Butt of the Joke
This story was made mostly to indulge in my massive kink for facesitting. I had fun writing it, though I felt that the introduction before the actual facesitting was pretty messy and not well done.
All of the people who sat on Archibald in the story are the character's of friends of mine.
If you want to skip the intro and get right to the facesitting, word search "highlights".
Archibald nearly fell out of bed as his alarm went off, scrambling around and tossing the blankets off of the bed. After swinging his arms and hitting the table a few times he managed to turn the alarm off. His antennae twitched and his wings fluttered as he sat up, stretching his arms and squeaking a bit as he yawned.
Today was the first day at his new job, and though he was excited, he didn't know much about the details. It was at a local but popular nightclub called Nova, known to have lots of fetishes to do, including orgies every other night. He was quite nervous as well but he did some preparation as well, namely getting some ice packs in his freezer for when he returned home.
The sun was already setting, his shift starting at eight at night and ending at two in the morning- it was moments like this he was thankful for naturally being nocturnal. He was told not to eat or shower before working, causing quite a bit of suspicion (and hunger) but saving him lots of time getting ready. He only had to have a quick drink, and pull his clothes on.
Nova was within flying distance, safe enough even as it was getting dark outside. He decided to play it safer though, strapping a headlamp on before heading outside and flying away from his home. He only flew a few meters above the roofs, wanting to avoid the risks of some higher flying birds.
He could see the neon blue sign from a distance, attracting a few feral moths- admittedly he felt a small pull towards it but he learned his lesson the hard way when he was younger. He landed in front of the building, turning off his headlamp and tucking it into his coat. He pulled the door open and stepped inside, expecting a rush of noise and lights.. but it was rather tame, not having officially opened yet. The ceiling lights were on and the only music was the DJ listening to something on his phone.
The place was mostly empty, the only people in sight being the scale-covered DJ, a latex-wearing sergal on the stage having a drink, and a MILFy looking harpy behind the bar. That brought his attention to something rather odd: One of the barstools, instead of having a proper seat, had a large knotted dildo in place of the pole. It was in a good spot too, and would provide a perfect view of the stage.
He shook his head and kept walking, giving little waves to the employees who stared at him. He was told to go right to the back room, where he'd get further instructions. He pushed the door open and stepped into a dimly lit hallway, where he just stood and looked around. "Uh.. hello? Is anyone here?" He remained in his spot, not sure where to go or what to do.
"Hello? Is that Archibald?" A loud, deep voice spoke, making him jump. He almost ran once a red-skinned beast walked around the corner, more than twice his height with their horns nearly scraping the ceiling. They wore a tight black t-shirt that showed off their muscles, with the word "Staff" in big white letters. "Yes he- I mean, I am." He squeaked, shrinking back slightly against the door.
The demon reached a hand out to him, though one of their hands was nearly half his size. He nervously held one of their fingers with two hands and shook it, making them smile. "I'm Gol'magat, you can call me Gol, I'm here to help you with your new job." He tried to ignore the large bulge in their pants, and the subtle, spicy musk it was giving off. He just nodded, letting them lead him down the hall into a private room. "We could do this in the open too, but I don't think you're really prepared for that yet." They huffed, closing the door once he walked in.
His eyes widened as he looked around the room, the walls covered in lots of shelves with dozens of different sex toys and bondage tools, including several bottles of lube. He was expecting something like this, but he was still quite nervous- the job application even required that he wasn't a virgin. "Just strip naked and I'll get you ready." The demon smiled, getting some ropes and lube from the shelves. The moth gulped but complied, slowly taking his clothes off.
"So what exactly am I doing? I said I don't have any dancing experience." He held his hands in front of his crotch as he stripped all the way down, blushing lightly. Gol gave him a confused look, undoing some of the rope. "You don't know? Well, I'm sure you the toy out by the bar." They cleared their throat, looking to the side. "That's the.. deluxe seating. Patrons don't need to pay extra to sit there, but they might not want to get up for a while." Archibald was the one to look confused now, staring up at them, the gears in his head not yet turning. "They just sit on the dildo? It'd be hard to reach the bar, don't you think..?" He huffed. "No, they don't sit on the dildo. That's uh, your job. You sit on it, and please whoever sits on your face." They replied.
