Chris
watched as the light from outside blasted his vision with a beaming
blurry brightness. Chris’ voice was amassed with the other wailing
and crying of ghostly-sounding voices around him. All of them were
aghast at the sudden surging sunlight.
“Good
morning,” A very cheerful voice called out from above. The lush but
loud sound silenced most of the complaining coming around Chris.
“Wakey wakey,” The familiar voice sang out in a chipper tone.
“What a day it is!”
Chris
was still trying to focus his eyes as he felt his body sway and roll
on its own. He couldn’t really block out the blinding light that
attacked his sense of sight. However, just before Chris thought he
wouldn’t be able to see again a shadow blocked out the beams of
light. Looking up, or straight ahead as he was laying there in his
prison, he saw the deviously cute but cruel captor, Kit. That sexy
and sluty looking face smiling down at him and the others as HE
smirked with a wide grin. Chris wanted to curse at his now
Exboyfriend. It was hard to be called Kit’s boyfriend if you were a
plastic cone-shaped object stuck in a nightstand. Just like the
several others that sprawled out in the wooden box. Chris watched Kit
give him and each of the others a happy smile.
Kit’s
enormous face hovered above like he was a God, his delicate and pale
face having an almost cocky attitude attached to it. His slightly
blonde long hair brushed to one side, tucked behind his ear. It was
enough hair, along with his eyes, and other facial features that
caught Chris in a trance of seduction before he was … like this.
The feminine features were pulling him into that gorgeous girly
guise, even though he knew Kit was the reason he was stuck in this
mess, to begin with.
Still
smiling at everyone stuck in the drawer, Kit went on, “Today I’m
gonna head over to Brad’s for some fun!”
The
collective sound of disapproval, horror, and disgust was evident in
all the plastic living objects. Chris was one that made a sound of
disgust at the mention of Kit’s newest boyfriend. The idea of going
over to Brad's place to “have some fun” was code for lots of sex.
It was in everyone’s best interest not to be selected for this fuck
fest that was bound to happen.
Kit
didn’t respond to the complaining, only to grow a wider smile with
a leer, “So you know I need to look super sexy for him… which
means, who am I taking with me?”
The
complaining ceased as Kit’s eyes started to dance over everyone
stuck in the drawer. Chris watched as Kit’s gaze crossed him for a
moment and turned to someone else, Chris felt a silent sigh of safety
leave him only for those peepers to peer back at him. Chris held his
breath as Kit focused on him for a few more moments only to see a
slight smirk spread over that face.
“Ooooh,
sooo cute,” Kit announced. Horror was running through Chris as he
watched Kit’s hand reach out for him. He could see the fresh pink
glossy nails on each finger as Kit went to pick him up. Chris
protested but couldn’t get away as he felt the gentle fingers pluck
him up without any effort. “We match!” Kit said, still smiling.
Chris never saw himself before, but he could tell what Kit meant.
However Kit went on, “Pink on my hands, and a nice cute pink
buttplug to match! And I just loooove those sparkles on your head
too.”
Chris
pleaded with Kit to put him back and pick someone else, but Kit
wasn’t having it. Instead Kit just lifted Chris out of the
nightstand and up close to his face. Chris watched Kit hip bump the
drawer slamming it closed, which was followed by a lot of other
screams from the butt plugs being thrown around from the force of
Kit’s booty bump. The sound of plastic objects bouncing and hitting
each other was heard as Kit walked away from the protesting people
still locked away.
“Alright
Pinky,” Kit said to Chris as he carried him off toward somewhere
else in the room. Chris was ignoring the speech Kit was giving him.
It sounded similar to the ones he heard before, something about being
a nice toy, staying in place, and playing nice. Chris was too focused
on the outfit that Kit was wearing. It wasn’t something he was used
to seeing. He had a short crop top of a pale white hoodie that had no
sleeves or cover past his chest, leaving his belly nude. It couldn’t
be called a shirt, no matter how hard someone argued. Luckily Kit was
wearing pants. Extremely tight skinny jeans that outlined every curve
below his hips. Chris couldn’t see Kit’s ass, but he was sure it
looked like it was in 4D. Kit’s tone legs poked out of the material
covering them, but one could easily tell that Kit worked his glutes
and thighs weekly.
Chris
shuddered at the idea of gluts…
“Please,”
Chris pleaded, “Not me, anyone but me!”
