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There are some things that you should never buy at a flea market. Razor blades, knock-off sneakers, used bedding… oh, and sex toys. Everyone knows these rules, but then again rules are made to be broken, and I was never a big fan of rules anyway.

My name is Tommy, and ever since I was a young boy there has been a bit of crazy flowing through my veins. I chalk it up to my half-Australian heritage—they’re all a little kooky down there. I’d had my share of stupid ideas and dumb things I did because of them, but I was too stupid to learn from them like I should’ve. No matter how many times I got injured, broke something expensive, or generally got in trouble, I couldn’t stop my impulsive and crazy desires. Life was too short to play it safe and think rationally, and even as I was slowly nearing thirty, I didn’t feel the need to slow down any time soon.

Things were about to get even more interesting for me as I casually strolled through that flea market on a lazy Saturday afternoon, looking for anything that might happen to catch my eye or create another bad idea. I stopped dead in my tracks the moment I saw it. It was just so shocking to see that bright pink set of rather large anal beads sitting there among all those other spare tools, thrown into a random box just like one of the wrenches or screwdrivers it was paired with. It clearly didn’t belong, but at the same time there it was. Whether the seller knew it was there, or he was just selling an old box of junk I wasn’t sure, but when I gently reached in and pulled it out, the seller didn’t even bat an eyelash at my find.

“How much for this?” I asked quickly, before my mind could tell my mouth to stop, almost chuckling to myself as I held up the obvious sex toy for everyone to see. It certainly wouldn’t look out of place in my current collection to be fair. I was no slouch when it came to sex toys, and I was aware of all the ins and outs of them so to say. Then again, I didn’t have a set of anal beads in my collection yet either, so this was quite the lucky find.

I felt a little dirty just holding it to be honest, eventually lowering it down towards the table to hide it from some young children passing behind me. The older bearded male behind that cheap table just shot me a casual glance at my question, and he didn’t even skip a beat as he calmly said, “Five dollars.”

At that point I was conflicted. Would it be worth five dollars for a good laugh—to show my friends what I found at a flea market—or should I toss it back, leaving only the story to be told without proof? It didn’t take me long to decide—it rarely ever did. With a smirk, I reached for my wallet and grabbed a five-dollar bill, handing it off to the still stone-faced male over the rest of his junk. “Um… do you have a bag?” I asked with a little chuckle, still holding the beads with one finger wrapped through the ring at the end. I was almost afraid to touch anything but that “safe” spot to be honest, having no clue as to what kind of a life the anal beads had been through.

Just as casually as he’d taken my bill he handed me an old grocery store bag, one which I quickly dumped the toy into to hide it from everyone else. After that I gave the older gentleman a friendly wave and a thank-you before heading off on my way. I tried to make as little eye contact as possible with that strange fellow, feeling a small shiver shoot down my spine just at the thought of him. But I was quick to push it all out of my mind as the weight in the bag reminded me of the fun I was going to have.

The longer I had to wait, the more eager I was to pull it out and examine it in detail. The short walk home seemed like miles as the anticipation grew and grew. But, once I finally made it back to my apartment, I was quick to yank it out of its bag and plop it down on my kitchen table to snap a few pictures. As I forwarded them to all my normal partners in crime, I watched their reactions roll on in, ranging from mostly disinterested, to shocked and surprised, to kind of jealous. At least one asked if I was going to actually try it, and I found myself quickly saying back, “I’m kind of crazy, sure, but that’s just gross.”

After I had a bit of fun with the toy, posing it in all sorts of lewd spots for more pictures, I simply left it lying on the kitchen table while I tended to my phone and the reactions I was getting. I slipped into the living room to crash on the couch, lazing back as my fingers flew over my touch screen as fast as I could make them go. After a few moments of chuckling at the responses, I heard the door to my apartment open up and my roommate walk in. With a few rustling bag noises, he began to throw all his stuff on the kitchen table, having done a little grocery shopping himself on this lazy Saturday. I shot him a stare from the couch and felt myself grinning as he casually looked down at that sex toy, trying to maneuver his groceries around it. “New toy, Tommy?”

“You’ll never guess where I found it…” I added back from the living room, quickly getting up to see his reaction when I told him. It was slightly underwhelming though as he seemed to be in the “kinda funny, but still kinda disgusting” crowd, all while pushing the groceries away to give the toy a rather wide berth. That made me chuckle as I grabbed onto the toy by its pulling ring and slid it off the table, taking it into the bathroom to finally give it a few good scrubs.

It cleaned up better than I would’ve imagined. A few soapy scrubs, a run through the dishwasher, and a boiling pot of water later, the toy looked almost brand-new. Not a drop of grease from the box I got it from had managed to stay attached, and its vibrant pink color radiated out proudly over the slightly shimmering plastic balls, ranging in size from decently small to butt-plugging large.

Now I was conflicted again. Did I just want to stare at it, leave it in my collection, and have a funny story with proof? Or…. Well, it looked clean enough, and I had scrubbed it more than I usually scrubbed any of my other toys, not to mention disinfected it with steam and anti-bacterial soap. It had to be safe by now, and it looked like it would actually be a decent bit of fun to play with as well. I never really tried anal beads before, but they looked about my size and experience level. There was only one way to see what all the fuss was about.

