Asylum
Stoaty is sent to an insane asylum. Despite the situation, he finds that it can't be all that bad with a little held from a kangaroo orderly.
Want to thank mikachutuhonen for letting me use his character, Stoaty. I've been following him for a long time now and I've always had quite a thing for Stoaty myself. So, what could be better than making a story about him? Well, lots of things actually, like getting an hour alone with Stoaty. BUT writing a story about him was amazing. I'm glad that I was given the chance, and hopefully might find a couple other scenarios sometime in the future.
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Stoaty is mikachutuhonen's character.
Asylum
By Dirt
Stoaty let out a long sigh. It was going to be another excruciatingly long day stuck inside his padded cell. The four padded walls and the padded floor beneath him lost its entertainment after the first couple hours of his first day inside his cell. He thought it would be fun to bounce back and forth from the walls, genuinely playing the part of the mad man to keep himself entertained. However, the soundproof walls did little to get attention and his shoulder hurt from landing on it wrong. It's always fun and games until someone gets hurt. Instead, he just propped his back up against the wall furthest from the door.
Stoaty was a rather small white stoat. His chest and arms were rather long and skinny, but his lower half was much more bulky and large. The white from his straight jacket was a different shade of white than the color on his fur. His fur was an unnatural 'blank' white that made him stand out in any sort of crowd. The only part of him that was not covered in his white fur was the beady black nose that hung off the end of his long snout. Above that was his white tuft of a ruffled Mohawk.
The lanky white stoat had found himself stuck in the cell after a couple misguided decisions that lead him to be committed. His case was quick, and before he knew it, his black hoodie-sweater was exchanged for a tight fitting straight jacket and a strap around his muzzle. The strap kept him from opening his muzzle up, though he could still murmur things with enough legibility to be understood. The white jacket forced his arms around his chest and kept his hands against his sides. It was too tight to ever be truly comfortable, but not enough for it to drive him crazy. No, the boredom was doing a good job at that on its own.
Stoaty rolled his shoulders a couple times as he lay on the floor. He found it helped that he does a couple stretches before getting up for the day. He started with his shoulders, dipping them back as far as the jacket would allow him until he heard a couple cracks from his spine. He moved to his legs, pushing them out as far as he could. His toes spread out as far as they could, revealing the caps on his clawed toes. The squishy foam like caps on his claws were there to keep him from hurting himself or the orderlies, but Stoaty found them good for other things.
Stoaty's ears perked up as he heard the handle latch turn a couple times. He turned his head to the door just as the light flooded into the room. Stoaty's eyes squinted, not used to the bright light so early in the morning. He figured that he would have at least had another before the orderlies would come in. Course, he was never truly sure what time of day it was inside of the fluorescent lit room.
"Wakey wakey. Bath time."
Stoaty was not able to see the orderly, but he was sure that he recognized the voice. His muzzle turned a slight shade of pink as thoughts of the kangaroo peered into his mind. Stoaty straightened out his back and crossed his legs, trying to look as nonchalant as he possibly could in his situation. Once his eyes got used to the light, he got a clear view of the kangaroo standing in front of him.
"Morning, Hanson." Stoaty muffled out.
Hanson was a rather built kangaroo. His thick arms and legs struggled to fit into his plain white uniform. Most of the other orderlies had covered themselves ears to claws to avoid getting any of the patient's nasty surprises on their fur. The kangaroo was brave enough to choose the short sleeved white shirt and the tight shorts that left his fur exposed. It was quite an enjoyable show that Hanson liked to display.
"My favorite patient." The kangaroo said as he walked over to Stoaty.
Stoaty knew that his words weren't sarcastic. He was too timid to fight with Hanson, but it was more than just that. As Stoaty stood to his feet, he turned his head away bashfully. Despite the situation that he had been put in, he definitely had a crush for the muscular kangaroo. Hanson let out a chuckle, knowing exactly what was up with his patient. He could tell by Stoaty's bright pink cheeks and his folded back ears.
