his balls and sighing. A respite.

Then, the discussion resumed with Shubaan speaking: “You are… Waxed like us.”

“Waxed? What does it mean? What is happening to us?”

“I-… Don’t know,” replied Shubaan. “I heard that word. And I know I used to remember more. I used to feel the fire and the earth.”

“Were you a mage? What happened?”

“No. A… Shaman. And I don’t remember. I remember the feeling, but now, when I try to think, I can’t remember. Everyone here is the same. We’re being prepared.”

“Prepared for what? So far I have been…”

“… That’s why,” replied the Draenei, his tone somber as he sighed. “I wish I could see again. But I imagine I’d look pitiful. How many are we?”

Seki leaned forward, trying to look at the line. Trying to look at the Humans, Dwarves, Draeneis, Tauren, Orcs, and then more. More than twenty.

“More than twenty. I can’t count much more. How do you know so much? And…-“

Seki stopped, watching as a Brute approached the Draenei.

A Brute who was already stroking his cock, having pulled it out of his loincloth. And again, there was someone else getting fucked. The Vulpera watched and heard the Draenei’s gargle, the sound of the vocal cords trying to push out a sound while he was guzzling precum and gargling.

The Vulpera closed his eyes, yet he could hear it all. He heard the moans, the huffs, the grunts from the Brute. He heard the smack on the face; the hand yanking on the horn to elicit another muffled sound from the Draenei.

Then, as the Brute was done, there was the sound of cum dripping on the floor, of the semen dripping from those lips… And nothing more, even as the Brute left, stomping on the stage.

“You can hear me?” asked Seki, but there was no answer.

The Draenei was still locked, gagged, and unable to close his mouth. Then, Seki’s head dropped while he looked at his body, at his bulging belly, and how it didn’t bother him or hurt him despite how his guts bulged.

Then, in an attempt, he leaned towards the nearest Waxed, a human.

He tried to poke at the Wax, to grab it. But even with his claws and by leaning, the Vulpera was too small. His bound legs limited him, and as he pushed on the dildo to try to grip the nearest waxed, the pressure on his guts increased.

In the end, as he heard another cohort, another crowd of Kobolds coming… The Vulpera had only left a small scratch mark on the Human’s face.

Leaving him snarling and grimacing, looking down as he heard the Kobolds, almost a dozen, going for the nearby mouths.

Around him, the cacophony of people struggling to breathe, to suck, to swallow, began to swirl around. He heard the smacks, the fingers sometimes playing with the nostrils, the retching sounds, the cum dripping, the difficult breaths. The whistling as some tried to cry whenever the cocks were pulled out, only to be inserted back inside.

Some, as Seki noticed, were not fighting.

Others were fighting… But they were the minority. Seki was the minority, even when he was again gagged and unable to speak.

As the Wax hardened and locked his mouth, his lips, his entire body… And another Kobold fucked his face with such strength, it left him dazed and concussed. Or at least enough not to notice when another was coming right after. And another.

Even when glancing around, Seki noticed there were more Kobolds, out of the sudden. And that every statue on the stage was used with some Kobolds waiting behind others, huffing and growling.

“Faster shoot!” “Don’t wanna wait!” “Use it!” shouted the few lining up for Seki’s face, with their dirty fingers digging into his fur and waxed skin as he was grabbed. Sometimes, they fucked his face. Sometimes, they yanked on it to impale it on their cocks.

But each time, it was the same. The Vulpera was used, filled, stuffed… And then left for a few seconds, allowing him to catch his breath before he was used.

Before another Kobold approached with a hard-on to fuck his mouth.

And then… The crowd thinned.

After what felt like a dozen Kobolds, the Vulpera was left alone. The dregs of the ’orgy’ could be seen all around as cum stained the stage and their feet.

Some was stuck on the Vulpera’s face… Though the Kobolds left him alone, he felt the control return to him.

He could pick the cum sticking to the strands of hair, huffing and retching while plucking the beads of cum and flicking it away until… There was nothing to do.

The passersby were almost gone. There were only a few stragglers going through the corridor. Even the tunnel lighting was lower than usual, as most candles had been burned. Perhaps it was how the Kobolds noted the days. But the Vulpera couldn’t tell.

He could only tell the absence, the eerie silence. And then the strange whispers came from the shadows before he turned his head.

Stomps.

A brute was coming, following one of the Kobolds with the robes. An Elder, obviously. One who approached, examining the long line of Waxed prisoners.

One by one, he poked at their mouths, trying to get a feel. For one, a Worgen, the Kobold hastily removed his fingers before the mouth snapped. A surprising sight.

“Free them!” shouted Seki, getting the Elder’s attention, who approached, ignoring the order.

“Oh. New pet,” replied the Elder, stomping closer and poking at Seki’s chin, before Seki smacked that hand. “Ouch! Bad pet!”

“Release them! Or you’ll regret it!”

“Regret it?”

The Elder’s curious expression was just as curious as the Brute who followed. The Brute, who was hastily chased, pointed at one of the prisoners who was extracted from his waxy prison.

Only then, the Elder, with his lantern atop his head, turned to Seki, grinning with all his teeth.

“Pet threat?” asked the Elder, tilting his head forward.

“I’m a mage. A fire mage. With my magic, I- I can undo that Wax and kill you. So undo our bindings, or you’ll regret it!” said Seki, bluffing and blushing.

“Ohhhh,” replied the Elder, shaking his hand ironically. “Big pet threat! Oh! Fire! Ouh! Melt Wax! Go! Take candle! Make fire!”

Evidently, the Elder was calling Seki’s bluff, and the Vulpera puffed up his chest.

