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Right now though, all Ratchet can think about is how good it feels to be taken. For who or whatever is on top of him to thrust into his rear again and again. Pushing deeper, the knot pressing against his hole, spreading it, causing sparks of memory, the fennalope in his mind that’s taking his hole changes into the black and blue feline K-2373. The only knot he’s taken, the only thing his mind can create that can justify this feeling. His only experience, the flash of a feline toy under the constant stream of the fennalope toy that’s taking him. The perfect lover just like himself…

He hears the toy over him panting, moaning, grunting, balls smacking into him, knot ready to pop. The toy is ready to flood him with what will be one of many loads of sweet, delicious warming gizz that will be just tossing fuel to the fire, gasoline to the flames.

A loud squeaky pop, a deafening moan, a quick dull throb of pain, Ratchet’s anal ring spread out and around the knot as it is forced into him. Hot toy juices flowing deep within his body, sinking into him, working its way through his system, starting to work their magic on his body and mind.

“Oh my gosh…” he pants heavily, tugging at the constraints, head pressed against his arms, body held perfectly in place while wave after wave of toy seed is pulled into him. He can feel the essence flow, till it fades away, going deep within him, cultivating those moments. His rear milks and squeezes, taking in the juices, flooding into him deeper and deeper, pounded into their body and form. Their member twitching need, aching to be free, but loving the embrace of the bondage.

In Ratchet’s mind, he pictures himself, butt up so high, taken by this person, the perfect fennalope that he’s made in his mind. The warmth of their cock filling their body. The cock twitching within him, the knot? Do fennalopes have knots? Well, he has never met another one before… could be just him. Not a thought was spoken or translated into words for him to think about, simply a feeling in the far depths of his mind, that formed and went away, while the hypnotic voice continued its mantra into the deepest parts of his subconscious, which steadily became more appealing with each drop of cum from this person being pushed into him. Heaven.

He pants heavily, feeling the length in him, squeezing around that knot, hands gliding across his sides, teasing him, the soft muffled squeaks he can hear fills his ears. The warmth of their body. Focusing simply on what he can obtain, while left in total darkness. Thump, thump, thump. Blood flowing to his head, really able to feel the beat of his heart. The excitement going through him. Tensing, feeling like he’s done a workout when in reality, he is completely trapped in his bondage, attached to some contraption.

“Hmm, that was good for this one, it hopes it was good for you too,” says the voice that comes from the imagined fennalope.

“G-good,” he responds, barely able to make the words form and with much effort make them go from his mind to the world around him. Exhausted from his previous gang bang from the two wonderful toys, this was like a gentle cruise. But a cruise where he gets his ass taken by the sexiest stranger he’s never seen.

“Wonderful,” the voice replies.

The hands continue to caress his sides, squeaking loudly, trailing along his back, gently running along two points around his shoulder blades, “Yes, this one thinks those here would be good, that is in the works isn’t it? Here…” the voice says, the hands moving down his body, caressing the hips, “And here, right?”

“W-what?” he moans, shivering, that length, that twitching cock still within him, gentle tugs from the toy stretch the hole a little but just as a playful reminder that it is lodged deeply inside of him, ready to expand his hole at a moment's notice.

“Oh…” it chuckles, playful, devious, conniving, yet there’s underlying tones of care that lessen the blow of sheer terror that what the toy is about to say would have caused, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Ratchet tenses, squeezing the cock within him, making that voice moan out and then pull out with a loud pop, causing him to shudder, and gasp. Breathing heavily the rubber mouth whistling as his hole aches, closing back down to its original size, but the throb, and delight felt from being taken so harshly and wonderfully. “I never knew I had this in me… till I did,” he thinks. The collar around his neck feeds him the hypnotic voice, correcting him on his improper use of his words. Funneling into his sexual delight and tension that he’s feeling inside his mind, and in the world around him with the pent-up ache of his member.

“Now precious material. This one thinks that it's been given such a special task, to work with you. Feed you. You look so famished. This one does wonder if a mistake was made, letting you be left in a room, alone with this one,” it says, chuckling again.

Ratchet gasps, wondering, unsure what’s going to happen next. The soft squeaks caused by this toy, or perhaps rubber clad person is difficult to discern at times. Left in the cool room, feeling the air all around him, till suddenly the pressure and warmth of the person touching them, gives him only the vaguest of thoughts of where he actually is. After all, he could be on the other side pretending to touch the other simply to play with his mind. What is real? What’s just in his mind? He struggles to make sense of his limited information, making him focus on every touch, every sound, sense of smell hindered by the heavily latex scented air, making this devious fennalope teaser even harder to locate.

“Now, let's get you set up for something you’ll be very accustomed to for your new position,” the voice says, another devious chuckle, hands caressing along the sides, feeling the pressure of both of them, was the person in front of them? Or behind?

Suddenly noise from behind. The mental image of the fennalope changes from possibly being in front of him to behind, the lewd display of his well-used and full ass in the air, imagining just how it looks in his mind, feeding into his aching lust, unable to find that sweet release. Metallic noise, then one knee free, then the other, his butt drops, a moan escapes his lips, his back still stiff, unable to bend, but his legs become free to move, he’s about to make a move, an attempt at some kind of freedom, or try to remove the blindfold, to see this perfect fennalope that has been taking him so ravenously.

“Don’t move toy-to-be. This one needs you to get you into a new position, so relax and let this happen.”

“O-okay,” he replies, tensing slightly then relaxing, “Why did this… I just go with it?” he thinks, mind a little hazy, the lust adding a blanket and filter to every though. Headspace wanting to go with the sex, body craving the sex, wishing for some kind of climax, but his hands left away from his bound nulge body, his trapped member twitching, aching, feeling so good.

“Good toy-to-be,” the voice says, butt dropped, knees bending, another click and a loosening around the base of his feet, able to move and adjust, feet squeak and slide across the ground that feels harder than the floor by his head. Knees touch the ground, butt only slightly hiked, “Time to get you up… not that way, you dirty minded toy-to-be. But don’t you worry,” the voice says, feeling a hand caress along the back of his head, moving all the way down his back, fingers dancing along his spine, other hand, grabbing his chest, “You’re very free to have a dirty mind as long as everything else remains in clean working order,” it chuckles.

He’s lifted, hips straightening out, another click then a jerk, tightening and locking of his position. Legs still a little spread, but now he’s kneeling. Yes, the pressure on his knees, nothing terrible, just simply kneeling. A weird feeling given that his arms are raised against his chin, locked there. Like some lego toy that’s been reposed but left the hands in the previous way.

“Now, now, what to do with these,” the voice says.

“These? What are these that he? It? Is referring too?” he wonders. The lack of information adds to the tension, making it feel all the more real and delightful. That dash of fear to the sexual tension, the perfect brew to blow his mind out of the water and into a sizzling heat of the sexual frying pan, that’s been cooked up for him.

Another click, a lost in tension around the shoulders and arm, left arm moves, shifting so the hand doesn’t hit him in the face, but re-adjusted to be put on the back of his head. Ratchet’s hand gently massages and rubs his head, getting a little itch that he didn’t know it was there till he had the opportunity to deal with it. Much better, the soft squeaking, and rubbing against his head, while the other arm was put under the same process. Both hands pressing against his head, elbows out, posed like some kind of hostage.

“There we go,” the voice says, hand gently rubbing his face, rubbing under his chin, the smell of this person’s latex reaching his nose, a sweet tangy delight.

Ratchet pictures them leaning down, teasing and rubbing their face, this cute fennalope of his dreams all before him. The perfect reality made real only in his mind, pushing away any questioning of thoughts of what he’s wrong about who this is. Those were unimportant now. Only the fun and love of this moment does.

“One moment toy-to-be, let this one just check to make sure everything is in place then we can have a little bit of fun,” the voice says. Leaving Ratchet completely in the dark as to what will happen next, but a few ideas across his mind.

“Oh my gosh, this is so hot. I love it so much. How could this be as good as I imagined?” he wonders, tensing, moaning, grunting trying to fight against the constraints so he can hump the air, wanting to reach down to give that bulge a delightful squeeze.

“Such an eager toy-to-be,” says the voice, a soft squeak noise in front of Ratchet, guessing that he’s standing, moving around him, soft jingles of metal, tugs at the constraints that hold him in place.

He groans, shivering in delight, knowing he can’t move, yet the more he wanted to move, and couldn’t, the higher his pleasure and delight. The loss of control and power, to have it stripped from him… Words couldn’t describe how liberated he feels at this moment. To be simply there to enjoy the moment, and let all other things fall to the wayside.

“This one hopes you enjoy this. After all it bets you are so famished that you need a little something to keep you going,” the voice says.

He breathes in deeply, licking his lips, “Something with food. I am a little hungry, now that I think about it. Is this sexy person going to feed me as I am helpless? Why is that so hot?!” he thinks, mind stopping the collar, trying to gently, yet firmly correct his one glaring error.

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

A rush of excitement moves through him, his cock pushes against the rubber cushion, a struggle that has one clear end result, a complete lock out of his ability to get hard. Yet still, knowing the fact his body will lose, his body fights anyway, and it makes it all the hotter, all the more delightful, the moment building up when something warm presses against his lips.

It feels slick, tastes a little salty with a hint of something else? Wasabi? No… but maybe? His rubber covered tongue reaches out, feeling the tip push into his mouth, lips going around, ready to drag in whatever he’s been fed, “It does feel slick at the end, and its flared a little...ohh…”

The thoughts form in his head, the person’s twitching, throbbing member is being pushed into his mouth. The realization makes him tense, squeezing his butt cheeks, mouth puckering around the tongue, tongue going down along the underside, trying to explore and test if his hypothesis is correct on just what is being pushed into him. Perhaps it’s a dildo rather than a cock? Or a mouth plug? There are possibilities, but then a warm fluid is squirted into the top of his mouth and onto the back of his throat and tongue. Hypothesis tested and confirmed, science really does work.

The cock remains there at the mouth entrance, just dripping pre-cum into the hungry mouth, flowing down onto the tongue which licks and teases the length, doing what he ‘thinks’ will work best. Ideas of what he’s seen in pornographic movies, the internet, and pictures. His overall inexperience trying to be covered up by years of secondhand source material. He suckles the tip, tonguing the front, feeling the head flare a little bit.

“You are eager. This one will feed you. Toys-to-be still need food after all to help them grow into the proper toy they are to be,” the voice explains, hands reaching out to grab the top of Ratchet’s head.

Those fingers, trailing along the head, gripping the sides, holding him firm, preventing him from turning or moving his head at all. He’s completely overpowered by the one holding him. Gripping the base of his antlers, using them as a way to add leverage for what he’s about to do.

Ratchet swallows, saliva building in his mouth, his body knows what’s about to come before he does. The mouthwatering experience, the delicious meal to be fed directly to him, still not knowing the corruption and temporary effects it will bring, to help tenderize his mind so it can be fully molded properly later.

“Let’s hope you have a good gag reflex, if not, you’re going to get it now,” chuckles the toy.

