One Last Go with the Toy [SNEAK PEEK]
The Hero Toy gets returned.
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One Last Go with the Toy
By Limewah
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SNEAK PEEK
The Toy’s mind was quiet. Mostly quiet, save for a long loop of repetitive thoughts and mantras. They slowly revolved and repeated in the Toy’s head, like the cylinder of a music box.
Each statement had extra emphasis on the last word, chiming in the Toy’s mind.
_You are a Toy.
You are made to be Fucked._
Your mouth is made to be Fucked.
Your ass is made to be Fucked.
Clench.
Release.
You are no Hero.
You are a Toy.
You are a Fucktoy.
You love to be Fucked.
You need to be Fucked.
You are at your most useful when you are Fucked.
_Clench.
Release._
Always be ready to be Fucked.
_Always be eager to be Fucked.
Always be ready to take Cock._
Your mouth is ready to take Cock.
Your ass is made to take Cock.
_Clench.
Release._
You are a Toy.
You are an Object.
You are an Object that brings Pleasure.
You feel pleasure when you bring Pleasure.
When you bring pleasure to Master.
Your Master is whoever you are Fucking.
You are a Toy.
You are a Fucktoy.
You are an Object.
And so on, and so forth. The Toy accepted it all. The only sticking point, at one point, was ‘You are no Hero’. He couldn’t remember being a Hero. It didn’t sound right anyway.
Although there were signs. Sometimes when he saw himself, in the reflection of someone’s eyes, or in a smooth polished surface. He had no limbs, but his torso was chiseled and tight, every detail of his muscles well-defined, even though the texture was pliant and rubbery
There was also a big lightning bolt on his chest, going straight down towards his genital module - at the moment, the nullified bulge attachment was in its proper place.
His face - a Luxray’s face - also had the chiseled definition of a hero. Or what the Toy might have thought of as a hero.
Anyway, that was a moot point.
The Toy had not had those thoughts for a while. The Music-Box in his head kept those thoughts away.
It was much better that way too. Being Fucked, bringing Pleasure, all for Master.
The Toy’s eyes and mouth were wide and round - though the mouth was currently plugged with a thick piece of flesh, one that was once attached between his legs. Speaking of which… he was balanced on his knees, his ankles and feet having been removed, twisted into a tight, bulging helix, and shoved deep into his ass. Both holes were kept well plugged, well lubricated… ready to be used. Ready for him to Clench and Release.
The sudden burst of fluorescent light filling the room, the sudden change of temperature as the hermetically sealed chill was impregnated with warm air from outside, and the sound of bootsteps entering the room was a sign that it was time again. Time to give pleasure.
Two sets of footfalls, as well as something dragging along the floor, wet and slick.
The Toy would have smiled if he could. Hard to do when your mouth was filled with your own cock, detached and turned into a sex-toy. What use did he have for talking anyway? Taking cock was a better use.
The Toy was surrounded. It could only look straight ahead. It didn’t need to see its users, its Masters anyway. It only needed to be Fucked.
One of its users sighed.
“Y’sure we have to do this boss?”
“Of course.” Keeping him any longer is gonna raise some serious suspicion, and you know how good his friends are at tracking things down.”
“Man…” another voice. “Where’m I gonna let off steam now?”
“We’ll get another one once the heat dies down.”
“How long’s that gonna be, though…?” the first voice.
“That’s not for you to worry about.” the second voice.
“Ugh. You got it, boss.” the first voice again.
“You should count yourself lucky I’m giving you the chance to have one last ride.”
“One for the road, huh?”
“I think you meant to say “Thank You.”
“Yes, Boss. Thank you, Boss.”
“That’s better. Now. I’ve got first fuck. You can sit back and wait.”
“You got it, Pin King.”
Zips were undone, clothes were shuffled off.
The Toy felt familiar scents and feelings wash over him. This scent was more important than the others. Anyone who used him was Master, but this one was Master more than the others.
“We’re gonna have fun, boys. Promise you that. One last blowout. You get to be as rough as you like. When it’s your turn, that is.”
The Toy was grabbed by the chin - very hard, too. The outer body was very soft silicone, stretchy and squishy. His cock was a much firmer material, reinforced and firm.
The Toy remained still. He had no gag reflex - that would get in the way of being a Toy, and getting Fucked.
The Toy’s squishy face was pulled and tugged, as the cock was pulled free. His ring shaped mouth was wet, slick, ready.
“I’m gonna miss this, Raging Thunder,” the deep voice - Pin King’s voice - rumbled, with some degree of nostalgia in the tone.
The name - some superhero name - did not register. The mantra kept it well enough away - not that he would have recognized it at all.
The Toy simply waited for the first thrust. For him to be put to use.
Soon enough, something tapered and familiar thrust straight into that waiting hole. Pin King’s claws dug into the back of the Toy’s head, and pushed forward. The cock pushed straight down the Toy’s throat, distending it and bulging it.
The Toy stared straight into a deep violet torso, wide and broad and built like a brick wall. The thrusts were familiar.
It was difficult to remember things - the Toy didn’t have the capacity or need to reminisce. But the pace, rough and possessive, felt familiar. It was a sense memory thing. The way his face was stretched and scratched and pulled, never leaving any sort of mark, was a common use.
“This never got old, Raging Thunder. Doin’ what I like to that handsome face o’yours.”
Pin King grabbed the top-spike of the Toy’s ‘hair’ and pulled straight up, stretching the Toy’s head vertically. It was comical to behold - the face distended, the eyes bulged, but the mouth-hole remained firm, a receptacle for the thrusting Nidoking dick.
Pin King was a Nidoking, that was right…
The thought was gone again. It was irrelevant.
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