“Do not force my hand, beast. Undo those bindings at once, or you’ll die in fire!”

The Kobold looked at Seki right in the eye and snorted loudly. Before grabbing a chunk of Wax from Seki’s leg bindings. Enough to be a handful, and yet, the Wax was climbing back to fill the empty spot.

“Yeah? Pet forgot big spells? Pet forgot power? Heh. Not new. Poor pet,” laughed the Elder before chucking that ball of Wax at Seki’s face.

“FUCK!”

Seki is Wax-blind

Seki roared, grabbing at the Wax now sticking to his face. It hurt when it hit his forehead. But now, it covered his eyes, like jelly before it hardened. It hardened and endured as Seki was scratching the Wax, trying to get that thing out.

He couldn’t see; he couldn’t see anything at all, and then, with a roar, he tried to claw onward. To hit the Elder while shouting.

“Get it off! Get it off me! This is not funny at all! Don’t leave that here!” roared Seki.

But the more he clawed, the more difficult it was to move. And then, in the same way he’d been paralyzed before, his hands stiffened. So were his arms, as the Wax pulled on them and pushed on them to force them to bend, adjust… Right until his arms were stuck against his sides.

“No funny. Only slave training,” said the Elder, huffing. “We kind. We wait. But you're wild. You wait.”

“What? What do you mean, wait? Hey! What do you mean?! Listen to-!”

Seki’s mouth hardened, too.

So did his vocal cords until, as he breathed, there was that whistling back. He was… Like the others, like the statues, like those bounds and limits.

And he could hear, he heard the Elder moving around. He listened to the faint footsteps. The mouths were open and the lips sucking. Then, the sounds came from the other direction. The Elder went to the opposite side from where he started, and the Brute came, stomped around, and… Pulled someone away.

Then. It was over. It stopped. Done. No sound except the faint flickering of a distant candle. No cry. Only the whispers Seki tried to chase by moving his ears, but that remained.

Whispers coming all around him… From everywhere.

And then, that came from nowhere. He felt as if he didn’t sleep. His eyes were shut, but he wasn’t resting. Not with that dildo still inside him or the constant sound at the back of his head. Or the sounds of Kobolds coming, walking on the planks.

Each time they came in front of Seki, the Vulpera almost froze. He almost held his breath, bracing himself to be abused again.

But they would sometimes move on. Sometimes, they would use Seki’s mouth.

Either way, Seki wasn’t free. And he could hear the gurgling continuing.

Then the crowd… Then the sound of a Brute stomping around, before someone huffed and moaned. Then, that person cried, “Help me! Help! I’ve been captured! Can you hear me?!”

But this time, Seki couldn’t speak or answer. Nor anyone as that poor idiot was screaming his lungs out before he was fucked in the mouth, stuffed, and then gargling it out. That unknown prisoner would then speak again. And tear up. And cry.

All in a pathetic display, a redo of what Seki had done, as he could only hear silently the abuse repeating.

The crowd of Kobolds would return, and so would be the rounds of workers fucking his throat. Then, they would sometimes yank his ears to force him to swallow their lengths. When it was the Brutes, he’d have to suck the tips.

And when it was night, it was the Elders’ turn, the nastiest bastards who would stuff their fingers inside his mouth. In a routine.

A numbing… Routine.

-

Seki – Vulpera Fire Mage 23 – Item Level: -2

Seki was exhausted.

As the fingers were inside his mouth, he didn’t have the strength to close his jaw on them. Moreover, the taste of flesh had become so… Empty. So dull.

He wanted to rest, to sleep. But he couldn’t. The whispers kept nagging him as well as the screams, the Kobolds… Even now, his position was uncomfortable. And that dildo, he could feel it was bigger inside him.

No, even his genitals were tighter inside the sphere of Wax encompassing them.

He could still feel something inside, weighing and pressing on the skin. But after all this, Seki was aware he… Shouldn’t have been so well.

He hadn’t slept; he hadn’t eaten; he hadn’t drunk anything. Neither end of his body worked, leading him to suspect something had happened to him.

He had a name for that type of magic, beginning with the letters ‘St’, but he couldn’t remember it.

He could hardly remember what was happening outside.

The sky had clouds, but what was behind them? Was it an ocean, too? And… How could he travel here? He remembered a swirling opening in the air, but it was weird or impossible. He remembered how awed it was, but what it was?

His thoughts eluded him, and still, the fingers were inside his mouth before something happened.

Something grabbed Seki by the shoulders. The sensation was faint and real, similar to how his legs weren’t squeezed as much anymore. No. He was almost happy to feel his entrance being empty, though it was… So empty inside him.

So empty, it felt like he was missing something inside him. He would have gasped and cried, but he couldn’t. Not as he was tilted and then brought somewhere else before he was planted in something, twisted so his feet would be anchored.

Seki is Waxed x19

Something was rubbed against his face. But Seki quickly understood what it was. More Wax, creeping all over his face. His fur. His traits. Over his ears, inside him, before he heard the faint pop inside them.

He felt it was applied to his thighs, covering them and making them harden. He felt it was applied to his genitals, which were lifted and poked at. At his groin, which was examined. A moment after, he felt something wiggling inside and then…

**Seki is Waxed x20

Seki is Wax-Bound**

_Seki could only feel the Wax surrounding him.

Soothing, appeasing, tender. He could feel it wiggling inside his ears, deeper, and so came the soothing and the peace. So came the sensations of being tenderly cradled while something changed inside him.

More was changing inside his body, twisted and remade._

_He could sense it, though the words about it were gone.

