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Hear No Perversion, See No Perversion

- For Lyzerof

The doors of the box shut above his head, and his world became darkness.

It wasn't just that there was no light. A mere lack of light would have been nothing for a canine like Lyzerof - half Ninetales, half Mightyena, with the sense of smell and hearing of both. He could probably navigate most rooms blindfolded, especially at Café Plaisir.

But this box... _the_box, that he'd seen sat in the Dungeon several times before, tucked away in a corner... he now knew what it was like.

The Café had a lot of soundproofing in its walls for rather obvious reasons - only the loudest parties could be heard outside. That same insulation must have been used here - the tinkle of chains, the grunts of the nearby Electrike he'd seen on his way in, the low chuckling of Terü as the doors had swung closed - all ceased with a final, dull thud.

And his nose was of no help. Not right now. All he could smell and feel was the warm air of his breath...

Oh... and his own musk, too.

That was another thing about the box. It had just a single noticeable hole, covered in rubber, about halfway down. And while Lyzerof's body was now surrounded by a layer of warm air from his own fire-type body heat, his erect canine shaft - and nothing else - felt the cooler air of the Dungeon outside.

The rubber seal teased the flesh behind his knot. He let out a whine, the sound lost to the darkness, unheard by anyone outside.

Damn Terü... that devious, domineering Ninetales had said little to Lyzerof during the brief escorting down here. He'd been told of the little punishment - an hour in the box. But aside from that? No promises, no information about what would happen - or who, for that matter. But Lyzerof had seen him snap those green glowsticks with his teeth, and drop them onto the floor in front of the box. In the Dungeon, green glowsticks meant one thing.

Free for all.

The first lick came moments later - if time had much of a meaning here. It was slightly rough, and very wet, and almost as if it was tasting him... testing. Lyzerof felt his shaft bob up and down in reaction, and then... nothing, once more.

No touching. No licking. He whined again, bucking against the locked doors. Had he imagined the lick? Oh, come on, he hadn't gone insane that quickly, had he?

The tongue returned for a long, slow lick, right across the underside. Lyzerof yipped, feeling his shaft throb in response. It lapped up the full length of his shaft, teasing every ridge and vein, right to the tip. Lyzerof squirmed, trying to lift a leg, but ultimately failing in the confined space.

The tongue returned to the base, this time the tip teasing the base of his knot. He yelped, bucking his hips again, his paws tingling as sudden, intense pleasure shot through him. Really? They'd do that to him? He gasped, trying to gain control as he felt the shaft jerk against the unseen person's tongue.

Then the cool Dungeon air gave away to a warm maw. It was the same person - or, so Lyzerof imagined, anyway. The tongue seemed the same, but it was hard to say when he only had feelings to go off.

The maw worked slowly around his shaft, tongue still lapping and teasing his underside while the rest enjoyed the tip. He felt lips, probably furred, sliding down his length and leaving a thin coating of saliva, before it slipped back up. Between each lap, each slow bob, the figure paused - and each time they did, the moment hung in the air, like it was being drawn out, lasting for seconds, even a minute, before the person resumed. It was slow... agonisingly slow...

Was time really that warped with no other senses? Or was the person just teasing him that much? Lyzerof squirmed regardless, each time he did earning himself another bob of the head of the unseen patron. He gasped in the quickly warming box, feeling the lips work across the shaft...

And then, the maw opened, and there was a gentle pressure on the tip. He swallowed - what was that? A... kiss? He heard two dull thumps on the box's front, as if someone had patted it, and then...

Nothing. Once more. W-wait... that was it? That was all they were gonna do? He whined again, his shaft jerking, but nothing followed.

He muttered to himself. They weren't words, just sounds. He forced himself to breathe slowly in the warm air - it was certainly thinner than when he'd come in, but it didn't seem to be getting worse. There must be some air holes somewhere, unseen, and behind more insulation...

Suddenly, the box shook as something slammed into it. Lyzerof jumped in surprise - then yelped in shock as his cock was suddenly consumed with warmth.

It was a mouth again - though different from the one before. Soft lips pressed at his knot, tongue shoved against the underside of his shaft, and... the tip surrounded by tight flesh. He felt it twitch as the person squirmed around it, before the lips suddenly slid back, and the warmth disappeared.

He breathed quickly. He'd heard something, he noticed. His ears flicked, and he fought to get one to stand up from their position laying back against his head, trying to listen out for anything more.

Yes... someone was speaking. It was very faint, highly muffled. It sounded somewhat feminine, and rather harsh... it wasn't a voice he was familiar with. It suddenly rose in volume, and-

The feeling returned, making Lyzerof buck against the door again. This time the lips strained at his knot, and he breathed quickly as more shouting leaked through the doors. Lyzerof's tip jerked, and he gasped as he felt the tightness once more of someone's throat around his shaft.

The person slid away again hurriedly. It was too quick for someone doing it of their own accord, too forceful.

Oh, fuck... someone was being _forced_to deepthroat him. He was just a dildo in someone's game of dominance.

Again, the unseen sub was driven against his shaft, and this time Lyzerof's bulging knot didn't hold out. The lips slipped around the back of it, and Lyzerof jerked as he felt the tightness and the warmth swim over him. He bucked once more, whining, feeling pleasure and desire swim through him.