Ratchet’s eyes go wide, “Wait… am I still under tha…” his mind is cut off from that thought, the cock sliding down his mouth running across his tongue, into the back of his throat. Hands tugging at the constraints, clenching down, ready to experience that gag reflex, body ready to have it but as luck has it, he’s still under the gag-be-gone spray. He relaxes, feeling the length slide down into his throat. Nostrils whistling, breathing heavily in it. He moans, suckling the full length of the dick, the knot bumping against his lips.

“Good toy-to-be,” it moans, holding onto the base of Ratchet’s antlers with his fingers, holding most of his head still, some free fingers run across the side of his head, along his rubber clad ears. The toy pounding into the warm inviting mouth over and over, letting the pre-cum flow, feeding the hungry toy-to-be, with the juices that will help him become what it ought to be.

With a piston motion the length sides in and out of Ratchet’s mouth. His head unable to follow, bob with it. He’s held there firm, another layer of bondage put over him. His cock twitches, waiting to rise up when the cock slides into his hungry maw. Breathing gets heavier, quicker, deeper. Moans are blocked by a delightful pleasure rod, slipping into his mouth.

Each squeaky bounce of the toy’s knot against his lips, pushing in past, mouth widening to accompany it for just a few seconds, going hard enough to feel the gentlest of traps of some balls against his chin. Or was it that? Or something else? If anything at all. His mind picturing that most perfect fennalope taking him, looking down at him with a loving wanting domineering smile. That cute sleek muzzle, that bushy rubber tail behind it. How wonderful of a moment is this to happen to a simple person like himself? All just thoughts, feelings, without words, just there to be experienced, mind wandering about the scenario. How delightful.

The toy moans, shuddering, flooding his mouth with the toy’s juices, forcing it down his mouth, letting him drink up every last drop, “Such a good toy-to-be, and already trained on that gag reflex? Perfect. This one will be sure to give that throat of yours a very good workout,” it says, continuing to pump fluids into Ratchet’s mouth, that he’s all too happy to drink. Not wanting to lose a single drop, letting it go down his throat, warming his belly, letting the corruption of what it is doing to him spread and become a part of him for the next twenty-four plus hours. Letting the suggestively of the collar, and those around him sink in. To feel what a good idea it is to be a toy, but not any toy, but a good toy.

“How about three more of these and we’ll get you into a pose that this one just knows you will be aching to enjoy,” it says, the voice dripping with teasing undertone. And though blindfolded, Ratchet could just feel the devious smile coming across the person’s face. Picturing that fennalope in his mind, toying with him. Making him think of what is there next, forgetting that his mouth is to be filled three times more over before he even gets there.

Panting, body aching in delight, cock twitching even harder. Ratchet has never felt so exhausted from having to do nothing. Simply because he could do nothing as the toy filled his mouth several times more, feeding him the ‘food’ he needs to keep going.

He shudders, pants, hearing the familiar click and jingle of metal, his knees and ankles able to move and bend again, but only to lift himself up. Standing once more, posing like some kind of rock star with his hands behind his head, chest out. His entire body is then lifted, turned, but for what purpose.

“This will do. Toy thinks you need to be able to get a good idea of everything when you can see again,” it says. The promise of being able to see again makes his heart race. Never before has a simple gesture meant so much to him. Yet part of him feels a tug, that sadness of goodbye. From the experience he’s grown to love more than ever before of being blindfolded.

More jingle, body wobbling, feeling the person’s hands across his arms, unlocking his right hand, moving it down toward his crotch feeling it move close to his bulge, his cock twitching, aching, ready to rise up to meet his hand, knowing what personal delights it could bring, the rubber cushion straining, squeaking, bulge throbbing as hard as his dick. Then his arms and wrist are locked into place.

“Ahh perfect, this just screams this one,” it says. A moment later, a hand caresses Ratchet’s head, untying the blindfold, letting it slip free.

“Ah!” Ratchet exclaims, squinting the lights blinding him for a few seconds longer, preventing him from taking in the smooth flat rubbery face of his captor, a toy that he’s never seen before. The toy’s soft blue eyes and rubber hair are the first things that come into view. The toy is so close that it blocks the rest of the world around them. Their black rubber body has fading blue and white marks around their shoulders, arms and hands, from the knees down with curving watery markings. An exotic feel with their noseless look.

Like all the other toy’s Ratchet has seen, this one is no exception with the cuffs and collar around their ankles and wrists. The blue cuff with black band, with delightful glowing lettering that says “Fuck Toy” on the cuffs while the collar has a golden leash point with a matching half sprocket tag that reads D-5373. The reality of the sexy and cute fennalope that has been taking him this whole time has been shattered, but it's been replaced by the equally as sexy and delightful toy. His eyes wander down to the twitching throbbing light blue cock between the toy’s legs, the delightful knot and curves, “I really got the color wrong of that cock. Got the shape right though,” he thinks.

The rest of the room comes into view. Expecting some extreme bondage room, yet instead is greeted to a simple, elegant bedroom with a canopy bed in the center, large enough to have three or four people be on it with room to spare. The entire room is set up to look like a generic sleeping room of someone’s home.

Then came the realization that Ratchet can see himself. At first it's a passing glance out of the corner of his eye, then as he looks turning his head to the left of him is the full bodied mirror that reveals exactly why he’s not been able to move, and a full view of his sleek rubber clad self, “Th-that’s me?” he shudders, seeing the sleek rubber body, the tight squeeze of it around his form and the silver aluminum posing stand that he’s attached to. With full joints lining along anchor points. He sees the tight locking mechanisms that keep each limb in place wherever the toy before him desires.

His current pose, evil and delightful in its construction. His hand so close to his bulge, the obvious twitch of his member. The sight of it being so close to him, he couldn’t help but want to touch it. His fingers reach out from the point in the stands, trying to touch it. His hips jerk forward but they too are held in place by a belt… wait a belt?

“W-hen did that get on there?” he asks.

“What did what get on where?”

“My hips.”

“Your belt? Oh this one put it on you as it was stuffing your cute ass toy-to-be. This one was in charge of making sure it fit just right, and is putting it to good use,” it says with a teasing grin.

“O-oh…” he says, fingers trying to reach out, touch his bulge. His cock strains as hard as it can, shifting a little. Did his member shift? Did he manage to get in touch with it? Will he be able to do even more? Just a little more stimulation, a little more pressure and perhaps he can edge himself over into the realm of a climax, just a little more. The very tips of his fingers press about the bulge. The latex covering his hands make it nearly impossible for him to feel the shift, but the slight friction caused… “So close,” he thinks, fingers wiggling.

Cock twitch, pressing, pushing, vibrations caused by the micro touches, his member responding to it with delight. A forlorn hope of something to come of it… to cum at all, how delightful it would be. He never thought of himself as being that sexual in the first place, to look for a climax, to masturbate, but now? He couldn’t get his mind off of it. The delight to feel something so great and grand.

“How does this pose look? Looks good huh? This one thought so,” it says, walking around him, hands gently teasing along his body, looking over to him, “This one thinks it will call this pose, a climax too far. Or just short of the peek. Hard to decide, you know? Though not nearly as hard as you… well if you are able to be hard in there? Are you?” it asks with that fiendish grin that Ratchet imagined the toy to have. Another thing his imagination got right about this sexy toy before him.

Ratchet grunts, panting, “Never been so hard in my life… but it's all locked away, the rubber bulge, keeping me locked up. I’m not up but I feel so hard,” he says with a pant, tensing, squeaking, “I… I just said that, didn't I?”

D-5373 smiles, gently rubbing along Ratchet’s chest, playing with the rubber covered nipples, gently caressing them, squeezing them hard enough to push past the fur, and touch Ratchet’s real ones, adding to the pleasure and delight, “Yes you did toy-to-be. Isn’t it good to be honest? Honest with yourself?” it asks, the toy’s cock rubbing along Ratchet’s thigh, a constant reminder that it can be used on him at any moment.

“Feels good?” he responds, unsure of himself, but at the same time truer words have never slipped from his mouth before. A tingle ran down his spine, the collar spoke into his mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“That is what this one thought,” it responds, moving its cock in between Ratchet’s bulge and his hand, blocking the connection, grinding his length against the hand, pushing his fingers back so the Fenelope can’t touch the bulge. Leaving his cock for wanting all the more.

“W-what are you?” he moans, panting, gently caressing the toy’s length, feeling how twitching, throbbing delightful it is against his fingers, wishing that it was his own length right there right now.

“This one? It’s a toy of course.”

“I can see that, but species? Never saw.”

“Oh, this one is a pre-approved new unique species created through its Maker, and Maker’s Maker, who was gracious enough to allow this one to reach its full potential as a delightful toy unit.”

“Which is?”

“This one is modeled after the rare Tiniking species.”

“I never heard of it. Must be very rare. I know a bit about being a rare species… hybrid here.”

“Are you now? This one thought you looked rather unique and oh so cute,” it says, moving in close, licking across Ratchet’s lips, giving him a passionate kiss, tongue swirling in Ratchet’s mouth, “That explains Maker’s decision to utilize this one. One unique species deserves another,” it says, after breaking the kiss.

“I-I suppose,” Ratchet says, shuddering, the toy pulling away, allowing his fingers to once again ever so gently grace along his bulge, which if anything more makes the situation worse, not better.

“This one can suppose a lot of things, but it will take one thing as a fact,” it says moving behind the fennalope, hands gently caressing their thighs.

“Which is?”

“It will be inside you before you can respond to this sentence,” it says, shoving itself back up into Ratchet’s body.

A moan escapes his lips, the words of the toy rang true, before he could even process what was being said. Firmly taken, held tightly against the toy, which didn’t mind there is a metal pose ball skeleton attached to Ratchet. It still pressed itself closer, humped, and teased the becoming toy, giving little rest, no quarter, so it can continue to push in deeper the pleasure of what is happening to him, and further feeding him the toy juices needed him to be.

Taken, teased, this pose lasted a fair longer, purposely done to drive him even closer to that wanting edge that he’s been so eager to experience. He pants even harder, faster, grunting, unable to get around his current position, until it is changed once again.

“It's best to keep changing things up, otherwise it will get rather stale and boring, and who wants boring now?” D-toy asks, fiddling and playing with the pose ball stand, lowering Ratchet back down into a knew pose, one where he’s on all fours, butt slightly hiked, legs spread, making him completely exposed to the toy that’s licking across his muzzle.

“Such a good toy-to-be. But we’ll make you even better, but first… this one wants to do something. It’s been on its mind for a while, and now is as good of a time as any so do it.”

“Do what?” Ratchet asks, knowing there is nothing he can do to stop the toy from doing whatever it wants with him, but his curiosity is overwhelming, but its still a fraction of a percent of his desire to fuck, to be taken, to reach a climax. The broken inhibitions and constant lust not lost upon him as he became ever so suggestable to the toy’s and more importantly the collar’s words.

“Relax, this one will take good care of you. Just stay there and let it do its thing.”

