The Birthday Toy
Shiro's Five Years old today!...but he's not the one getting a toy....
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The Birthday Toy.
Modern, Incest, Mental Abuse, Forced Sex, Objectification, Male/Male, Homosexual
By: DomCoon - https://inkbunny.net/DomCoon
Today was Shiro's special day! The little , gray furred fox's birthday was today! He would be 5 years old, and today he was getting a /special/ birthday gift! He got up, got dressed all on his own, into his red shirt, with blue shorts, and bounded after Daddy, to find out when Daddy was ready to start on his gift!
Shiro's Daddy was a man named Tora, a strong, older gray furred fox in his thirties. He was dressed in blue jeans. Work boots, he was already up, when Shiro bounded into his room. Shrio smiled playfully as he bounded into Daddy's arms. "Hehehehe, Daddy~ Are you ready to work on my gift now!?" he asked excitedly.
Shiro's gift this year was a big boy's room! Daddy was going to redo his room, and get rid of the light, baby blue colors, the old small furniture....and put in a proper 'real' bed, and put up a neat race car border that he picked out himself, a change from the babyish bears and balloon border in the room already.
Tora merely smiled. "MMhmmm. Daddy has all the new furniture ready and paint. But Daddy needs private to work." he said, a little forebodingly. "So you get to watch cartoons ALL day, longer than Daddy normally allows." he said with a curt nod. Shiro smiled widely. "Yey!" he said as he bounded off into the living room, to get right to watching his cartoons.
Tora got to work. He had...other plans. Of course, and over the next six hours, from six in the morning to twelve in the afternoon he put them into effect. He moved boxes in... he setup the new furniture....repainted the room..... replaced the window with a tinted one....placed the bars over the window...bolted them in. He replaced the door with a thick, metal soundproofed one. The things Tora had planned most certainly were not as innocent as appeared for his little boy. When he finally finished he wiped his brow, and nodded to himself, it was about one in the afternoon when he finished. "Shiro...it's done~." he called out.
Shiro was in the middle of 'Battle Master's XL!' on the TV when his ears flicked, he bounded to the front of his room, which the door looked differnt--it was thick..metal... his Racecar plaque with his name wasn't there anymore. Instead there rested a thick, black plaque that said 'Playroom'. Shiro couldn't read it. But he looked at his Dad quizzically. "Where's my race car name Daddy?..." he asked.
Tora smiled. "Oh.. I replaced it with this nicer one....why don't we see what your new room is like..." he said softly as he opened the room and guided Shiro in, by gently nudging him in his back. When he entered, he leaned up, and locked a few new locks on the door, way up high near the top of the door....far too high for a little boy like Shiro to reach.
Shiro was too busy looking at his new room in confusion however---this wasn't how he envisioned his new room at all. Where his bed had been, where he expected a brand new race car bed, there was a thick, table...with cuffs, and binds on it---where his desk had been where he drew pictures, there was a leather, black sofa. Where his closet had been, where he kept some toys, had bars over it, it looked like a small cage. His bathroom's door was missing... but he could see into it, at least, that remained largely unchanged.
Against the wall, where his pictures once hung was aSt.Andrew's cross... and various things that looked bad---he didn't know what they were--they were cuffs...collars, whips, Dildos of all sizes. He looked up to his Daddy worriedly..."I....Daddy... where is my stuff....this all looks scary..." he said with wide eyes.
Tora had been practicing all this in his head for days. How he was going to say----how he was going to fuck with his son's little head. So he placed his paw on his little one's right shoulder and kneeled down to his level....
"Shiro , hun..." he said sadly, with a hint of sadness---he had to make this sound like it was completely out of his hands. "We need to have a talk about your behavior....and what Daddy has to do now." he says softly. Tora began to look at him with wide eyes. "I...what Daddy?..." he asked softly, with a worried tone, still with confusion in his voice about the room.
Tora sighed, a practiced one, that made him sound like he was gonna lay down something hevay, and indeed, Shiro got the impression Daddy was about to do one of those things that always hurt him more than it did him, like spank him, but Shiro could feel the almost palpable sense of dread in the air, thanks to the new room. "You've been a very naughty boy recently..." Tora finally said. Shiro listened, it's true. He was a terror in his kindergarten class. He made Jason eat that paste..... among other minor things--- the typical not sharing, not taking the nap when naptime came around....
Shiro spoke "Bu..but I said I'd do better...." he said, his ears folding to his head. Tora shook his head. "That's...not enough hun, and I'm sorry, but Daddy is being forced to take some measures now...I wish I didn't have to, but Daddy wasn't really given a choice...." he said in a practiced fake tone.
Shiro sniffed...he was about to cry. "B..But what's gonna happen Daddy....what does this have to do wi..with my room?" he asked softly. Tora nodded softly, once again giving that practiced sigh. "Well...hun....." he said. "That's because Daddy has to take away your right to be a little boy now..." he said sadly.
Shiro looked up quizzically again, tilting his head....what, did Daddy mean by that? Tora nodded gently again. Shiro pouted, a little..."I..if I'm not a little boy.... wh..what am I?..." he asked a little, not sure what Daddy meant.
Tora nodded some with a soft, mock sigh. "Well, Daddy has to make you a 'Toy' now---a toy for adults." he said softly. ", and just like you used to put your toys away in a toybox, Daddy needs a Playroom to put his toy away." he says with a gentle nod. Shrio eyes went wide---they begun to moisten a little bit, he didn't understand, but it didn't sound too fun.
Shiro whimpered. "B..but...when can I be a boy again!?" he asked. Tora merely frowned. "When you can be a good toy long enough, maybe you can be a little boy again." he said as he merely placed his paws at the hem of the boy's shirt, tugging it off forcefully, he blinked as his Daddy took the shirt..."H..Hey...! W..hy are you taking off my shirt?" he asked.