Oh, fuck, they weren't pulling off... He whined, trying to move and failing once more. Those lips stayed at his knot, a tongue pressed firmly against his bulging flesh, unable to move. Especially with the deceptive passage of time... how long was the person going to stay there? It must have been about twenty seconds already? Thirty, even? A minute!?

He breathed quickly, muttering to himself as he tried to calm himself down. He tried counting in his head, but the person around his shaft moved suddenly, lips sliding further around the base of his knot. Lyzerof quickly lost focus, whining again as his paws thumped against the box's door.

After what felt like another minute, there was a brief straining, before the person was suddenly yanked from his shaft. He felt saliva drip down his length. He could imagine it - thick, throbbing, dripping with saliva in the cool air. He imagined someone in front of it - who, or what? Human? Pokémon? Male, female, herm? What type? What species? He swallowed, waiting to feel the mouth again...

But it didn't come. There was more muffled speech outside the box, only just on the edge of hearing, but still loud. Then it died down, and silence rolled back in.

This time, it remained. There were no more tongues or lips or throats. The moments stretched on, and Lyze felt his shaft jerk eagerly, needily, in the cool air... but nothing happened. He tried counting again, but the moment he hit thirty seconds, he lost his focus once more to a wave of desire and want from his shaft. Oh fuck, he needed more, he needed release...

What... what if they'd all gone? What if everyone had left, including Terü, even including that Noivern on the door? He was supposed to stay, but what if something happened? What if...?

He whimpered, pawing at the door. For a moment, the idea of the 'safeword' crossed his mind. A series of loud, firm taps just to his right, at a special panel. He could reach it, and they'd hear it.... So they said, anyway....

He dismissed the idea. No..., he must do this....

Several more long, agonising moments passed. He pushed against the walls. Some might find it comfortable, but what little of that though had passed long ago. The claustrophobic environment was getting more and more uncomfortable. With four legs, nine tails, and a mess of back and head fur, Lyzerof wasn't exactly the best fit for a small box like this. His limbs jabbed against the side, and he grunted, pushing against the warm, ungiving walls.

More voices. He stopped shuffling. His ear cocked again.

He swore those voices were familiar. He'd heard them around the Café. But hell... it could be Rain Flower or Miss Jörmun, for all he could tell. Could even be Jack himself, with how distorted the words were...

Then he felt it. More warmth, but... oh god... that wasn't a mouth...

He felt his still wet shaft being pushed right into someone's tailhole. Whose, he had no idea. But it was hot, and it was tight, and it was eager enough to shove it back right to the knot.

Lyzerof bucked his hips. He had to. Oh god, the feeling...!

His shaft sunk a little bit deeper, and his knot pressed against their rear again, before the pulled back to set up a slow rhythm. Lyzerof whimpered, feeling his shaft bulging in need as they slid up and down, up and down. Each one was slow, but it was firm, and unrelenting. More muffled sounds from outside. What sounded like laughter caught his ears, and he whined. A toy, yet again...

Lyzerof panted heavily, leaning his head against the back of the box. He felt his soft mane against him, even that feeling uncomfortable. He tried to thrust, but all he could do was pull his knot back against the small hole, or push it forwards barely a centimetre. His paws pressed against the doors again as he whined in need - please, please...!

More thrusting. More rolling of the hips of that unseen person. Oh, they were enjoying it, it seemed... faster and faster... with how much they were shifting about, it seemed they must have been enjoying themselves too. Were they pawing off? What with? Did they have a shaft, a cunt, what? Was he even fucking someone's rear right now?

Well, the last one was easy enough. Tailhole or not, he wasn't fucking it. They were fucking him....

And then there was a pause, and the warmth increased as the flesh suddenly tightened. The bouncing came back with renewed vigour, slamming it back against the knot. Lyzerof's eyes shut, then opened, then shut again, making no difference whatsoever in what he could see. He shouted, but he didn't once expect it to be heard. Oh fuck, of fuck, pleeeease, let him cuuuuum...!

He didn't. He couldn't. Because before Terü had shoved him in here, he'd personally administered one last little device of torture.

The cock ring was tighter than ever around Lyzerof's balls, and it clamped down on the flesh of his shaft. He was kept rigid, firm, nice and hot and erect while completely negating any chance of orgasm. He whined, his paws shaking, as the unseen tormentor on the other side finally shoved their hips back and Lyzerof's knot popped into them. The feeling was unlike any other... but he couldn't benefit from it fully. He whined, resigning himself to sharp, shallow thrusts against the hole and into the clenching rear of the person on the other side, unable to gain release. A tear rolled down his cheek.

After another indeterminate length of time, the person shifted again, and there was a brief moment of tugging, before the hips pulled away from the knot. The room felt even colder now, and Lyzerof panted heavily, feeling his cock throb and jerk in the open room.

His head lay back against the box. He whined, the sound long and low and needy...

And the box opened.

He opened his eyes, blinking at even the little, dismal lighting the Dungeon had. The still grinning face of Terü stared back at him, his smile seeming to grow as the Ninetales saw his plight. Behind that golden fur, the Noivern eyed him expectantly. He couldn't see anything else - no sign of his recent 'partner'.

"That... was a hell of an hour..." Lyzerof muttered, a smile teasing his lips. As he said it, he knew exactly what was gonna come next. Oh, no...

"An hour?" Terü replied, questioningly. His emerald eyes glinted.

Oh, hell no...

"That was ten minutes, ya little slut. I hope you enjoy the rest of it..."