a very very late permit office commission for @goldheartcrows mostly based on this fanart by @tellaerosan !! <3
Grian hated working at the permit office on a good day. The space was dark and uncomfortable (even though it was built that way intentionally, it still served to make him feel awful), the permits were boring at best and outright horrible at worst (even if entertaining sometimes, to make his friends — Scar — jump through hoops for them), his uniform was stifling and uncomfortable, the list went on. All in all, Grian was decidedly not a fan.
He would take all of that in comparison to the absolute torture he was currently facing.
The stifling uniform now felt outright suffocating; he was sweating and basically panting by this point, his entire face red and flushed from desperation. His ear wings, fluffed and drooping (his normal wings were hidden by some code magic, otherwise they ruined the aesthetic of the uniform, and Grian was very committed to aesthetics), and he’s sure he overall looks like a mess — not that Joel seems to notice. He’s standing in front of the desk separating him from the two permit office employees, an eyebrow raised and a foot tapping impatiently as he waits for Grian to answer.
“Are you sitting on Scar’s lap?”
Grian’s brain had stuttered, the combination of trying to correctly fill out whatever form Joel wanted from him along with the desperation of Scar teasing him for void knows how long, rendering him unable to come up with a reply in time.
“C’mon Grian,” Scar murmured, leaning closer to him so his breath fanned across Grian’s ear and sensitive feathers. “Aren’t you gonna explain to Joel?” Grian barely bit back a whimper, Scar’s cock jolting inside him with every movement. He tried desperately to come up with an explanation but his brain continued to draw a blank.
“He’s- ah-h, it’s just a prank,” he manages to get out, biting his tongue to disallow any more whines to escape him. Joel’s eyebrow seems to raise impossibly higher.
“Seems like a bit of a weird prank, mate, but okay,” he says and Grian lets out a sigh of relief at the dismissal. He quickly finishes up the paperwork and hands it to the new hermit, wanting to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
Scar thrusts up into him and Grian doesn’t manage to bite back the whine that escapes him this time. Joel turns around from where he was almost at the exit, his eyes flashing with an evil knowing glint and Grian shrinks down as much as he can — as if the desk will hide him.
“Actually, Grian, I’ve just remembered I need something else. You see that stupid permit pledge book that Cub carries around everywhere, I’d like a copy cause I just love the permit office so much. It’s right behind you, you wouldn’t mind grabbing that for me, Grian, would you?” Joel taps his fingers impatiently on the desk, smiling widely at him.
Grian feels himself flush even more, mortified that Joel knows what’s happening, that he’s playing into it.
“C’mon, G, don’t you wanna be a good little employee?” Scar says loudly and although Grian can’t see it, he knows he has his signature smirk on.
Grian takes a breath and braces himself, trying to put on his usual customer service smile although he knows it’s strained. He slowly dismounts Scar’s cock, standing up on shaky legs, one hand tugging the front of his shirt down as much as possible to cover his own straining erection even though it’s too short to really do that good of a job.
He waddles over to the back as quickly as he can, trying to get this over with. He’s sure he looks ridiculous, ass bright red from the spanking he received right before this — Scar had made the executive decision that he had to be punished to learn how to be a better worker after one too many complaints from the other hermits (and also probably Grian pushing it a bit too far before giving Scar his own permit), which had led to his present situation. He grabs the stupid permit office pledge book and makes his way back to two smug smiles.
“Here you go,” he says, standing behind the desk and handing over the book to Joel.
“Aren’t you gonna sit back down?” Joel asks, a hungry look in his gaze.
Grian flicks his eyes between him and Scar nervously, trying to gauge what he can get away with in this moment. Scar’s expression says ‘not much’ so he cuts his losses and goes to sit back down on his lap again, one hand grabbing Scar’s dick and lining it up with his entrance. Scar’s arms are up behind his head in a leisurely pose, not helping stabilise Grian at all.
“Is that all?” Grian asks shakily after he’s sat securely again, feeling Scar’s cock throb inside his ass.
“Yeah that was all. Thanks guys, I'll be sure to leave a great review for the permit office now!” Joel’s sharp grin makes Grian blush as he finally leaves.
He breathes a sigh of relief as the glass door creaks closed.
“See, birdie?” Scar says, one finger teasing Grian’s dick, making him leak all over his shirt. “You can be so productive when you’re motivated.”
Grian is about to snark back, the need to cum mixed with the humiliation and the stinging of his asscheeks making him want to brat out, but before he can say anything the door opens again with the next hermit entering.
“Come in, come in!” Scar exclaims excitedly, making big welcoming gestures. “I see you all got the message in chat about a certain permit bird being willing to be cooperative today, huh?”
“Yup!” Pearl says cheerfully. Grian sighs.
This is going to be a long day.
After that, it had been nonstop. More hermits visited the permit office than ever before, news that a certain employee was ‘willing to cooperate’ plus the chance to freely tease and embarrass Grian spread like wildfire. And with every hermit, Scar had gotten progressively worse and more daring.
