Hole In A Wall
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shadowhiveHole In A Wall
Pairing: c!Foolish/c!Seapeekay, mentions of others
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 7: Stuck in a wall
Warnings: Foxboy!Seapeekay, watersports
Notes: This is the original idea I had for ray 7 before the wax play came up, but I’m gonna be doing it now anyway because it’s an idea that’s so strong. Also it’s funny this is the first (of at least four foxboy Seapeekay fics) when the pirate one was started first. Oop. It’s not the best titled, and I might come up with something better, but I’m heading out soon so…
“I have an idea for something that’ll really bring in people.” Quackity had announced in his office, before promptly heading out of the room, clearly expecting Foolish to follow. He’d not said anything further on it as he led him through the Casino out into the warmth of Las Nevadas.
Quackity had him to the strip club, then through a set of doors which Foolish had noted were new, leading down some stairs into a back room.
And that’s where they were right now.
Foolish has to admit he was a little puzzled by what he saw. There were three holes in the wall opposite the door, which looked easily big enough to fit a person. This was proven by the fourth hole next to them, which was occupied. There were a pair of legs, covered in orange fur with a tail hanging down between them.
“So what do you think?” Quackity asked and Foolish looked from the furry legs to the other man.
“What’s Fundy doing here?”
“Fundy??” Quackity looked at him in a mix of exasperation and annoyance, shaking his head. “Are you a total idiot? How can Fundy be here when we passed him in the casino on the way here.”
“Oh um…” Foolish rubbed the back of his head with his hand, feeling sheepish.
“I swear sometimes you’ve been in the fucking sun too long.” Quackity shook his head again, gesturing to the furry legs and tail before them. “No, this is Seapeekay.”
“Who?”
“I swear to fucking…” Quackity’s hand was on his face, rubbing his forehead just under his beanie. “You need to get out of the desert and play with others. He is one of the new people, that’s all you need to know. He’s going to be the entertainment for the night.” Foolish just blinked in confusion as he looked at him, but before he could speak Quackity sighed and talk. “I swear if you say something stupid I’ll stab you.”
He walked to the fox boy, taking ahold of his tail and lifting it up to show his furry ass. “This is what I mean by entertainment.” For a few seconds Foolish just stared, still feeling a little confused by it all but then the penny dropped.
“Oh.”
“Yes oh.” Quackity’s eyes lit up as he gave him a wolfish grin, letting go of the boy’s tail. “I’m thinking we make the first use a bidding war then make him free use for the rest of the night.” The realisation of what that meant made his cocks twitch in interest. He wasn’t sure if Quackity had noticed, but he slapped him on the arm. “So no touching.”
“Got it no touching.” Foolish nodded, his eyes drifting back to the fox boy. A thought occurred and the words left his lips before he could stop them. “So where’s his head?”
“Good job you ask that.” Quackity grinned and grabbed Foolish’s arm, leading him towards a door in the wall. The next room was totally different, because the floor and walls were tiled and there were sinks along one wall. He caught sight of the other side of the wall and see the rest of Seapeekay’s body, his arms restrained to his walls. He was unconscious, or maybe sleeping, Foolish couldn’t tell.
“So while people use his ass his head is in here so people can use that. To fuck his face or piss over him, whatever.” He made a vague motion with his hand and he looked proud of himself. “So what do you think?”
Foolish wasn’t sure what he thought, but he knew that his dicks were hard.
***
Quackity must have publicised it pretty well as the bar was full of people and the auction for the first use of the foxboy went crazy. Foolish put in a few bids of his own, but he was quickly outpaced by others.
Towards the end of auction it became clear that it was between two people. One of the was Eret, the other one, to Foolish’s surprise, was Bad.
The bidding between them lasted at least ten minutes after everyone else had bowed out, but eventually Eret won. Foolish was a mix of both aroused and jealous, but he had to admit that it felt right for the king to go first.
As soon as the auction was over Quackity came over to him, grabbing him by the arm to make him pay attention to him. “You need to go into that fucking room and keep an eye on these dumb fucks to make sure they don’t break the entertainment.”
“But..”
“No buts, just do it.” He shoved Foolish in the direction of the room, right as Eret went in. “And no touching yourself.” He hisses in his ear, before shoving him inside the room.