Hanson slid his hand underneath the stoat's arm and kept a firm grasp on it. It was not that he needed to keep Stoaty close to him, but he knew that it was procedure to keep the patients from trying to make a break for it. Hanson was almost twice the height of Stoaty, and the two almost looked like a comical couple. Stoaty did not mind the size difference though. He liked the attention from the larger male, but he also liked the security that came along with it. Especially when he was leaving his padded cell.
Outside of the room looked completely different from his dark cell. The place was lit completely by the sunlight coming through the large glass panel walls. It was busy on the outside as well. Patients and staff were roaming about, trying to manage each other. Neither of them looked particularly friendly to the stoat. All of the staff looked miserable as they supervised their patient and the patients either looked deranged or rabid. The drugs kept them for doing much more than wonder around, but an outburst was bound to happen.
He was thankful that the trip to the washrooms was without much stress. The two of them managed to find an empty stall where the washing took place. The tubs were various sizes for their occupants, but Stoaty's tub was more of a sink than a tub. The tub hung a couple feet off the ground and was barely large enough for someone of normal size to stand in. It was perfect for him though, and that was more than enough for him.
Hanson reached down and grabbed the buckle on Stoaty's back. He gave it a couple tugs before it loosened up and came off. The stoat let out a sigh of relief, finding this part of the day to be his favorite. Each time the kangaroo took off another one of his belts, it felt like he was coming out of paralysis. As soon as he heard the last buckles come off, he flopped his arms forward and stretched himself out. A couple more sick sounding pops came from his back and shoulders, making Hanson cringe a bit.
"You know I hate when you do that." Hanson said before wrapping his arms around the stoat and pulling off the muzzle strap.
Hanson leaned his body forward and grabbed at the jacket's sleeves. It only took one tug before the entire thing came off of Stoaty's body and left him completely naked in front of the kangaroo. Stoaty bashfully covered himself up, though, he was not quite sure why. His lower half had been exposed the entire time that he was in the jacket. Something just felt weird not having any clothes in front of the other male.
Stoaty was hoisted up into the tub without much effort from Hanson. He sat down facing away from the kangaroo, still covering himself while the tub was still empty. Hanson turned the faucet on, making the stoat flinch about in the tub. The water was freezing cold and landed straight on his stomach. He tried to pull back against the wall of the tub as far as he could, but it was no use.
"Calm down there, little guy. It's only cold for a sec." Hanson said with a chuckle.
He reached his arms forward and grabbed the stoat's shoulders, holding him still while the water ran on him. Despite the cold water, he practically melted into the strong hands on his shoulders. The pair of hands on his shoulders was warm enough to completely nullify any other thing he could have felt at that moment. He rolled his head back and grinning up at Hanson, who was returning his own smile down to Stoaty.
The two of them continued to stare at each other, basking in one another's smile until the water warmed up. Just as it did, Stoaty snapped out of his trance and shifted his attention to the water. He could feel his erection in his paws, but he hoped that the kangaroo had not noticed it at all. Hanson returned to preparing the bath for Stoaty. He poured a gracious amount of soap under the faucet, waiting until the bubbles made a layer over the water before turning the water off.
Hanson started with the stoat's headfur, lathering it up with shampoo and massaging it gently. Stoaty kept his head down and closed his eyes, not feeling this relaxed this he arrived at the asylum. He let his arms drift to his sides, no longer worried about covering himself up anymore. The smoothing scalp massage was ready to put him to sleep, and he would have gotten there if the kangaroo hadn't poured a cupful of water onto his head. He squeaked and shook off the water out of his muzzle and hair.
Stoaty looked up at the kangaroo with a scowl hanging off of his muzzle. Hanson just stuck his tongue out teasingly at before taking another cupful of the bathwater and dumping it on Stoaty's head. He shook his head again, flicking his hair fast enough to splash some water of Hanson's uniform. The kangaroo tried to back off, but he was too slow. His crotch took most of the beating. His white shorts were completely soaked by the bathwater.
Stoaty looked nervously up at Hanson. His neck bulged out as he made an audible gulp. The kangaroo was staring down at his wet crotch with his palms out at his sides and his maw open. Hanson looked like he was mad, and that scared Stoaty more than anything. The massive hulk could squish him with the tip of his thumb, and the only evidence of Stoaty would be a flattened white smear. Hanson looked up at Stoaty in the tub and gave a sadistic smirk to the stoat.