“Okay,” he replies, gulping, feeling an odd urge to wiggle his hips, but the ball constraints prevent this thought from ever reaching past a passing fancy, an impossible dream right now. To be able to move on his own. To not be held in place like a simple objectified mannequin. Though the current idea of it and the situation is far hotter than he ever thought it could be, and he’s not complaining by any means.

“Hmm… no, no this isn’t right.”

“What isn’t right?” he asks, heart starting to beat faster.

“This pose. It’s just so… boring, don’t you think? It’s boring isn’t it?”

“I-I suppose so? I am not experienced at being a pose ball.”

The toy stands up, walking around Ratchet, “There has to be something else with this, something toy is missing,” it says, sitting on Ratchet’s back, placing one foot up on its upper thigh, leaning forward, thinking, “Come on, there has to be something better than just this. Come on! What’s up with this one not coming up with an idea… wait a second. Up, that’s it!” it says with a squeaky snap of its fingers.

“What’s it?” Ratchet asks.

“You’ll see,” it says, unlocking the hints around his hips and shoulder, “All this one needs to do is flip the situation around and we’ll be good,” it says, flipping Ratchet onto his back, arms and legs behind him, reverse crab walking position, legs spread, body exposed, throbbing twitching bulge right there, ready to be used and teased with. The sudden move made a similar position feel all the more exposed, heightening tension.

“Oh my gosh,” he pants, swallowing a lump in his throat, still tasting some of that toy’s aftertaste lingering on his tongue.

“Much better! Now this one has a real thinking chair to use, to figure what to do next with you,” the toy says, moving to sit right on Ratchet’s bulge.

The bound up fennalope moans, grinding wanting to buck his hips, feeling that toy’s butt press down onto the bulge, squeezing his length easing him further, yet giving not enough to find release, only building up the pressure that is damming behind his locked up length.

“Oh my gosh… please let me have release,” he begs, looking up at the toy, which looks down at him, facing him, cock still in view, twitching, but the toy runs its fingers along its own chin, reaching down to gently pet his head.

“Hush now toy-to-be. The real toy is thinking of what to do next with you. You can’t tell it what to do,” it replies, giving Ratchet’s nose a little love tap.

He squeaks, tensing, moaning, squirming in his bondage, feeling the weight of the toy’s words more than the weight of its body on his aching covered and nullified crotch, “Below a toy?” he thinks, while replying, “Y-yes…” The realization that he’s submitting to a toy like this toys and teases with his mind, the collar only exacerbating the problem in the most delicious of ways.

After several minutes of thinking, the toy grinding its butt against the nulge, keeping the fennalope on edge, the toy’s eyes light up, snapping its fingers, “This one has another brilliant idea!” it says in delight, sliding its body purposely back and between Ratchet’s legs, grinding itself, cock and all against the bulge.

He moans, watching the toy pull away, squirming, throbbing, aching, needy. His thoughts a bit simpler, as his desire to fuck grows ever stronger, mind placed in a haze that is just soaking up the desires his body has always had within him, becoming a constant throb in his mind like his member is constantly throbbing, held in a sea of rubber bondage delights.

“You are going to be doing so many sex acts, that perhaps something a little different is in order, don’t you think?”

“Y-yeah, something different in order,” Ratchet replies, grunting, panting.

“How about this then?” it asks, leaning down, giving the bulge a long-wet lick from the base all the way across the front to the tip.

He shudders, curling his toes, wiggling, panting, feeling the soft pressure of rubber along his length giving him a fraction of what he would feel if his cock was free, but given how bound his length is, and how needy it is, he already feels like he’d do anything just for another one of those licks.

And another came, this one painting across off to the right, while the one that followed that was a bit to the left. Hoping from one side to the other, the toy licks across the entire bulge making it glisten in the light, “There we go, just getting it ready.”

“Ready?” Ratchet asks, wanting to know the answer but fearfully excited of what is to come next.

“To do this,” it replies, pressing its lips across the bulge, and blowing air hard, to raspberry Ratchet’s bound crotch, sending vibrations into it, right into the needy member, a dreadful tease that is never going to be enough to get off, but is plenty damn enough to keep Ratchet on the edge begging for more.

The toy continues, watching Ratchet squirm, feeling him try to press harder to get more, listening to the sweet moans and whistling pants he’s given, expressing more in body language than in formable words of just how delightful and teasing this situation is. The toy smirks, continuing to toy with him, play with him, mate with him. Give him a dozen more poses over the next several hours.

“This has been fun,” says D-5373, looking over the toy, gently caressing their head, thumb pressing into the rubber to massage the real deal behind it, making the fennalope moan and shudder in delight, “But it's time for this one to go and leave you to the next team. But once you’re free again, always hit this one up, it will enjoy you any time,” it says with a wink.

“Y-you’re leaving?” he asks, wiggling against the bondage that keeps him in his current pose.

“Of course, toy has done its job like any good toy would like to be. Like this one knows you want to be, toy-to-be. But even for us toys, all good things must come to an end sometime.”

“B-but…”

“Oh, this one has a lovely butt, thank you,” it says with a wink, moving toward the door.

“You are going to leave me in this pose?!” he squeaks, forcing the soft exhausted ‘yell’ he could muster.

“Yup!” he says with a chuckle, looking back at Ratchet, who is sitting on the bed, in a thinking man pose, “See you again later!” it sings, exiting the room.

“What am I going to do now?” Ratchet huffs, feeling a shiver of delight, tensing against the pose ball stand bondage, “Well at least I’m in the pose to think about this situation. It’s so lovely but... Hmm it is so nice. Best job I’ve ever had…” he says with a soft panting, wanting to reach down, only to touch himself…

“Good toys don’t touch themselves.”

“Good toys get pleasure from servicing others.”

“Toys don’t need to climax.”

“You are a good toy.”

Ratchet takes a moment to think, “The collar. This voice. It’s K-2373’s voice. It’s rather soothing. Nice. This is all to help me just enjoy myself? This is a toy store anyway right? They are really thanking me hard for the work I did? How sweet of them. But perhaps I should go home maybe? Or get some sleep. I’ve been up for a while, and working hard. And I need to fix those other pods still…”

His train of thought is broken by a click, the door opening, popping out of the door is a toy that leaps in with a rambunctious energy, “Hello toy-to-be! It is we, the best toys to ensure you are having a wonderful time!” exclaims a sleek white rubber toy with orange yellow markings and hair. The toy has orange cuffs with a blank band with matching colored fuck toy text. From here his blurred vision makes it impossible to read the tag that says, “S-4375.”

“H-hello?” he asks, wiggling, tail swaying, unable to move, but looking at the toy.

“Oh, don’t get up on our account. This one will let you think there,” it says, with a soft mew.

“You could help this one with the equipment,” says another toy, a sleek black body with purple and blue stripes, white bellied anthropomorphic feline toy. The toy’s long pink hair fades to blue at the ends. Their cuffs and collar are pink with a black band with matching pink lettering. On their golden tag is their designation, X-4375.

Despite Ratchet’s blurred version, there are two things that he can see that catches his attention. The first is a large black duffel bag that is as long as the toy that is holding it is tall. The other has clear hot pink matching handles on their hips and when it turns to the other toy, he sees another set on their back, “So hot,” he thinks.

“This one knows you can handle it,” it says with a playful wink, sauntering over to Ratchet, “And look how D-5373 left this toy-to-be. All held up and bonded up, using our pose stand system without permission? That toy never changes,” says S-toy.

“We could heat them up and mold them into a different shape. That would change them a lot,” X-toy says with a sly grin, placing the bag on the bed, which bounces and squeaks from the weight.

Ratchet helplessly eyes the bag, seeing the two toys look over him, full of lust and wonder, what the two toys have in store for him. The thoughts of what happened not that long ago but seeming forever after all that has occurred, raising the sexual tension he’s feeling. Building up the moment, panting heavily, watching the toy’s cocks twitch and ache in the cool air, knowing they are soon going to be used on him. He can only imagine the taste of them in the recesses of his mind.

“True, and the irony of it is not lost on this one, but first let's get this one toy-to-be out of this stand, and let them stretch a little,” says S-toy working to unlock ratchet from his current bondage. The sudden restraints are removed, feeling the sudden freedom to be a little frightening, unsure, after such a period of time of having it all done for him, but he quickly recovers.

“T-thank you. And more toys? I’m not sure how much I can take. I need to get rest to be able to fix the other pods tomorrow,” he squeaks softly, gently rubbing his hands together with a squeak, feeling an urge to touch his bulge, hands subtly moving closer to it till the white and orange toy gently grabs his wrists.

“You’ve done such a good job so far. No need to worry about that till it needs to be worried about, okay? Stretch, relax, and..” the toy says, reaching over to X-toy, grabbing something that is hanging off their handle, “This one believes this is yours,” it says handing him his glasses.

“My glasses? Thank you. It’s good to see clearly again,” he squeaks, placing them on his head, feeling the glasses bend a little against the suit, the tightness lost due to the rubber’s protection, and muting his senses, but at least now he’s able to see clearly once again.

“Welcome. We’ll be careful not to break them.”

X-4375 says, “This one does find them cute too. Why don’t you lay down on the bed, while this one gets the tools out. It has so many products it wants to show you. Get your opinion on them,” it says with a giddy squeak, unzipping the bag.

The sound of the zipper being pulled sends shivers through Ratchet’s spine. His body is given a moment to relax and move about, but the request to lay on the bed. Something about it felt too good to ignore. He does as he is told, laying on it, belly first, butt a little hiked. Already feeling a desire to be taken from behind by the toys, while curious attention is put toward that black bag and what’s coming out of it.

“First we have a wonderful selection of toys, that we’ll be trying out on you,” it says, slowly pulling out various dildos and butt plugs of various sizes. Each one a little more exotic and erotic than the last, “Now you’ll have to just tell this one which ones really hit your buttons as we work on you. It is going to have so much fun with you,” it says, the toys lined up like weaponry for an action movie.

“You get to have fun with all the toys, but this one is here to make sure that this lovely toys-to-be true potential as a gay fuck toy comes out and blossoms like a beautiful flower,” says S-toy, the toy’s cock twitching to its own words. It moves toward Ratchet’s head gently petting him, “This one just knows you are going to love everything we are going to do.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks, looking at the toy, watching that twitching flesh colored cock, beads of translucent orange rubber pre-cum lingers on the cock tip. He eyes it, feeling a slight hunger build within him, licking his rubber lips that are still wet with the previous toy cum lubricant, the flavor of which lingers on even now.

“Have a lot of fun with that cute mouth and ass of yours,” S-toy explains.

“And this one will have so much fun testing out our products, but first let's get you a little geared up and test out those cuffs of yours,” says X-toy.

“My cuffs have been well tested.”

“Never hurts to be rigorous with the tests,” it explains.

“It's to see how high quality our products are you see,” S-toy explains, sitting on its own feet, legs apart, cock hovering over ratchet’s head, “Arms behind your back please, toy-to-be.”

