Pleasure Space [TG]

Tier reward for Matthew Knuckles

A man finds a mysterious walk-in wardrobe that traps him inside, and the only way to escape is to become a thing of pleasure. 

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Why did nobody tell me that moving out would mean being responsible for…everything? Finding an apartment was hard enough when you’re thirty and had no prior rentals to act as references; now, I was expected to get all the furniture as well. The place had been fully furnished when I did the inspection, so imagine my surprise when I picked up the keys, unlocked the door to my new home and found bare walls and nothing but a kitchen cooktop. It only got worse when I visited IKEA and learned just how expensive things like bed frames were. Still, through a combination of second-hand shops and giveaways, I’d almost managed to get everything I needed except a wardrobe, which is what brought me to the mysterious little antique store at the edge of the Red Light district. 

It was a surprisingly cramped place, full of old burlesque lights and fancy end tables. The stuff probably would have gone for way more in another shop, but everybody knew these were cleared out of old brothels. Luckily, I didn’t give a shit, not when I only had a few hundred dollars to my name. 

As I stepped inside, I was hot with an instant wave of musk and about a dozen half-faded perfumes. The walls were lined with old pin-up posters, feather boas and even a few outfits that looked too worn for even the most dedicated whore to pick up. An older woman wearing too much make-up to cover her age sat behind a big, wooden desk near the middle of the store and smiled at me. Even with all the eyeliner, it was hard to meet her gaze, thanks to the giant feather attached to her headband. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. 

“Hey, sugar.” She called. “Need anything in particular? After any vintage magazines for…personal use?”

I smiled tightly. The more I looked around, the more obvious it became that this was a lost cause. There was definitely furniture: naked lady lamps and scratched-up end tables with mysterious stains, but nothing I’d buy. Still, I couldn’t just walk out.

“I’m after a wardrobe, but I don’t think there is anything like that here.” 

“Oh, I have a few, half a dozen, in fact.” The woman stood up, massive bosom heaving with each breath. “Us old queens had pretty extensive wardrobes, you know. Gotta store all those fun outfits somewhere.”

I gritted my teeth and followed along, planning to look over the options before politely excusing myself and looking elsewhere. The plump woman led me right to the back of the shop, where the bigger bits of furniture were. It was mostly bed frames that had seen better days, but to my shock, there really were cupboards. One in particular instantly caught my eye. It was huge and took up a whole corner of the room, but that wasn't the only eye-catching part of it. The doors were carved with intricate images of sexual encounters, everything from missionary to orgies to positions I couldn’t name. I couldn't help but stare, the craftsmanship on display was so at odds with the images it almost felt like a joke. 

“Ah, you don’t want that one.” The woman chuckled. “That’s the training cupboard.”

“Training cupboard?”

Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“That was from my old bordello. Once a girl steps inside, she must please the cupboard before stepping out. Only then did we know she was ready to service real men.”

“So it’s a hazing cupboard. You’d lock some girl in there till she said something embarrassing, then let her out.” 

“No, I meant what I said, but never mind it, dear, this is our cheapest cupboard. Only three hundred.” She pointed to a faded old thing that wasn't worth half her price, and I shook my head. 

“No, I think that’s a bit over my budget.”

“It’s vintage.”

“It’s a rip-off.”

The woman huffed and turned on her heels to return to her desk. I held back a curse under my breath; where did she get off, charging such steep prices for junk? Crude junk at that. I thought about my dwindling bank account and bit my lip. I’d been to half a dozen op shops and antique shops in the last week. Maybe…maybe a five-finger discount here could earn me enough cash for a proper wardrobe. I looked around and spotted an easy mark: jewellery. 

I waited until the woman’s back was turned, then carefully reached into the case and fished out a set of golden hoops, a necklace and a set of ruby studs. These would buy me enough for a wardrobe and a new TV. 