His heart sank and his wings twitched. He definitely wasn't expecting that, and he didn't do well to hide his excitement. He squirmed and rubbed his groin, his blush growing brighter and larger. He absolutely loved being sat on, though he'd never go out and say it. "The whole time? People just sitting on me?" He paused, taking a shaky breath. "Will they be naked?" The demon raised an eyebrow, staring down at the much smaller moth. "You're more excited about this than I was expecting. But yes, some will be naked and some will be clothed. Most will likely at least pull their bottoms down if they want to sit on you. Are you ready anyways? I need to prepare you." They held the ropes up, and he only responded with a nod.
They stepped forwards, giving his head a little push with one of their fingers. "Arms behind your back, please. And before you ask why, you using your hands removes the point of you being there." He didn't say anything, just leaning forwards and holding his four hands together behind his back, keeping them out slightly so they could be tied. Despite the size difference between him and Gol, they handled it rather well and quickly tied the ropes around, under, over his wrists and forearms. They tightened the ropes rather suddenly and making him let out a loud, embarrassing squeak. If he could move his arms he'd be hiding his face, as red as a tomato. "That was uh, a noise. Are the ropes too tight?" They asked calmly. He tugged and tried to push the ropes, finding his arms couldn't pull apart but they were (mostly) comfortable. "Y-yeah, that's good." He responded quietly. "Do you want to wait until before or after I put you on the pole to tie your ankles?" They smiled down at him, though it wasn't very reassuring with how many teeth they had. "Now works. I don't think I'll be able to walk anyways with how I'm getting."
The demon didn't even say anything, just slowly lifting Archibald up by his bound wrists and bending his legs with their tail. They rather simply tied his ankles together, and then around his knees to keep his legs bent. "I'll do a bit more later, but that was to wait for you to be on the pole. I guess I need to carry you now, huh?" He nodded, barely keeping himself from making another squeak as he was lifted higher, carried in the beast's large hands like a fragile piece of glass- he may as well have been, since he couldn't exactly stop himself if he fell.
As the two of them got back out into the open the lights were dimmed, but the club wasn't open quite yet. A few more employees were on the stage, a few whistling at the sight of the moth being carried out and making him blush. They carried him over to the bar, nodding towards the harpy. "Evening Vaelinis. Excited for another night of work?" They said rather nonchalantly as they popped open a bottle of lube, pouring an excessive amount onto the shiny dick-shaped pole (and the floor beneath it). "Definitely am, hon. Especially with our new little worker here~" She giggled, making her rather huge chest bounce. "Remember, it's your job to make sure people don't go too far." They huffed, giving her an intense stare, acting like they weren't giving the dildo a good stroking.
They looked down at him again, his blush not having gone down. "We'll have to go slow, since this toy IS huge, especially for someone your size." He nodded in response, gasping loudly as the demon rubbed one of their large, lube coated fingers against his wet cunt, making him squirm a bit. He was expecting something worse than this for the job, but it was still embarrassing to be fingered with so many people watching. His cunt was slowly stretched open as they pushed their finger in, making him bite his lip to stop himself from letting out a moan as the digit slid deeper into him. Gol did it with great care, making sure to not stretch him past his limit or to be too rough. By the time they had their finger all the way in, he had quite a sizeable bulge in his stomach, but didn't seem bothered in the slightest. "F-fuck, it's so big.." He said with a trembling voice, his legs trembling too.
"I think you're ready to be, well, ready." They slowly pulled their finger out of him, his pussy gaping for a few seconds. They lifted him up and pressed the tip of the pole against him, slooooowly starting to let him slide down. He hadn't felt so full in a while, even with the finger that was in him just moments ago. This toy was as thick as two of his arms together, not even including the much thicker knot. He wasn't even halfway down before his belly started to bulge outwards, a few of the club staff whistling at the sight of him taking it so well. It felt quite cold as well, especially with the lube, making him shiver and twitch- his body did a great job at warming it up, his liquid arousal mixing with the cool lubricant. The bulge in his torso slowly grew further upwards, and by the time he pressed against the thick knot the bulge was just reaching his chest.