Ratchet looks up at the toy, that loving feline smile, coy, yet full of secrets. But the words from the toy bounced in its head, like the whispers from the collar. Why would he refuse this toy? He’s been having so much fun already. Go along with the suggestion. What’s the worst that could happen? He slips his arms behind his back, in a reverse U pattern, helped along by X-toy that adjusts the positioning. It uses a black leather strap to attach to Ratchet’s upper arm cuffs, locking and forcing his arms better into position.

“This will only take a moment and the real fun can begin,” says X-toy, tugging on the constraint, testing the bondage before wrapping a soft double arm slave around Ratchet’s arms. Tightening them up with a series of belts, one after another, before connecting it with a strap from the belt bands to the middle of the strap that is holding his arms, locking them further into place.

Ratchet watches helplessly as his arms are bound, squirming like a worm, he tries to see what the toy is doing, feeling the tight embrace, feeling how soft the cushion is which is heavily muted by the rubber. The toy behind him tests the constraints, giving them a nice firm tug before smacking him on the butt with a rubbery smack. “Eeee!” he squeaks, feeling the hands linger on his behind, gently kneading and spreading his cheeks.

“That’s such a cute squeal you made,” says S-5373, cock moving closer, the toy’s legs putting blinders on the fennalope, “This one can’t wait to have you enjoy it. But before you get too distracted…” it says, gently running a finger across Ratchet’s ear, thumb caressing the inside, giving a little tease, “It thinks it should let its fellow toy have some fun with your rear. What did you have in mind first?” it asks looking at the black and purple toy.

“Toy was thinking of trying out either the pump,” it says, putting a hot pink anal plug pump right onto Ratchet’s back, letting him get a vague idea of the feel and the size of the plug.

He lifts his head, trying to get a view, back arching, straining, only seeing bits of the plug with the large tube and pump it is attached to.

“That seems kind of too traditional for this, don’t you think? Not every day we get to play with a toy-to-be like this. And only this one is able to give it exactly what it needs to reach the potential of what a toy is.”

“This one knows, the last dose has been given to A-6371. This poor toy-to-be. It’s not sure if it will be able to walk once they are done with them.”

“W-what?” Ratchet asks, squirming butt tensing, tail giving a playful flick.

“This is why this one thought the pump would of been a good way to prepare it,” it explains, giving the pump a few pumps, the hiss of air heard, the stretching of latex, followed by a long drawn out hiss as it lets the air out, “See what this one means?”

S-toy gently caresses and pets Ratchet’s head, “This one does, but again its so boring. Don’t we have something a bit livelier for you to use?”

“Well… this one does have the locator.”

“Ohhh the locator? That’s a good one. This one suggests that one.”

Ratchet lets out a soft meep, “T-the locator?” he asks, already knowing what toy that is, excited and fearful that it's going to be used on him.

“You don’t know about the locator?” asks X-toy with a giggle, “That settles it, this one will use that on them then,” it says.

Ratchet tenses, “Oh my gosh…” he says squirming, wiggling a bit, the toy behind him lifting his rump up into the air.

“Keep that cute butt up, spread those legs.”

“Y-yes…” he squeaks, doing as he’s told, finding it so hard to resist the sexy toy behind him. Trying to look but now it's impossible to see what it’s doing. The pump butt plug that was put onto his back rolling down his body, stopping at the small of his back.

“X-4375, you should have had taken this toy off of it before having them raise their butt,” it says, taking the pump, putting it off to the side.

“Sorry, this one is a little excited that it can get some toys to test on them. Get some nice feedback before they get too deep in the toy process.”

“We have to remain professional about this. Customer service is important.”

“It is, but this toy-to-be, won’t be a customer for long,” X-toy says with a soft singing in their voice.

“W-what?” Ratchet responds then moans softly, hearing the collar speak.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy wants to be a good toy.”

“Good toys obey.”

The simple phrases pull him back into a state of euphoria, body aching, wanting, needing to enjoy more, the toy’s hands gently run across his head more, caressing, holding, pressing his face closer to the toy’s twitching shaft and smooth white rubber balls, “You’ll see toy-to-be, very soon. Or should this way say… to feel,” chuckles S-toy, it looks over to its fellow toy, “Perhaps a demonstration and explanation of how it works? Hmm?”

“What a lovely idea, this one will use the ostrich?”

“Ostrich?!” exclaims Ratchet, his butt tensing, mind running through the thought of the massive egg pushing into his rear, spreading him to his limits and far beyond, “I can’t take that! That’s far too big!”

“On this mostly virgin ass? This one thinks it's a bit too much. How about the…”

Ratchet feels a sense of relief, thinking, “Please pick the chicken. Please pick the chicken.”

“The jumbo goose. A bit big, but not too big,” S-toy suggests.

“This one supposes that it can work,” it says, ruffling through the bag, finding the item, a large white goose egg with a wire at the end, “But this one is going to set it at max.”

“Max?!” he exclaims, tensing, feeling a shiver rush down his spine.

“Relax, it won’t be like that all the time,” says X-4375, rubbing its own length with a squeak, squeezing out pre-cum, gently rubbing it along the egg, feeling it vibrate against its length, “Ohh that feels so good.”

“How about you cum love, so you can get that egg all lubricated. Don’t want this poor toy-to-be left wanting for too long.”

X-toy shudders and moans, hot sticky seed shoots out, flowing across the egg, some of the spurts, shooting up hitting across Ratchet’s aching used hole. The warm juices seeping through the fennalope’s body, his body tensing, panting heavily, “Oh my gosh…”

The toy rubs out all the seed, massaging it across the egg, “Using toy’s trigger. This one will get you back for that,” it says with a playful wink.

“This one would expect nothing less,” it replies, giving a playful wink.

“Wonderful,” it replies, X-toy pushes the toy against Ratchet’s eager rear. The sleek egg pushing against the opening, spreading it wider and wider, the gentle vibrations, helping it slide in. The toy using its thumb to press at the tip and deeper into it.

Ratchet moans, squirming, “Oh my gosh…” it mutters, thinking in the back of its mind, _“This high vibration isn’t as high as I’d thought.” _ He grunts, the egg spreading his hole wider than it has before sliding in completely, the soft vibrations pressing against his prostate, making his cock vibrate along with it, pressing against the rubber, adding to his pleasure, making his member become ‘tickled’ adding to the edging of his body.

“Now, to turn on the locator,” says X-toy with a sly grin that Ratchet can’t see. The sleek black and pink toy grabs the magic wand. It flicks on the wand and there’s a sudden boost in vibrations of the egg within Ratchet’s body.

“Oh my gosh!” he exclaims, squeezing the egg, the vibrations pressing harder against his prostate.

“Now let's start far away and work our way closer. The farthest the wand is from the egg, the lower the vibration is for the wand and the egg, but the closer it gets…” X-toy says moving the wand closer to Ratchet, the egg speeding up, causing him to squirm and wiggle his rump. He pants louder, toes curling, hands clenching into fists.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, this is how I imagined,” he moans, the wand moving away from his rump, going to the base of his head, feeling the wand's vibration moving through the latex, a soft tender vibration.

“Seems you have a lovely reaction to it. Wonderful, enjoying yourself?”

“Y-yes…” he pants, toes wiggling.

“Good, now S-5373, why don’t you start yourself off and this one will work to tease them.

“No, no, go ahead, do a bit more teasing, get them worked up before they’ll be used by this one to fully coast them along.”

The toy continues to rub the wand along Ratchet’s back in small circles, the vibrations increasing and decreasing in tune with the circles of both the wand and the egg, “You really want this one to tease this toy-to-be for a while longer?”

“We both know it won’t be a while, but this one knows how much you wanted to test out some of the toys, test this one out. And then we’ll get going.”

“Oh, alright, cum,” it says the toy moving the wand up, watching its fellow toy climax, shooting hot sticky streams of orange colored toy seed onto the magic wand, which the toy happily moves up and down the toy’s length. Some of the seed landing onto Ratchet’s head.

“Now that’s not fair. This one thought you’d do that when this one was giving the toy-to-be a mouth full.”

“Oh that would be so cliche’, this one thought this is a much better idea,” X-toy replies, moving the cum covered wand to in front of Ratchet’s mouth, “Now toy-to-be, why don’t you clean this a bit before it uses it more on you.”

He squeezes the egg harder, letting out a soft squeak, unable to manage the words before licking across the wand, tasting the toy’s seed, having a strange orange-creamsicle flavor to it. The wonderful toy juices, seeping into Ratchet’s body. This seed is special, unique to this store that caters to having gay toy units. Though open to sex of all genders, the specialization is male, and this is no exception. The seed breaks down the barriers between sexuality, making this toy-to-be more open to the possibility to other forms of sex, but at the same time it will find that kernel of Ratchet’s homosexuality and ramp it up to an eleven. Feeding it, fostering it, helping it grow, so he can become the best gay toy possible.

At the moment though, it won’t show much of anything in Ratchet’s personality, being as gay as he already is. But it opens that window of possibility that may possibly never be closed as its locked into place. The fennalope locked in its task, licking across the wand, feeling the vibrations move across the tongue, into his body, sensing the double whammy he’s experiencing, driving him even more wild in lustful pent-up need.

“That’s it, good, very good,” it replies, moving the wand across his lips, making sure he gets every drop there, before pulling the wand away.

S-toy meanwhile continues to pet and caress his head, “This one hopes you enjoyed your preview, for you are getting a lot more soon,” it says, looking over to its fellow toy unit, watching it continue to tease the toy-to-be.

The wand moves across Ratchet’s back, going along the strap that helps keep his arms up, letting the increasing vibrations move through him, before running it slowly up and along his sides. The fennalope pants and wiggles trying to squirm his way from it but is held helplessly between the other toy’s thighs, making it impossible for him to get away. The wand moves under his body, along his nipples, where X-toy presses the wand against them, letting the vibrations move through the suit and into him.

“Oh my gosh!” he grunts, trying to do something with his butt wiggling, ready to drop down but a pair of hands from the other toy keep him up, helpless to lower it. Helpless to move against these toys, as the wand moves up and along his chests, pressing one nipple and then the other again and again, making sure they are equally teased.

Ratchet bites his lower lip, the pleasure increasing but the worst is yet to cum and he knows it. The wand moves down the center of his body, feeling it grow in intensity, closer toward his null bulge and then… it’s there/. The egg in his rear and the wand are near maximum, he can hear and feel them revving up. The sensations reverberate through his body, the wand pressing harder against his cock.

His member strapped and well-padded in its prison can feel the vibration from the egg, feeding his member from the inside, pushing against the base of his member, throughout its length that try as it might, it never gets hard. While from the other end, in perfect harmony the wand pushes down against the rubber, sending the vibrations all across his length and against his underside. If there was something that could send him over the edge, this had to be it.

His hips press down on the wand, wanting to edge out that last bit needed to put him over the edge, yet as he feels the building damn, getting ready to burst, S-toy says, “Don’t cum toy-to-be, you don’t want to ruin the moment now,” it explains.

The dripping spigot has been tightened. His member soaking up in his own drippy lust, yet now no matter what he feels he can’t get over the edge. He was so close but now feels farther away than ever. Something about those words, being told not to cum. It resonates within him, and it drives him wild with ever growing frustration.

