A Sticky Repayment Plan
You owe a shark some money, and you've run out of time to repay him. He offers you an unusual repayment opportunity that'll clear your debt in a single night. Are you brave enough to take it?
Author's Note: I had a lot of fun with this one as a way to unwind on this lazy Saturday afternoon. Happy Hypnovember Day 2! Enjoy my idea of objectification.
Your heart races in your chest as you walk into the casino with your hands stuffed in your pockets. The ringing from the slot machines jingles as you pass through, and you hear cheering from a Blackjack table. It's Friday night, and the casino is packed full of people. You ignore the growing urge to sidle up to one of those tables. You reluctantly continue your trek to the back of the building where you know Silas will be waiting for you.
Outside the door to Silas's private room is one of his henchmen, a well-built crocodile with an angry face. You step up to this croc slowly and have a hard time looking at him.
“Business?" he asks in a bored voice.
You clear your throat and look up in the direction of the reptile. “Silas sent for me," you say. “We need to settle a debt."
He steps to the side, and you swear you can see a smirk on his face as you walk through the door. Inside the room, you see several nude dancers, all seemingly in some state of trance. Their mouths hang open in droopy smiles while they sway in front of different tables. Along one wall, you see a row of people sitting on their knees. They each wear a mask that completely covers their faces and muzzles except for their mouths, which are always open. You watch as people intermittently walk up and fuck one of them through that mouth hole and wonder how they ended up in that position in the first place.
As you make your way to the very back of the room, you notice the tables aren't held up by traditional legs. Instead, each table is made of someone on their hands and knees with a piece of glass laid on top of them. Like the dancers, they wear the hazy, lazy look of being entranced.
At the back of the room, you see a shark wearing a business suit sitting in a booth. He has a thick cigar hanging out of his mouth and a half-empty drink sitting in front of him. A henchman stands to either side of the shark. You see this table, like the others, is half-living. You see a raccoon sitting on her bottom with the glass top propped up on her open knees and her outstretched paws. You can see the same tranced expression on her face as the dancers. There's a toy inside of her, strapped in by some kind of harness, and you can see the glistening wetness all over her slit.
“You like my tables?" The voice is deep, gruff, and tinged with the twang of the south. “It's one of my repayment plan options. That's what you're here to discuss, ain't it? Repayment options?"
You look from the shark to the raccoon, then back to the shark again. Surely, he wasn't serious about turning you into a table for everyone to gawk at. “Yeah," you say with a gulp. “I got a message that it was time to pay up on my debt and you were looking for me."
He leans back in the booth and stretches his arms over the back cushion. He takes a deep drag from his cigar and looks at you expectantly. “So, do you have the money?" he asks as he blows the smoke from his cigar directly into your face.
You feel yourself growing lightheaded, like the cigar smoke somehow made your brain as hazy as the room. You shake your head and try not to make direct eye contact with him. You reach into your pockets and pull out a couple wads of cash. You put it on the table in front of him, then shove your hands back into your pockets. “I'm still short," you admit.
He starts flattening out your bills and counting how much you gave him. After he has it all neatly stacked in his hands, he shakes his head at you. “I have good news and bad news," he says to you. “Bad news is you still owe me money. Good news is you're being offered our speedy repayment option tonight."
Your eyes widen and you look around at the room, wondering which station is the 'speedy plan.' Another puff of cigar smoke encircles you, and you feel your attention being pulled back to the shark. “Don't be afraid, honey," he says. “All my toys love what they do, and you will, too. Being played with will make you feel so special."
His words seem to slither through your mind like trails of smoke. The sweet smell from his cigar sticks in your nose, overpowering any other scent around you. “Tonight, you'll have a very special job. You're going to become my own tableside toy. Your mouth is going to face everyone else for them to play with, and your ass…" his voice drops into a growl, and you swear you can feel it deep inside your own chest. “Your ass is for me to play with tonight."
Even through the haziness, you can feel yourself hesitate. You never wanted to be a fuck toy for a bunch of sleazy casino strangers. But even as you stand there and think about the way those strange cocks would feel, you can feel excitement growing at the same time.
“You're already getting excited by the idea," he continues. More cigar smoke surrounds you, and your brain grows hazier. You're more and more enthralled by the idea of having so many people use your body. “And every load you take will make you feel like you're fulfilling your purpose as a toy. You'll get so excited that by the time I tell you your time is up, you'll be begging me to go again.""
You can feel a tingling between your legs as your thoughts get heavier, harder to navigate. Being a toy would feel so nice. A room full of people would get to play with you, and you feel excited to satisfy so many people.