Tora silently rolled his eyes. "Because little toys don't wear clothing. Clothing is for boys, not toys." he said as he also began to tug down his shorts...along with his underwear, leaving him naked. Being naked wasn't a alien feeling....but, this premise...made him feel bad....wrong...ashamed, he went to wrap his tail around himself as Tora forcefully put his tail back behind him. "No." he says with a firm nod. Shiro stood there naked, afraid, his cold , small five year old body, covered in fur, from head to toe, with his little sheath and balls tight to his groin, tail flitting nervously in back of himself.
"It's...it's cold Daddy..." he said stammered softly. He nodded. "Well, you should had thought of that while you were still a little boy." Tora said as he walked over to the wall and removed a thick collar, he walked back, placing it around the boy's neck forcefully, tilting his head up, he whimpered..."Ow da..daddy--!" he stammered, as the thick collar locked around his neck, he frowned and leaned his paws up, to grab at it----before he felt the stinging and sudden flash of a paw smacking him upside the muzzle...!
He began to cry out, sniffing..."W...what did I do daddy!?" he asked as he bawled, continuing to cry. Tora sighed. "Don't touch the collar. Or I'll do it again." he gave another hard smack to his muzzle, leaving an even redder mark against that soft gray fur.
"And from now on, it's no longer 'Daddy', it's 'Sir' or 'Master'...understand?" he asked gruffy. "That's how a good toy addresses his old 'Daddy'." he said a little more sternly than the boy was used to. Shiro could only bawl.....he...he wanted to be a little boy again.... but now he had to be a good toy....if...if this, is what a good toy was supposed to do.....
"Y...yes Master...." he said weakly...softly feeling that thick collar around his neck, with a jingly ring as he swallowed hard, still feeling tears tingling down his face as he sniffed. He watched with a questioning look as he watched his dad---no...his master--- get undressed.... he did'nt take his time...just, casually, getting undressed, until he was nude. His clothes he folded up, and placed on the black leather sofa... a strong, muscular older figure...much bigger than his smaller son.
Tora merely leaned down and flicked his former son's nose, saying. "Open your muzzle.", as he gripped his shoulder hard.... whimpering. Shiro, hesitantly opened his muzzle, not knowing why...but soon found out as that semi-hard dick slide into his muzzle, pushing against his small tounge, he made a face at that musky, sweatly smell and taste....but Tora closed the boy's snout around his dick, keeping his paws around the little snout. "Suck. Be a good toy." he murmured out in a gruff tone.
Shiro hesitantly whimpered through his nose, and began to suck....as Tora worked his dick back and forth against his tongue.....his dick began to bead with precum...leaving a trail over his tongue, adding a hint of bad tasting bitterness to the mix, feeling his master's thick shaft brush against his young lips.
Tora groaned..."Mmphhh....good toy..." he said in a darker tone as he pulled his dick out, not releasing that snout with his other paw as he traced his dick along those lips, covering them in a film of precum. He nodded softly as he grinned. "Up on the couch.....bend over the edge...." he said.
Shiro gagged a little, whimpering, beginning to cry again....not really understanding what just happened. He whimpered..."I...I don't...want to...Da----" he couldn't finish the sentence before he got another smack across the muzzle......he whimpered....crying heavily again.....fur beginning to stain along his muzzle from the onslaught of constant tears.
"Y..yes, Master..." he finally said in a meek tone as he crawled, shakingly onto the couch and bent over it....not understanding why. He then felt his .... master.... slip behind him on the couch... he felt a sudden grab at his ass, as he felt two paws slap it heavily as they began to knead and squeeze it...."A...Ahhh!" he whimpered loudly.
That was not the end of it, because soon he felt that saliva covered dick begin to push at that tight, five year old boy ass of his, his eyes going wide. His master did not relent, even a little, pushing that ass open, and sliding that slickened dick into his ass, whimpering. "O..owwww!" he whimpered, feeling his tail hole...insides burning from the sudden intrusion.
Tora leaned down over the boy and groaned into his air..."Good toy.... /my/ toy~" he murmured as he gave his collar a thick tug, stopping until he felt himself bottom out in that tight small ass, about half his dick buried in the boy. He began to drag out, before pushing his dick back in, beginning to fuck that tight ass.
His motions were short, and firm, growling into his little toy's ear lowly as he hunched himself, gently working his hips forward. He panted a little into the air then as his dick drooled precum into that tight five year old toy ass.
The boy merely panted, mouth open in a wordless whine, eyes wide as that thick cock piercing his insides, still burning..... all this lasted only minutes....but it felt like hours to the boy----nothing but the word 'toy' pounding in his head with a throb.
Tora let off a loud groan as his dick finally pulsed into the boy's ass....spilling his thick seed into that tight tunnel....most of it pulsing back out around his dick....filling the boy's ass to the brim with that thick, sticky load, as it dripped down those chubby, small inner thighs of his freshly played with toy.
Shiro merely whimpered...feeling this sensation...causing his tailhole to sting more as his tail flitted across his back..."O..oww....." he whimpered. "M...master...." he whimpered. "Ow..." Tora gave a quick spank to that ass....it hardly didn't register with the boy, he was too overwhelmed wit the pain to his ass.
Tora removed his thick dick from his ass as he wiped his dick between those ass cheeks, before using a finger to clean off some of that cum off his legs, and put it to the boy's tounge. "Suck..." he commanded... Shiro obeyed....he'd be stupid to not now..... he knew /exactly/ his place now.....he swallowed, saying as his finger slipped off that finger...."Y..yummy..Master." he said, swallowing.
Tora smirked a little..."Good toy..." he said as he petted down those ears as he rumbled cruelly into his little ear. "You're learning quickly..."
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