Ratchet looks up at the feline, with pleading eyes, yet all he gets back in return is a gentle pet, “Good toy-to-be. Now this one can start to use you like the toy you ought to be,” it replies, picking Ratchet up by the chest, hands holding him nice and firm, lining up his head with his cock, lowering it down onto his length, “Suck toy, and be good about it,” it states.

Ratchet’s eyes shift from the toy to its member, realizing that he’s completely helpless to these toys. The wand continuing to tease him, drive him into a pent-up lustful state, feeling an eagerness to play and serve the toy in front of him, perhaps in a vain hope that it will be pleased enough to let him cum, or perhaps the fact he’s on edge for this long and this much is a reward enough as it is.

His mouth wraps around the throbbing member. The delightful flavor returns to him, soothing him, but also adding fuel to the fire. His tongue runs across the cock, enjoying the sleek underside, the squirm of cum that was still hidden in the length, drawing more of it out.

“Cum,” says X-4375 with a coy grin on its face, the words in the back of Ratchet’s mind are a vague hope that it’s for him, but he knows deep down it’s not, which is only confirmed when a stream of hot sticky, delicious seed is flooded into his mouth.

S-5373 grunts and mews, guiding Ratchet’s body quickly up and down his length, forcing the fennalope’s head to follow suit, “That’s no fair! This one wasn’t expecting that one. Cum!” it says in retaliation.

X-4375 shudders and moans, streams of hot purple toy juices gush out of its length spraying along Ratchet’s thighs, feeling the warmth flow across his rubber clad body, while he continues to drink down the most delicious seed he’s had. Though admittingly his list of flavor seeds he’s tried is for a moment rather short.

“That’s fair, this one deserved that one. But where’s the fun if you expect it when it gives the command to you?” it says with a playful wink.

“This one knows, and it was a good one. At least this toy-to-be can rate this one’s seed.”

“Always a fan of your flavor, aren’t you?”

“It’s the best after all.”

“This one thinks its own taste pretty good.”

“Second only to this one.”

It sighs, “Sure, cum along and give this one that word again.”

Gulp after gulp he takes down the seed, another wave, another tease by one toy to another. Such fiendish delights that and Ratchet couldn’t help but left wanting more. The wand continues to tease him between his legs, his head going up and down, drinking down the toy juices, letting them affect him further, the desire for cock somehow growing even higher. A blissful euphoria being thrown at him, headfirst in a sea of unexplainable delights. His toes curling, he takes it all down, mouth tightly suckling the cock, the rubber covering his tongue doing little to mute the flavor of the concoction that he’s drinking. The only thing that could be said at this moment is that he’s simply trying not to let any of it slip away, which it unfortunately days, coating the toy’s entire length all the way down to the base, and along the balls, coasting them like a pair of ice cream balls being slathered with an orange syrup.

“Let’s have you get that little bit down there toy-to-be,” says S-5373, pushing Ratchet’s head down onto his cock by simply lowering his body down, but as that length reaches the back of his throat, his gag reflex kicks in. Quickly the toy pulls back, giving him a moment to breath and catch himself.

“Are you okay?” both toy’s ask, the wand placed down as both take an immediate concern over him.

“Y-yeah… that’s back,” he mutters softly, part of him already wanting them to continue, gag reflex be damned.

“Hmm, this one supposes that gag-be-gone has worn off. Has it been that long since this material has started to be prepared?” S-toy asks, looking over to its partner.

“Maker did say it used it but warned if you recall that it probably would be worn off by now. It’s been several hours even with how big of a dose it got.”

“This one recalls, but with how big it got, it thought it would still be fine.”

“Clearly not.”

“This one apologies toy-to-be. This one will be more careful about that in the fut--”

“Cum,” X-toy commands, the toy’s cock spasming and shooting seed up and against Ratchet’s face.

“Come on! This one was trying to be a good toy and give good customer service.”

“You were, but this one can see even from here how hungry it is for more. And you were denying it with your words.”

“Hmm, this one supposes, but no more of that or this one will really cum and get you back.”

X-toy shudders, mewing, shooting more seed out of its length, and onto the wand and a bit more onto Ratchet’s body, “Okay, okay, truce, truce. We can’t keep this up.”

“We both know we can, but we have a job to do. A fun job, but a job nonetheless.”

“Yeah, we do,” says X-toy, grabbing the wand, pressing it up against Ratchet’s bulge again, “We have so many toys to test, and so little time. Only a couple of hours.”

Ratchet’s eyes go wide, “W-wha…” the words are cut off, his body is lowered back down onto the toy’s length, back to the delicious suckling of the toy’s member. Up and down, up and down, taking in the seed that was still trapped inside of the shaft, before eventually he’ll be fed with more. Again, and again. The egg switched out with other toys. Hours pass before the final break occurs. Ratchet’s body aching, and wanting, his rear throbbing with pleasures and delights. The ringing of the eggs and vibrators that were used upon him, still ringing in his mind, tickling his rear, twitching his cock, making him lay there wanting for more, yet knowing there is so little he can do.

His arms now tied to the bed posts, legs spread, unable to move in a spread-eagle fashion. The toys have assaulted his rear, taking turns with the front and the back, allowing him to take in and savor the other toy’s juices, while they competed and constantly asked him which one of them tasted better in his opinion. Truth be told they both tasted wonderful, and he couldn’t decide. His mind is already too tired to simply make such a delicious decision. His body is working on fumes, yet he’s being pressed on. Continuing to soak in every single bit of this.

As he lays there bound to the bed, the toys have their butts together, a large purple dildo is pressed between them, two ways. He watched them slip it in with ease, the base of their cocks, tied together by a double cock, cock ring, that’s holding them at the base. Their rubber balls are touching, so very delightfully gay.

The members push into his mouth, their combined motions let them push and puff his cheeks open. The two squeaky pleasure rods, driving deep into his mouth, stopping just a hair short of activating his gag reflex. In and out they piston raising their hips together, lowering them down.

“One two, one two, one two,” they say, keeping the pace with the other, their tails wrapped together, enjoying the loving embrace the toys are giving to the other, the dildos lodged deep in their rears adding to the perfect piston unison as they go up and down into Ratchet’s hungry mouth, that no matter how much cock he’s taken, there’s always room for more, just like jello.

With the flow of seed comes from both toys, their lengths slamming down into his mouth, tongue flowing and licking between them, cheeks bulging, unable to get a perfect seal around the members as he slurps and takes them in. Ratchet breathes heavily through his nostrils, whistling at the speed and intensity of the breaths. So many firsts for him in such a short period of time. So many toys that were on his wish list were used upon him. His mind was too battered to fully realize that ALL the toys used on him this day were on his wish list.

With that final climax between the two toys, the swirl of seed flowing into him, the burst of flavor from both of them, they slowly pull back, letting their members drip down onto his lips. Ratchet swallows down the toy juice, licking his lips with a rubber squeak. His audible vocal squeak soon following, “Wonderful,” he muses.

“Now this one thinks this is the best flavor, both of us together,” says X-toy.

“This one can’t disagree with you there,” S-toy replies, the two toys, working to disconnect themselves from the other, taking a good minute and a half to do so, leaving Ratchet to look up at the sexy toys, left waiting and wondering what is going to happen next.

“Time does fly when you’re having fun,” says the orange and white feline toy.

“It does, which is why time always flies around here,” X-toy replies with a playful smirk.

“True, true,” it says, slowly pulling the dildo out from both of them, the two toys taking a moment to clean up Ratchet’s body and cum soaked body. Polishing him up, while also cleaning the many well used toys that were on the bed. Leaving everything mostly the way it was, except for Ratchet, who remains still bound to the bed.

“This one thinks we’ll leave you like this to relax. Give you a little break before the next toy breaks you in,” says X-toy with a playful wink.

S-toy chuckles, “Don’t frighten the toy-to-be, or in this case would it excite it? Toy-to-be, are you excited?” it asks.

Ratchet can only respond with a soft needy squeaky moan.

“This one thinks that’s exciting,” S-toy says.

“Maybe just needy?” X-toy suggests.

“Perhaps, but not our place. We’ll be seeing you around, toy-to-be. Keep up the good work,” says S-5373.

“This one had a wonderful time, and it knows you will fit in here just fine. Molded to perfection,” it says, giving the bulge a firm playful squeeze.

Ratchet moans uncontrollably, body aching, wanting, toes curling, tugging at the constraints that are locked to his ankle and wrists cuffs. Barely able to formulate any words, and clearly too tired to make it a reality, his mind drowning in the lust, unable to come up for air and make sense of it all.

“Bye,” they say teasingly, toyingly, exiting the room. Ratchet barely even registers they have left, leaving him to relax and take a moment to collect what little thoughts he still has in his head. Whatever hasn’t been taken over by the sheer amount of pent-up sex he’s had. He’s gone from virgin to a practical pro within hours. His ass has farmed up so much experience that he’s amazed himself that he could go so long without completely breaking. Or has he? That collar continues to sing into the back of his mind, never slowing down, nor speeding up. A simple constant and a reminder of what he is.

“Toy is a toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is a thing.”

“There is no I.”

“There is no me.”

“There is no myself.”

“There is only this one, it, itself, toy.”

Such sweet words teese of the mind, liberated from the constraints of society, and the best and last toy is to come, ready to take him and bring him to the next level. The door will open sometime later. Was it a minute? Two? Fifteen? Who is to say, there is no more rhyme or reason in Ratchet’s mind. Only the drive for more sex, body starting to ache and wanting a break yet also begging nay, screaming for that climax he so desperately wants.

That same toy that Ratchet saw when he entered the store. A-6371 enters the room. The black rubber toy with a white belly, and markings of pink, along the tail, hands, face, with matching color cuffs and that unique donut shaped tag that has their designation on it. Its massive thick foot long pink cock is out and about, throbbing, eager to show Ratchet a good time.

“This one hopes you weren’t loosened up too much, but they did save some of the best for last, toy-to-be,” it says, Ratchet turning his head to look at the toy approach. Moving toward him like a god, almost Maker-like in fashion, and with each step, his breath quickened, his lust went up another level that he didn’t think possible. Eyes locked on that massive cock, with only one clear idea of what is going to happen next. That this sexy toy is about to take him, and hard.

Ratchet watches the toy get closer. Anticipation builds within him. Body and mind constantly pushed to a new high, breaking boundaries, but now what will this toy break? He shudders, watching the toy climb onto the bed, the cock bouncing with each movement. Eyes drawn to it, heart throbbing as much as the cock before him. The bed creaks, the weight of the toy coming over him, climbing onto his bound body. He tugs on the constraints, the cuffs jingle, his glasses still on his nose, able to survive this onslaught that has been pushed upon him.

“First, lets have you get a nice taste of this one. Get you really pleased with this rubber clad body of yours. Let you feel what is to come before it comes, how does that sound toy-to-be?” A6371 asks, reaching over, gently caressing his head.

