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Waxing Perversion 2

A few levels down, it never hurts

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._