“I should have thought of this sooner.” I grinned. “I wonder what else that old bat has around here I could sell to a proper shop…” 

My eyes landed on the clothing section and the glittering belts and bras. Some creep would buy those for a small fortune. Dollar signs danced in front of my eyes, and I walked over, so much so that I didn't realise the woman had gotten up from her seat to greet another customer. A customer who wanted a new set of earrings. 

“Hey! Where are those gold hoops? I didn't sell them!”

Fuck.

The shop wasn't exactly busy, it would only take her a second to realise what had happened. In a blind panic, I ran to the back of the shop, hoping for a fire escape, and found nothing but those stupid cupboards.

“Where is that man? I’ll give him a piece of my mind!”

“Crap, crap, crap.” I hissed under my breath. 

A glint of gold caught my eye, and I turned to see the doorknob of the giant cupboard; it was the best hiding place available. Quickly and quietly as I could, I climbed inside and gently shut the door, breathing a sigh of relief when I heard footsteps come and go. I breathed a sigh of relief and waited a few minutes before reaching back for the doorknob, only to meet with smooth wood.

“The hell? Where is that knob? It has to be here somewhere.”

My hands brushed across the walls, meeting each corner but never the door's seam. My fingers brushed across a switch, and to my surprise, a dim bulb illuminated the cramped cupboard space, revealing that the door had indeed completely disappeared. 

“What the fuck!” 

I slammed myself against the now smooth wooden wall, trying and failing to break it down. 

“Let me out of here!”

I bashed my shoulder into the wall a few more times before I had to take a break and catch my breath. 

“Alright…if brute force won’t work, I’ll just find another way.”

I dropped to my knees and started crawling around the space. The inside felt tiny despite how big the cupboard looked on the outside. I ran my hand over the annealing, looking for cracks or weak points, but found nothing. Just more smooth wood, at least, until I reached the back. There in the middle of the back panel was a knob. But not the sort of knob I was looking for. 

“Who the hell carves a cock into a wall?”

I wanted to take a few steps back, but of course, there was only space for one. I remembered what that woman had said about this being a training cupboard for whores. God, this is embarrassing, but I wasn't getting out the normal way. I slowly reached out, brushed my fingers along the wooden head, and jerked back in shock. It was warm, with some give too. It felt real. 

“Am I seriously going to do this…fuck okay.”

At least I was sealed inside a box where nobody would have to see me do this. Sighing deeply, I reached out and grasped the cock in my hand before slowly starting to pump up and down. Nothing happened, but that wasn't surprising. Even if a cupboard could react, I wasn't doing a very good job. 

“...Fine.”

I knew what I liked in the bedroom, it couldn’t be that hard to do it to someone, something else. I started to vary my grip slightly, letting my thumb press against the slit and swirl around the head on altering strokes. I felt my own skin getting hot, imagining what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of things. I swallowed as I started to pump faster, my own balls tightened almost painfully as my cock twitched in response. Somehow, despite the fact I was getting turned on, it didn’t go hard. 

I swore I could feel the cock twitching in my hand, begging me to keep going. A blush started to spread over my entire body as I pumped hard and fast. It was almost like there was a little voice in my head urging me, telling me to do more. The cupboard would never be satisfied with just a hand job. 

Embarrassed but too horny to care, I sank to my knees and winced as the thick fabric of my jeans rubbed against my knees. I tried to ignore it as I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue to the cock as I continued to pump it. There was no cum, of course, but I swore I could taste something. Something salty, heady and delicious. My lips opened, and I welcomed the wooden yet warm cock into my mouth and began to descend while wrapping my tongue around the shaft. I’d never given a blow job before, but somehow, the act came so naturally. My head started to bob, and my knees burned against the floor as they rubbed against my jeans. 

With a grunt of annoyance, I reached down and managed to fumble my belt off, shrugging off the pants so that I was half-naked on the cupboard floor. All while continuing to suck the cock off as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did; maybe that was why I was so desperate for more. But no matter how hard I sucked and slurped at the cock, I couldn’t satisfy it. No doors opened, even as my cheeks began to ache. I popped off the head and caught my breath. Sweat had started to creep down my back, so taking off the stained shirt was a start; nobody wanted to get a blow job from somebody who stank. My hand returned to the shaft, playfully tickling along the length while I thought. 

