Last of the May commissions!

The new plantlife was… unruly.

Unruly was never a word one might use to describe plants, and yet, here Jett was.

They’d taken up a job at the botanical garden lab, working security and making sure that no one came sniffing around when they weren't wanted. They’d needed the cash, and night shift was the only time they’d be able to make it, so they were being outfitted with a flashlight and radio, and being shown via map where their patrol routes were…

The gardens had a much more sinister atmosphere at night. Every hanging tree branch or cluster of vines could be a looming intruder or worse. Yet Jett had been informed they had little to fear, as there were cameras all over the area. So back up would never be too far behind.

Or so they thought.

Right as the shift was coming to a close, the night guard would pass by one of the partially camouflaged lab entrances… with the slightest sliver of light shining out through a crack in the open door frame. 

Was someone up late, doing research?

Jett would radio in, trying to get the attention of the fox on the monitors. But no answer. So all they could do was poke their head in and investigate.

The room itself was empty, save for a few lights amd the tree planted in the middle. Long vines hung from the branches, swaying without any sort of wind.

Jett closed the door before looking around, investigating and calling for any researcher… just to be sure, of course, in case anything happened!

They were so distracted that they didn’t realize their fatal error: they’d brushed up against one of the vines.

They writhed and bristled, grabbing their limbs and dragging them towards the trunk. Jett yelped, struggling and wide eyed. “What the-?! Hey! Let me go! Put me down, dammit!”

The hapless night guard would be dragged against the trunk of the tree, which, upon closer inspection, was slathered in a thin layer of some sticky slime…they’d be pressed against the vaguely slimy wood, with the vines wrapping around their throat and legs to keep Jett steady. 

“Gh…! Ghlk… pl… plea…” they gasped, shaking their head as they felt the slime drip and ooze over their hands. The more they struggled, the more sticky sap accumulated over their limbs… and the more stuck they became.

No matter how hard they struggled, there was simply no way to break out of their bonds alone. And any attempts at calling for help were silenced by a squeeze to the throat.

The vines got to work, ripping their uniform off and tossing their radio aside. Only when they were naked and secured did the more specialized vines move in. These vines with odd little bell-like buds would menace Jett, much to their horror. They would brush against their half hard cock and perky nipples, teasing with such gentle touches before suctioning on.

Jett arched, eyes wide as they screamed a strangled scream of pleasure… which would quickly be quashed by another pod wrapping around their muzzle and suctioning on. Any attempt at words were muffled and silenced by this pod, drawing the air from their mouth and lungs… all while some thinner, more versatile vines started to wrap around their eyes, blindfolding them in an attempt to calm Jett down…

Of course, it would not work. 

Jett still struggled, letting out pitiful muffled cries for help as the vines kept inspecting their new captive. One had found its way to their cock, latching on and starting to suckle on it, the teasing suction making them get nice and stiff. Meanwhile, two more buds would snap onto their nipples, sucking them and ensuring they were pulled taut before giving the slightest jab with a thorn. Only then, as time went on, would the night guard’s chest start to plump up, small, soft breasts forming on their chest as they struggled.

“Nph?! Nnn! HHHMPH!” They cried, as the budding muzzle switched tactics to try and soothe them. They would be suddenly forced to drink a strange, honey flavored liquid, gumming up their muzzle further as they struggled to call for help. The plant itself seemed to be manufacturing this liquid, which would keep Jett satiated as the plant continued to work on them… the sweetness and viscosity of the liquid would make it hard to talk, hard to swallow, hard to think… their struggles lessened with time, as the vines kept squeezing them…

It would be an hour of this sickly sweet torture before the plant saw fit to seek payment for this feeding. The buds on their breasts would start to suck and tease their nipples, slowly drawing milk from their helpless captive. Jett tossed their head, barely able to make a sound between the muzzle and the sticky nutritious liquid being pushed down their throat… all the while, the vines were also milking their cock, forcing orgasms as needed but ultimately just teasing and coaxing them from Jett naturally.

The plant was entirely too good at its job.

So good, in fact, that Jett would be discovered the next day by scientists, fascinated. They hadn’t been able to get such a strong reaction from the plant despite their months of attempts. So no one was in a hurry to help them down from their sweet and sticky prison…

The hotel industry was not for the faint of heart.