Foolish took up a spot in the corner of the room as Quackity explained the other man’s presence. She shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his addition and she turned her attention to the foxboy. He heard her whisper something to the boy, then saw him shift open her long black dress and he caught sight of her lifting his tail.
From Foolish’s position he could see everything but also nothing. He could see Eret thrust in and out of the foxboy, but he couldn’t really see her movements. Her dress meant he couldn’t see move than a sliver of skin of her leg so Foolish had to imagine what was happening exactly. He could picture her cock sliding into his fox hole, the shaft sinking into him until her hips were pressed against the furry ass.
Shit.
Foolish cursed himself for allowing his mind to picture that, his cocks stirring between his legs. No, he could not thinking about this.
Instead he turned his attention to one of the unoccupied holes, though he could still hear the sounds of Eret moaning, of her hips slamming against the boy’s fur. He tried not to let his mind wander because of the sounds, but he found that they did instead because of the empty hole.
Was Quackity intending to fill them all? Who was he planning on putting there? What would it be like to be in that position?
He couldn’t dwell on it more as Eret made the most beautiful moan and he knew that they had came. Eret moved back, straightened her dress and then went out the door to the rest of the club.
Moments later Bad came in, taking her place and Foolish knew it was going to be a long night when the demon thrust inside of trapped fox boy.
***
Several hours later the night was over and the music in the club outside of the room finally went died. Foolish let out a sigh of relief, glad that it meant that his duties here were over and he could finally have some relief.
A few times over the night, when there had been a lull in people using the fox boy, he’d thought about going over, slipping one or both of his cocks inside him. He hadn’t dared though, knowing that Quackity would find out and berate him for it. And that was the best case scenario.
Sure enough, the door opened and the other man strode into the room, his beanie askew, a wide grin on his face. “Well I consider tonight to be a success!” He clapped his hands together. “Who knew it would take to get people to come out here was some foxboy ass.” Foolish could practically see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he smirked. “Maybe next time we get Fundy in here too. Then we can get twice the customers! We could even get people to say which ass was best!”
Quackity was grinning like a maniac and he went over to the foxboy, taking ahold of his tail and lifting it up, examining his hole. Even from his position Foolish could see how it was stretched open, cum leaking out of it, staining his fur. “Damn, he really took a lot didn’t he?” He looked from the hole to foolish, beckoning him to come closer.
Foolish didn’t need much encouragement, finally leaving his spot to get a good look at the gaping hole. The sight of it made both of his cocks ache and he let out a low growl, staring at him hungrily.
“Oh you want it? Well I guess you’ve finally earned a turn.” Foolish caught sight of the other man looking at him, his gaze drifting lower between his legs. “But just one of those things. We don’t want this too wrecked just yet.” He let go of the foxboy’s tail as he said that, though Foolish caught it before it fell back down. “Have fun!”
As soon as Quackity left Foolish took a few moments to get a good look at the fox boy before him. He looked in a total state now, his soft fur now slightly matted and Foolish could see marks on his skin from nails and claws, some of them dark red with blood. He looked lower, skipping his hole for now, and he could see the fox boy’s small cock. It looked hard, though as Foolish hadn’t been with a foxboy before he couldn’t be sure. There were stains on the wall from where he’d came, the smears glistening slightly in the room’s light.
Foolish looked from the stains to his ass. His hole was stretched wide, the opening dripping cum down his fur. Most of it was pearly white, though there were some other colours mixed in as well from the less human people that had used him. Foolish was glad that it was his turn now at last.
With his free hand he adjusted his tunic, so that his cocks were free. He suspected that he could get both of them inside of him if he really tried but he didn’t want to risk pissing Quackity off. Instead he took one of them in hand, guiding it towards the open hole and thrust it inside.
Although the fox boy had been fucked by many cocks tonight already, some even coming back for a second or even third time, his hole still felt fucking amazing. The way it fluttered around him made Foolish let out a low groan and the slickness of all the cum inside him made it feel even better. Foolish let out a low growl, gripping onto his furry ass, his sharp nails digging into the skin. He hoped that they would leave marks, ones that would be visible next time he got used.