"Oh, you're in trouble now." He laughed and shot his arms out.
Stoaty was completely unprepared for Hanson's retaliation. He tried to throw his arms up, but the kangaroo was too fast. Hanson dunked the stoat into the water, and grabbed hold of the brush and began to scrub the stoat's body harshly. Stoaty kicked around and floundered as he was submerged. He shouted out underneath the water and only made large bubbles. The brush scrubbed his tiny body with harshly.
Hanson kept him down for about ten seconds before pulling him back up to catch his breath. Stoaty coughed loudly and spat up some of the water back into the tub. He gave a pitiful look back at Hanson with his ears folded back. The kangaroo was smiling back at Stoaty, though his grin started to fade as he worried whether he hurt the small stoat. Stoaty just stared back, not quite sure what to do or say until he felt a gurgle in his throat.
The stoat opened his maw wide and belched in front of Hanson, watching in horror as a stream of bubble poured out of his maw. The bubbles floated up into the air and the largest one lifted itself up towards Hanson before landing on his nose and popping. Neither of the two could resist the comical sight. They both burst into laughter at the sight of the bubbles. Bubbles continued to manifest from Stoaty's muzzle, just making them laugh louder.
Hanson pulled Stoaty from the bath, grabbing a clean towel and wrapping the stoat's body with it. The towels were all the same size, being too large for little critters like Stoaty. The blanket practically engulfed him like it would a cub and he almost got lost inside of it. When Hanson pulled him out of it, the stoat's fur was all ruffled. Hanson gave off a chuckle and grabbed a brush next to him. Stoaty, however, had his attention elsewhere.
The kangaroo must have been going commando, since he could see through the soaked shorts. Stoaty had a clear view of the perfectly outlined details of Hanson's privates. He could see the kangaroo's large sheath and giant sack as if they were right in front of him. The strange marsupial anatomy was always so striking to him. They both looked so intimidating to him, but so amazing at the same time. He wished that he had the guts to say something about them, or at least do something with them.
Unfortunately, Hanson grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist. Hanson worked carefully to strap the jacket back around Stoaty after brushing him out. Each belt was made the jacket tighter and harder for him to move around freely. He had his arms held out in front of him obediently, waiting until Hanson grabbed his arms to relax them. The strap that folded his arms to his back was the tightest. It locked his arms to his sides and gave him barely enough room to stretch out his hands.
"Alrighty, back to the room." Hanson said.
Instead of leading the stoat to the room, though, he grabbed hold of Stoaty's sides and lifted him up into his arms. Stoaty squeaked, afraid of being up carried like he was. He looked down at the floor, scared of the distance he had from the ground. He looked back at Hanson, but Hanson was already walking out of the washroom. He noticed the stoat's fear though, and hugged him tightly to reassure him that he had him.
The walk back to his cell was a long one. Stoaty looked at the patients and staff, who were giving the two of them puzzled looks. They kept their muzzles shut, knowing that Hanson was more than enough to shut it for them if he had to. Hanson wrestled with the door to the cell, fiddling with the handle while still trying to keep the stoat secure in his arms. When he finally managed to get it open, he walked over to the back of the room and placed Stoaty down into the spot that he first found him.
"Alright, Stoaty. You sit here and be good. No more play 'crazy' and hurting yourself again." He said.
Stoaty just nodded his head up and down and watched the kangaroo walk to the door. His ears folded back in disappointment and a frown. He was hoping that he could get a bit more time with the kangaroo, but knew that Hanson still had work to do. Before the kangaroo could reach the door, he stopped and started to head back to Stoaty. Stoaty's face lit up and his leg started to kick like an excited puppy.
"Almost forgot."
Hanson pulled out a strap from his back pocket and dropped down to the stoat's level. The stoat made a loud whine as the belt was wrapped around his snout. Hanson was not as gentle with this strap as he tightened it. The belt constricted until it almost dug into Stoaty's fur. He could swear that it was getting tighter every time that it was put on him. Hanson gave a slight tug on the strap, making sure that it was on tight.