 Already, the deer who ran the place were scrambling to get the last few minor details squared away. New ropes and chains for the long term guests, cleaned up and cozy rooms for those looking for a place to lay their heads... but most importantly, a rarely seen addition to the hotel's illustrious and highly coveted Resident Wing.

The Resident Wing was the showcase of the hotel, the pride and joy and ultimately, their showroom. What better way to advertise their more discreet services than with a tour of their permanent guest rooms?

The staff was abuzz, so ready to greet this newcomer, this stranger and soon to be family member... they had been informed it would be a handsome white tiger, Vaurien, who would be their latest resident, so they’d need to be on high alert.

 =

Guests would come and go, with front desk doe Dotty waiting patiently for more to check in. She was currently just looking at her phone, relaxing and zoning out when the DING! of the desk bell snapped her out of it. The doe yelped and fumbled her phone, finally catching it just before it hit the counter. She looked up, eyes wide as she locked eyes with the white Bengal tiger who was staring at her.

 "Oh! Oh my goodness, hello!" She bleated, grinning sheepishly as she straightened up. "Welcome, welcome! Do you have a reservation, sir?"

 "Yeah, under Vaurien. You okay?" He asked, tilting his head at her.

 "Yes! Sorry, there was a lull in work and... well y’know ..." Dotty laughed, typing in the name on her desktop... her brows raised as she saw the reservation. "Oh! One of our fancier suites, huh? Big spender?" Dotty couldn't help but smile knowingly.

 "Oh no, I actually got this through a deal online. Pretty cool, right?" The tiger said with a grin. "It felt too good to be true, but a friend of mine convinced me to take the plunge. So here I am!"

 Well, we're happy to have you. Let me get a bellhop to get your bags and get you to your room." Dotty paged one of their mule bellhops, and would have him escort Vaurien off to the suite.

 =

 It would only take a short elevator ride down to floor B2 to get to the suite. It was... certainly a choice on the hotel architects' part. But the advertisement had said it was to keep their more exclusive guests more secure, as well as allow the building team more freedom to create and sprawl out the rooms without space constraints.

 Or something to that effect.

 Vaurien had mostly been too captivated by the luxurious room designs. The soft and lush looking blankets on the king sized bed, the marble and gold laden bathroom with an overhead, rainfall simulating shower... this was almost too good to be true! And yet, as he was granted a key to the suite, he couldn't help but marvel at the room. It was exactly like the advertised photo, down to the color of the carpet and the soft lighting.

 "Wow." He breathed, as the bellhop loaded up his luggage into the closet by the door. "I. Was not expecting it to be so...faithful to the pictures!" Vaurien put his hands on his hips as he admired the fully stocked bar and kitchen off to the side, unaware that security had snuck in and quietly closed the door. "This is fantastic! I almost never wanna leave!"

 "Don't worry. We'll make sure you'll feel right at home." The bellhop said, as the two security guards marched up and grabbed him by the arms. "Alright, lads. He's due for some heavy bondage and... ah, he's gonna be a Floor Model. Reggie, make sure you get the glue for the gags and shit, we gotta make sure he looks presentable for paying customers."

 "Wh-wait! Let me GO!" Vaurien yelled, eyes wide as he struggled to try and get his arms free. But the burly security guards just laughed, dragging him down to the bed. The larger of the two would keep the squirming tiger pinned, while his partner slid some boxes from under the bed. "What the hell is going on?!"

 "Oh brother, here we go. You didn’t read the terms and conditions of the room purchase, did ya?" The bellhop sneered, rolling his eyes. "What you purchased was a Permanent Residents Package. So now you get to stay here and advertise the place for investors."

While the tiger bared his fangs and struggled under his captors' grasp, he could only watch helplessly as the other security guard started pulling a nice purple bodysuit from the boxes. It seemed they had prepared for his arrival in advance... "Tsk. Alright, get him hard so I can start getting him prepped for his new life here."