While one of his cocks was inside the foxboy, this other one was hanging between the boy’s legs. The feeling of the fur of his skinny legs felt strange but in a good way, the soft fur of his inner thighs feeling slightly ticklish against his dick.
As he thrust b ack inside of him he wondered about the state of the foxboy. Was he conscious on the other side of the wall? He wondered what his face looked like, if other men had used him like Quackity suggested. As he stared at the wall in front of him a thought occurred, that maybe people would like to see what the foxboy looked like as they fucked him. Not necessarily a live feed, maybe just a picture of what he looked like, or even just a tag with his name. He made a note to suggest it to Quackity, if he remembered it when he was done.
Foolish’s thrusts became rougher, his claws digging into the boy’s soft flesh and he felt himself lose control. He had been so pent up all night, watching so many people fuck him and now that he had a turn the boy’s hole was driving him crazy. Low growls escaped Foolish’s lips and he knew if he had access to the boy’s upper body he’d be littering it with bites from his sharp teeth. He growled in frustration that he couldn’t and that made him slam harder and faster against him.
It didn’t take him long before he could feel his orgasm start to build in his belly and he let out an animalistic snarl. “Gonna fill you up you filthy little fox bitch.” He was fairly sure that he couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t care, the words spilling from his lips in a low voice. “Bet you just love being filled up by so many men, made into a filthy little cum dump.” He thought of his face on the other side of the wall and he pictured it soaking wet. “Bet your face is fucking sodden with piss too, you desperate fox whore.” He snapped his hips into him one last time, the thought of him like that enough to tip him over the edge.
The cock up his ass sprayed cum inside of him, adding a fresh layer to his already slick walls. His other one, however, spewed its cum all over the fur of his thighs, turning them into a sticky mess. Foolish
pulled out almost instantly, taking a moment to surgery the damage. His gaping hole look wetter than before and his thighs looked beautiful painted either his load. Foolish grinned, proud of the mess he’d made and he stepped away from him, ready to leave him.
He almost went out the way he came in, to enter the now deserted club, but instead his gaze caught sight of the connecting door to the other side of the wall and he had to see the state he was in in. He was sure it wouldn’t meet his expectations, but he had to know.
Foolish went through the door, turning to look at the front half of the foxboy that he’d filled. He looked out of it, breathing heavily and Foolish thought he looked so depraved. The fur of his face and upper body was sodden and stuck to his skin. Most of the wetness was due to piss, the scent reaching his nostrils the moment he got close, but he could also see that some people had cum on him as well. If he hadn’t cum moments ago Foolish would probably haven been hard.
“Hello little fox whore. I’m Foolish, and I’ve been watching every man fuck your slutty little hole.” He stepped closer to him and Seapeekay let out a soft sound between a moan and a whimper. “I was the last one inside you, the last cock that you’re getting for the night. I wonder, does that make you happy or sad?” He let out another soft moan and he felt that he wasn’t going to get a more coherent answer than that. Not that he really cared either way. “Well, lucky for you I always need to piss after I fuck.”
Foolish stood right in front of him, taking a dick in each hand and aiming for the foxboy, letting out a soft sigh as his stream started. The flow sprayed out of both of them and he angled one towards his muzzle and the other towards his neck. Another soft sound escaped the boy’s mouth and his lips parted, leaning into the spray, drinking it down. “Fuck, you really are a dirty little piss slut aren’t you? You’ve had so many loads and yet you’re still thirsty for more.”
He let out another whimper and Foolish grinned, angling the other cock across his face, a soaking his head in flow. Where had Quackity found this guy? It was like he was made for this.
Foolish doused the foxboy in his piss until he was dripping in it, and his flow started to die down. He couldn’t help but think that he looked even better dripping in his piss, more of his white and orange fur sticking to his skin. He mumbled something softly and Foolish couldn’t really tell what it was and he didn’t really care, tugging himself back under his clothes and leaving him behind.
It wasn’t until he was outside, in the cold night air, that his mind registered what the boy had actually said, albeit in a broken way.
“Thank you sir.”
