Lost to Pleasure: Mouth

Story Post part 2 for March, 2016

Universe: Changeling the Lost

Tags: Human, Ram, oral

2,384 words

You guys get a bonus post this month cause the previous story was a bit short on the word count. This is is another scene from that Changeling the Lost universe from the last post. It’s about another character from Badge's little circle of friends who also escaped from the Minotaur, though not without being changed. Hope you enjoy.

Jacob's hands trembled as he opened the door to the bathroom, and he had to duck slightly to avoid banging his curved horns on the low door frame. The big ram glanced around quickly, letting out a trembling sigh of relief when he saw no one else was inside. The bathroom wasn't some dingy roadside affair; this was an executive bathroom in a fancy hotel. Wood paneling covered the walls, there was a sweet perfume in the air, and the stalls were made from solid oak. Soft, pleasant music filled the room. This was the kind of restroom that used expensive cotton towels instead of hand dryers.

He normally avoided looking into mirrors, but for a moment he was taken by how good he looked in the mirror over the sink. The suit and tie he’d worn to sneak into this place looked good against the bright whiteness of his wool. Jacob briefly wondered what other people, those humans untouched by fairy land, saw when they looked at him. He had been a changeling for so long that he no longer remembered his own face. If he tried he might be able to see the illusion that others saw, but he looked away from the mirror quickly, and tried to ignore the way his big hooves clip clopped on the floor. He didn't want to see himself as a human right now; he wouldn't be able to do this again if he saw himself that way. That would make him face up to the reality of what he was doing, and he didn’t want to face that. So Jacob moved past the sinks, taping a little sign to the one urinal, marking it as temporarily 'out of order', and took up his position.

The big ram opened the middle stall door, turning sideways slightly to fit, and slunk inside. He unbuttoned the tightly fitting dress shirt he'd worn to sneak into the building, hanging it on the door of the stall. He undid his belt slowly, hands still shaking, and let his pants fall to the floor. He was wearing the red thong today, and it stood out from his soft white wool proudly, stretched to the limit by his erection, and there was already a wet spot from his pre. Jacob swallowed; his breathe coming in short gasps as he carefully knelt down, the wooden walls scraping against his shoulders, his back pressed against the porcelain of the toilet bowl. As he leaned back, his horns scrapped the wall behind him.

The large ram’s horns which sprouted from his head were the worst part of the physical changes that had happened to Jacob when he’s been captured by the true fae. The soft wool he could deal with, it was like always having a coat. But the horns? They banged against everything, and people grabbed them all the time because well… they just looked so much like handles. It had been why the Minotaur had given them to Jacob.

Jacob's face grew hot as he thought about that, and his body tensed as he glanced out of the corner of each eye. There was big round glory hole set in each wall, positioned just in front of his kneeling position so the ram could see both holes at once. Jacob sat there, breathing hard, and he closed his eyes as he exerted a small piece of his fae nature. The big ram smelled the change in his scent, the musky odor he normally had of fresh wool becoming richer, changing to an alluring, hedonistic smell that would drive any man wild that smelled it. Now all he had to do was wait. It only took a minute or so of anxious soft music for the first man to come in to use the toilet.

The man grumbled about the urinal being broken again, took the stall towards the wall. There was the sound of his relieving himself in a long stream, and as he finished, Jacob poked a finger through the glory hole, running it around the smoothed, rubber coated edge. The man made a soft gasping sound as he saw it, and Jacob curled his finger in the universal sign for 'come here'.

There was a silent moment, and Jacob felt a shameful chill run up his spine as he waited. The feet under the divider moved towards the door of the stall, the lock clicked, and then the man turned feet facing the center stall, and he presented his cock to the ram.

It was only half hard, the foreskin bunched around the tip, and it nestled in a thick thatch of untrimmed pubic hair. His skin was the soft brown of someone of Latin descent, and one last drop of the man's piss clung to the tip. Carefully, Jacob leaned his bulky body forward slightly, his broad shoulders scraping against the wood walls as he turned to face the man. He could barely move in this tiny stall, a fact which sent thrills down his spine and up his cock. Jacob opened his mouth slowly and curled his long tongue around the tip of the stranger's dick. Turning his head slightly, he enveloped the man completely in his muzzle.

There was a soft grunt from the other stall, and Jacob felt the prick in his mouth swell slightly. There was the tangy, dirty taste of urine on the man's penis, and the scent of his body clung sickening to his pubs as Jacob buried his nose in them. Then, Jacob breathed in and curled his long tongue around the man's dick. He made a swallowing motion, suckling on the cock, and felt it harden to full mast inside his mouth. The ram's head swam, and he remained perfectly still, sucking gently, lost in the taste of a man's cock.

Then suddenly the thick meat was sliding past his lips as the man pulled back and thrust, and Jacob moaned, the first sound he'd made since entering the bathroom. The ram moaned wantonly, like a two dollar whore might, except he wasn't even being paid that much. The sound begged for more, and Jacob got it, as the man found a quick pumping rhythm as he fucked the mouth of a stranger. Jacob closed his eyes and suppressed another moan, his body shaking as the man, some company executive; someone important used his mouth like the warm wet hole it was meant to be. The stranger fucked without thought or mercy, just pumped his dick in and out, tensed, and with a few loud grunts, shot his load in Jacob's mouth.