Vaurien could only yelp as his clothes were practically shredded off his body by strong hands and sharp scissors, leaving only his red bandanna. He would have only a moment to process THAT before the same hands started to toy with his cock. Surprisingly skillful, the guard holding him worked him to erectness with a familiar ease, almost worryingly so. Vaurien could only pant and groan as he was played with, cock throbbing within minutes. How was this happening? How did these stallions know EXACTLY how to get him going in such a way? Each flick of his nipples, each tug of his shaft, all of it to get him nice and hard for their own nefarious purposes.

And yet, even when he was on the verge of cumming, they would stop and start to use glue soaked bandages to secure his legs. The stickiness of the bindings gave way to an eventual stiffness that resisted all movement. His arms were crossed in front of him, and securely stuffed into the purple bodysuit. His body was too riled up and shaky for him to properly fight back, and all he could do was plead with them to let him go as the guards added more glue soaked cloth to wrap him up all the more... Once that was all done, he was slowly slid inside and zipped up. The small sound of the snap of metal would reveal that they have broken off the zipper's fastener, trapping him inside.

 Finally, once they had ensured his cock was poking out of the slit of the suit, they would secure many straps around his body. The guards would just laugh at his pitiful attempts to try and wriggle free, and ignore his frantic pleas for release.

"Alright, alright. Enough screwing around, get him to his new home." The bellhop would grunt, giving the security guards a good sock to the arms. "You'll get to grope and tease some poor doe on your breaks. Save it for then."

 The stallions would just huff, but take him away down the hall to the elevator. Despite Vaurien's cries for help, they would take him down to a lower basement floor, where they would toss him down into a much darker, dingier room... with the flip of a switch, brightly glowing chains would attach to the straps holding the unfortunate tiger, and secure him to the bed. There would be no squirming off this one, it seemed.

 While one of the stallions started to mess with a machine off to the side of the bed, another would just hum and start to wrap a bandanna over his muzzle. It would be tied securely, before a layer of glue was added. Another one would be used and tied around his muzzle to hold his jaws shut. And another layer of glue was added to ensure that it would hold fast.

 Every bandanna that was added would come with a thin application of glue, which was allowed a bit to dry before the next layer was added. All the while, Vaurien's cock was kept teased and erect...

Once the final layer was added to his new, permanent gag, the final touch could be added.

"Alright. Hook 'em up, and we can call it a day." The mule huffed, seeming almost bored as he leaned on the wall and looked at his phone. "And don't forget to activate the cup's vibe on this one! We don't want him dying of boredom."

"MMMPGH! NNNGH!" The tiger tossed his head, eyes wide as he tried to break free from his bindings, letting out muffled noises from his glued up muzzle. His cries only grew more frantic as he was approached by a stallion, milking cup in hand. It would fit over his cock, with the tube being eased down into his cock. "NNNNN!"

The machine would be flipped on, with the cup suctioning onto his cock. The vibrations would start up slowly, teasingly, before shutting off and then starting up again. The guards would give him one final once over, tightening any and all straps deemed too loose... which would be all of them. No mercy was shown, as they laughed and flicked at his throbbing cock before pulling away.

"Oi, enough of that." The guards would all get a swat on the rump from the bellhop, who would herd them off towards the hall. "We can tell Dotty the job's done, and she can have some staff come by later to ensure you didn’t forget anything. Now go on! Get!"

The mule would shut off the lights and slam the door shut, the click of multiple locks sounding before being replaced by the hum and whirring of the machines.

Vaurien would be left with nothing but the suction and vibrations, eyes wide as he struggled pointlessly. He could barely move, could barely breathe as he was teased. His mind struggled to stay focused as his cock was teased, buzzed against by the ring of the cup... the slow build up was going to drive him up the wall, shaft twitching and throbbing with need, with desire and frustration.

His wiggling did little to relieve his misery, only providing minimal relief. He could not help but spasm and even clench a little on the tube in his urethra, feeling the coiling desire in his hips growing more and more with each passing moment.

It would only be after what felt like hours that he finally came.

Vaurien's orgasm rocked his whole body, hips bucking upward as his cum was pulled into the tube...his head was full of fog, body shaking as his balls were slowly drained...His eyes fluttered, as he struggled and groaned as he tried to break free. But even at his full strength, the glue enhanced bindings would not have given way. What hope did he have while he was as weak and dazed as he was now?

All he could do was cry out weakly into his gag, wriggle and squirm, and HOPE someone could hear him...