[Patron Reward] One Last Go with the Toy
The Hero Toy gets returned.
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One Last Go with the Toy
By Limewah
Subscriber Reward for Moxas (Jul + Sep 2024)
18+
The Toy’s mind was quiet. Mostly quiet, save for a long loop of repetitive thoughts and mantras. They slowly revolved and repeated in the Toy’s head, like the cylinder of a music box.
Each statement had extra emphasis on the last word, chiming in the Toy’s mind.
You are a Toy.
You are made to be Fucked.
Your mouth is made to be Fucked.
Your ass is made to be Fucked.
Clench.
Release.
You are no Hero.
You are a Toy.
You are a Fucktoy.
You love to be Fucked.
You need to be Fucked.
You are at your most useful when you are Fucked.
Clench.
Release.
Always be ready to be Fucked.
Always be eager to be Fucked.
Always be ready to take Cock.
Your mouth is ready to take Cock.
Your ass is made to take Cock.
Clench.
Release.
You are a Toy.
You are an Object.
You are an Object that brings Pleasure.
You feel pleasure when you bring Pleasure.
When you bring pleasure to Master.
Your Master is whoever you are Fucking.
You are a Toy.
You are a Fucktoy.
You are an Object.
And so on, and so forth. The Toy accepted it all. The only sticking point, at one point, was ‘You are no Hero’. He couldn’t remember being a Hero. It didn’t sound right anyway.
Although there were signs. Sometimes when he saw himself, in the reflection of someone’s eyes, or in a smooth polished surface. He had no limbs, but his torso was chiseled and tight, every detail of his muscles well-defined, even though the texture was pliant and rubbery
There was also a big lightning bolt on his chest, going straight down towards his genital module - at the moment, the nullified bulge attachment was in its proper place.
His face - a Luxray’s face - also had the chiseled definition of a hero. Or what the Toy might have thought of as a hero.
Anyway, that was a moot point.
The Toy had not had those thoughts for a while. The Music-Box in his head kept those thoughts away.
It was much better that way too. Being Fucked, bringing Pleasure, all for Master.
The Toy’s eyes and mouth were wide and round - though the mouth was currently plugged with a thick piece of flesh, one that was once attached between his legs. Speaking of which… he was balanced on his knees, his ankles and feet having been removed, twisted into a tight, bulging helix, and shoved deep into his ass. Both holes were kept well plugged, well lubricated… ready to be used. Ready for him to Clench and Release.
The sudden burst of fluorescent light filling the room, the sudden change of temperature as the hermetically sealed chill was impregnated with warm air from outside, and the sound of bootsteps entering the room was a sign that it was time again. Time to give pleasure.
Two sets of footfalls, as well as something dragging along the floor, wet and slick.
The Toy would have smiled if he could. Hard to do when your mouth was filled with your own cock, detached and turned into a sex-toy. What use did he have for talking anyway? Taking cock was a better use.
The Toy was surrounded. It could only look straight ahead. It didn’t need to see its users, its Masters anyway. It only needed to be Fucked.
One of its users sighed.
“Y’sure we have to do this boss?”
“Of course.” Keeping him any longer is gonna raise some serious suspicion, and you know how good his friends are at tracking things down.”
“Man…” another voice. “Where’m I gonna let off steam now?”
“We’ll get another one once the heat dies down.”
“How long’s that gonna be, though…?” the first voice.
“That’s not for you to worry about.” the second voice.
“Ugh. You got it, boss.” the first voice again.
“You should count yourself lucky I’m giving you the chance to have one last ride.”
“One for the road, huh?”
“I think you meant to say “Thank You.”
“Yes, Boss. Thank you, Boss.”
“That’s better. Now. I’ve got first fuck. You can sit back and wait.”
“You got it, Pin King.”
Zips were undone, clothes were shuffled off.
The Toy felt familiar scents and feelings wash over him. This scent was more important than the others. Anyone who used him was Master, but this one was Master more than the others.
“We’re gonna have fun, boys. Promise you that. One last blowout. You get to be as rough as you like. When it’s your turn, that is.”