Some of the employees seemed shocked at how much he took, though all were at least a bit impressed. He took some slow, deep breaths before looking up to the demon and nodding. "T-the knot too, I need to take the whole thing." They raised an eyebrow, not having expected him to be so.. brave. He did his best to relax as they started pushing him down, spreading his cunt to its limit around the watermelon-sized knot. He got stuck for a few moments at the halfway point, but a little shove let the rest easily slide into him, taking him right to the base. He was right on the edge of a climax but there was nothing he could do about it, squirming and moaning for everyone to see. The tip of the bulge stopped somewhere under his neck fluff, and even the knot itself made a huge distension in his groin.
"Just one more thing before you're ready." The demon smiled down at him, giving the bulge a little pat and making him squeak quietly. They kneeled behind him, tying one end of a rope to his wrists and pulling down, attaching the other end to his ankles. He couldn't bend much with the rigid pole impaling the majority of his body, though the new rope made him face upwards and made the bulge more pronounced. "That's all then, I think you'll know what to do when someone sits on you. And if anyone gives you trouble or you want out, just shout for Vaelinis." And that's all they said before walking to the front door, dimming the overhead lights and turning on the floor lights.
The next few minutes were just a blur with the other staff getting ready, and him not able to focus on much else other than the massive intrusion filling him. He snapped out of it once the lights started flashing and music started playing- exactly the kind of music one would expect to play in such a place.
A few minutes passed without anyone sitting on him, though his vision soon went dark as someone stood in front of him, their feet on the floor next to his. A fox with deep red fur and some green highlights stood above him, and though he couldn't quite tell what they were wearing their ass was as naked as he was. They didn't even say anything to him as they sat down on him, their tailhole pressed firmly against his lips. He took a deep breath in of their scent, carrying a natural animalistic musk with just a bit of sweat. He could hear them talking to someone but the words just passed by him, his senses too focused on the ass pressing against him.
The fox wiggled their rump to get cozy, making him squeak. He gave their ass a kiss, closing his eyes and starting to really enjoy the feelings as he kept kissing and sniffing, making the fox groan and put some more weight on him. He gave them a slow but small lick, a small shiver going down both his and the fox's spine as he continued licking. They continued with their conversation as he licked their musky tailhole, even with their cock starting to erect and slide from their sheath.
The fox shifted on their "seat", gently rubbing one of their paws against the moth's bulging stomach, making him shiver before licking them harder and faster. A few minutes passed before they suddenly got up, Archi gasping loudly as he got fresh air. They gave him a little pat between the antennae, their cock twitching and dripping precum as they went to the dance floor and talked to a deerboy wearing an excessive amount of latex.
Only one person had sat on him so far, and not only was it for less than ten minutes but they were relatively clean too, and he already looked like a mess. His fuzz was matted down with sweat, foxy musk sticking to him and still filling his lungs. Not long passed before someone else approached, and he gasped quietly once he saw who it was. A certain tall doberman stared down at him, grinning widely. "I knew you'd be here. I haven't showered in a while just for you." He was blushing like a tomato, squirming for a few moments. "P-please stay for a while." He stared up at them with a needy look in his eyes.
The doberman moved in front of him, pulling their pants down. A wave of powerful musk filled his lungs, already overwhelming what he had from the fox. Unlike the fox it was a more filthy, unclean musk, but that didn't stop the moth from moaning as he was sat on again. They slowly grinded against him, rubbing their hot sweat into his fuzz and practically soaking him. He wriggled and moaned underneath them, his stretched out cunt leaking plenty onto the floor around the dildo. He took deep breaths in of their smell and rubbed against them, giving them a slow lick from their taint to the base of their tail. Their taste was almost as strong as their smell, and was overpowering in a whole different way.