“What do you want?” I groaned. “Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you; you just need to tell me.”

Silence. But then the light seemed to flicker, and I remembered the things I’d taken from the shop. The bra, the jewellery…maybe it wanted me pretty. Nobody liked an ugly whore. It was surprisingly hard to tear myself away from the cock, even as my hand was starting to cramp. I was already naked as I grabbed the bra and hooked it up behind my back. I stared at the cock with a sultry look, trying to make myself as enticing for it as possible. 

“Here, baby, is this better?” I cooked. “Do you like me now?”

The necklace sat on my clavicle, the earrings somehow dangling from my ears despite the fact I’d never pierced them. I dropped back to my knees, determined to fully pleasure this cock and escape. Yes, escape, that’s why I was doing this. Not because I liked it, not because the feeling of that cock on my tongue was so good. Not because I was painfully turned on and wet between my legs. I pushed the cock as deep into my throat as I could, feeling the head against the back. I almost gagged but refused; I had to pleasure the cock. I had to satisfy it.

As I continued to suck and slurp, I realised that the wet feeling between my legs was getting stronger. There was a heat there and an emptiness. It felt almost like…a pussy. The realisation should have made me terrified, should have made me stop sucking off the cock at least. But it didn’t; instead, it made my lips smile as much as they could around the shaft. 

I knew what I needed to do now. 

Slowly, almost lovingly, I removed my mouth from the length, pressing a kiss to the head before turning around and bearing my new, naked pussy to it.

“This is what you want, isn't it?” I simpered, waving my ass in the air.

Carefully, I backed myself against the wall, whimpering as I felt the wooden penis penetrate me. I kept going through, feeling that burn and stretch until my ass was fat against the wall, and I was filled to the brim. 

“Ooooohhh.”

It was so overwhelming, the idea of moving was almost scary. Almost. Curiosity won out in the end, and I began to wiggle my hips and shudder at the delicious pleasure the movement caused. Then slowly, I leaned forward on my hands and knees, feeling the cock slowly slip out of me until just the tip remained. I paused, enjoying the teasing, empty sensation for a moment before I slammed backwards.

“Ahhhh!”

The sound was like Haevn, I couldn’t believe it came from my own lips. I lost myself, rutting against the wall of the wardrobe and enjoying the pleasure of that cock slamming into the back of my pussy. My new passage tightened around it.

“Oh! Ohhh! Y-you have to be satisfied now, right?” I wailed. “I’m gonna c-cuum! AAAHHH!”

Ecstasy flooded me, and I moaned with satisfaction. No door appeared, though, my hips kept rutting desperately. I may have finished, but the cupboard still needed to be pleased. I kept fucking it, squeezing my passage tight around the cock and going as fast and hard as I could. I came again, then a third time. This was the best sex of my life; I didn;t even care that I was wearing a vintage bra and being pleasured by a wardrobe. It felt too good. I let my eyes flutter closed and fell into a rhythm, learning what angles caused the most delicious sensations and repeating them. 

I was so caught up in my pleasurable little world I didn't even notice the light falling over my face as the door opened. My eyes only fluttered open as the woman in the doorway chuckled.

“I should have known you’d be in here.”

My mouth hung open. Just speaking was difficult. I knew I should be rushing out of here, but the idea of leaving this pleasure-filled space was the last thing on my mind. 

“Ohhh…Oh fuck I’m s-sorry.” I moaned, hips still bucking. “C-close the door plead. I know I can do better! I can please it. I have so much more to learn!”

The woman just laughed.

“Alright, let’s see what you look like next time this door opens.”

She winked at me and I shuddered, another orgasm building as the door clicked closed. I shuddered and came hard just as the seam disappeared. It was just me, in my own pleasure filled world.