“You’re sure it’s just us here, Amelia?”
“Yes, I’m sure. The only other person who would be here
anyway is Victor. And you know we share everything. What’s so secret?”
Emma bit her lip as she looked at Amelia, all gothed up in
that adorable black dress, the hem riding scandalously high as she lounged on
her beloved chaise, revealing more than a little of her spider web thigh-highs.
God, she was cute. And she was the spitting image of her brother if he grew a
few inches and she toned down the makeup. It was uncanny when you got the two
of them in a room together. But if Victor was out, they were alone.
Emma reached into her backpack and pulled out a box a little
longer than her forearm, wrapped in black foil paper. “I got you a special
birthday present.”
Amelia’s dark eyes lit up at the sight of the box. “What an
intriguing shape.”
Emma blushed. “It…well, just open it. You’ll see.” She
placed the box in her waiting friend’s hands.
Amelia took her time delicately unwrapping the box, careful
not to reveal its contents, watching her friend squirm impatiently. Finally,
with a smile and a flourish, she tugged one piece of tape shy, and the wrapping
fell loose in one fluid motion. She looked at the box and gasped. “Emma,
you...bought me a fleshlight. I don’t know what to say.”
“Okay, I know. It’s a little weird. But you remember a
couple weeks ago when we decided to dip into that third bottle of cabernet?”
Amelia winced. “There was a third bottle?”
“Unfortunately, there was. But you had some…let’s say,
pronounced opinions on your choice of toy. Particularly what a pain they were
to clean. And I happened to stumble on this. Turn it over, read the back.”
Amelia flipped the box and read. “Self-cleaning? How?”
“I don’t really get the science, but you keep it standing
upright when you’re not using it, and it drains any liquids to the bottom, converts
some of it into power for the next go and I guess evaporates the rest?”
“That’s…miraculous. But isn’t it a bit conspicuous standing
upright?”
“That’s the best part. Pull it out.”
Amelia locked eyes with Emma, who blushed and rephrased.
“Pull the toy out.”
Smirking, Amelia opened the box and pulled out what looked
like a black candlestick. She looked at her mantle, where a pair of candles
stood on very similar ornate black stands.
“They recommend adding a lampshade, I guess,” said Emma,
“But when I saw it, I remembered those and it seemed perfect.” She reached into
her backpack and pulled out a new set of candles to match the pair on the
mantle. “The less exciting gift part deux.”
Amelia smiled and stood, hugging Emma. “This is the
strangest, most exciting gift I’ve received in a long time.” When she stepped
back, she raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should test it now. Care to watch?”
Emma laughed nervously. “No, no. I actually have to go tell
Julian off. This is technically a joint gift, but he was too scared to show up
with me.”
“That’s a shame. I’m sure Julian would have loved to watch.”
Amelia gave an exaggerated shrugged. “More’s the pity. Give him my regards.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll give them to him soon enough. Enjoy it,
girl.”
Amelia set the toy on the mantle and walked Emma out of the
apartment.
Inside the toy, Julian was having regrets. Emma knew he had
a massive crush on Amelia, so when she asked him if he wanted to “go in” on a
big gift for her, he leapt at the chance. He should have known Emma had a
scheme cooked up, and when they met up to wrap, he revealed the high-end
fleshlight she demanded he order, and she revealed a shrink ray.
He’d had plenty of time to come to terms with that disturbing
new reality after she lubed his half-an-inch-at-best body up and slipped him
inside the toy to slide slowly but surely to the bottom and re-packaged it. He
spent the rest of the morning in the dark.
Julian could hear the conversation surprisingly well as the
two discussed his current prison. He hadn’t really read what made the toy
special, just bought it and hoped the packaging would be discreet, so imagine
his surprise when he learned that not only would Amelia not need to clean the
thing and hopefully discover and free him, but that when she wasn’t putting it
to use, it needed to stand upright. Plugged with a candle, no less, if he managed
to climb to the top.
He was starting to get very concerned that only Emma knew he
was in here. She said she’d come free him “eventually,” but he had no idea what
that meant coming from Emma. He didn’t have much longer to dwell, as he heard
Amelia’s footsteps coming back his way and his prison was lifted from the
mantle.
Amelia hummed a gentle tune as she cradled the toy in her
arm and headed to her bedroom. She took a false book from her shelf and opened
it, removing a bottle of lube and replacing the book, then placing it and the
toy on her bedside table.
“Now then, my new favorite cocksleeve, you need a name.” She
spoke to herself as she unzipped her dress. “And what better than Julian? The
bashful boy who couldn’t even look me in the eye as he offered me a hole.”