The Toy was grabbed by the chin - very hard, too. The outer body was very soft silicone, stretchy and squishy. His cock was a much firmer material, reinforced and firm.
The Toy remained still. He had no gag reflex - that would get in the way of being a Toy, and getting Fucked.
The Toy’s squishy face was pulled and tugged, as the cock was pulled free. His ring shaped mouth was wet, slick, ready.
“I’m gonna miss this, Raging Thunder,” the deep voice - Pin King’s voice - rumbled, with some degree of nostalgia in the tone.
The name - some superhero name - did not register. The mantra kept it well enough away - not that he would have recognized it at all.
The Toy simply waited for the first thrust. For him to be put to use.
Soon enough, something tapered and familiar thrust straight into that waiting hole. Pin King’s claws dug into the back of the Toy’s head, and pushed forward. The cock pushed straight down the Toy’s throat, distending it and bulging it.
The Toy stared straight into a deep violet torso, wide and broad and built like a brick wall. The thrusts were familiar.
It was difficult to remember things - the Toy didn’t have the capacity or need to reminisce. But the pace, rough and possessive, felt familiar. It was a sense memory thing. The way his face was stretched and scratched and pulled, never leaving any sort of mark, was a common use.
“This never got old, Raging Thunder. Doin’ what I like to that handsome face o’yours.”
Pin King grabbed the top-spike of the Toy’s ‘hair’ and pulled straight up, stretching the Toy’s head vertically. It was comical to behold - the face distended, the eyes bulged, but the mouth-hole remained firm, a receptacle for the thrusting Nidoking dick.
Pin King was a Nidoking, that was right…
The thought was gone again. It was irrelevant.
He Clenched. His Master’s cock was buried in his throat, and he responded by squeezing it tightly, vacuum-sealing it in a tight vise. Pin King’s moans were loud, full-throated, and very satisfied. He bucked and thrusted, bending forward over the former hero.
The Toy remained rooted right at the hilt of Master’s crotch, his head pushed and squished and pulled like a plunger unclogging a drain.
He Released. The Nidoking pulled back, air suckling and gurgling as the seal was broken. Just in time for the next thrust, the next Clench.
As Pin King grabbed the Toy tighter, taking a fistful of shiny smooth ‘hair’, his body squeaked and stretched. It was like he was fucking a balloon - springy, pliant, and squeaky.
All the while, the Toy let Pin King mold and squeeze and play with him like a rough-housing child, stretching his ears and hair to the point where one would think they might snap. But they always came back to their original position.
“Whenever I see you… I’m gonna remember this,” he growled, his face flushed and his clenched teeth failing to stem the trickle of saliva. “Even if you don’t. I’m gonna remember how I beat you, humiliated you. Whenever I see you, I’m gonna see my fucktoy. And I’m gonna know I’m superior to you… maybe you’re gonna feel it too, deep down inside. I, for one, can’t wait… to find… out!”
He hilted inside the Toy, and spurt after spurt of thick white seed pushing down and filling the silicon Luxray’s stomach.
It would dissolve before long; seed never lingered in his stomach, thanks to the built-in self-cleaning functions of his totally synthetic body. No maintenance required.
One advantage of being a Toy; being freed of the burden of normal bodily needs and functions.
“Alright, boys, come take your pick of your holes. I’ll bring the rest of the men. Be as rough as you like.”
“Yes, Boss!”
Footsteps receded as the Pin King left the room, leaving his right and left hand to have their own private turn.
“Dibs on the asshole.” a low gurgling drone.
“What, dibs on yourself?” a more nasal tone, punctuated with a sharp laugh.
“Shut the fuck up.”
The Toy remained still. The music box was still going, still spinning, and it banished the banter from his mind, even as he felt something slimy and wet brush against his knees, as something thick dragged its way behind him. The sound of wet flesh being dragged across a floor, with sounds of suction accompanying it.
The Muk lifted up the Toy with his grubby, dark purple pseudopods. The Toy’s ass was still distended, held wide open by the ankle-plug. The Muk grabbed hold of the base in his teeth, and pulled hard.
