Depravity - Pipefox
#6 of Quickies
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An inexperienced fox wanders into the wrong sex club.
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The young vulpine gulped with anxiety as he found a place for himself at the bar. His green "CLEAN" wristband clung to his fur and made some of it lay down uncomfortably, so he fiddled with it while he waited for the bartender to come to him. He'd turn 21 not too long ago, so he was eager to visit some of the more exciting adult clubs, but eagerness turned to nervousness as he approached Limbo, a notorious BDSM club that was occasionally spoken of in controversy whenever something or someone went too far.
When he was finally tended to, he gave the Doberman that manned the counter his credit card and a request for a hard cider to start the night off with. With his cold beverage in hand, he turned back from the counter to look over the rather poorly lit club. There were plenty of booths and tables, where many of the occupied ones had an anthro or two chained and at the paws of who he assumed was an owner and their friends.
He pulled at the collar of his shirt and huffed while he watched the other subs. It was a very sex positive club, he heard, but he didn't expect so much... well, actual sex to occur out in the open. He was under the impression that there would be minimal action in the public areas with the back rooms being where everything actually went down. Then again, he couldn't see how something could go too far out here, so maybe this WAS the "minimal action" he had imagined.
He was snapped out of his reverie when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. The fox gasped and jumped in his seat which splashed his chest with a sip of his drink. Next to him was a rather large wolf who wore only a leather vest and jock strap, which seemed like it was a size too small for that rather hefty package. "Hey there, boy," the wolf said, his voice gravelly like he had growled but without the actual bass to it. "You look new here."
The young man gulped hard and stared unblinkingly at the older, larger gentleman. The vulp had certainly come unprepared, clad in a rather plain but clean cotton tee and a pair of short-short jeans to show off his twink body. "Yeah, I uh... First time..." He couldn't take his eyes off the Daddy-type, and just the word Daddy in his head made the fox imagine calling the lupine "Daddy."
"Well, welcome to Limbo, kid," he said with a smirk. He pointed to the fox's wrist. "They explained the wristbands, right?" he asked while he held up his own band, which was yellow and read UNCLEAN. The boy nodded. "Well, you green for any particular reason? Me and my crew love breaking in cute boys like you." His off-white teeth appeared in a wicked grin, which made the fox queasy.
"Well, n-no, but... I'm not really, you know... That's not... Uh..." He trailed off and gulped. The wolf wrapped a tree trunk of an arm around the fox's shoulders and pulled him close, which nearly pulled him off of his barstool.
"It's not so bad, boy. Besides, I don't know if you got a good look at anyone else's wrists, but not very many greenies like you around here," he said in a whisper. "You looking to get laid, you're gonna have to go somewhere else."
The queasy feeling grew into genuine nausea and his knees grew weak. "Th-then I'll go and, I'll just go ahead and take off, then," he said while he tried to pull away, but the burly lupine held on tight.
"Nah, I don't think you're gonna do that," the wolf said with a growl that nearly made his words unintelligible. "I think you secretly want me to drag you to one of those back rooms and have me and my boys show you a good time." Tears welled up in the fox's eyes. He didn't want that at all. But before he could say anything else, he was lifted by the nearly crushing grip of the wolf.
"N-no, please," the fox pleaded. "I don't... I can't... This isn't..." He couldn't finish a thought. His head spun. This wasn't happening, was it? His footpaws barely touched the floor as he was none too gently guided towards the back of the club.
"Yeah, you foxes are all the same. I know you want to be gangbanged. Stop lying to me and to yourself."
There was a hallway lined with some heavy doors, most of which were closed and had a red "OCCUPIED" sign on them, some of which were cracked open while marked "OCCUPIED," and a few which were marked "VACANT" and left wide open. Inside, he caught glimpses of various forms of bondage, like X-cross restraints, simple shackles on the wall, beds with chains, no two rooms seemed to have the same kind of equipment in it. In the occupied rooms with doors ajar, he heard more than he saw: whips, cries, groans, moans, begging.
The fox was brought into a room marked occupied, but there wasn't any action. Yet. This must've been the wolf's crew: a tiger, another wolf, a bear, all with similar body types. The only difference beside their species was that they all had wristbands that weren't green; most of them were yellow, but the bear's was red. The vulpine gulped heavily.
Before the door was closed, he tried to scream for help, but either no one heard, or no one cared. The entrance was locked by his guide. The sound of the deadbolt being slid into place made the fox's blood run cold.
He never returned to Limbo after that night. He never went out with a friend anymore, either.