But he could sense the tubes going inside his cock, descending in a place that felt fuzzy. Then deeper, much deeper. So much deeper, he felt a pang of primal fear before it was taken away.

He didn’t have to fear. He shouldn’t have to fear. He was at peace; he was surrounded. He was loved, he was appreciated._

_It was something he was to experience, to embrace, to feel.

The tendrils inside his ears were helping him relax and refocus on what mattered. Those in the nostrils allowed him to smell the faint flavor outside and remember them well.

He had some going in his mouth, in his empty stomach, but the hunger wasn’t there.

No, it was something else as his body was changed from within to adapt for a purpose he couldn’t understand._

It wasn’t his duty to understand.

_The words were repeated inside his mind like a mantra. A chant Seki could hear every so often whenever he was pulled from his slumber.

His face was sometimes revealed, and he could then see he was back in the room of statues. He’d been here before, he knew, but he couldn’t tell why.

But more often than not, the Elders would not unveil his face. They would keep it covered and only uncover his genitals._

_Then, with the encouragement of the Wax and their prodding, he would push two large lumps out. Always two lumps, not one nor three. Always two that were evermore rigid and difficult to push.

It hurt at first, but it was easier, and each time, he would earn a stamp on his ballsack before he would be returned to sleep._

_It was routine.

Sleeping and resting, feeling his body change ever so slowly, ever so steadily.

And then, waking up, stirred. Sometimes alone, sometimes with others. Sometimes, he heard cries as his body moved on its own, and he grabbed whoever dared to trespass.

But it was rarely his duty; it was rarely up to him.

His body was changed. Enduring. Strengthened. Remade. Repaired. And yet, undone.

It had been seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries since he felt the hunger gnaw at him. Since he felt his breathing. Since he felt something that was his happening._

_The wiggling continued, going deeper and deeper.

Going until something intimate inside him felt violated and taken. But then, the thought was soothed away, and Seki rested. The constant whispers were gone, much like the exhaustion. And everything that might have plagued Seki._

-

Seki – Vulpera Servant 1 – Item Level: -2

The chant happened, and with it, Seki gasped. He gasped as he craved for air again, as his lungs burned but less than before, which was even less than before, and so on.

With that same regularity, the Vulpera felt the Wax dripping off his body while the chant continued. The arms and legs relaxed, so did the waxed skin and fur attached on Seki’s genitals.

His neck began to ease, and then… With a pop, the tendrils inside his ears were gone, allowing the Vulpera to hear the flickering candles around. But the sound was more powerful.

So was the breathing of the Kobolds, more than the usual six.

No. This time, there were many more Kobolds. There was the breathing from the Brutes, too, heavy and powerful. And… Then a squeak.

“What is?” asked a voice, disdainful, while Seki felt the wax drip from his eyes, allowing him to see again where he was.

This time, he wasn’t in the vault of statues.

He glanced, blinking as he slowly turned his head. Faster and faster as the Wax released his body and he could move, while the chanting Kobolds finished unraveling his bindings and allowing the Vulpera to stand on his own in a room the Wax had overtaken.

An altar had been formed at the edge of the room, with one large candle standing above it, while many more had been placed on an old stone banister; the sole trace of something that hadn’t been covered in wax. The same Wax had piled up in a corner and flowed down to cover the floor… And then down the distant stairs to follow that path.

However, the Vulpera turned his gaze not at the stairs but at the altar and the sole Kobold standing there.

It was an old Kobold, as seen by the beard. He wore one large candle atop his head, followed by a few more stacked alongside his hunched spine. He had one missing eye, scarred. And the same scars gave that old Kobold a snarl as he stood proudly.

One word came to Seki’s mind, though he didn’t remember its meaning: King.

And the Kobolds, the Elders, were shuffling their feet.

“Weak production. Weak wax, King,” said one Elder, pointing at the Vulpera.

“Weak. Throw it,” replied the King, shaking his hand towards Seki.

Seki answered by looking down at his genitals, at the cross stamped on both organs, before he returned to the King and opened his mouth. But no sound.

He waited then, closing his lips.

“Big idea! King! Pet keep!”

“Pet keep? Weak production! Pet useless,” replied the King, clicking his tongue. “Why keep?”

“Not Kobold keep,” replied the Elder, one of them who obsequiously rubbed his hands. “King keep. King keep Pet for King!”

“King keep Pet for King?” replied the Kobold, scratching his chin and stroking his beard before he turned to the Vulpera and visibly licked his upper teeth. “Pet come.”

Seki followed.

He followed, and yet his limbs hardened. His legs moved on their own, approaching the larger Kobold compared to the Elders. He wasn’t a Brute, but he was one category of his own and had that predator-like grin. Something that made Seki’s heart beat faster instinctively.

“What Pet was?” asked the King, starting to sit.

As he sat, the Wax sprang to life, forming a seat under him as he leaned forward, his arms crossed while examining Seki. Seki, who bowed, in a movement he’d learned before. Somewhere.

“Se- Pet was… Was Mage before,” mumbled Seki, his head low.

“Mage? What pet mage?” asked the King, taking the opportunity to poke at the Vulpera’s head and to pinch at the ears, to pull on them while Seki wouldn’t react.

“Magic! King! Magic outside! From outside! Fire!”

“Pet can fire?” asked the King, smacking his lips.

“No. Wax took fire away.”

“Bah!”

The King leaned back, removing his hand before rubbing against his pants, before he huffed and then leaned against the throne, against the armchair that shifted to be comfortable.

“What use if Pet weak? Production weak? No Magic? Why King keep?”

“King… keep Pet alone?”