"There we go. All better."
Stoaty was about to let out another complaining whimper, but Hanson stopped him before he could get a chance. The kangaroo leaned his muzzle in and planted a kiss right between the stoat's eyes. Stoaty's could feel the blood rushing to his head. A bright red blush crawled up from his neck, to his cheeks, before finally reaching up to the tips of his tears. He was so dazed, that he hardly noticed that Hanson had stopped kissing him and was already to the door.
He glanced at the padded door cell, wondering if he was going to come back. He knew that he probably had a good couple hours left before the orderlies would come to give him his 'free time'. Still, he always had a fear that they were going to walk in on him when he was entertaining himself. He wasn't sure whether it would be the embarrassment that would scare him or the fact that he would at least want to be able to finish.
He turned his attention down to his bottom half. The stoat's only piece of clothing was his straight jacket that stopped dead short of his waist. His body was already warming up for his quality time with himself. The stoat's sack was almost a size too small of his two orbs. His sack clearly outlined the two golf-ball sized testicles. His sheath was slim and stuck close to his body. It never expanded much when he was aroused, but it said nothing for the length of his mustelidae cock.
Stoaty's slim shaft poked out of his sheath quickly, pushing up to his stomach in almost no time. The tip of the penis flared up at the end while the middle part of his shaft was slightly thicker than a pencil. It thickened up the closer it got to the top of his sheath, but was still rather slim compared to other rods that he saw. The stoat could not care less about his girth though. He couldn't have nearly as much fun with a thick dick as he could with his long one.
He was not sure whether it was from desperation to paw himself or from his natural stoat flexibility, but he became extremely proficient at playing this particular game. Stoaty reached his foot up to his sack, clutching it with his foot and rolling them around with his toes. His other foot shot up to his long member and clutched at it tightly. His three toes were able to stretch far enough from each other to slide the shaft between them.
Stoaty rolled his eyes back at the first stroke. He glided his fingers down from the side of his shaft to the base. His toes kept a strong grasp on himself while he stroked. The stoat bucked his hips into his paw, helping him along as he masturbated. His rough soles ran up against his sensitive prick, making him shiver and squirm at the feeling. He was sure that if he even got out of the strait-jacket, he would still pleasure himself this way.
The tip of his penis pulsated and twitched until a thick string of pre dripped from it. The stoat watched as the bead dropped down until it landed on his jacket. Stoaty's eyes furrowed and traced back and forth from his dick to the jacket. He would be sure not to let that happen again. He stretched his neck forward until he could touch his nose against the tip of his shaft. The restraint on his muzzle made it hard for him to open his muzzle, but not enough for him to stick out his tongue.
Stoaty's short tongue poked out of his muzzle and touched up against the side of the tip for his shaft. He was able to catch most of the pre with a single lap, but he was far from finished. He contorted his back to arch himself forward. His muzzle touched the side of his shaft, smearing a bit of his pre and saliva into his cheek. He nuzzled his head up against the side of his dick before licking the side of dick.
While his tongue and his toes were busy with his stoathood, his toes around his balls were getting a bit more adventurous. He gave his sack one more rub before he dragged his capped claw down to his taint. The stoat's taint was smooth and slick from his sweat. He teased it for a minute, forcing his claw against it and massaging it gently. The kneading sent shivers up his back and stars in his eyes. He had to force himself to move on much further.
Stoaty brought his foot down further, touching his padded claw against his tailhole. He stopped licking himself just to look down and get a good view of his tailhole. The stoat's tailhole was large and almost gaping from all the years of play with himself and others. He had quite the thing for the larger males that could care him with their dicks. As well, he had quite a thing for excessively large toys that stretched him out and extended his limits. His claws swirled around the rim of his sphincter, playing with the sensitive skin as though it had a mind of its own.