The ram swallowed again, shame burning his face and his head spinning as the sperm slid down his throat. The man's dick jerked and throbbed, and Jacob stopped breathing all together. The man went soft, pulled back, and zipped himself up. Jacob could feel the emotional panic; the shock of what he'd done hitting the man. It radiated from the human's body as he hurriedly zipped himself up and rushed from the restroom. Just like that he was gone, the oak door of the stall banging behind him. Jacob sat in his stall, legs curled under him, face burning with shame as he straightened back up, the man's spunk coating his lips.

A load of cum. He'd just been fed a load of hot sperm right from some stranger's balls, the sour salty taste of a smoker’s cum sitting on his tongue like a bowling ball. Shame burned in his belly, but so did a man's cum, and it made Jacob's cock ache in his red thong, the fabric stretched out even more now. The sour taste made his body tingle, and he gasped once for breathe. He could almost hear the voice of his old master whisper, "Good job, Mouth. He lasted only a minute."

He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't be doing this, not again, he ... he wasn't his master's slave anymore. He wasn't the ram kept in a box any more. He didn't have to do this! He wasn't just Mouth anymore, a man who existed only to please men through a glory hole. Jacob didn't have time to leave before someone else entered the restroom. They took the last stall, but this time, they didn’t even piss. They just turned to the glory hole, and stood there, groin facing the opening, erection tenting their slacks. Jacob felt tears run down his face as he leaned forward again, his hand shaking at it touched the wood wall and he softly licked at the bulge presented to him, right where the head of the man's dick was. The man's voice was deep, made deeper by him talking softly, "Suck it boy, and suck it good." Jacob's hand was steady as he unzipped the man's pants, pulled his underwear down, and pulled the stranger's cock through the glory hole.

This man's dick was longer, thicker, prouder even then the first man's. The man shaved his pubes in a neat way and his balls were heavy and smooth. This was a dick that got used, a hard proud beast that probably plowed the backsides of the men who worked under him. Jacob practically drooled at the sight, and the ram's own dick escaped from his thong and thumped against his stomach in anticipation. This man, probably an executive for some company, was also cut, the mushroom head of his cock flaring nicely. The underside of his shaft also had the clearly define thick vein that meant when he came, Jacob would be able to feel it pulse along his tongue. Jacob had sucked so many cocks now he knew just by looking at them what they would feel like as he sucked them.

This was a man who knew what a good blow job would feel like, and he whispered approval as Jacob licked his glands and engulfed his proud cock. The ram bobbed his head, horns banging slightly on the wood, sending a thrill of pleasure down Jacob's spine as he venerated this fine, thick cock.

The man gave Jacob the chance to take his time and enjoy what he was doing, moaning and bleating softly around the man's dick as he serviced it. He curled his tongue around the shaft and felt the man's heavy shaved balls slap against his chin. The executive made Jacob worked for his reward, and the ram used one hand to cup his magnificent balls as his other hand worked the ram's aching cock. The ram's neck ached and his body trembled in his self confining prison, his hips jerking helplessly as he tried to paw himself to climax, but his years of training under the Minotaur made that impossible. Only the taste of another man's seed on his tongue could do that now.

When the man's cock finally, finally began to throb and his sweet salty spunk fountained out of that perfect tip, Jacob came all across himself with a whimpering pathetic bleat. It was a gasping moan of release that was so pathetic in comparison to the masculine grunts of the man cumming into his mouth, whose seed now overflowed the sides of his muzzle and trickled down Jacob’s neck to join the heavy load of ram cum that now clung to the wool on his chest.

The man's cock throbbed wonderfully; warm cum pulsing along the underside and into the ram's waiting mouth. Jacob jerked himself in time with the man's heartbeat, heavy ropes of jizz clinging to his chest. The ram kept right on sucking as the man finished, hungry and desperate to keep this fine cock in his mouth. It reminded him of the power of his Master's cock, and like his master had, the man pulled it away slowly, letting the ram lick and suck it clean in a desperate, almost starving way. Jacob found himself pressed against the wood of the bathroom stall, his muzzle pushed through the hole, restrained by wood and a space to tight for his muscled body, the ram's throbbing dick trapped between smooth wood and his own chest. For a heart stopping moment, Jacob was back in his breeding stall below his master's desk. He was a thing, a warm mouth held in place by wood and leather for his master to violate, his vision reduced to the slim slice of the world he could see over his own nose, which showed him only the cock that owned him...

"I'll be back for more after my meeting, cocksucker. You better be here." The man's voice was threatening, and Jacob watched as he stroked his cock once, getting the last drops of cum onto the tips of his fingers, and then he shoved those two fingers roughly into Jacob's mouth.

Jacob moaned and his eyes closed in shame as his tongue caressed those invading fingers like they were long lost lovers. The man pushed his face back through the hole as he tucked his dick away, blocking Jacob's nose for a moment, which sent a shocked thrill through the ram's body. Then the hand was gone, the stall door banged open as he stalked off, zipping up before washing his hands.

Jacob slumped against the other wall, his head resting against the other glory hole as the door to the bathroom closed.

He came to places like this about every other week, despoiling himself by servicing random men and pretending they were the Minotaur. That man... had been more like his former Keeper then any he'd serviced this way yet. No matter how long it took he was going to stay here for him to come back, just so he could feel his dick slip past his lips again. Jacob jumped as a penis prodded the back of his head, a thick black man's cock sliding through the glory hole, erect and eager for a mouth. Jacob gave a low bleat of shame, tears filling his eyes as his lips closed around yet another penis, letting yet another man use him as nothing more than a warm hole. Jacob worshiped the man until he came.

Three hours later, Jacob was still on his hands and knees in the middle stall of the bathroom when the executive with the perfect cock returned, his belly now full of cum.