“Alone? No King keep Pet alone,” thoughtfully said the King. But his chuckle followed as he grabbed the Vulpera’s hand and yanked it forward. Forward, right to his groin.

Right to his cock that was… Obscenely bulging in those pants.

So far, the Kobolds always followed that kind of rule: the bigger they were, the bigger their cocks were. But… Even brutes were small as the King pulled on his pants, on the royal pants, to uncover his genitals.

The tatters, once removed, dropped. So did the King’s ‘kingly’ testicles, so did that ‘kingly’ cock as it smacked against the glabrous testicles. Next, the King pulled on the ‘kingly’ foreskin with a careful touch.

He pulled and peeled back just to uncover the dark purple glans, the glistening precum on it, and then… The beads that dripped from it shimmered in the candlelight.

“Pet. Lick!”

Seki nodded, and then he opened his mouth.

His tongue, white-colored and covered with wax, moved with a dexterous touch onto the tip. It danced along the papillae covering the tip, over the frenulum that was strained due to the enormous glans. And it danced alongside the urethra, playing around the hole without ever touching it.

And that dance continued, with Seki steadily leaking the sweat and precum sticking to the skin before leaving a sheen of saliva. The Vulpera gulped and swallowed, diligent while the King’s grip eased and he sighed, leaning back while leaving the Vulpera descend on that arched-up.

“Ouh. Pet good mouth. Good worship. What gives?” asked the King, huffing and smiling with all his teeth.

“Pet was very angry. But Wax helped. Pet has small teeth. Pet has big mouth. Pet changed for this,” said another Elder, while Seki continued to slurp and lick.

In his progress, Seki descended along the Kingly shaft, tracing the veins and slightly pulling on them while the King huffed and smiled.

“Pet changed?”

“Yes! Yes! Pet limp! Pet no needs! Pet stupid! No need for Magic! Pet only worship!”

Seki’s tongue continued its dance along the underside. The urethra was definitely impressive in size. Definitely, it continuously bulged despite having nothing inside it, and it felt like a rigid tube. One that would constantly pump out more cum if given the opportunity from those two heavy orbs. Orbs the Vulpera dared to… Touch.

“Good. Then… Maybe King keep Pet for King. Pet might be good,” cooed the Kobold, certainly enjoying the touch.

Enough for his cock to throb and tense. For that organ to bob up and down while the Kobold’s breathing shifted from a controlled inspiration to a ragged one as he sighed and leaned back.

He was definitely enjoying and feeling the effect of the Vulpera’s mouth at work. Of those thin lips dancing on the flesh to stroke it and constantly tease it, while the Kobold King was all smiles and chuckles.

So were the sycophantic Elders who were praising the King’s decision of keeping such a pet for himself, going on about his pleasure and health.

Those… Words went over Seki’s head.

He was at peace. His mind was titillated by the sensation, by the fuzziness, of his tongue latching onto the fluids dripping over the King’s length.

The more he licked, the more pleasant it felt. And so was the joy as his hands lifted each orb, feeling the weight and the cum churning within it. He could sense the warm liquid sloshing, could feel how much spunk that King had in store.

And it was… A lot.

A lot more than the Vulpera’s. Seki lowered his mouth along the length and then… Had it kissing the wrinkly skin where the testicles and the cock met before those lips descended to the orbs, he began to kiss. Left. Then right. Then left.

He kissed them and licked them, almost gobbling one by slipping more than a quarter of the volume inside his mouth while sucking on the wrinkly skin, taking deep breaths. Long, regular breaths that were rewarded by a smell. A titillating smell that wasn’t akin to any Kobold but thrilled the Vulpera the same way.

His ears stood up and dropped regularly. And the moment he closed his lips on a lump of flesh, sucking it to leave a hickey behind… Oh, they were straightened up.

“Pet mouth very good. Pet pleasant. Who trained Pet?” asked the King, licking his mouth. He grabbed the Vulpera’s ear and pulled on it, forcing Seki to lift his head and return to that cock. To the tip that was pressed against his lips before he had to open his mouth wide.

“Me! Me trained Pet!” “No! Me choose Pet!” “No! Me cared for Pet!”

The sycophantic Elders were squabbling and then coming to blows, scratching and roaring while the Brutes acting as guards looked bored.

The King laughed in return, grinning from ear to ear while his hand locked atop Seki’s head and yanked the Vulpera down. Down, impaling that pretty and loving mouth onto that shaft. No gargles.

No sound. No squelching… Only the throat bulging from within, while the Vulpera’s ears dropped, and then the King humped to fuck that mouth. He humped on his throne, with the Wax composing it shifting to support his weight while his cock plunged into the Vulpera’s depths.

It plunged within that esophagus, delivering a slew of salty precum inside while some of it foamed at the Vulpera’s mouth. Some dripped from those lips, too, landing on Seki’s chin and then the ground while the Vulpera’s head bobbed back and forth.

No complaint, no fight, nothing from Seki, as he had that thoughtful, careful expression. Even though his teeth were covered with wax and protected, he minded them. He minded his tongue likewise, focusing on the small corner of flesh that seemed to have the King riled up whenever Seki touched or liked it. And then… As the flesh throbbed, and the King huffed… Seki knew that orgasm was near.

His fingers then returned to the orbs, feeling the skin going taut while the testicles were pulled higher ever so slightly.

He massaged and rubbed those precious orbs, polishing them while his mouth polished that flesh as it thrust in and out of that mouth.

Seki’s cheeks looked swollen by then, with the abundance of saliva and precum pressing inside. But he wasn’t showing any regret or any sign of pain as that mouth finally plunged into his depths.