He took a sharp inhale when he felt his claw push inside of his tailhole. It had been a long time since had any fun with his old toys, but he was still rather loose. The feelings were just the same though, making him quiver at the penetration. He pushed his toe in until it hilted at the base. The invasion made the stoat clench tightly around his toe and he had to stop. However, instead of pulling it out, he lined up another toe to his tailhole.
Stoaty made a loud moan as he forced a second toe inside of his tailhole. His tailhole was still squeezing tightly against his first toe, but he pushed through anyways. The sphincter stretched as he was able to stuff another claw inside of it. It took a bit of force, but he finally found the strength to open himself up to make room for another toe. He was almost knuckle deep before he began lapping at himself again. He knew that he was going to lose it any second now.
Before he could reach the point of no return, a familiar sound echoed through the room. Stoaty turned his head to the sound of his door jingling and froze up. His ears perked up and he stopped all movement. His body was frozen still, blocked by all of the thoughts running through his head. He swore that he still had a good hour before he would have to worry about the orderlies coming back. His muzzle hadn't budged an inch, though; he wanted nothing more than to not be caught giving himself fellatio and 'toeing' himself.
"Hey- oh wow!" Hanson almost shouted.
The kangaroo froze for a second, taking in all of the stoat. He had imagined that Stoaty was flexible, but he'd never think that he was going to be that good. Both of them just stared at each other until Hanson was able to break free. He closed the door, but from the inside of the cell. Stoaty was shocked, worried that he was going to be punished for playing with himself while he was in his cell.
He pulled his muzzle back and practically tore his toe from his tailhole. The sudden yank hurt him a little bit, but he tried to get up off of the floor anyways. All he was able to do was fall over onto his side and worm his way to the nearest corner. Hanson rushed after him, getting down and grabbing Stoaty by his leg. The stoat kicked, trying to breaking free from the kangaroo's grasp. Hanson, not steadying himself well, fell muzzle first into the padded ground and let out a groan.
"Just hold still." Hanson shouted.
"No!" Stoaty tried to shout back, but still muffled by the straps.
"You're not in any trouble."
Stoaty stopped crawling away from the kangaroo and turned back to see him. Hanson was on his elbows and giving the stoat a strange look. His eyes were halfway closed and his ears were flopped to one side of his head. Hanson had his usual smirk was offset by his paw resting on his cheek. He waited for Stoaty to calm down and realize what he was doing before speaking again.
"You look like you could use something a bit bigger than your toes."
Stoaty shivered as Hanson crawled over to him and completely covered him with his body. The stoat was dwarfed by the kangaroo hanging over him. He was too afraid to say anything, but instead just nodded his head up and down quickly. There was no denying that the stoat needed something that could compare to his old toys. Especially after what he saw in the washroom.
"Alrighty. Let's get comfortable."
Hanson rolled over onto the padded wall, lifting himself up on it until he propped firmly against it. He reached out and grabbed Stoaty's leg, dragging him close until he rolled his arm around him and placed his back the kangaroo's chest. Stoaty fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable until he was able to relax on the hulk's lap. He made the same blush when he felt the kangaroo's long tongue slide up and teased his ear playfully.
Stoaty's hands reached down to his tight shorts, unzipping them and yanking them down until they were down his thighs. Stoaty looked down and caught the kangaroo's package in his vision. The sheath was already swelling up from the excitement and his sack was bouncing as well. The stoat sack hung down to rest on the top of the kangaroo's balls. The warmth made his own erection twitch from excitement, still close to climax from the earlier attention.
"You ready for this?" Hanson asked.
Stoaty just nodded his head up and down, and that was all the kangaroo needed. He lifted Stoaty up and turned him upside down into the air. He sat Stoaty on his stomach facing the towards Stoaty's junk. He was wondering what the kangaroo was doing, but he felt it before he could ask. His tailhole instantly became wet from a long lap on his tailhole. The stoat dug his claws into Hanson's hips, finding the new attention almost too much to handle.
Hanson's tongue worked like an extra appendage. He ran it up and down the stoat's tailhole, leaving a trail of saliva across it. He didn't stop with the outside though. He continued to run it up against the edges of it until he stuffed his tongue straight inside Stoaty. His tailhole clenched around his tongue, naturally trying to push him out while Hanson pushed more of it in. Stoaty could feel a good five inches of it worming around inside of him. It was almost enough to set him off right there.