The boy inside her toy shivered against his will. Even in
this situation, hearing Amelia say those words drove him wild.
She slid her shoulders free of the dress, and let it fall
down her body, relishing the cool air on her skin and fondling herself through
the simple black cotton panties. She hooked a thumb in the waistband and pulled
the panties down, her rigid cock standing at attention. She stroked it absentmindedly
as she returned to the side table, picking up the lube bottle and unscrewing
the top.
Then she picked up the toy, eyeing the waiting pucker at its
tip. She licked her lips and inserted the lube bottle, giving it a healthy
squeeze.
Staring up, Julian could sort of see out the tip of the toy,
but every time Amelia picked it up, he was thrown off his feet. He barely had
any time to steady himself before the lights when out again, and he heard the
plastic-y squelch of something far above him. A few seconds later, a drop of
lube half his size rolled over him and he shrieked as the force of it bowled
him over.
Amelia withdrew the lube bottle, set it on the table, and
replaced it with her index finger, shivering as she felt the internal ribbing
of Julian. Even that put her other toys to shame. She held it close to her ear
and savored the squelching sound as she finger-fucked the toy, and never once
heard the tiny man screaming inside. Sufficiently prepped, she pulled her
finger loose and prepared for the main event.
Julian stared into the light when the lube bottle was
removed, and cried out again when it was replaced, but sighed with as much relief
as he could muster when the replacement was only Amelia’s finger. Still, he
knew what was to come, and he whimpered as he saw what just that finger could
do.
With her new toy properly lubed, Amelia climbed onto her bed,
approached her mountain of pillows and wedged it between two of them at the
perfect height.
For a brief moment, Julian caught his breath and looked
toward the entrance of the fleshlight just in time to see the top of Amelia’s
cock line up with it. Foolishly, he ran forward. “Amelia! Amelia, wait!”
Amelia gently guided herself to the toy’s opening, then with
a practiced grace thrust the full length in in one smooth go.
Before Julian had time to register the darkness, he was run
over by the freight train that was Amelia’s girth, a perfect fit for the toy,
as it turned out. As she thrust deeper, he was smeared along the folds of the
toy’s ribbing, pinned underneath the warm, already slick skin of his crush’s
flawless phallus.
Amelia whimpered as she slid into the toy, savoring the
initial delight at the first touch. It was a perfect fit. Snug but not too
tight. It was like this toy had been sculpted exactly for her. She bit her lip
and soaked it in before the real fun began.
Julian was stunned, but to his surprise, he was also fine.
The impact had shocked him, but despite being smothered, everything seemed to
be intact and working. And despite the surreal horror of the goddess-like scale,
he had to admit he was ludicrously turned on by the whole situation.
Pulling herself together, Amelia steadied her breath. “Oh,
Julian. It’s like you were made for me. Let’s see how much you can take, hm?”
With that, she shifted her hips and slowly slid back out,
placing a hand on the backboard to steady herself for what came next.
Julian gasped as he felt her skin slowly glide over him,
sitting up and watching it retreat as best he could in the dark tunnel. And for
just a moment he forgot what was coming and called out for her to come back.
Amelia smiled, and drove herself deep into the toy, but
there was no pause this time. Forgoing any grace, she pulled straight back out
and proceeded to fuck the damn thing silly.
Julian got his wish for her to return and was reminded of
the perilous situation he was in. When Amelia re-entered the toy, he was
steamrolled again, but her instant withdrawal had an unexpected effect and his
body was lifted halfway out of the wrinkle he’d been forced into. When she
immediately re-entered, he was driven deeper into the toy, and when she pulled
out, he popped free altogether and hovered just long enough to be rammed head
on by her head.
In the privacy of her room, Amelia dropped any semblance of
dainty. She let her tongue loll out of her mouth and moaned long and low as she
christened her new favorite toy, putting one hand on the headboard to brace
herself and driving her other elbow down onto the pillow mountain to keep the
thing from slipping away with the force of her thrusting.
Julian’s world became a chaos of motion, his minuscule body
thrown this way and that by the battering of each thrust. In one moment, he’d
be flattened, in the next, he’d be driven toward the base of the toy, then
flung forward with the momentum and driven straight into her. At one point, he
was lifted just high enough that her cock pushed under him, and he rolled over
the top of it. As she withdrew, he was dragged along the top of the toy, then
forced back in before he could even consider that this was his best way to get
out. For Julian, there was no way out. Inside the toy, there was nothing but
darkness and Amelia’s dominant love muscle.