As his Adam’s apple was pushed out while the cock was fully inserted within him… And cum was sprayed into his throat, filling his stomach.

“Me trained!” “Me fucked ass!” “Me fucked mouth!” “Me stamped!”

Amidst the battle of the Elders, Seki looked at peace. His eyes closed, his nose pressed against the King’s groin, while that thick and sticky semen was pumped right into his stomach.

His mind was filled with the smell of reward. His thoughts were soothed… And so was his hunger, his breathing; so were his limbs as they dropped limp against his body while the King held him in that position for a long moment.

Huffs and moans came from the scar-covered Kobold as his orgasm was continuous and long. Whereas it was expected from a brute to be pulling out after one minute, no more… That King was still pumping more cum inside after five minutes.

Five more minutes of regular ejaculations, with at least a dozen seconds in between. Those ejaculations were chunky and heavy… And they all landed in the Vulpera’s stomach, making it weigh down and slowly… Swell.

All that fluid accumulated inside Seki’s belly, inside that organ that used to serve for digestion.

However, it was used to store now.

And store, it could as the flesh adapted and distended. As the waxed skin stretched without showing any marks. The belly itself growled, or so it was the vibration inside, while it was continuously pushed to the limit before the King stopped… And pushed against Seki’s head.

He even threw his head back the moment the Vulpera’s mouth released that cocktip with a loud pop before that length bobbed in front of Seki.

Even done, the King was still hard, and the Vulpera, taught, licked the throbbing tip, collecting the semen or the saliva that might have stuck below the corona or along the frenum.

“Good… Very good,” cooed the King, sighing and then leaning back. With the Throne shifting to a more comfortable position as he lifted his legs and allowed the Vulpera to return to polishing his nuts, to polishing those orbs that were evidently far bigger than even a Tauren’s.

The change in posture, however, elicited a change from the Elders as they straightened up and aligned themselves one by another, grinning from ear to ear.

Some had a black eye, some looked as if they had their faces almost ripped off. But one looked pleasantly unmarked.

They remained still and waiting, rubbing their hands while the room was now silent… save for the flickering candles and the faint sound of Seki’s mouth sucking on the skin.

“Who care for Pet, now?”

“Care for Pet?” advanced one Elder, the one with a black eye.

“Yes. Need new Elder. King… Think of new,” he said, looking down at Seki to stroke him between the ears. “King think more pet like King Pet is good.”

An awkward silence remained with the Elders looking at one another.

Then, one advanced. He had a nasty scar over the muzzle, but he looked like the youngest, if it was possible to say one Elder was the youngest among the lot.

“I can care for pet.”

“Good. You care pet but not touch unless King wants! Good?”

“No touch Pet?”

“No!” replied the King, sternly and almost yanking a strand of hair from the Vulpera’s forehead. “You no touch King Pet!”

The scratched Elder looked evidently bothered and ashamed… While his fellows snickered.

Evidently, if he’d chosen to become the caretaker, it was to enjoy the pet, too. At that moment, Seki might have become the most prized pet within the small Kingdom.

But no, the Elder nodded at the promise of being nothing but a glorified cuck while the King himself snickered and then… Turned to Seki. To the Vulpera, he yanked by the ear before the King pinched that chin he lifted.

And… Seki could feel the grip on his throat relax. He could feel the vocal cords thrum again as he breathed, feel the lips relax as they could move completely. Closing wasn’t an effort any longer as the King eyed him up and down.

“Pet. What can do?”

The question stunned Seki.

After the silence. After the abandonment. After the dark and the night. He was asked what he could do? He blinked, only to be smacked in the face by the King, a nasty slap that left the Vulpera rolling and then stroking his cheeks.

“What can do?”

Seki gulped. His saliva had the taste of cum and sweaty flesh… His saliva was so salty. And his body so stiff as it moved against his will, bringing him back to kneel before the King.

“I-“

“Faster!”

The King’s hand again collected Seki in the face.

This time, Seki didn’t roll over, but his ears were definitely ringing and so was his rattled brain as he blinked and then…

“I can take your cock! King!”

He sputtered the answer as fast as he could, trying not to gloss over that fact while the King himself grinned from ear to ear. And then patted his lap.

“Good. Climb,” he said. And so did the Vulpera, climbing onto the throne and then going onto the King’s lap. In the meantime, the King’s hands were far from being idle as they went over the Vulpera’s posterior.

They grabbed it, stroked it, felt it… And dug into the plushy mounds while the Vulpera moaned, his asshole being teased by the sole touch.

Contrary to what he’d been experiencing before, from being abused, fucked, or merely teased… This was different. This felt intimate and cruel, but deliberate. Deliberately inflicted on him instead of being typical abuse meant to break him.

This time, it was voluntary as his asshole was teased by the fingers, by the index hooking on the waxed orifice to stretch it to the limit, to expose the slightly yellow insides to the Elders who had to watch.

“You good, pet. You like King? You like King cock?”

“Y-Yes,” replied Seki, calm.

Yet, frightened by how natural that answer was. Next, a third finger went inside his asshole, making it tingle while the King was cooing and laughing and huffing.

His cock throbbed against the Vulpera’s thighs and testicles, lifting the latter while brushing the former. The sensation, the heat, the presence was definitely making Seki feel fuzzy and excited… Feeling almost pleased when that shaft bounced against his taint and smacked against his wide pucker.

His breathing was quick. And quicker as the King’s fingers brushed Seki’s face. He touched that jaw, pulled on it, forcing the Vulpera to open it wide and for the King to explore it while tilting his head.

“You what? Strange thing.”

“Vulpera. I’m a Vulpera, King,” replied Seki, his voice calm.