Pairing: c!Foolish/c!Seapeekay, mentions of others
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Kinktober 7: Stuck in a wall
Warnings: Foxboy!Seapeekay, watersports
Notes: This is the original idea I had for ray 7 before the wax play came up, but I’m gonna be doing it now anyway because it’s an idea that’s so strong. Also it’s funny this is the first (of at least four foxboy Seapeekay fics) when the pirate one was started first. Oop. It’s not the best titled, and I might come up with something better, but I’m heading out soon so…
“I have an idea for something that’ll really bring in people.” Quackity had announced in his office, before promptly heading out of the room, clearly expecting Foolish to follow. He’d not said anything further on it as he led him through the Casino out into the warmth of Las Nevadas.
Quackity had him to the strip club, then through a set of doors which Foolish had noted were new, leading down some stairs into a back room.
And that’s where they were right now.
Foolish has to admit he was a little puzzled by what he saw. There were three holes in the wall opposite the door, which looked easily big enough to fit a person. This was proven by the fourth hole next to them, which was occupied. There were a pair of legs, covered in orange fur with a tail hanging down between them.
“So what do you think?” Quackity asked and Foolish looked from the furry legs to the other man.
“What’s Fundy doing here?”
“Fundy??” Quackity looked at him in a mix of exasperation and annoyance, shaking his head. “Are you a total idiot? How can Fundy be here when we passed him in the casino on the way here.”
“Oh um…” Foolish rubbed the back of his head with his hand, feeling sheepish.
“I swear sometimes you’ve been in the fucking sun too long.” Quackity shook his head again, gesturing to the furry legs and tail before them. “No, this is Seapeekay.”
“Who?”
“I swear to fucking…” Quackity’s hand was on his face, rubbing his forehead just under his beanie. “You need to get out of the desert and play with others. He is one of the new people, that’s all you need to know. He’s going to be the entertainment for the night.” Foolish just blinked in confusion as he looked at him, but before he could speak Quackity sighed and talk. “I swear if you say something stupid I’ll stab you.”
He walked to the fox boy, taking ahold of his tail and lifting it up to show his furry ass. “This is what I mean by entertainment.” For a few seconds Foolish just stared, still feeling a little confused by it all but then the penny dropped.
“Oh.”
“Yes oh.” Quackity’s eyes lit up as he gave him a wolfish grin, letting go of the boy’s tail. “I’m thinking we make the first use a bidding war then make him free use for the rest of the night.” The realisation of what that meant made his cocks twitch in interest. He wasn’t sure if Quackity had noticed, but he slapped him on the arm. “So no touching.”
“Got it no touching.” Foolish nodded, his eyes drifting back to the fox boy. A thought occurred and the words left his lips before he could stop them. “So where’s his head?”
“Good job you ask that.” Quackity grinned and grabbed Foolish’s arm, leading him towards a door in the wall. The next room was totally different, because the floor and walls were tiled and there were sinks along one wall. He caught sight of the other side of the wall and see the rest of Seapeekay’s body, his arms restrained to his walls. He was unconscious, or maybe sleeping, Foolish couldn’t tell.
“So while people use his ass his head is in here so people can use that. To fuck his face or piss over him, whatever.” He made a vague motion with his hand and he looked proud of himself. “So what do you think?”
Foolish wasn’t sure what he thought, but he knew that his dicks were hard.
***
Quackity must have publicised it pretty well as the bar was full of people and the auction for the first use of the foxboy went crazy. Foolish put in a few bids of his own, but he was quickly outpaced by others.
Towards the end of auction it became clear that it was between two people. One of the was Eret, the other one, to Foolish’s surprise, was Bad.
The bidding between them lasted at least ten minutes after everyone else had bowed out, but eventually Eret won. Foolish was a mix of both aroused and jealous, but he had to admit that it felt right for the king to go first.
As soon as the auction was over Quackity came over to him, grabbing him by the arm to make him pay attention to him. “You need to go into that fucking room and keep an eye on these dumb fucks to make sure they don’t break the entertainment.”
“But..”
“No buts, just do it.” He shoved Foolish in the direction of the room, right as Eret went in. “And no touching yourself.” He hisses in his ear, before shoving him inside the room.
Foolish took up a spot in the corner of the room as Quackity explained the other man’s presence. She shrugged, seemingly unbothered by his addition and she turned her attention to the foxboy. He heard her whisper something to the boy, then saw him shift open her long black dress and he caught sight of her lifting his tail.