“Oh
don’t be like that,” Kit giggled, “You’re gonna love this.
Just imagine it like when we had sex… well kind of,” Kit laughed,
“I mean now it is kind of different… but you get the idea.”
Chris
wanted to protest but he was already in the bathroom. The door swung
shut and he was in the room with Kit already tugging at his tight
jeans to pull off. Chris started to beg, “Kit, please don’t do-”
The
sound of Kit’s skimpy black colored panties sliding down cut any
complaints from Chris. He was soon looking through a mirror at the
nude male. “Oh come on, why so quiet? Not the first time you saw me
naked,” Kit laughed. Chris was gonna say something but before he
could Kit winked at him, “Suck it up buttercup, you’re going
inside me yup!”
With
no warning or lube, Chris watching the view of Kit quickly vanished
and he suddenly was slammed into a warm fleshy world of darkness as
he was assaulted by the smell of femboy booty. The stench of Kit’s
backside nailed him in the face like a punch from a boxer as he
smelled what Kit was cooking in his pants. The foul but not
horrendous stench of ass hit Chris. Maybe it was due to his enjoyment
of anal or slight accustomed to Kit’s ass, but Chris wasn't totally
thrown into an unusual hell. Still, the tugging walls and warm fleshy
folds of Kit’s ass wiggled and squirmed on his face and body, as it
held him in a hectic situation. He could feel the meaty melon walls
around him pinching and pulling on his body, tugging him deeper and
closer to the end goal. The darkness wanted to devour his entire body
inside that pretty puckering pooter of his.
Chris
felt himself trying to squirm backward, but the enormous digits on
the back of his head or body weren’t letting up as he felt himself
being directed toward the only place that he could be heading, Kit’s
backdoor. Feeling himself being nudged and shoved toward his fated
destiny, he prepared himself as he rubbed and bumped into a firm
wall. It only lasted for a moment before it parted with ease as the
ring around Chris’ head opened and slowly slurped him up. It wasn’t
long before Chris was locked in position as he felt the familiar
tightness all around his handle or body.
Kit
mewed in delight, “Nice and snug!” A sudden gasp caused the ring
around Chris to pinch down on him, “OH, and just in time too!
Better get moving, don’t want to keep Brad waiting,” Kit was
already moving. Chris had no time to prepare himself as he felt the
buttcheeks holding him in place warp and shift. With each and every
step, Chris could feel the sensation of being sucked forward and
pushed back from a simple walk. Kit’s ass was munching on him like
a child with a pacifier. Pulling and slurping on him like a lollipop.
It only made things worse as Chris could feel the slight slimy sticky
sensation of mucus building up around him from either Kit’s
excitement or natural body excretion. The taste of anal juices and
OTHER things wormed their way into Chris’ taste buds or whatever he
had now.
Sadly,
Chris knew this wouldn’t be the worse thing he would experience
today, things were just getting started.
“BRADDY!”
Kit nearly squealed as Chris heard a door open.
“Kitkat,”
a more male voice called out. Chris felt the anal ring around him
tighten at those words. It seemed it made Kit excited at the nickname
Brad had given him. There were some more subtle noises that Chris
could hear, probably kissing and making out before he heard the male
voice go on. “Just in time. I was getting hungry. Looks like
it’s time to take a bite out of my kitkat bar.”
Chris
wanted to gag at that line, however, Kit thought otherwise as he
giggled, “Stooooop. Oh my god.”
Still
stuck in his chamber of doom and gloom, Chris could only stay around
as the butt of the joke, as Brad and Kit chatted for a little while.
More ungodly jokes or puns before he heard a door close and a sudden
assault of sexual desire hit. The sounds of moans and groans filled
the air and Chris figured he knew what was going on. If he had any
doubt, he felt one buttcheek peel to the side as Brad must have
grabbed Kit’s ass and tugged on it. Chris felt himself loosen for a
moment… then the bubbly booty wall slapped back smashing Chris a
little deeper into Kit’s ass.
“OH!”
Kit yelped, “Careful… got a buddy back there,” Kit laughed.
“Buddy,”
Brad asked, sounding confused.
Chris
heard more shuffling before a pair of Kit’s jeans fell and soon his
underwear. There was some more movement and the sound of a bed
squeaking. Suddenly Chris felt the walls around him lessen and he
swore he could feel the cool air around him. “Yeah, I call him
Pinkie,” Kit giggled, “You like it?” Chris felt his body sway
slightly as he was sure Kit was shaking his ass in front of Brad.