“Vul… pe… ra,” repeated the Kobold King, snickering. “You whore. Not Vulpera.”

“Y… yes,” replied Seki, nodding while biting his lip.

It was strange because after all the abuse and the torment, he was feeling something else.

The Wax on his orifice was warm, and its texture against his flesh was getting rough. And it moved, rubbing against Seki's insides.

Never before had he felt this. Felt the Wax moving that way, but it was doing it so. The part against his flesh and skin shifted and now moved, pressing against his rim… His taint. His testicles. And then his cock, with only the tip being exposed.

“What… is this?” asked the Vulpera, huffing and fighting against the desire to moan out loud while the Kobold snickered and then…

Laughed the moment the Vulpera’s mouth formed an O.

The Wax around his testicles had suddenly tightened around them, forming a hard shell on the inside with tiny spikes that pressed against his tiny organs. It hurt. It burned. But it definitely felt good as the Vulpera’s eyes rolled in their sockets.

“Oh… My- My… Balls,” moaned Seki, feeling his balls were getting rolled and squeezed inside his scrotum while the King’s shaft was now throbbing against his wide entrance, ever so regularly poking and teasing the entrance.

“Pet very good,” praised the King. “Body very prepared. But tiny nuts useless.”

“Useless,” repeated Seki, throwing his head back while a shiver ran along his spine.

“King doing something?” asked an Elder behind, his voice troubled.

“Yes. King doing something. Elder said weak production, right?”

“Y-Yes,” replied the Kobold, definitely sweating and unsure. “Problem?”

“Not problem,” replied the King, grabbing Seki’s hips and then forcing the Vulpera to turn and face the crowd. To face the Elders who had been abusing him.

Bastards all around who were now afraid as they peered at Seki, making him feel… Vindicated? Or excited?

He couldn’t tell exactly, but his lips curled into a grin as the King’s cock was now definitely rubbing against his asshole, smearing his tail with precum while the King’s nuts were almost between the Vulpera’s thighs.

His own balls rested on top, with the Wax rolling them, squeezing them, titillating them while his groin was fuzzy and warm.

Warm… And yet, with many things starting to stir within his groin. So many little touches, so many little things that were to awake, to move… To… Wiggle under the skin.

“Wax production weak. But King only want Pet. No production.”

“Danger. Pet not healthy,” said one Elder, the scratched one.

“King not care. Pet care?”

Seki was addressed and may have been asked to provide his opinion. This was his body, his own flesh that was asked about.

And though most of the exchange was hard to comprehend, Seki wasn’t entirely stupid. Not yet… But he was getting stupid as the King pinched his rim, tugging on it like you would do with a square of fabric while the rim itself shifted… And that hole was prodded by the King’s shaft.

The mere presence, the mere touch… The rim itself squeezed and kissed that tip.

Seki moaned, his eyes rolling as he had the King’s hand running along his fur, feeling the thin muscles underneath.

He even had his hands smacking those buttocks as an inch slipped inside, making the Vulpera feel… Full and yet not.

“Pet… Not care,” moaned Seki, unable to resist the delight as he bit his lips… And felt his testicles being squeezed even harder.

To any outsiders, they could see the oblong testicles being moved around by the Wax. The substance had a will of its own and, guided by the King’s desires, it was definitely forming an elegant shape much like the many trinkets the King had collected in his hoard.

However, that shape was designed to cup the orbs, to house them, to separate them while slowly splitting the scrotum thanks to a wedge in the middle. Then, the Wax wrapped around the base of the scrotum, forming a ring around it while tightening on them until the scrotum was taut around the orbs.

Until the skin was loose above the ring and practically showed every detail underneath it. It showed the swollen epididymides, the gonads themselves. And then… The Wax within them, wiggling, moving, trying to act according to the King’s will.

“Pet true not care?”

That question came as Seki’s ass dropped further, with the Kobold’s shaft sliding deeper into Seki’s body. Sliding and then producing a bulge through the skin.

If the Vulpera’s belly had been bloated with cum before… It now imprinted the vague shape of the Kingly shaft… And the throbs shaking that cock every so often.

And Seki stroked that cock through instead of his own, his expression oddly at ease.

“No.”

Seki looked like the happiest Pet in the world.

His mouth was split open in a stupid grin, his tongue lolling out while a long bead of saliva dripped from it to land on his belly… Before that bead slid over the waxy surface down to the cage inside that sheath.

Then… As the Wax from the throne shifted, two branches stretched from it to reach the Vulpera’s cocktip, to approach that sheath… Before the Wax stuck inside the Vulpera’s own urethra expanded to join the two branches.

It was surreal, strange. But more was the sensation as more Wax was forced inside Seki’s urethra and tunnel. Instead of it happening while he was encased, he experienced and saw it.

He could witness it as he was entirely free of movement. So free, it could be possible he’d jump off the King’s lap and take off.

However, his ass dropped with more strength on the King’s groin, the cock stroked through while the Wax descended inside Seki’s urethra, through his prostate, and then through the tubes.

This time, he felt the lumps, double, going in. And not once or twice. No, once the first lumps were forced through the rings and into the gonads… Another set descended from the branches into the urethra.

And the more was pumped inside, the more… Rigid. The heavier. The more painful his testicles were.

And then… It went faster.

It was akin to being pumped and filled with cum. Except that wasn’t cum. No, the cum was only inside his stomach and ass… Ass that was definitely getting filled as the King humped and laughed and huffed, his hips rocked by his own volition and the Wax throne.

He laughed, depositing a few smacks every so often on the Vulpera’s plump posterior while Seki’s smile grew bigger and bigger.