"How's it smell, huh~?" They wiggled their hips, and he only responded with a moan and some literal ass kissing. They rubbed both paws against the bulge traveling up his body, putting most of their weight on him by doing so and making him squeak as he was practically smothered in ass.
He pushed his tongue a bit harder against their sweaty tailhole, and after some more grinding from both of them his tongue his tongue slowly slid right in. That brought a moan from him and the doberman, and he wiggled his tongue deep inside them. He slowly pushed more of his long tongue in, getting a thorough taste of their rump, their tail resting on his head as he slowly tonguefucked them. He only pushed about five inches in, slowly feeling around and pressing against their walls until he heard the canine gasp, pushing hard against a certain sensitive bump and milking some precum from their cock.
They rocked their hips, making his whole body rock a bit as he grinded his tongue against their prostate, their knotted cock quickly getting hard and throbbing with lust. The smells and tastes were driving the moth mad with lust, a small puddle of his pussy juices forming on the floor beneath him. Though he couldn't use his arms to help please the beast, Archi was more than skilled enough with his tongue to bring the doberman to a climax, them moaning quite loudly as thick, hot ropes of cum spurted from their tip to cover the underside of the the counter and the wall, dripping onto the floor and making an even bigger mess. They slowly stood up, letting Archi pull his tongue out of them. "That was fun. I'll make sure to finish you off later~" They gave him a kiss on his sweat-soaked cheek, tucking their half-erect cock into their shorts and wandering off, and all he could do was groan in response.
Not even a minute passed before someone else came over, and this time he didn't get any warning. All he saw was darkness before it felt like someone dropped a wet mattress on him. A rather muscular, grey bunny boy, with an exceptionally large ass, had sat on him without a single word. He could tell that they hadn't taken their pants off, the soaked fabric from their sweatpants rubbing against him. It felt like they just jumped into a pool, their pants sticking close to their wet fur with his face buried in between their cheeks. He could feel their hot sweat rolling down his body, getting his entire body all wet and musky.
He moaned underneath them, and they just laughed and wiggled their hips, burying him right against their tailhole- their pants were still in the way, but with how sweaty they were it didn't make much of a difference. A few people had gathered just to watch, though none tried to interfere with what was happening. The bunny seemed more interested in actually having a chair than someone to lick them, but that didn't stop them from rubbing and grinding their sweaty ass against him.
He took a deep breath in of their overpowering smell, a shiver going down his spine, the warmth going right to his crotch and making him moan. He squirmed underneath them, trying to get send himself over the edge but the massive dildo inside him keeping him from moving around. Whenever he opened his mouth, it was quickly filled with their strong, salty sweat, which he savoured for a few seconds before swallowing it down, filling his stomach with it and soaking the floor as well.
It was all too much for him. The weight, the tastes, the people watching, the smells, ESPECIALLY the smells.. Archie let out a loud cry of pleasure, muffled by the sweaty ass on top of him, the little moth reaching a powerful orgasm. He quivered underneath the rabbit, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth hanging open, his cunt spasming around the toy inside him and leaking some of his fluids onto the floor. That brought a few whistles and even some scattered applause, a small crowd gathering to get a turn at sitting on the moth. Once he calmed down, taking some shaky breaths, the bunny wiggled their hips and let him get one last mouthful of sweat before standing up, leaving a not so little trail of the clear fluid as they walked away.
Next up was a somewhat thick, soft looking husky with brownish-orange fur. They already had their pants down, not seeming to care how wet their "seat" was. Perhaps they overshot, or it was what they planned, but their fluffy balls were pushed right against his waiting mouth. He moaned happily, lightly sucking on their fluffy sack and bringing out a moan from them. They wiggled their hips, their humanoid member already erect and throbbing gently.
He kept sucking and licking even as they sat up, making an audible 'pop' as their balls came out of his mouth, their fur nice and shiny from his spit. They smiled down at him, lifting themselves up a bit more and pressing the tip of their member against his lips. He squeaked, already suckling lightly on them. He wasn't expecting to be used this way either, but he certainly wasn't complaining as they slid inch after inch into his warm maw.
