Locked Between Walls
#5 of Erotic Stories
A short, out of the ordinary erotic story.
Thievery was simple. In and out, quick and unseen. Jewels, heirlooms, art - if small enough, Jay the fox could extract everything within a night. Sometimes things could get complicated, sometimes things were unforgivable easy. Today was one of the later. Not only was the security at the front easy enough to distract, the balcony of the second floor offered enough shadow to slip in swiftly and hidden. The room within was vast and just as easy to pass. The staffs schedule had kept them busy elsewhere at this point of time. Passing the corridor next and a small janitor room after was all it took him to get to the intestines of the building. The facility was stuffed with machinery and technical devices for the purpose of this enterprise, but so were the interesting rooms further up the cable shafts and gas pipes. Up and up he went, and again it all was way too easy.
A quick glance at the digital display by his wrist told him he had reached the correct level. Beside this and a belt across his chest, nothing covered him. Clothings made sneakiness more complicated, and fur coated his body. What were these things of visual vanity to one who was not to be seen in the first place? A few more rooms and corridors separated him from his target location, no more. The route would seem impassible to an untrained eye, but he had done his homework. There was a very small passage right through the machinery which was slowly working up here. A weird technology in his eyes, what ever they did required constant, clockwork like motions. But right here was a space, unintended by the architect, where a person could easily fit through. It was dusty and dirty, but little did he care. It wasn't a clean business, after all. To his right a wall of steel an inch thick separated a cable shaft from the working engines, which was dotted with holes for air circulation. In front of him was the narrowest passage, hardly more than ten inch wide. But he didn't stop. In a single motion he positioned himself sideways to the passage, and with spread legs shoved himself further on. The wall rubbed over his chest and sheath, while from the other side long plates and occasional bumps pressed against his back and buttocks. Confidently he moved on, carried by the rhythm of the clockwork engines he heard beating all around him.
Something caught his feet and he almost fell, but the little space didn't allow him to. He glanced down, frustrated and angry at this little disturbance of his perfect advance. He saw a cable. Everything in this place was neatly set and tidily ordered, but this one cabled had been shoved in through one of the holes carelessly enough to allow it just enough of a loop for his foot to get caught in. Making no noises, he shook his foot until it got free, ignoring the growing hum that came from a piece of machinery that was pressing his hip against the wall. When the cable was out of his way and he set off to get moving, something caught him just again. This time it made him yelp.
A little bolt from behind had suddenly extended from the machinery and placed itself firmly within the ring below his tail. It wasn't thicker than a little finger and well enough greased. Hardly did that matter to a master of thievery as Jay the fox, whose mind never bent to any distraction any of his adventures had ever put up against him. But he was locked! The bolt, thin and short as it was, was just too far. He squeezed in all directions, but nothing worked. The damned little pin had caught him until it went out on its own. Whatever mechanism processed behind him increased the humming sound, and soon the pin would begin to vibrate. Jay rolled his eyes. Iron willed he ignored it, leaning his forehead against the wall and waiting for a chance to escape. It was humiliating. A fault? Hardly. Though he could have got hurt badly in this position. The machine would have mercilessly pierced his flesh and caused a serious wound. He should have been more careful. Yet, he thanked whatever luck had allowed him to get through this unhurt. Jay sighed as the vibrating increased. The humming was loud enough to deafen any sound he made. Surely the pin would retreat soon now.
Some cylindric piece of metal went up the bolt, and suddenly he found himself stretched to a diameter of an inch at least. He moaned, fingers clawing through whatever holes they could reach in the wall. His will may be iron as it might, but that kind of stimulation didn't stop his sheath from growing further more. But he didn't notice it, yet. His tip was already showing and poking through a hole right in front of him, as the machinery returned to its former level of vibration. Panting, he rolled his eyes. How much worse could it get?
As if heard by the engine behind, another ring was added, and suddenly he was painfully widened. He gasped, his will shaken during his effort to keep quiet. But his shaft kept growing, and only when he felt the cool air around it did he realize he had shoved all his length through the hole in the wall. Already it's edges rubbed at him. OK, this wasn't over yet. He could still get out of this, calm himself, and get on with his mission. The window of time wasn't infinite, but still big enough to allow some interventions of sorts. However unique this one was.
Jay had just calmed himself to a steady breathing, when he got stretched just another bit. He yelped, but got no time to adjust, as the accumulated rings slowly moved further in. Deep they went, though only small steps, but with all the vibration each was a small step too far. He panted, eyes rolling and tongue lolling out of his mouth. His crotch was pressed against the wall. Eventually the bolt sprang forth and buried itself painfully into the prostate of the locked fox. Jay howled, loud and miserably aroused, almost loud enough to overcome the enveloping humming noise. The bolt vibrated with merciless force. He gasped for air, his entire body shaking. He yelped and felt himself spasming under a forced orgasm. The piercing bolt in his prostate made it hardly an enjoyable experience, every jet a stinging pain in his bowls.
Just then, with a sloppy sound, the entire engine returned to its original state. His hole gaping for a second chilled him, and then he felt the comfortably even surface behind him.
All in all it took him three minutes to calm himself, overcome the sensation that had overcharged his system, and focus. Pushing himself off the wall he leaned against, he yelped but again. Disbelieve widened his eyes as he realized the humiliation final stroke: His knot had tied to the wall.
A clockwork is a cycle, and all positions of the gears come and go in structured patterns. Thus the poor fox got caught by the bolt three more times this night. Only during the last phase of freedom did his knot finally get down in time to allow him to get out. Jay got outside just before the first rays of dawn, though he had lost most of his elegance. The mission would have to wait for a week. And the only trace left was an impressive puddle of seed.