From Foolish’s position he could see everything but also nothing. He could see Eret thrust in and out of the foxboy, but he couldn’t really see her movements. Her dress meant he couldn’t see move than a sliver of skin of her leg so Foolish had to imagine what was happening exactly. He could picture her cock sliding into his fox hole, the shaft sinking into him until her hips were pressed against the furry ass.
Shit.
Foolish cursed himself for allowing his mind to picture that, his cocks stirring between his legs. No, he could not thinking about this.
Instead he turned his attention to one of the unoccupied holes, though he could still hear the sounds of Eret moaning, of her hips slamming against the boy’s fur. He tried not to let his mind wander because of the sounds, but he found that they did instead because of the empty hole.
Was Quackity intending to fill them all? Who was he planning on putting there? What would it be like to be in that position?
He couldn’t dwell on it more as Eret made the most beautiful moan and he knew that they had came. Eret moved back, straightened her dress and then went out the door to the rest of the club.
Moments later Bad came in, taking her place and Foolish knew it was going to be a long night when the demon thrust inside of trapped fox boy.
***
Several hours later the night was over and the music in the club outside of the room finally went died. Foolish let out a sigh of relief, glad that it meant that his duties here were over and he could finally have some relief.
A few times over the night, when there had been a lull in people using the fox boy, he’d thought about going over, slipping one or both of his cocks inside him. He hadn’t dared though, knowing that Quackity would find out and berate him for it. And that was the best case scenario.
Sure enough, the door opened and the other man strode into the room, his beanie askew, a wide grin on his face. “Well I consider tonight to be a success!” He clapped his hands together. “Who knew it would take to get people to come out here was some foxboy ass.” Foolish could practically see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he smirked. “Maybe next time we get Fundy in here too. Then we can get twice the customers! We could even get people to say which ass was best!”
Quackity was grinning like a maniac and he went over to the foxboy, taking ahold of his tail and lifting it up, examining his hole. Even from his position Foolish could see how it was stretched open, cum leaking out of it, staining his fur. “Damn, he really took a lot didn’t he?” He looked from the hole to foolish, beckoning him to come closer.
Foolish didn’t need much encouragement, finally leaving his spot to get a good look at the gaping hole. The sight of it made both of his cocks ache and he let out a low growl, staring at him hungrily.
“Oh you want it? Well I guess you’ve finally earned a turn.” Foolish caught sight of the other man looking at him, his gaze drifting lower between his legs. “But just one of those things. We don’t want this too wrecked just yet.” He let go of the foxboy’s tail as he said that, though Foolish caught it before it fell back down. “Have fun!”
As soon as Quackity left Foolish took a few moments to get a good look at the fox boy before him. He looked in a total state now, his soft fur now slightly matted and Foolish could see marks on his skin from nails and claws, some of them dark red with blood. He looked lower, skipping his hole for now, and he could see the fox boy’s small cock. It looked hard, though as Foolish hadn’t been with a foxboy before he couldn’t be sure. There were stains on the wall from where he’d came, the smears glistening slightly in the room’s light.
Foolish looked from the stains to his ass. His hole was stretched wide, the opening dripping cum down his fur. Most of it was pearly white, though there were some other colours mixed in as well from the less human people that had used him. Foolish was glad that it was his turn now at last.
With his free hand he adjusted his tunic, so that his cocks were free. He suspected that he could get both of them inside of him if he really tried but he didn’t want to risk pissing Quackity off. Instead he took one of them in hand, guiding it towards the open hole and thrust it inside.
Although the fox boy had been fucked by many cocks tonight already, some even coming back for a second or even third time, his hole still felt fucking amazing. The way it fluttered around him made Foolish let out a low groan and the slickness of all the cum inside him made it feel even better. Foolish let out a low growl, gripping onto his furry ass, his sharp nails digging into the skin. He hoped that they would leave marks, ones that would be visible next time he got used.
While one of his cocks was inside the foxboy, this other one was hanging between the boy’s legs. The feeling of the fur of his skinny legs felt strange but in a good way, the soft fur of his inner thighs feeling slightly ticklish against his dick.