He coiled his tongue around their length, noisily sucking on it. He gagged quietly as the head of their cock prodded the back of his throat, closing his eyes and relaxing as the husky pushed their cock right into his tight throat. He moaned loudly, vibrating his throat around their member and making them moan in return. They pushed deeper, and he took it like a champ as they went in right to the hilt, their spit-shined balls resting against his eyes. He kept moaning and sucking on them, trying to push his head up to get more of their length in. Instead, they lifted their hips and slowly lowered back down, gently throatfucking him as they enjoyed their drink at the bar. He enjoyed his own "drink" as well, their salty precum leaking down his throat and occasionally right onto his tongue, giving him a lovely taste to savour.
They panted and groaned as they kept thrusting into him, his wings fluttering under his bound arms. It wasn't enough to bring him to a climax, but his legs still trembled and twitched from the gentle throatfucking. They gradually got quicker but were never too harsh, occasionally making the moth squeak when they went balls deep in his throat. As they got closer and closer to a climax they lost their inhibitions, getting quite rough with their chair. They bit their lip and whimpered, their length pulsing as they shot some hot seed down his throat, filling his stomach with something other than sweat. They pulled back before they finished, the last of their orgasm coating his face. They stood up after that, giving his messy cheek a kiss before walking away with a skip in their step.
The husky was practically shoved out of the way by a brown bat, who was already completely naked. He only saw them for a moment before he was sat on, but he got a good look at their puffy donut before it was smashed against his face. They wiggled against him, getting comfy and burying him between their thick cheeks, not seeming to mind that he had someone else's cum on his face. He got a more than thorough smell of them, not able to smell anything else with them putting most of their weight on him. They took out a sketchbook and a few pencils from who knows where, starting to draw while they sat on the barstool. It seemed like he was going to be under them for quite a while..
. . .
Several hours had passed since Archi was first stuck onto the pole, and by now he was barely even recognizable. He was coated head to toe in a mixture of sweat and cum, with a sizeable pool of it on the floor. He came a few more times himself as well, but his fluids were lost in the rest. His lungs were filled with all kinds of different musks, and he wouldn't be able to taste anything other than sweat for quite a while. The smell was even worse, and he likely couldn't get it off of him for a few weeks, even if he washed daily.
Other than the embarrassment of being used by so many and being watched by even more, his first shift went almost perfectly- the only mishap was when someone a bit too large sat on him, and by the time he got the bartender to stop them his entire head was already in their ass. The bar's counter, both on top and underneath, was coated in the seed from dozens of orgasms that he caused with only his tongue. The bulge from the massive dildo inside him had only gotten more sensitive over time, and it didn't take people long to find out that touching his wings made him cum either.
The large demon returned a few minutes after people had to stop sitting on the moth, slowly untying him and not caring about the mess getting on their hands. It took quite a bit of effort to pull him off of the knot, but after more than a few tries it came out with a loud pop, and a weak groan from him. His cunt gaped wide, dripping his lust onto the floor, the rest of his body dripping too. He was barely conscious, and had passed out for a minute earlier. He was carried to the same back room as earlier, the demon humming as they gently toweled him off, being careful with his sensitive wings and pussy.
They laid him down on the bed, waiting for him to regain enough of his senses to stand up on his own before speaking. "You did great out there tonight. If I weren't stuck standing by the front door, you could bet I would've sat on you too. Maybe next time, huh?" They chuckled. He nodded in response, his legs trembling slightly both from the weakness and his arousal from the thought of being a barstool again. He pulled his clothing back on, blushing brightly as he felt the eyes of the demon on him. "I'll see you next time then. I'll talk to the boss about your pay." They smiled and he rushed out, giving small waves to the employees that were still there.
As he flew home, he couldn't help but think about all the people that sat on him, and how strong some of their smells were. If he knew that the job would've been that, he would've signed up ages ago. He nearly came just thinking about it all, and tasting and smelling the numerous things left in and on him. Once he got home he masturbated himself to sleep, having wonderful dreams about what would happen next time he went to work.