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….