“Is
that…” Brad snorted, “Damn you really want it bad don’t ya?”
“Mmm,
maybe,” Kit announced, wiggling a little harder making Chris start
to dislodge out of the mighty maw he was stuck in.
“Well,
uncork that hungry ass of yours and we can get started,” Brad
laughed as more squeaking could be heard. It sounded to Chris that he
was getting on the bed with Kit. Chris couldn’t see it but he felt
some fingers digging into him. The gentle and smooth fingertips could
only belong to someone very feminine, Kit. There was a slight
resistance before Chris felt his head and face pop out with a comical
noise. It was like a champagne bottle being uncorked. Chris was
slowly pulled away from the bouncy butt, away from the larger male
figure, and brought toward Kit’s face. Kit smiled at Chris as he
was placed before his face.
“You
did good little guy,” Kit said smiling. Chris felt sick as he could
still taste some of Kit’s insides… sadly that wouldn’t be all
he would be tasting by the end of the day.
Sure
enough, Kit’s face exploded in shock and delight as Brad started to
fuck him. The sounds of the femboy panting and moaning while the bed
bounced and sprang to life from the thrust behind. Chris could only
watch Kit expressing his joy and arousal as someone pleasured him,
just like how Chris used to a long time ago. Chris couldn’t help
but feel jealous or ashamed as Brad fucked Kit while he was left as a
fucking pink plastic toy discarded to the side. The sounds of Kit
enjoying himself would have made Chris blush, but it was just more
like daggers to his soul as Kit couldn’t help but sound like a girl
in heat that he once loved.
The
two lovers were in the throes of lovemaking until they started to
climax and release each other's juices. Chris heard Brad make a
monstrously manly sound as he shot what sounded like gallons of goopy
gunk into Kit. Kit silently opened his mouth and shut his eyes as he
experienced his own personal orgasm. Chris mentally hurled as he
imagined the amount of scum he would soon be used to plug up with his
pink plastic body.
As
both came down from their cumming, Chris could see Brad almost flop
off Kit as he rolled to the side of the bed and panted, “Fuck…
that was amazing.”
“It
sure was,” Kit panted. “Well…” Kit purred looking at Chris
with a look that told him he knew what was next, “Better put Chris
back where he came from.”
Just
as Kit reached for Chris, Brad scoffed, “What? The buttplug? Did
you really name it?”
Kit
paused, “Yeah? So?”
Brad
again chuckled, “Oh nothing, just funny.”
Kit
didn’t let it go, “What’s so funny? Why can’t I call him by
his name?” Kit asked, looking at his partner.
“Nothing…
just seemed kind of…” Chris watched Brad shrug, “Silly is all.”
“Silly,”
Kit repeated, sounding a little offended. “You think it’s silly
to use their names?”
Brad
sighed and shrugged, “Yeah, but I mean I call my car Shela, so I
guess it’s not that weird.”
Kit
seemed annoyed at Brad’s remarks. Chris watched as a frown formed
on his face looking at Brad. Then slowly Kit turned to Chris, “I
guess I should show him shouldn’t I?”
Chris
and Brad were both confused and looking at Kit. Then before Chris and
Brad knew it, Brad vanished. Suddenly Chris felt something bump into
him before a confused and startled cry for help filled the air with
its familiar ghostly noise.
Kit
sat up, “There… not so funny now is it, Brad.”
Chris
watched as a pitch black butt plug lay next to Chris. Kit slowly
picked up both Chris and Brad and held them in front of his face.
“Well, I guess maybe I should let BRAD, clean up his own mess,
yeah?” Kit asked Chris who took a few moments before he realized
what Kit was saying. Sure enough, the screaming and protesting Brad
buttplug started to go to Kit’s naked backside. Chris watched with
horror, but with some sense of relief as Kit winced slightly as the
sound of something slid into his backside cutting off Brad’s
screams.
Kit
gave Chris a kind but also wicked grin, “Looks like I found another
addition to my collection.” Chris didn’t reply as Kit started to
dress and walk out of the empty bedroom. As horrible as it might have
been for Brad, Chris was just glad he wasn’t in his place. It
seemed only fitting that Brad should be forced to taste his own cum,
leftover in Kit’s ass, then Chris himself.
Sometimes
Chris forgot how kind Kit could be….