There was a lot of resistance thanks to the vacuum seal of the plug in the back-passage. It eventually came free with a thick pop like the sound of a cork being removed from a bottle. Air escaped with a soft hiss as the plug began to fall apart, back to its constituent leg-parts.
“There we go…” the Muk growled, smacking his lips. He surged forward and wrapped his thick, steak-like tongue around the Luxray Toy’s neck. A thick cock formed and rose up from within the folds of his sludgey body.
“Well? What’re you waiting for? Fuck his mouth!”
“And risk getting that nasty tongue of yours on my cock?”
“I’m not touching your nasty dick. Won’t even get close! Pinky swear.”
“You don’t even have a fuckin pinky… ugh, I gotta clean this fucker out first.
The Toy Clenched and Released, his body still squeaking on that gooey, sludgey body. The Mightyena shoved a cloth into the Toy’s mouth and lathed it around before squirting a big dollop of lube into it.
“You know that thing self lubes right?”
“I like it extra smooth. It’s less gay that way. Makes it feel more like a pussy.”
“And makes you feel less gay?”
“Shut the fuck up!”
He shoved inside and groaned almost pathetically loudly, triggering a scoff from the Muk. Not that the Toy was able to judge. All he was able to do was Clench and Release, which he did as the Mightyena took out all his frustrations and insecurities on that tight, sopping wet hole.
The canine’s claws dug into the back of the Toy’s head - leaving any permanent marks was an impossibility. It might have caused discomfort to have his face pushed so roughly against the Mightyena’s grey body, squished in like a stress ball.
Not that the Toy could feel any discomfort. The only sort of thing they could really feel was a sort of dull, constant pleasure. The pleasure that came from listening to the loop of commands in his head.
The reminders to Clench-
“HOOOOHFUCKYEAH!”
“Calm down, jeez.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!! This is my last chance!”
-And Release.
“Hhhhh.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”
“You’re not gonna nut that quick, are you doggie?”
“Shhhhutup…”
His upper half bobbed back and forth like a buoy as the dog and the slime see-sawed against him, hilting themselves inside his holes as he continued to follow his instructions.
The parts could clench individually too. The Muk’s cock wouldn’t be easy to trap inside, thanks to its texture. But the Mightyena’s cock had no such difficulty. Whenever the canine’s shaft was squeezed, it practically pulled his hips forward and he whimpered with pleasure, hissing through his teeth.
“N-Not gonna cum…”
“Attaboy,” the Muk said. His tongue snaked around to push into the round hole that once was the Toy’s mouth. The Toy did little more than his usual task. Clench. Release. Clench. Release. His only purpose. Being fucked consecutively would always slip him into a deep fugue. The simple task was all the Toy needed to worry about.
As more crowded in - more bodies, more scents, more cocks - he accepted them all, no longer able to process who exactly they were.
More filed in. Some yapping canines, others with silkier, more feline or vulpine tones. All of them gathering in to grasp and twist and fuck him in every possible imaginable way.
But there was no room for imagination in the Toy’s head. Only enough room for the mantras, and for cocks that he could Clench and Release around.
Hours passed. His stomach and insides were filled with seed, to the point where one could spot the pool of white in his core, still not quite digested. It sloshed around inside him as he was hoisted upwards and carried over several grunting bodies.
“Where we gonna put ‘im, boss?”
“I know just the spot… the perfect spot to send a message. To make sure he gets found in the most compromising way possible. We might even have time for a little more fun at the end. Raise a toast to ‘im.”
Being in a new environment - the change in humidity, the lack of a hermetic seal - didn’t really register for the Toy. Nor did the jostle and shift of the van.
He was a little misshapen, too. All the rough play had left big squishes and marks all over his body - there were creases around his crotch, and parts of his face were sagging from all the rough trade. It’d take him a while to get back to his normal shape.
His arms and legs were discarded around him. His cock had been reconnected to his body, still hard, and it bobbed up and down with each bump. At one point, he toppled over entirely, and rolled onto his side, his cock acting like a little dowel to keep him on his side.