“Ahhh…” he squeaks, panting heavily, already moving on fumes, but he just manages to say the words, “G-good?” squeaking it.

“That’s good toy, and don’t you worry, this one is an expert, so leave it to toy on how to treat you well,” it says, grabbing Ratchet’s head by the antlers, a nice firm grip.

He gasps, heart ready to leap out of his chest, feeling the roots of his antlers move his head, a hard grip around them. All the other toys have merely caressed them, held them at the base, but now this toy is holding them like a handlebar, “Ohh my g-gosh,” he moans out, cock twitching within his sheathed bondage, pressing as hard as it can but all for naught. Its rubbery tomb is too strong, too embracing, caressing and holding his junk so perfectly that it's like a rubber chastity device of endless delights.

The thick cock runs across Ratchet’s face, the smooth rubber length squeaks against his rubber clad muzzle, the warmth of it seeping in, the weight of it against him, the toy’s butt pressing down onto his chest, the member moving into position as his head is moved into position, “Ready for a lovely time?” the toy asks, smiling happily down at him.

“Y-yeah…” he squeaks, shuddering in delight, pleasure rising, heart pounding, body aching, tired, yet so needy, only still able to remain awake due to the sexual high he’s kept in. He can’t fathom how this could grow any higher but he’ll soon discover how. The member pushes past his lips, along his tongue, filling his mouth, the massive member pushing in till it taps at the very edge of where his gag reflex begins.

“Ah there it is,” says A-toy, holding Ratchet’s antlers nice and firm.

He suckles upon the cock, feeling the pre-cum dribble down his throat, and with each suckle, each drink, something feels strange, different. It tingles down his spine, spreading through his body.

“This one will really help you get that gag reflex down just a little bit with a few quick thrusts,” it says, thrusting deep into Ratchet’s mouth.

The fennalope’s eyes go wide, the cock going down, shooting hot sticky streams of juices down his throat, before pulling back a half a second later, before his gag reflex could full kick in. His body twitches, squeaking, tugging at the constraints, body left exposed, his nostrils flaring breathing in deeply, “How was that? Try to nod against my grip if it was okay, or shake if it was a bit too much.”

Ratchet gulps, taking down more of that corruptive seed, which has one of the most devious effects of all. With each slurp, and each gulp his body becomes more sensitive. Up to the fact that if it wasn’t for the suit surrounding him he may have lost his mind due to the sheer amount of pleasure he’s receiving, but it is all for one particular purpose. Is to make the latex suit surrounding him to equalize the sensitivity making him feel as if he wasn’t wearing a suit at all and that his rubber suit is a second skin.

In reality he’s still wearing a suit, but the sensitivity of his body will grow to such a level that it will feel like to him that he’s not wearing anything at all, it will take a few more slurps and suckles to get his sensitivity hyper enough to reach this level. For now it's simple enjoyment and steadily increasing delights, which will steadily make his bound and aching length be brought to that edge, but any time he might even feel he’ll get close, the collar will whisper, pulling him from the precipice of his climax, back to the right side of his endless edging.

“Good toys don’t cum.”

“You are a good toy.”

“You don’t cum.”

“Good toys don’t need to cum.”

Those words bounce in his mind, adding to the pleasure, everything feeling so good, making him lose himself for a moment till the toy repeats itself, “If this one went too far, try to shake your head. If you are fine, nod, toy-to-be.”

Ratchet stiffens tugging on the constraints swallowing the tip of the dick a bit more, “Oh my gosh. It's making me try to respond that way? But I can’t. It’s gripping my head so firm that I… I…” he squeaks and blushes the rubber suit hiding the fact, but he still gives the answer, trying to nod but his head is held firm, unable to move.

The toy grins, forcing Ratchet’s head back onto his cock, his member thrusting deep into this throat with another quick sudden pierce, going so fast in and out that the gag reflex didn’t have enough time to register, but was certainly enough to release more of that corruptive pre-cum right down into the fennalope’s body, “That’s very good toy-to-be,” it moans in delight.

Ratchet swallows it down, another wave of delight, increasing pleasure, the pressure of the toy over him growing, the warmth of his body felt, the grind of his butt against his chest, the slight vibrations caused by the twitch of the toy’s cock. The twitch of his own, his member feeling so on edge, so needy, ready to blow, ready to feel that wonderful release but it is not to be true. The toy continues to slip in and out of his mouth, letting his cock feed a slow and steady dribble of juices into him.

A-6371 moans in delight, hands gripping and rubbing those antlers, letting the pressure of its grip feed down into the toy in training. His member on occasion shoving hard into the toy-to-be’s mouth unleashing a quick load of seed that furthered along the sensitivity and pleasuring delights that Ratchet is suffering under, further building up the castle of delights that he’s entrenched into.

“That’s it. Just let it happen. Don’t worry about anything else but what this one is doing to that tight mouth of yours. Don’t think about how it will take that sweet ass of yours next. Now how sensitive that prostate is going to be once more of its juices have taken an effect over you,” it says with another quick firm thrust, going so fast and out that Ratchet’s eyes bulge a little.

“Did it just hilt all the way into me? No… that’s not possible I’d certainly have gagged. My body feels like it does want to though,” he thinks, not sure just what happened, or was it purely skill from the toy, his mind being lost in the lust, held so tightly against his will by his very own antlers, or just his mental exhaustion creeping in. It’s difficult to tell, the lines between it all blurring as more of the delicious pre-cum and occasional squirts of seed flow into his. Swallowing another pleasuring load that proliferates through his body, heightening his sexual senses to the next level.

“There we go, just a bit more, and this one will check out how well your rear has been trained for this one. It did let the others know it was taking up the rear in this congo line of toys,” it says with a playful wink, pulling its cock out of Ratchet’s mouth, giving his muzzle a playful cock slap against his muzzle, making it squeak.

Ratchet lets out a vocal squeak, feeling the weight of the length press up against his muzzle, his eyes are on it, watching its very move, twitch, throb, dibble of pre-cum, licking his lips, body wanting more, but also curious where the toy is going to go next, watching it pull away, sliding down his body with long out squeak, pressing his bulge with the toy’s butt in the process.

He tugs at the constraints, a constant reminder of his current place, the grip on his antlers gone but the lingering feeling of it remains. His hips press against the toy trying to edge out more pleasure from it, and his rubber null bulge. Watching as the toy slides off the pressure reducing, leaving his member simply throbbing in its position growing even harder like the vibrations increasing when the locator wand grew close when the toy’s cock simply rested upon his nulge, the weight of it, pressing down.

“Been having a wonderful time? Can you imagine in just a few more hours it will all be over?”

Ratchet lets out a whine, body humping up against the bed trying to grind himself against that cock but all in vain.

“Yes this one knows, its dreadful,” it says reaching over to gently rub Ratchet’s latex covered chest, giving the nipples a playful rub, “But don’t you worry, this one will be sure to make our moments together count and be unforgettable,” it says, giving another soft and gently massaging rub of ratchet’s bulging null.

“Oh…” he groans, shuddering, toes curling, tail swishing squeakily between the toy’s legs, “So good,” he pants, trying to grind himself against the bulge, the toy pulling away.

“Not yet toy-to-be, but you will get more pleasure there soon enough. But you haven’t had enough of its wonderful toy juices, don’t you think? Don’t you want more?” it asks, the toy pulling its hands back, running across Ratchet’s body, giving the bulge a nice firm squeeze.

He moans, grunting, cock twitching, feeling the rubber press along his member on all sides, becoming ever more sensitive yet so tightly bound and held that it can just edge closer but never pushing over the top.

“This one thinks that is a yes, wouldn’t you agree?” it asks, the toy’s rubbery hands gently caresses along its length. The toy moaning softly, hand running across its lips, suckling them, toying with itself, the member squeezed, oozing out a little bit of pre-cum out from the tip, gently massaging across the tip, making it glisten.

Ratchet looks at the toy, panting, smelling the sweet rubber scent. He clenches his rump, body aching to have that cock back within him, yet knowing just how big it is compared to anything he’s taken… excitement and fear mixing into the concoction in his mind, heart throbbing as hard as his cock, eyes locked on the sleek amazing toy, its domineering form hanging over him, giving a playful grin at him.

“This one hopes you are ready toy-to-be. How many inches will you take? Six? Seven? All twelve? How many do you think you’ll take?” it asks, moving its cock out of view, but soon its pressing against Ratchet’s tight rubber pucker.

Despite all the toys and all the play and cock he has take, there is something about this particular one that seems girthier than the others. His rear is still so tight, and ready to squeeze down on that length. The pressure pushing at his hole, making him shudder in delight, rear trying to pull away in a vain attempt to delay the inevitable, to deny himself the pleasure he’s about to receive, “G-gentle…” he squeaks.

The toy continues to smile, hands caressing Ratchet’s thighs with a nice firm rub, squeaking and squeezing it, playing with his hips, holding the toy-to-be with a firm grasp, fingers gently caressing along the rubber clad fennalope’s hips, the toy leaning in over him, pushing itself into that tight hole, spreading him wide, feeling that pucker squeeze against the cock head but soon it pops in due it’s very lubricated tip, the pleasure pre-cum now soaking into the toy-to-be from the other end, “Ahh yes, that is very tight. Amazing how you can keep that up after all the other toys. This one is impressed,” it says with a wink.

Ratchet can only reply with a few gurgled moans, mind drifting away, eyes widening, arching his back, squeezing that cock head that is pushing into him. Bit by bit, feeling every inch of that length that manages to get pushed in past his pucker, squeezing against his prostate that feels more sensitive than ever before. The pressure against it, causing his cock to ooze and dribble pre-cum into its own surrounding, stewing in his own juices, allowing the length to simply slide across the rubber, helpless to do anything but to simply exist there as a bound-up pleasure rod under a layer of thick rubber.

“That’s the first inch,” it moans, looking down at the squirming toy-to-be. Eyes glazed over, hidden behind the rubber film, nothing of the organic person underneath is visible except that wonderful throat when they moan just right.

It holds firmer onto Ratchet’s thighs, pushing its length in a bit more, the cock tip squirting more pre-cum, keeping its length nice and lubricated, a loud drawn-out squeak is heard as the member goes ever deeper.

Ratchet feels his insides being pushed, and tugged, pleasure building and going deeper. His rear takes the cock with a hunger that he’s always known he’s had, but yet he already feels his body may have bitten off more than it can chew. The toy is firm yet gentle to him. He grunts, and milks the member, body twitching, throbbing, aching, wanting. It's hard to fathom just the level of pleasure he’s feeling and yet it continues to grow. With each spurt of the toy’s delicious jizz that is pushed into his body, the sensitivity rises.

“Oh gosh… good. Good. so good.” he thinks, barely able to formulate all the words. Recognizing what is happening, swimming in the ocean of sexual delights, drowning in it, letting everything else get washed away, the one beacon that keeps his focus is the collar that constantly drones away in the back of his mind.