Amelia was in ecstasy. There was something about this toy,
about Julian, that drove her mad. With most toys, you quickly adjusted to the
texture, but with this every thrust felt like new, a slightly different
sensation to please her. Ordinarily, she could go at it for an hour or more if
she pleased, but all too soon, she felt her climax rising. “Oh shit, here it
comes, Julian, you little slut. Open wide for me!”
Despite the void-like sense of his new home, Julian could
hear Amelia perfectly. And without thinking, as he was thrown once more into
the base of the toy, he opened his mouth at the worst possible time.
Amelia fucked the toy harder than she thought possible until
the back of it collided with the bed’s headboard, then with one more final
push, she gasped and a winded sigh escaped her lips as she filled Julian to
bursting with several days’ pent up cum.
The real Julian, mouth agape, was immediately drenched, his
throat filled, and started to cough and gag as more and more of Amelia’s juices
buried him. Thankfully the horizontal angle meant that each spurt, after
thoroughly coating him, oozed down to the bottom wall and left him buried chest-deep,
but able to gasp for air.
Amelia crumpled against the pillows for a minute or two and
let the orgasm roll through her until she started to soften. Gently, she
extracted the toy from the pillows without pulling out. Then unceremoniously, she
pulled it off, set it base first on her nightstand and flopped over on the bed.
Julian tried to brace himself as he felt the toy being
moved, then suddenly everything turned 90 degrees and the closest thing he had
to a companion was pulled away. Before he could worry about that, gravity went
to work, and the hot mess that had dribbled away from him all came crashing
down to the base of the toy and rolled over his face. Thrashing against the
rapidly cooling flood, Julian kicked and fought until his head broke the
surface, and he whimpered as he realized his feet were no longer touching the
bottom, treading in the thick aftermath of Amelia’s fun.
Amelia lay back and sighed, basking in the afterglow. After
a few minutes, she rose and decided to tidy up. With her fun over, she didn’t
bother talking to the toy anymore. There would be time for that later. She
picked it up, walked out to the living room and placing it on the mantle
between their two actual candle sticks, then walked away to go clean herself
up.
Julian was shouting, screaming, trying to get her attention,
but his voice went completely unheard as the gothic goddess moved his home for
the foreseeable future with casual disinterest. He felt the toy rise, and as it
settled into place, he realized he had no idea how long he’d sit up here before
Amelia needed him again. Any fun he had found in this nightmare was gone as he
tread in her juices and hoped the self-cleaning toy lived up to its name.
Which it did, in time. There was a timer built into the toy,
to prevent it from burning off lube in the middle of anything. The
self-cleaning function activated automatically after standing upright for half
an hour.
In that half an hour, Amelia cleaned herself off, donned a
fresh pair of panties and the same dress, and returned to her chaise with a
book.
In that half an hour, Julian tried desperately to keep his
head above “water” while the very literal mess he was in cooled and hardened,
until he was unable to move, coated nearly head to toe in Amelia’s forgotten
aftermath.
When the self-cleaning function finally kicked on, the toy
buzzed so faintly that Amelia didn’t notice, and to Julian’s gratitude, it
worked fast. A small heater reliquefied everything and the toy started to feel
like a sauna as cum and lube slowly trickled to the bottom of the toy and
drained to god knows where, leaving Julian laying on the hot base of the toy,
still sticky, but, as the toy promised, otherwise unharmed.
He was absolutely exhausted and almost grateful to be
forgotten on the mantle for a while when he heard a door open ominously in the
distance.
“Amelia, I’m back.” Victor walked into the room, and his
eyes settled on the conspicuously candleless candlestick. “I’m not opposed to
an odd number, but these do tend to work better with a candle inside, sister
dear.”
He picked up the toy and Amelia blushed softly, but smiled,
rising to her feet and moving to her brother’s side. “That is no ordinary
candlestick, brother mine. That was a special birthday present from Emma.”
Victor looked at the mouth of the toy and his eyebrows rose
as he realized what he was holding. Inside, the tiny and newly reshaken
Julian’s blood ran cold when he saw Victor’s beautiful face above him. Victor
casually poked a finger into the toy, feeling the texture and smirking.
“Special indeed. For you?”
Amelia giggled. “Brother mine, you know we share
everything.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I’ve named it Julian.”
Of all the responses Julian expected, he wasn’t prepared for
Victor to purr. “A beautiful name, for a beautiful toy. May I get acquainted?
It’s been a long day.”
“Please do. Happy birthday, brother dear.”
Victor cradled the toy in the crook of his arm and carried
on to his room, completely oblivious to the tiny boy trying to get his
attention as thoughts of his full-sized form filled his mind.