Gem was standing in front of them currently, perfectly innocent eyes blinking up at them with a touch-too-mischievous smile decorating her face. Grian was trying his best to listen to whatever she was saying, but Scar had taken to half thrusting up into him every time Grian got a train of thought together, making it violently dissipate. A whine escaped him after a particularly deep thrust and Gem paused, one eyebrow raising judgementally.
“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” she accuses, hands on her hips, staring him down.
Grian rushes to assure her that no, of course not, the permit office cares greatly for their client’s requests, but as soon as he opened his mouth, two fingers shoved their way inside. He choked and gagged slightly, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but Scar’s fingers felt familiar in his mouth, rubbing down on his tongue, and he couldn’t help but instinctively relax. And then Scar was talking and Grian tensed up again with the reminder that they were in public, humiliation making his dick leak and face flush.
“Not to worry, Gem, I think I know just what our little office birdie’s problem is! Nothing to do with your charming face,” he assures her.
“Uh huh.” Gem still sounded unimpressed, tapping her foot impatiently.
“See, he’s been here for hours at this point, Gem. Such a hard worker he is,” Scar continues, patting Grian’s head with his free hand condescendingly. “I think he just needs some.. assistance, to help refocus him and not hold up the cue. And I know just what the problem is!”
Scar pulls him off his dick and takes his fingers out of his mouth at the same time, crudely wiping them on Grian’s shirt. He manhandles him into position, bent over the desk, with his ass facing the room full of people, and Grian flushes even more at the demeaning treatment.
“I think his cute little butt is sore!” Scar exclaims excitedly, petting Grian’s hair from where he’s standing behind the desk. “And I’m sure you’d love to help with that, wouldn’t you Gem? Perhaps the rest of the cue as well? Give them a little treat — on us — for waiting for so long.”
Grian is already floaty, his desperation to cum and the public humiliation making his head fill with static, but the first spank on his bare ass makes pleasure spark in him. He moans loudly, dick trapped against the hard wooden surface and his stomach, more painful than pleasurable but his brain has its wires crossed — now more than ever.
The next however long passes by in a blur. Grian is floating somewhere above his body, pain and pleasure and humiliation mixing in a delicious cocktail that sends him well into subspace. He knows Gem spanked his ass, and a few other hermits too — though who exactly it was evades him — and someone dribbled fresh lube in his used hole, Scar citing that as part of the reason why “his butt was sore”.
When Grian comes back to himself a bit, he is seated on Scar’s dick in his familiar chair and there’s a delicious warmth wrapped around his own cock. He moans and mumbles something incoherent, arching a bit into the delicious heat. Strong hands grab his hips and stop him though, making him whine as he opens his fuzzy eyes.
“Back with us, birdie?” Scar murmurs into his ear.
Grian hums noncommittally, trying to process the different sensations. The warmth around his dick constricts for a second and he realises dumbly that someone just swallowed around him. He looks down and bright blue eyes greet him underneath his desk, winking and smirking around Grian’s cock. Grian gasps as Skizz bobs his head just a tiny bit, before a hand wraps itself around the poe officer’s hair.
“Remember, Skizzly,” Scar threatens, sounding cheerful. “No sucking, only cockwarming! Don’t want to give our little bird here the wrong idea.”
Skizz pulls off with a loud pop! making Grian cry out.
“Sir, yes Sir!” he says playfully, winking again, before taking Grian back into his mouth.
Grian floats along a bit more, lost in the complete loss of control. He has no say over his situation, he’s just there to be useful, to warm Scar’s cock and to assist any hermits that require it. Skizz stays on his knees for a bit, occasionally playing with Grian’s dick with his tongue, but mostly just staying there to be a constant heat around him, fueling the desperation in his gut. No one bothers them for a while which Grian is grateful for — most of the hermits must’ve gotten it out of their system by now. As soon as he has that thought, he hears the telltale sign of the glass door opening, and he tenses, ass clenching around Scar’s dick.
Hope fills his chest when he realises who it is, though — Grian’s shining light, his only hope to escape this torture, comes in the form of Cub. He hopes that Cub is about to admonish them all for not doing any work, maybe send Scar and Skizz to a mission and finally leave Grian alone so he can cum in peace. That pipe dream dies when Cub smirks evilly, looking a bit too much like his fellow vex, full of mischievous energy, and Grian slumps over the desk with a sob.
“I think the birdie is being a bit too loud, don’t you think, Scar?” Cub says, that mischievous edge still in his voice.
“Yes!” Scar nods eagerly. “What do you suggest my dear Cub?”
“You should probably gag him somehow. Maybe with his own tie or make him hold his shirt between his teeth so he can’t hide and you have more access to him as well,” he suggests.
Scar follows the instructions enthusiastically, gagging Grian with his own shirt. His other hand comes up to play with his now exposed nipples, twisting and turning and pinching them. Grian’s whimpers through the fabric of his button down go ignored.
“I’ve heard many good things about the permit office today guys, many good things. I’m so proud of my employees being productive for the first time,” Cub muses out loud, sounding mildly enthusiastic which, for him, means he’s over the moon.
Scar and Skizz thank him and Grian only whines needily. Cub goes up to his office humming a little tune. It took a while but it seemed like they’d finally found the proper way to motivate every employee and satisfy all the hermits.