Hanson flipped Stoaty around one last time and turned the stoat to face him. The two looked at one another, panting hard from their lust. Despite him being in the air, he felt something push up against his tailhole and work its way in. Hanson's long tongue shaped dick was emerging from his sheath. The long shaft must have been at least a foot long to be reaching him while being hoisted by Hanson. Stoaty gulped nervously as he was lowered down slowly onto the tip.
The pointed tip made it an easy entry at first. The stoat could barely feel it penetrating him as it went further into him. However, he noticed that unlike his own slim member, Stoaty's expanded steadily and quickly. He could feel the tip of it pushing into his intestines while the shaft became more and more evident inside of him. He was about halfway down the shaft when the familiar feeling of the largest male he had inside of him. He remembered that particular dick kept him gaping for the whole night, but he knew that he had a long way to go before he matches Stoaty's size.
Stoaty opened his muzzle as far as he could with the strap still on him. The stretching began to push him to his limits. He could feel his sphincter struggling to stretch to match the thick girth. He closed his eyes tightly and let out a couple grunts. He tried focusing on relaxing himself, but it did little good to help him out. Hanson stopped about three fourths through pushing himself down, gritting his own teeth at the tight feeling.
He pulled the stoat up on his dick, feeling the tight sphincter tug against his shaft. The stoat was almost relived that he stopped there. He felt Hanson pull him up until he was almost at the tip of his shaft again. But before he could get too comfortable with the feeling, Hanson shoved him back down on his dick. Both of them moaned at the same time, groaning at all the intense feelings that were running through their bodies.
Hanson picked up his pace, shoving and pulling the stoat on and off his dick. Stoaty began to feel like a cocksleeve at this point. His tailhole tugged and squished against the large dick inside of him. His stomach felt strange with the kangaroo's shaft pushing in and out of him. He looked down just as Hanson was forcing him down onto his shaft again. He watched as a bulge inflated from his stomach, making out the details of the kangaroo's thick shaft inside of him.
Every time that he went up and down, he could feel Hanson trying to squeeze an extra inch into him. The kangaroo must have had about fifteen inches inside of him, and he was still not at the base of his shaft yet. He could see the bulge growing large with each other the kangaroo's thrusts. His own dick bounced and bobbled, throwing off trails of pre onto both the straight jacket and the uniform.
Hanson's balls clung pressed tightly against his body and he let out a couple grunts. The stoat felt the same thing, almost as if he had waited just for this moment. The two of them loud out loud huffs when Hanson forced the stoat down onto the last couple inches of his dick. They both shouted from the final push. Stoaty felt a stream of cum fill up his gut in long and large spurts. It visibly inflated Stoaty, feeling his gut with the warm semen.
His own climax came quickly showering the kangaroo with a string of cum against his muzzle. It continued to shoot out ropes of cum onto the kangaroo's chin and uniform. His tailhole expanded and gripped on his shaft with his penis's twitching. The kangaroo swore that he was going through a second orgasm when the stoat's sphincter squeezed tightly on the base of his shaft.
Hanson brought the stoat's chest to his own, resting him down in his own mess. The two of them were panting hard and covered in sweat and cum. Stoaty wrapped his arms around Hanson's sides and nuzzled himself into the kangaroo's uniform. Hanson had wrapped his own arms around the stoat, squeezing him tight as he continued to fill up the stoat. Stoaty could still feel himself leaking out onto the other's stomach.
When Hanson's orgasm finally died down, he pulled Stoaty back and looked at him. The stoat's stomach was inflated with his own jizz. It sagged a bit, weighed down by the heavy load like he was going to birth to it. Meanwhile, Stoaty's uniform had strings of cum hanging off of it like he was just attacked by silly string. The two of them laughed at their own messed before bringing their noses together.
"I guess we can't just go out there just yet to get cleaned up." Hanson started, giving the stoat a wicked toothy smile. "Guess that means we'll just have to find something better to do for now."