He couldn’t stop stroking that length inside his stomach, and his breathing was definitely faster. He could sense the pressure inside his testicles grow. The wiggling underneath the skin had disappeared; the flesh steadily bloated. Even the pressure within them had smoothed over the wrinkled epididymides.

A pressure that opposed the Wax outside. A pressure that would grow and grow as more Wax was forced in.

And in between, stuck between the Wax hardening outside and the one filling inside was the Vulpera’s flesh. Stuck between the hammer and the anvil.

The pressure could only grow more intense as more lumps were forced down those testicles.

They throbbed, they hurt… They were painful. But Seki’s sheer pleasure could be read on his face as he bounced on the King’s lap, his guts crushed by that monster of a cock. He drooled all over himself, his testicles now pressed against the Wax cage while the Elders were looking with a mix of curiosity and lust.

They were stroking themselves, too, following the Brutes who’d pulled their shafts while admiring the King breaking into another slave. Another pet.

Another worthless dweller from the outside whose body was and could be reshaped by the Wax… Whose body quivered obscenely as those lumps were slower to enter inside that scrotum.

The testicles had lost their oblong shapes, and the organs were now smooth from the exterior, with the Wax cage imprinting its shape in them.

Seki’s breathing was faster than before… So much faster as he smiled, as he could feel the tremor from the King’s orgasm and the cum that was pumped inside him, adding to the pressure his body experienced.

Soon enough, scrotum and belly looked bloated.

Seki is Fixed

But only the former reached its limits when… A last lump went inside, and a squelching noise came from the Vulpera’s groin. Something breaking apart. Something as the flesh couldn’t endure much and was entirely broken, ruined, destroyed… All with the King roaring and laughing, smacking the Vulpera’s plump posterior in the same motion.

“See! No problem!” roared the King, ignoring Seki’s pained smile. Ignoring the waxy tears coming from the corner of his eyes… Or the Vulpera’s testicles deflating all of the sudden.

The Elders, the Brute, and the Vulpera nodded.

And the King snickered, grabbing the Vulpera’s sides to lift the Vulpera’s ass before dropping it back onto his length, making the former mage bounce on that lap… As he’d been fixed, his production gone.

And his future already written.

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Waxing Perversion 3

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Seki – Vulpera Ball Cleaner 56 – Item Level: -5

Seki moaned, the chain attached to his neck clinging as he moved from one stop to another. As he dragged his bound legs, impotent, across the floor so he could worship the King’s other nuts. So he could polish and make them shine as he heard the commotion from the Guards.

They were more common, more regular. But the Vulpera didn’t care.

He didn’t care as he didn’t have to see.

His world was sound and taste and flavor as he sucked on the King’s nutsack, polishing them like he always did. He was at peace. Relaxed, at ease. And even the clamor of the blades in the distance was nothing.

“Keep polishing. Good Pet,” cooed the Kobold, patting the Ball Cleaner between the ears. Meanwhile, Seki’s asshole continued to squeeze and usher in the numerous Waxy Anal-beads he’d been tasked to take in. There were another dozen left, and Seki’s belly already looked stuffed with double that number, with the beads bulging underneath his skin.

Still, it mattered little as he licked those nuts and kissed them. He kissed them regularly, as if kissing them would make them produce more, so he would be fucked more. Or so it was the hope to stay in the King’s good favor so he wouldn’t be abandoned for any new Pet.

But his worship stopped when he heard the huffs of people running up the stairs to the King’s throne.

“C-ease… Cease this perversion! And face us! Kobold!”

Seki’s ears straightened.

Those voices were so close, and for a moment, the Vulpera thought about continuing to worship that ballsack, but one firm hand pushed him away.

Still, he was dragged along by the chain. The Wax covering his face was removed, allowing him to see around. The flickering candles were as blinding as ever, but after a brief moment, Seki’s sight adjusted, and he could turn to see… A group of Adventurers.

Two Orcs… One Tauren. One troll. And perhaps an Elf?

They stood at the ready, surrounded by the Wax Statues they ignored while they pointed their blades towards the Kobold King. The Brutes were gone. And the Elders were nowhere around.

Seki moaned as he swallowed the mix of saliva and sweat he had in his mouth before he turned to the Adventurers who looked at him… At the pathetic display of a Vulpera whose white fur was covered with Wax… And whose shapely ass looked bigger now, and redder.

His orifice was spread by the anal beads, and as the Vulpera rolled, the Adventurers could see he couldn’t use his legs as they were rigid like stones. Nevertheless, Seki scooted aside as the King stepped closer… With his loincloth dropping to cover his cock.

“You intruders! You no take mine!” huffed the King, reaching for his staff by the throne. Next, he waved it around in a threat.

“Pffh. Let’s deal with it, and let’s free the slaves. Maybe we’ll get a reward.”

The Orc leader was definitely cocky, and Seki watched, rolling his eyes.

He leaned back against the throne while the adventurers charged onward, with only the Elf behind.

A terrible choice because it was the opportunity the King needed.

With one swing of his staff, one Waxed statue of a Naga awoke. The prisoner inside moved, and with a roar, the scaly hands locked around the Elf’s wrists.

Then, as the Elf cried, the charge stopped.

The Orcs turned; the Tauren planted his hooves on the ground. Only the Troll advanced, but that was close enough for the Kobold King to summon a slew of arms from the Wax to grab the Troll by the legs.

The momentum was already broken; the Elf had his mouth covered, and another statue was helping the Naga drag him away, screaming and kicking.