“After tonight, your debt will be paid in full," Silas explains. “So what do you say, honey? You want to take me up on my repayment option? Or should we resort to more… standard methods of debt collection?"
You feel yourself nodding, though your thoughts are taking a while to catch up to your impulse. He stands up from the booth and walks over to you. You crane your neck to look up at him, and your breath catches in your throat when you realize how big he is. His strong hands strip the clothes from your body effortlessly, and you don't bother to look to see where he puts them.
He takes another long drag from his cigar and blows the smoke toward you. Your thoughts feel slow and hard to move through, like you're treading mud. You don't want to think anymore. It takes too much effort, and listening to him is so much easier.
“On your hands and knees," he says, helping to position you just how he wants you. “That's a good toy," he says as he runs a smooth hand over your supple ass. He pushes a finger inside of you, and you feel your body respond positively, relaxing for his ease of access. “Don't worry about anybody's faces," he says as you feel something else pushing at your entrance. “The only thing you care about is our cum."
You gasp as he slides his full length inside of you. You hold perfectly still, allowing him to pull your hips into him to push himself in deeper. He grips your hair in his hand and pulls roughly as he thrusts in and out. You feel him let go of your hair and dig his nails into your hips as his hot load sprays inside of you.
As soon as you feel the first shot splatter against your inner walls, your thoughts begin to fixate on getting more cum. Even as you feel him pull himself out of you, you're thinking about the next load you're going to get.
You can see the whole room from this angle, but you're only looking from the midsection down. Someone walks toward your table, and you feel the heat grow stronger between your legs. They start to exchange words with Silas, but you notice the way their big paw moves to unzip their pants. Your mouth begins to water as they slowly slip all the way down your inviting throat.
Your tongue greedily laps at their shaft as it slides in and out of your propped-open mouth. The taste of their salty precum makes you grow more desperate for the real thing, but you know your patience will be rewarded. You hear them stop talking to Silas, and soon after, you feel them pushing their knot past your lips, fully bottoming out against your muzzle.
You hungrily trace your tongue over that sensitive area, feeling their legs tremble with every motion. Soon after, you feel them thrust all the way down your throat and hold themselves there as they pump rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into your mouth.
You swallow like a good toy and dutifully clean up their rapidly softening cock. You don't have to wait more than a few minutes for your next load; Another shaft is shoved unceremoniously down your waiting throat. It seems word has gotten out that Silas has employed a new toy, and everyone in the room is lining up for a go.
The next cock that pushes its way into your mouth is larger than the last few. It stretches your throat, and you find it hard to breathe. As you struggle to accommodate the length and girth assaulting your throat, you feel something push against your asshole again. Still slick with cum, he slides in more easily this time.
The two men find a rhythm almost immediately. One thrusts into your mouth while the other pulls back. Then the other thrusts deep into your ass while the first one pulls back. You're being ridden from the front and the back at the same time, and you feel a mix of satisfaction and excitement rapidly building inside of you.
You feel large, strong paws grip your shoulders roughly. Nails dig into your skin as he uses your body as leverage to push himself as far down your throat as he can. Thick, hot cum sprays down your throat and starts to rapidly fill your mouth. You try and swallow as quickly as you can, but some spills out and down your chin anyway.
The large cock has gone limp in your mouth and is immediately replaced by an even girthier – but shorter – one. He starts fucking your face hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust to him. Behind you, you feel Silas pick up his pace to match. Your eyes water as you struggle to breathe around the thickness of this shaft.
You feel Silas grab your hips roughly. He pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, and you feel him start to spasm inside of you. He pulls back as he's cumming and guides your hips backward onto him again.
He's milking his cock with your ass when the one in your mouth explodes. That one keeps thrusting in and out at the same rapid pace, spraying cum on your face and spilling it out onto your chin. You feel Silas pull out and cum immediately starts to leak out of your ass. The cock in your mouth has gone limp and it's replaced with the next one in line.
As you slowly become more and more covered in and stuffed full of cum, you find yourself wanting more and more of it. You're disappointed when Silas takes a break and isn't using your ass, and you wish he would open you up for free use. You want to take as many loads as possible from as many cocks as possible. You've never felt such a strong sense of fulfillment in anything you've ever done, and you want that feeling to go on forever.
Silas stares down at you with smug satisfaction. He slowly strokes his cock as he watches one of his henchmen takes a turn with your mouth. By the time he releases you from your enthrallment tonight, he's hoping you'll be so cum-addled you don't want to leave. Now hard again, he steps up behind you and mercilessly slams into you. He's not sure how long he has you, but he's going to do his part in making sure you come back – or, better yet, never leave at all.