“Toy is a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

The sweet voice, controlling, domineering, so suggestive. So difficult to ignore even if he wanted to. He holds onto the voice, using it as a raft, to keep him afloat in this constant torrent of sexual desire. Letting him guide him farther away from shore, the cock slips in a little deeper, the pressure growing, pleasure rising, ass clenching harder. He feels the penetration, ears twitching within the rubber bondage.

“Five inches. Getting there, almost halfway,” the toy grunts, the toy pulling back a little thrusting back into Ratchet who moans and gasps, body shifting, squeaking, cock dribbling more pre-cum, the toy’s own and Ratchet’s.

Constant endless pleasure assaulting him, the rhythmic thrusts push deeper into the fennalope. The butt squeaking, limbs tensing against the constraints, completely helpless, unable to move, only able to watch the toy tower over him, pushing deeper and deeper. Each thrust, presses into the depth of his rear, adding a new layer of newfound pleasure that will leave him only wanting more. To take more of the toy within him. His cock twitches at the thought, and again when the cock pushes in deeper.

A-6371 pants and groans, “So very tight. So wonderful. You are wonderful,” it says pushing in deeper, “That’s six inches, halfway there,” it says looking down at him, watching each squirm, shudder, shiver. The bulge between his legs, twitching ever so slightly the barely visible bulge within the bulge, showing the exact location of his cock, that is straining so hard and helpless yet yearning to be free while soaking up its own bondage, finding no better fate for such a pleasure stick.

The toy pulls out its own pleasure rod, tugging at Ratchet’s insides, pressing down on his prostate, spreading his rear more constantly and wider than the other toys. Really letting him know that he is being taken by this toy. The anticipation, the heart pounding pure exhaustion as the toy thrusts itself back into him, going just a bit deeper than previously. His hole well lubricated by the corruptive pre-cum the toy constantly leaks into his ass, making sure it's as slick as it can be, while upping the ante on this game of sex. Could he hold onto himself? Or will he fold under the toy. Another firm thrust, his body jerks, the resistance in his ass increasing, the toy speaking over him, drawing his attention for just a moment away from the cock deeply thrusted into his ass, “Seven inches, past the halfway point.”

Ratchet’s eyes bulge, his mind if it could formulate words at this point would say, “Just halfway? Only that much? Oh my gosh! I’ve taken that much!” but his mind is just a blank pleasure slate, taking in the cock, not thinking of anything of the situation, simply enjoying himself, wanting it all, finding his lust somehow insatiable yet too much for him to contain and control. Wanting it to end yet never stop. Another thrust, another little bit into him.

A-toy shudders, gushing toy seed into him, further reaching the point where the fennalope’s body’s sensitivity will peak, making the rubber suit seem like it's nothing at all around him. What does that say about his exposed prostate, his fleshy throat and rear? Heavenly delights like no other.

Ratchet swears he can climax from the anal stimulation alone. In fact, he should. The thrust of the toy into his rear is the best sex he’s ever felt. This entire experience is the best sex he has ever had, and being his overall first, it's a dangerous high bar for him to have set for himself. But he didn’t care, he wanted to cum. He wanted to rest. He wanted to sleep. All these forces competing within him, but the lust has a strong head start and power that leaves the others in the dust. No matter how extreme his exhaustion is, the bodily desire to keep this moment going fuels him to burn hotter and continue.

Another firm thrust, the resistance within Ratchet’s ass growing, becoming ever more difficult to penetrate any deeper. The toy groans, moans, grinding himself against Ratchet’s body, rubbing its chest against his, getting over the fennalope, holding his sides, rubbing them with a squeak, looking into Ratchet’s eyes, “That’s eight inches. Might be hard pressed to get nine but let's see if we can do it together,” it says, leaning in kiss him on the lips, tongue pushing into his mouth, coiling and playing with his, the toy tilting its head and Ratchet’s so their lips can run across each other, the moment growing more passionate. The firm thrust into the toy-to-be’s rear felt between them, moan pushed from one mouth into the other.

A-toy’s tongue licks across the roof of Ratchet’s mouth, one hand reaching around to grasp and hold him close to itself, while the other goes to the back of their head, embracing them, making the kiss go even deeper than the toy’s cock is within him.

Another firm thrust, another jerk of pleasure, a twitch of an aching cock, Ratchet’s own and the toy’s that is kept deep within him. So much ecstasy at this moment, how could this all be true? Is this just a fantasy? Or did he just hit his head while working on the pods and this is now some coma induced pleasure his mind has created as he lays somewhere in bed, unable to move in an unconscious state. If this is a dream, he already feels he never wants to wake up from it.

Another thrust, another moan, another clench of his ass, which is flooded with toy cum, the height of his pleasure finally being achieved not from stimulation but the max that the hypersensitivity toy cum can create. His body is at its limits. Unsure how long or how much time has passed before the kiss is broken the toy pulling itself to a kneeling position, giving a few more good hard thrusts into his ass, before pulling out, leaving Ratchet with an aching need to be taken again, to be as full like that and more.

“This one doesn’t want to break you that hard, but nine is the most you can take. This one will be sure to test you out later, but you are a very promising toy-to-be,” it says, gently caressing and rubbing Ratchet’s belly, “And that only took a good hour or two to really get done? Time is flying isn’t it.”

Ratchet simply moans, clenching his ass, nodding and mumbling incoherent words, unable to create logical sentences, his mind in a state of being completely fried from the sexual overstimulation.

“How about we do something a bit different, this one is sure you’ll like it,” says A-6371, reaching over to unhook the constraints on Ratchet’s ankles.

The fennalope moans, his muscles tense and sore, from being held in that position for so long, but it was an ache that felt so good, but nowhere near as good as his aching contained crotch. He wants to touch it so bad, but feels like he shouldn’t. Resisting the urge even though he physically can’t right now.

Ratchet watches the toy in a lucid like state, not fully comprehending everything that is happening but loving it just the same. His legs are pushed together, the toy holding his legs together nice and tight, the rings jingling.

“Want to see a trick? This one has a magician’s touch,” it says, grabbing the two D rings on Ratchet’s ankles, “Now look at these two separate rings? And now watch this,” it says pressing its fingers together against the rings, rubbing them and like magic he locks the two rings into each other making it impossible for him to pull his legs apart, “Amazing, yes?”

Feeling another layer of bondage placed over him, all he can do is faintly nod and moan.

“Let this one do it with your thighs next, and then it will show you what a good hidden hole you can make.”

“Huh?” he manages to respond, curious, seeing and feeling his thigh rings locked into place with no discernable way to unlock him. His thighs tightly pressed together, more so when A-6371 grabs his hips, pushing them nice and tight.

“Are you ready toy-to-be?” it asks looking past his legs, staring right into him.

Helplessly he nods.

“Here we go,” it replies, pressing its cock length between Ratchet’s tightly squeezed thighs, right up against his bulge, pressing through the hole his legs make, riding along the bulge, which act similar to a prostate at this point, being a bundle of nerves that will stimulate him yet somehow not bring him release.

The toy grins happily, brushing some rubber hair away from its vision, “This one knew you’d love it,” it says pounding away at the hole, squeaking loudly. The toy’s massive cock pressing down, riding along, pressing down hard on Ratchet’s bulge, the closest he’ll ever get to frotting, yet he doesn’t know it yet.

His toes curl, legs twitching, tugging at the constraints trying to pull his legs a part not because he wants to make this moment to end, but because he simply can’t handle the amount of bliss he’s receiving. So much of a good thing, the toy’s balls smacking along his thighs, the thick member pushing past his legs, squeaking loudly, pleasure obtained from the weight and force of the cock moving against his null bulge. When will this constant parade of pleasure end?

Harder, faster, squeakier. Pounding away, the toy moans, adding to the moment. Ratchet feels his crotch constantly squeezed and teased, pressed down by a more massive cock, teasing his heavily buried juice-soaked member. So much pleasure is contained in such a small body, that it can’t be contained. Escaping with moans and gasps, body quivering. Pleasure rising, heavier pounds, harder thrusts.

Suddenly the cock spasms jutting out hot sticky ropes of seed across Ratchet’s bulge and along his belly, letting it flow and soak into his rubber covered body. The warmth of the seed slowly fading into the cool room. Ratchet pants heavily, while the toy seems to not miss a beat already working to build up a second delightful climax.

Ratchet looks at the toy with pleading eyes, which are hidden by the hood, his glasses still on his nose, defiantly resisting the head motions and jerks, staying put to allow Ratchet to see all that is transpiring before him.

“We still have a few rounds of this toy-to-be, but this one will know you will love it,” it says.

Ratchet lets out a soft non-latex squeak, but the squeaks of their constant love making will continue, hours more will pass. His body licked clean by the toy, removed from his bondage, leaving the rubber clad fennalope laying on the bed utterly exhausted, but still left in a constant afterglow of delight, despite a wanting need to fuck and reach his own climax.

“This one has to go, but don’t you worry, Maker will be here soon to take care of you,” A-6371 says, nuzzling and kissing Ratchet on the lips, giving his butt a lift and a playful smack, making Ratchet moan in delight, “Later.”

Ratchet lies there totally incapable of moving, the desire to sleep starting to make ground in the war of bodily needs. He lays there, feeling the aching desire to be taken again, one that the lovely toy has left him. Never before has one had so much yet still left with so much unfilled or better put a new desire to be filled like never before.

He’s left in the room alone for a minute, but to him, it felt so much longer than that. Time slowed, the actual pause between sex, bringing that weight upon his eyes that needed to sleep, the exhaustion of his currently unchained body, feeling the free movement once again, which at this point almost felt foreign to him.

The door opens, too tired to lift his head he simply turns it to the side to see a familiar face, K-2373, the toy that has been called Maker by all those around him, yet the words never fully sink in. The feline toy smiles at him, walking in, sauntering teasing steps, cock out and throbbing, bouncing up and down, almost hypnotic in nature. The toy’s voice has never once left the back of his mind thanks to the collar.

“Hello toy-to-be, did you enjoy yourself?” it asks, reaching down to gently grab the D ring on Ratchet’s collar, using it to pull him into a sitting position.

“Uhhh… eahhh,” Ratchet responds, a yawn escaping his lips, hands about to reach down to touch himself, feeling some strength to do so, but as easy as batting a fly the feline toy stops him, and grabs the hands.

“That’s good, but you must remember. Good toys don’t touch themselves. You want to be a good toy, don’t you?” he asks, pulling Ratchet up onto his feet.

“Uhh eahh,” he replies, hearing those sweet words in the back of his mind.

“Toy wants to be a good toy.”

“Toy obeys.”

“Good toys listen to Maker.”

“Good toys follow Maker.”

“Good toys obey Maker.”

“K-2373 is toy’s Maker.”

The words so logical yet the underlying meaning behind them lost to the tire addled mind of the exhausted fennalope. He looks up at the toy, feeling it pull him close to it. The sweet smell of rubber tingles his nose, the warmth of the toy, pressing up against his latex clad covered body, feeling the feline’s hands caress around his body, a sensual, loving touch.