However, the three unbound adventurers had to face counterparts from their own species. Two Orcs, one Tauren… A quick battle as the Kobold King was quick to use the Wax to hinder their movements, snatch their weapons, and then bind their limbs until the four adventurers, including the Troll, were lifted off the ground while their bodies were wrapped in Wax.

“Uff. Dumb adventurers. Why can’t learn to be Pet?” asked the King, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, from the corner of a room, three Elders approached. They’d been sneaking around, as usual.

“King! Good king! Captured Pets!”

“Captured new pets!” said another Elder, waving his arms. “Will prepare for Kobolds!”

“No,” replied the Kobold King, approaching Seki and grabbing him by the head.

The Vulpera didn’t resist, slack-jawed as he was lifted and then pointed at the four.

“See anyone know, Pet?” asked the King.

Seki squinted and tried to look at their faces, then shook his head before he was thrown aside, with the King pointing at one hairy Orc.

“Him. Prepared for King. Others, for Kobolds.”

“But… King has many pets!”

“King don’t care! King wants more!” roared the King, stepping back and sitting back on the Throne. “Prepare, Pet, or die.”

The Elders gulped, but they nodded…

After that, Seki turned his head to his King sitting on his Throne. Next, the Kobold lifted his loincloth to reveal his ballsack once more. Sweaty, greasy, and deliciously warm after such an exercise. A ballsack the Vulpera licked again, cleaning it while his eyes could now see what was around.

He could see the blind Worgen carrying a basket of fruit, which he handed to the King to eat.

He could see Bashan, whose ballsack was held by the King, squeezed and squeezed no different from a pair of stress-balls.

He could see Evran, another Vulpera who was tied to the throne, his body almost engulfed except for his hands reaching to rub the Kobold’s shoulders.

And then, aside… The many pets that were on all fours, their asses lifted and presented, showing the cratered assholes and the cum dripping from them.

All from the King in the last hours. And those were moaning loudly, begging in their own way to be fucked in the ass once more.

The hairy Orc that got captured would probably join them, adding to the procession of men whose cherry had been popped.

But none were as important as Seki.

As important as the Vulpera were. He latched onto those glabrous testicles once more while feeling the Wax creep over his body again. Over his back, over his shoulders, over his head… Then it covered his eyes, it covered his ears.

And so came the little pop when his skull was again invaded and his thoughts reduced to nothing. Nothing but the pleasure of worshipping his King.

He didn’t need to think. He didn’t need to use his magic or worry about his future days. Or fighting, or exploring, or his reputation.

He had everything and nothing here, followed by the many who had been changed and forced to endure the gruesome changes to have their bodies befitting the King’s standards.

Seki? He’d been changed the least of them. He’d been fixed, but anyone could recognize him, and that’s how one Worgen, currently busy licking the King’s ass, had been recognized.

Seki couldn’t have remembered him.

But the moment the Worgen entered, he shouted something. He shouted Seki’s name, his fear visible before he tried to maim the King. A foolish attempt that rewarded him with the role of the King's throne.

A few mages recognized him, though they were kept aside for the experiences with Elders to improve their bodies and keep their abilities. New Waxed prisoners that could cast magic while being utterly subservient.

A future Seki could see as he watched them wield fireballs and other spells he knew he used to know. Spells… He recognized but couldn’t wield as he watched those adventurers being blasted away.

Each time, the King would ask, “Jealous?” and Seki would reply with a “No.”

No. Because all that magic, all that power, was for naught… Naught when, instead, he could worship his King’s sweaty nuts and make him happy. Much happier than any other slaves.

That was his reward.

Seki – Waxed Servant 80 – Item Level: 0

_He didn’t know when he had failed.

But he knew that he’d been bound and limited. His King grew tired of him and enjoyed another Vulpera, more preen, more eager, more innocent.

Perhaps the King enjoyed the banter of that stupid Pet that would oppose him. Nevertheless, Seki lost the King’s favor._

_From Ball Cleaner, he became the King’s Feeder. Then the King’s massaging hands. Then one of the fuckable pets.

Then, he was pushed to the end of the line before the King merely forgot about him.

That day, the Brutes grabbed Seki._

_The Vulpera didn’t fight. He didn’t have the thought of fighting them. Fighting them was bad and absurd. He had to serve them. To serve the Kobolds.

The Brutes grabbed him and placed him near the stage, like before. Each day, he’d hear about a stupid adventurer or many getting captured and screaming before they were facefucked.

He would be fucked in the mouth for days… Perhaps for weeks or months._

_But it stopped.

The Kobolds stopped fucking his mouth, and soon, he was removed from the stage and brought to the gallery of statues he’d found the first time.

But he was only awakened to please the six Kobolds handling it. They would fuck his mouth and ass, shout, and enjoy abusing him.

But each time he woke up, Seki was farther from the center of the room, and each time, the changes in the statues grew._

_Each time, it took longer before he would be awakened.

So long, he had forgotten it. The light. The sun. The sky. The grass. The soil. The trees. The sand. The pyramid. The warmth. The burn. The fear. The scales. The power.

He was Seki; he could remember that. But who created him? Who brought him?

The Kobolds shaped him? Or someone else?_

_Why were some Pets crying to be free?

What was to be free if not sleeping? Were they not free? Were they not happy to be of use?

He thought they were stupid until even the word stupid meant nothing.

And the Wax was heavier on him, falling on him. Covering him… Encompassing him, while the Wax wouldn’t budge anymore.

He was Seki. But he wasn’t desired by the Kobolds anymore.

But that was fine. He could sleep and weight longer… So long the Wax embraced him, made him feel happy, made him feel useful… Made him feel alive.

If alive meant anything._