As he thrust b ack inside of him he wondered about the state of the foxboy. Was he conscious on the other side of the wall? He wondered what his face looked like, if other men had used him like Quackity suggested. As he stared at the wall in front of him a thought occurred, that maybe people would like to see what the foxboy looked like as they fucked him. Not necessarily a live feed, maybe just a picture of what he looked like, or even just a tag with his name. He made a note to suggest it to Quackity, if he remembered it when he was done.
Foolish’s thrusts became rougher, his claws digging into the boy’s soft flesh and he felt himself lose control. He had been so pent up all night, watching so many people fuck him and now that he had a turn the boy’s hole was driving him crazy. Low growls escaped Foolish’s lips and he knew if he had access to the boy’s upper body he’d be littering it with bites from his sharp teeth. He growled in frustration that he couldn’t and that made him slam harder and faster against him.
It didn’t take him long before he could feel his orgasm start to build in his belly and he let out an animalistic snarl. “Gonna fill you up you filthy little fox bitch.” He was fairly sure that he couldn’t hear him, but he didn’t care, the words spilling from his lips in a low voice. “Bet you just love being filled up by so many men, made into a filthy little cum dump.” He thought of his face on the other side of the wall and he pictured it soaking wet. “Bet your face is fucking sodden with piss too, you desperate fox whore.” He snapped his hips into him one last time, the thought of him like that enough to tip him over the edge.
The cock up his ass sprayed cum inside of him, adding a fresh layer to his already slick walls. His other one, however, spewed its cum all over the fur of his thighs, turning them into a sticky mess. Foolish
pulled out almost instantly, taking a moment to surgery the damage. His gaping hole look wetter than before and his thighs looked beautiful painted either his load. Foolish grinned, proud of the mess he’d made and he stepped away from him, ready to leave him.
He almost went out the way he came in, to enter the now deserted club, but instead his gaze caught sight of the connecting door to the other side of the wall and he had to see the state he was in in. He was sure it wouldn’t meet his expectations, but he had to know.
Foolish went through the door, turning to look at the front half of the foxboy that he’d filled. He looked out of it, breathing heavily and Foolish thought he looked so depraved. The fur of his face and upper body was sodden and stuck to his skin. Most of the wetness was due to piss, the scent reaching his nostrils the moment he got close, but he could also see that some people had cum on him as well. If he hadn’t cum moments ago Foolish would probably haven been hard.
“Hello little fox whore. I’m Foolish, and I’ve been watching every man fuck your slutty little hole.” He stepped closer to him and Seapeekay let out a soft sound between a moan and a whimper. “I was the last one inside you, the last cock that you’re getting for the night. I wonder, does that make you happy or sad?” He let out another soft moan and he felt that he wasn’t going to get a more coherent answer than that. Not that he really cared either way. “Well, lucky for you I always need to piss after I fuck.”
Foolish stood right in front of him, taking a dick in each hand and aiming for the foxboy, letting out a soft sigh as his stream started. The flow sprayed out of both of them and he angled one towards his muzzle and the other towards his neck. Another soft sound escaped the boy’s mouth and his lips parted, leaning into the spray, drinking it down. “Fuck, you really are a dirty little piss slut aren’t you? You’ve had so many loads and yet you’re still thirsty for more.”
He let out another whimper and Foolish grinned, angling the other cock across his face, a soaking his head in flow. Where had Quackity found this guy? It was like he was made for this.
Foolish doused the foxboy in his piss until he was dripping in it, and his flow started to die down. He couldn’t help but think that he looked even better dripping in his piss, more of his white and orange fur sticking to his skin. He mumbled something softly and Foolish couldn’t really tell what it was and he didn’t really care, tugging himself back under his clothes and leaving him behind.
It wasn’t until he was outside, in the cold night air, that his mind registered what the boy had actually said, albeit in a broken way.
“Thank you sir.”
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Date: 2023-10-31 06:37 pm (UTC)I like how desperate Foolish was to fuck him but wasn't allowed, I guess watching him was a form of torture so finally being able to take his turn must have been worth it!!
Also again with the watersports! Maybe I'll have to do something with watersports again heh
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Date: 2023-11-01 01:20 am (UTC)Of course! And yeah it definitely was torture to see it and not do anything!
Of course! I see it becoming a running theme! *blames him having pee in the name*