The Music-Box mantra was a bulwark against those sensations; they never reached what little there was of his mind.
Thump. Click.
The doors were flung open, and orange fluorescent light filled in.
“Shoulda secured him,” a voice grumbled. “C’mon.”
Small, dextrous hands groped at the Toy, awkwardly rolling him towards the doorway. He rolled like an overinflated pooltoy, and it took them a while to get him balanced. With a lift and a hoist and a grunt, several more sets of paws grabbed and carried him out, like ants carrying a crumb.
“Careful!”
“We got it, Boss! Nickits never drop nothing, no how!”
“Bring him here.”
The Toy was plopped down at last, right in front of a long metallic pole. Were the Toy interested in looking up, he’d have noticed the yellow light pouring right down over him. But he stayed still, face forward, ready to receive cock.
“These aren’t gonna snap, are they?”
“Not a chance.” That was Pin King’s voice again… “Stretch ‘em as far as they can. We wanna make sure he dangles properly.
The seed still hadn’t quite dissolved - there was so much of it - so when he was pulled upside down all of a sudden, it started to ooze downwards, or upwards, towards his throat again.
His legs were reconnected, and were he able to feel them, he’d have felt just how long and almost painfully stretched they were. They’d been tied to the top of the lamp-post. His arms were connected, having been tied and knotted amidst the stretched legs.
He swung off the ground, his head about 2 feet from the concrete.
“How’s this?”
“Perfect…” Pin King grabbed the Toy’s face one last time, examining him. Cum was leaking and trickling from the round mouth-hole. He squeezed it a few times.
“Really gonna miss this…” he muttered. “Okay boys! We’ve got about 10 minutes before he’s detected, and maybe another 5 before Raging Thunder’s friends show up. So… let’s make it count, shall we? Line up, there’s time for each of ya to give ‘im one good whack!”
The Toy recognized some of the dicks slapping against him from the texture and girth. His limbs creaked and stretched as he swung back and forth like a tetherball. One particularly thick cock sent him spinning around, his legs twisting into a tight helix before unwinding again as he spun in the opposite direction. Swinging cocks were sometimes replaced with fists or legs, ones that really sent him sailing around to meet with someone else’s strike. Each hit was punctuated with a hollow rubbery sound - like a tetherball made of latex might.
Laughs and jeers of delight echoed through the lot as they kept taking turns. Now and again, one of them would stop him in his place, just to trace their dick along his still leaking mouth.
“Alright, boys, time’s up. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
The Nidoking’s scent came close, one last time.
“Say hello to the rest of your buddies for me… Ah, what’m I saying. You probably are gonna need months of therapy before you can even remember how to speak…!”
He gave the Toy one last slap, before heading off with a laugh. The sound of cars speeding off receded quite rapidly, leaving the Toy with nothing but…
You are a Toy.
You are made to be Fucked.
Your mouth is made to be Fucked.
Your ass is made to be Fucked.
Clench.
Release.
You are no Hero.
You are a Toy.
New bodies approached, and the Toy Clenched and Released with anticipation. Cum still leaked down his face, and was dripping onto the concrete.
“That’s… stars above, what’ve they done to him? Who did this?”
“I don’t know… Raging Thunder! Can you hear me? It’s me…”
The Toy looked back at the domino masked face, and the concerned grimace on the bright blue face. A Samurott… big and strong. The Toy surmised he was the next User. He Clenched and Released.
“His whole body’s been turned into some kind of silicon latex hybrid… I’ve never seen anything like this.”
Why were they not fucking his mouth? He was Clenching and Releasing…
“Can we reverse it?”
“Absolutely. The question is how long it’s going to take. And how we rebuild his mind.”
The Luxray Toy Clenched and Released more quickly, with something that could almost be mistaken for desperation. But it would never be fucked again.
Nor would Raging Thunder remember a single thing…
It’d be some time before he had the capacity to remember anything and all.
Aside from Clench and Release.