Portal Glory

I felt like everyone in the place was staring at me. I could imagine they all had some idea of where I was headed. ‘New husky in this gay bar? He must be here to try out the stalls.’ I’d been told about this place by a good friend of mine, Graham. He claimed that this was the best place to get an anonymous blowjob. The glory holes here were legendary. I caught a couple hunks licking their lips and giving me a wink. I couldn’t help but wonder which one of them would be the one to follow me in, it didn’t matter of course, and knowing would likely defeat the purpose.

I made a beeline for the bar, at least if I ordered a drink then it wouldn’t be completely obvious. A tall tiger cheerfully served up a beer to one of the patrons on the other end before bouncing down to my end of the bar.

“Hey there, haven’t seen you before, what’s your name and what’s your pleasure?” He asked as he scrubbed down a few empty glasses from beside me.

“Achilles, how about a vodka cranberry?” I smiled back at the friendly barkeep and hoped he wouldn’t make a heel joke, I’ve heard far too many of those in my lifetime. I reached for my wallet as he was finishing up the simple beverage.

“Nice to meet you Achilles, don’t worry about it, first one is on the house.” He gave me a wink and placed the glass down on a coaster before turning towards a few other customers. I couldn’t help but smile as I looked around at the décor. Everywhere I looked there were dongs of all shapes and sizes hanging from plaques on the wall. If there was even a little bit of free space, there was a dick hanging to fill it in. Certainly didn’t do anything to ease my embarrassment. I sipped on the vodka cranberry, Graham was right, this was definitely a place to go for anonymous sex, it didn’t seem like they were very closed to the concept.

Some were erect, some were tiny and hung down, some even appeared to have name tags. One in particular was long and thin, looked like it might have been a replica of a bird. It hung down so far that the tip of it was touching the top of an erect bear cock. I shook my head and looked down, not wanting to be caught staring.

“Interested in taking any of the collection with you into the bathroom?” The bartender beamed, I was too slow, and he had caught me. I shook my head and lowered my eyes to the mostly empty glass in front of me. It was sad to see I had finished it already. I ordered a second one and paid for it as I kept trying to subtly look around at the various cocks. The free peep show was getting me turned on, my eyes landed on a fox dick hanging just above a rack of alcohol, it was soft and had a bead of clear liquid dangling from the tip. The fur was similar in shade to my friend Graham, but that wasn’t the strange part, underneath black letters etched on a gold plate spelled out the name Graham. It couldn’t be possible, he took a mold of himself and left it behind to show off? I suddenly grew very red, realizing that I might just be looking at a replica of my friend’s naughty bits. It was enough to do the trick though, I had to excuse myself to the rest room.

As soon as the stall door closed behind me, I unbuttoned my jeans and let my doggy bits breath, sighing in relief as the pressure from being trapped dissipated. The black stall walls darkened the room, the contrasted white tile reflecting only the slightest amount of light from the overhead ceiling lamps. The place was far fancier than expected. I had been imagining the bathroom as a grungy hole in the wall, pun intended, but this was far from it. One side of the stall had a hole carved out of the wood, a small flap of dark fabric covered it to keep the stall private if necessary. My cock was already beginning to ache, the alcohol showing its effects. The only problem was that I hadn’t heard anyone else walk into the bathroom behind me. I waited a few more minutes and finally heard the door open up. I stood up and shoved a portion of my dick through the cloth and into the next stall over. A hand wrapped around my tip and pulled on my member, pulling me roughly up against the stall wall. The hand massaged my groin and I let out a primal moan to let the person know to keep going. The hands expertly played across my flesh, caressing every inch of my doghood. One hand circled my base while the other slipped something cold over my tip. At first I thought it might have been an ice cube, but then I realized it was sliding further down my shaft and completely encircled my member. It must have been a ring of some sort. I went to pull back but the hand had grasped me just behind my semi-formed knot, holding me in place. I began to pant and panic at the same time, yelping as the cold steel slid mercilessly over my tight fitting knot. The hand that had held me in place let go and I tried to pull myself out of the hole, it looked large enough for me to pull out of, but as the ring reached the edge of the cloth, I felt a tug holding me in place. I was stuck. I let out a grunt and pulled as hard as I could, if anything I might be able to get the ring to slide back over my knot. It was no use, my knot was too large. I gave one final tug and fell backward in the stall, hitting the other wall and coming to a rest there, panting and smiling. I had freed myself from the rings grasp.