K-2373 holds him against its body, the toy softly purring, “You’ve done well toy-to-be. But now it's your time to rest. Hold onto this one’s hand and it will take you to your place of rest. Good thing you did such a good job working, or we might not have had a spot open for you. Isn’t that wonderful of what a good toy you are going to be?” it asks with a soft purr.

Ratchet’s legs feel soft and wobbly, body aching, member twitching. He leans heavily on the toy, “ahhhh,” he says with a pant, squeaking softly in body and voice. Tail swaying, hands weakly gripping the toy, leaning heavily on it feeling he might topple over at any moment.

The feline toy holds his hand, gently squeezing them, while wrapping its other hand around him, “Come, let’s get you to your place of rest. Where you can simply relax and gain your strength as tomorrow you have to resume your work. Even a toy-to-be has to keep up its work ethic and duty,” it explains, gently holding him, moving him out of the room, the door creaking, their bodies squeaking against one another.

Ratchet is completely dependent on the toy to guide him down the hallway. The store is quiet, no customers are about, the lights are a bit dimmer, with about a third of them turned off. Unable to know what time it is, there is no clock, nor is he drawn close enough to the door to see what outside looks like.

His hearing is muffled enough to not hear the soft squeaks of toys working throughout the store. Cleaning the floors, washing the windows, restocking and arranging the shelves for the next day’s displays and deals. A few toys on display, in heavy bondage gear, squirming and moaning, simply being there for hours on end. He’s too tired to notice and admire them, his entire world for the moment is locked on the feline toy, the Maker toy, leading him across the store back toward the molding rooms.

“So tired,” Ratchet squeaks, tail swishing back and forth, pressing up against the toy.

It smiles at him, “Don’t worry. You’ll get plenty of relaxation soon,” it says, pressing the keypad buttons, unlocking the door, leading him into the hallway.

“Okay…” he says, feeling as if he can collapse at any moment from sheer exhaustion. No longer being constantly teased the sexual high ebbing a little, letting exhaustion take the lead.

K-2373 gently rubs Ratchet’s back, holding him close, purring happily, leading him down the hallway, their bodies squeaking, echoing down, bringing him closer to the toy molding rooms. It unlocks the door, looking down at the cute femboy, knowing that his relaxation will be the most unique he’ll ever experience, and that there’ll be thirty of them, leaving him the most perfect toy he can be.

Entering the keycode, the beeps echoing down the hall, it opens the doors, some of the pods are open, one is closed with someone inside, enjoying the bliss of what’s happening. Thick tubes attached to the mold, press into the toy’s mouth and rear. Their length is obvious within the mold, every inch being perfectly sculpted.

Ratchet stumbles forward, unable to fully move on his own, enjoying the warmth and touch of the feline toy across his body. He’s not even realizing he’s moving to the very same mold he repaired earlier today. Stepping up the platform, the cool metal against his feet, felt through the rubber as if it wasn’t even there. He looks at the hard translucent plastic mold. A shiver running down his spine, part of him knows what’s to come yet too tired to comprehend it completely.

“Ready toy-to-be for your first stint in the mold?” it asks sweetly, gently rubbing his sides, moving him toward the mold, turning him around back to it.

“Ahhh?” he grumbles, gently squeaking vocally and physically. Gently he slides into the back, tail filling out the back of the mold, not seeing the micro lines that are built into the mold that will eventually form the base of the toy’s rubber hair. For now though Ratchet simply feels the hard mold, his body fitting in the back like a glove.

“Relax toy-to-be. This one will take care of everything, and don’t you worry, the rubber will take care of you. Let you continue on when you feel like you won’t. Breath it in, and all will become clear,” says K-2373, pushing him into the mold.

Ratchet feels his body relax, body aching, twitching, growing closer to the state of release, yet so far away. Body leaning back into the mold, that is angled a little back. Just enough to let him relax in the mold, unable to do anything but rest into it. Every inch of his body from his backside on is a seemingly perfect mold of his body.

“There you go, toy-to-be. Relax now, this one is going to make sure everything is taken care of and that you're going to be very busy when you get out. Don’t slip into a deep slumber, but this one thinks you will find it hard to sleep,” it says leaning in close, pushing Ratchet fully into the mold, making sure the back half fits as perfectly as possible. The toy gently rubbing his chest, squeaking softly, “Relax, enjoy yourself.”

Ratchet moans, tail twitching within the hard mold, pressing up against the rubber walls of the suit. He pants, body tensing, squeaking, moaning, cock twitching, feeling his length remain wanting to get hard but is constantly denied. He looks at the toy, unable to do anything but watch, enjoying the half mold against him. There’s something about it that’s soothing and embracing, holding him there, the perfect contours of his body laid into the mold. Allows him to relax further, he lets out a soft squeaky moan.

K-2373 purrs happily, his cock tip presses up against Ratchet’s bulge, pressing down onto his bound cock, the toy moving in close to give its toy-to-be a long wet passionate kiss, its tongue sliding into their mouth.

He shudders, moaning, feeling the pressure of the toy’s cock on his bulge, making his member twitch, a small reminder of just how horny he is, but then the kiss. That sweet kiss pushing into his mouth, coiling with his latex clad tongue. He looks into the toy’s glowing blue eyes, drawn into them, feeling safe, content, yet so very aroused.

The toy pulls away from him, gently reaching down to give a firm playful squeeze against the bulge, “Good toy,” it says to him, taking his glasses off his nose, walking down the platform to a computer console, “Just lay there and let this one do the rest,” it says typing into the console, putting Ratchet’s glasses nearby.

There’s a soft hiss, a whir of gears and hydraulics. Ratchet looks up, hearing the results of his hard work the front of the mold moves down over on top of him. The mold pushes against his body, locking him into his location. He pants heavily feeling the tight hard mold all around him, locking him in place in a bondage that feels that’s perfectly made for him. He squeaks and pants through the front of the mold, heart racing, a little bit of his exhaustion being from the sudden constraints, his body wanting to get free, but it’s so tight that any small adjustments he was off the mold pushes him into it, which locks all around him, making impossible to move even a millimeter.

It’s strange, Ratchet’s vision is blurry to begin with but the hard mold adds a filter across his vision, making a blurred haze that prevents any details to be seen through the mold. Only the black, blue and white outline of the toy is able to be discerned. The world muffled around him, nearly impossible to hear anything now. But he feels a small vibration from above, watching a long thick tube sliding down in front of him, “W-what’s that for?” He manages to put the thoughts into words.

“Toy is a good toy,” the collar replies in the back of his mind, sending shivers through him. He tenses clenching his butt cheeks, one of the few movements he’s able to do within the mold. The toy approaches again, the blur making him as good as blind, perhaps worse, getting the vaguest idea of something is happening. The toy moving past him, unable to turn his head, unable to see what it's going to do next.

K-2373 purrs happily, reaching for the first latex tube that has a long phallic dildo pump attached to it, designed to slip into the back of the mold and lock into place. The toy purrs happily, “This is a fun part. Trust this one, it knows. And you’ll love it after the initial discomfort,” it says, slipping the toy right into Ratchet’s eager but now well used rear.

Ratchet moans within the mold. Unable to do anything but let the dildo push into his rear, spreading his hole. He shudders, gasping, feeling the cool air fill his lungs while the new toy pushes into his rear, spreading him, filling him, then twisted and locked into place. His rear milks the dildo, wanting it, hungering for it, enjoying the sensation of being full again.

The blur moves back in front of him. It reaches for and grabs the other tube hanging in front of him. His eyes follow the tube, wanting to watch it like a cat seeing a string. Unable to move his head, he simply waits patiently for what comes next. The tube is pushed into the mold, spreading his mouth open, pushing his tongue down. He suckles upon it with a newfound tick. The dildo stops just short of his gag reflex. He breathes down the tube, his lifeline for his survival, a vibration soon surrounding him, causing him to moan into the tube.

The air from the mold is being sucked out, his body and the suit moves and shifts perfectly filling out what is left in the mold, the rubber pushed into the small hidden strands of hair that will form. But Ratchet doesn’t feel that subtle change, the big thing is what little movement he has is now completely taken from him, being forced to fill out the mold. A reverse of expectations, the mold not pushing him to fit the mold, but his body is pushed to fill the mold.

He breathes deeper, chest barely able to move, quick shallow breaths. His cock caressed and held perfectly and the front of the mold doing the same to his null bulge. He swallows down built-up saliva not noticing that warm black rubber is filling the rear tube, pushing up into his rear, filling him.

Another gasp, a deep suckle on the tube, heart pounding the warm mold filling his rear, flowing into his body cycling through behind him. Then the blur tube in front of him tints blue. Something is rushing toward him. The scent of latex reaching his nostrils through his mouth. He knows it's coming. It slides down his throat. He swallows, swallows. His lungs began to burn, ache. His body throbbing, unable to do anything. The desire to breathe grows, trying to resist, trying to fight but then as he’s pushed to his edge he breathes in the rubber, body twitching and convulsing, gag reflex kicking in, body wanting to push the rubber out but then a few moments later… it becomes soothing.

His lungs breathing in and out, in and out the rubber filling yet providing the air he needs. Something about the latex allows him to keep going, to push forward, the panic attacking flowing out of him with each rubber breath. Steadily his body calms. The blur of the toy in front of him watching, monitoring him. It walks over to the nearby console, Ratchet only able to see him out of the corner of his vision, his body unable to do anything.

K-2373 checks the console, “Good, good, everything is working like it should. Maker has really done a good job perfecting this. And this one knows it’s just as good as it is,” it says, checking the toy-to-be’s vitals. It looks over to the mold, “See you in eight hours. This one is sure you will enjoy your rest,” it says blowing a kiss, walking off.

Ratchet watches the blur leave, leaving him with nothing else. Unable to move, so he simply relaxes. He’s unable to see anything, an unchanging scenario of other molds not being used, no one walking by. A stale unchanging landscape, nothing to draw his attention. Unable to hear anything, left in total silence, which leaves his mind to focus on the one thing that he can ‘hear’ in the back of his head, seeping into his thoughts.

“Toy is a fuck toy.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy is eager to obey.”

“Toy pleases users.”

“Toy desires to be fucked.”

“Good toys don’t cum.”

“You are a good toy.”

“You are a fuck object.”

“You want to please Maker.”

“You want to obey Maker.”

“K-2373 is your Maker.”

“Toy doesn’t think nor say I.”

“Toy doesn’t think nor say me.”

“Toy doesn’t think nor say myself.”

“Toy is an object.”

“Toy thinks and says, this one, it, itself, toy.”

The words spoken so forcefully were so deep. That Ratchet can’t help but focus on them. The only stimulation he’s getting outside of the constant warm filling sensation he’s getting from the rubber that is being pumped through his body, providing him exactly what his body needs. Allowing it to recuperate and recover from the long sex session. While keeping him awake, his mind slowly tries to cleanse itself like it would during sleep, letting the hours pass one after the other, energy slowly returning, mind’s haze lifting yet, being drawn into and focused on those lovely words that repeat themselves. That is dynamic, and changing to whatever thought pops into his head, all to encourage one important fact. That this toy-to-be is working to be a toy.