I was about to have a word with the guy in the next stall over when I realized that something wasn’t quite right. I could still feel a hand running itself along the tip of my cock, and I knew it wasn’t my own. I looked down and yipped.  It was gone! I reached down and ran my hand along the smooth skin, cupping my balls with the other as though I was worried they would be the next to go. Besides the fact that my member had seemingly completely disappeared, everything seemed normal. There was no blood and my balls were just as bouncy as ever.

I let out a whimper and closed my eyes. The hands continued to fluff me, keeping my staff at full attention. I leaned forward and peered through the cloth that covered the hole, expecting to see someone standing on the other side with my dick.

The stall was empty. I hadn’t even heard the guy leave, how could he have gotten away so fast? I bent over to pick up my pants and nearly fell to the floor as a warmth surrounded my tip. A suction pulled my member as a tongue roughly poked and prodded at my opening. I whimpered and fell to the ground, loving the sensations, but hating the circumstance. How was this possible? I shivered from the floor as a hand firmly squeezed my knot, they were toying with me, and I was likely their toy. I grabbed at my still exposed balls and pushed on them, attempting to hasten my release. My mind was no longer clouded by the alcohol I had consumed, instead it was clouded by the fiercely horny thoughts of wanting nothing more than to let my puppy seed spill. 

Wherever it was, my cock was throbbing, likely in some random furs mouth. My heartbeat pounded in my chest, the world around me began to tunnel as the moment arrived. I humped the air, every muscle in my body reacting to the moment. Eyes shut tight, my balls pulled up as the seed pumped threw my system. My crotch remained perfectly dry as the seed traveled from here to wherever my cock was currently and out into the furs waiting maw. 

I was too weak to pull myself to my feet. The experience was one of the best I’d had in a long time, Graham was correct to say that this would be one of the greatest anonymous blowjobs of my life. As I lay there panting and wondering if I would ever see my penis again, the door to the stall opened up and the bartender stood there grinning. It took a moment for me to realize that I was mostly naked, my jeans pooled at my feet.

“Figured I’d come and check on you to make sure you hadn’t passed out on us.” He held out a hand and helped pull me to my feet. I blushed and reached down to pull up my pants. He either didn’t seem to notice that I didn’t have a cock, or didn’t care. I had to assume the latter.

“Don’t worry, this happens with a lot of first timers.” We made our way back out into the main room, if people hadn’t been staring at me before, they certainly were now. Many of them visibly eyeing me up and down before turning away. It took a moment for me to realize that they weren’t turning away because they didn’t want to be caught staring, it was because they were looking towards one of the walls where another fur was putting up a new plaque.

I made my way to that wall and saw something very familiar. The cock hanging down from the wood was distinctly husky, a fully formed knot held it firmly in an erect position, one line of white puppy seed trailed down from the tip. I looked down at my bulge-less jeans. That’s what everyone was staring at, they were comparing me to my meat. One of them whistled from a corner booth. I looked over, it was Graham. How long had he been here?

“We have a few rules here. When you’re here you can choose to take whomever you want down from the wall provided that you remain in the bar with it and it isn’t the same as the last one you chose. You can not take your own down from the wall, only others are allowed to do that. And finally, you get a free drink whenever yours is chosen.” The tiger gave me a clap on the back before making his way behind the bar.

None of those choices included me leaving with my member. I subconsciously found that I had been comparing myself to those housed around me. My husky dick was larger than a few of them, one appeared to belong to a mouse and had the balls nabbed by the ring as well, the other a cat. I probably should have been thinking about how I could get it back, but the only thought in my head at the moment was I really hope the cat smell doesn’t ruin my husky musk. Graham had made his way up to the bar and was pointing towards the plaque. The bartender pulled it down and I shook under as his hand rubbed against my sensitive flesh. He handed it to Graham, who rushed off to the bathroom.

I fell into a seat as Graham licked up the remaining mess from my previous session. Other patrons of the bar went back to their conversations, the show was over. I tried to focus on the other parts hanging on the walls, the ones that were hard and those that weren’t. I mentally linked a couple to those sitting nearby, unsure whether or not I was correct. I kept coming back to the empty plaque, underneath the empty trophy was a gold plaque etched with the name “Ulysses.” Another long lick had me whimpering in my chair, Graham was going to have his way with me.

“Another vodka cranberry?”