Before I could stop myself, I took the toy into my room and closed the door. It wasn’t long before I’d busted out the lube and got myself warmed up with a few fingers, then the small warm-up plug I usually used, before it was finally time for the main event. I gripped the beads as firmly as I could while I pushed the first and smallest ball towards my pucker. I ground it against my flesh with a few small rubs, transferring a good bit of lube onto it as I took in a few deep breaths. I could’ve backed out at this point, but with a firm push the first bead slid inside. I gasped out loudly at the sudden surge, and then moaned just a bit at that full feeling inside of me, having to admit that it actually felt rather nice. It was the perfect size to start with, and as I slowly worked in the next bead and then the next I knew that the final one would be a tight fit. I pushed and wiggled the toy against my rump with my fingers, doing my best to keep the pressure up on the last bead. At the same time I gave a few pushes back with my hips, grinding firmly against that large and round piece of plastic. All of a sudden, without much of a warning, that last bead surged inside with a slurping pop, making me shout out with a heavy moan at the filling sensation.

It was then that I felt something strange. It took me a moment to realize that it wasn’t just the normal feeling of my insides getting used to something new inside me. That last bead, along with all the other beads, were definitely throbbing and growing bigger—almost as if they were pulsing to life. I squirmed at the pleasurable sensation at first, not quite sure of what to make of it, and a little lost to be honest, but before long the pressure grew intense. Those balls simply didn’t stop growing. They filled up my insides and made me squeal in pain as they ground against my hip bones and twisted along my anal tunnel.

It was at that point I knew that something was wrong. I reached back and slid my fingers through the safety ring at the end of the beads, trying my hardest to yank everything out with as firm of a tug as I could handle. To my horror I physically couldn’t tug them hard enough to get that last bead to move. It was already past the point of no return. All I could do was yell out for help, calling my roommate’s name loudly, as I felt myself fall to the floor and twitch with the ever-growing pain and strain. Before anyone could rush in and save me though, I felt myself begin to pass out from the pain, watching as my bedroom floor started to go dark all around me.

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I awoke with a heavy cough ringing throughout my entire body, sending a pins-and-needles surge blasting through my spine and brain. It left me gasping for air as a few more followed, causing my whole body to shake. From the moment my conscious mind began to take back control of my breathing, I knew I wasn’t in my room anymore. It was too cold and too damp, and my completely naked body shivered at the heavy chill in the air all around me.

I felt something wrapped around my wrists and knees, allowing me only the shortest of twitches to help warm my body. I gave off a few grunts as my tugs worked up from confused to a little frantic, however the heavy restraints stayed firm, leaving me little hope of wiggling free. I had no idea what had happened, but given what I had to work with, I knew it couldn't be good.

I was lying flat on my back on some kind of table...or maybe an old workout bench. My arms were stretched over my head, and they were locked together by a pair of cold metal handcuffs. The chain between them was clipped to some kind of metal pole, leaving my arms raised up and back at a high angle. My knees were lifted over a horizontal bar at the other end of the bench, secured in place with a few heavy leather straps wrapping around the supports, as well as a few more locking my ankles down on the other side. They all made sure to keep my legs spread and my rump open, leaving my feet just barely able to kick without really getting in the way of anything. Even though my eyes were used to darkness at this point, all I could see were vague shadows all around me, not having enough light to really tell one object from another.

“H...help... someone....” I called out without really thinking about it. I added in another set of weak tugs, kicks, and squirms against the cold padding underneath me, as well as the restraints holding me down, but once again my action amounted to nothing other than a dull ringing pain in my body. I cleared my throat once more while I felt my heart began to race, not exactly thinking clearly as I took another deep breath and called out a bit louder, “Somebody...help me...please!” It was only then that I got a response to my call, hearing the floorboards creak on the floor above my head.

I'd been abducted...somehow...and the person responsible was the only one that was going to answer my call. Why was I too stupid to realize that earlier?

I shut my mouth with a heavy grit to my teeth and put most of my remaining energy into trying to break free of my cuffs and thigh restraints. As I gasped out for air, a fresh burst of dull, surging pain raced through my limbs, but I was suddenly blinded with a strong flash of light. I gave out a heavy shout and clenched my eyes tightly—they weren't ready for such intensity—but all the while I continued to try and break free with a new flurry of squirms. My struggles only grew wilder as I heard a door open and a few heavy footsteps crunch down those wooden stairs, leaving me gasping and grunting as I pulled with everything I had. When the figure finally stepped onto the firm concrete of the basement, I knew there was no escape. And, as my body slumped back down into the bench, I cracked open my eyes so I could get a look at him.

I let out a strong panting gasp as the figure slowly came into focus, and as my heart jumped into my throat, I realized I knew him. It was the very same older man from the flea market! His graying beard, his barrel chest, and his thick arms looked far more imposing from this angle than they ever did on that lazy flea-market day. They managed to stretch the t-shirt he was wearing tightly across his upper body, and they left his frame pulsing with each strong breath he took. I watched in near disbelief as his jean-covered legs pushed off from the floor and twitched with both muscle and fat underneath. I swore that I felt every footstep he took shake my improvised bondage rig, even though the concrete was supposed to be solid as a rock. I held my mouth open in a never-ending gasp as he maneuvered up towards my side—that wide grin and evil smile of his quickly spreading across his bald head and face, while his eyes scanned over every last inch of my naked and bound frame.

“Five dollars well spent…” he began without a falter to his own excited smile. I tried to yell, I tried to scream, but my vocal chords didn’t seem to want to work. All I could get out was a few quick puffs of air through my lips as my muscles tensed and pulled, but to no avail as my bindings held tight. I tried to get up, I tried to pull free, I tried to twist my foot to kick him, I tried to do anything I could, but it all only made the bearded man laugh at my struggles. And, to top it all off, I couldn’t help myself from feeling my own erection start to throb against my cold belly’s skin.

His protruding gut rolled with each of his chuckles as he enjoyed the show, but as my body ran out of steam and began to relax once more, he eventually got tired of watching. He gave off another wide grin and turned around, walking off to the dark shadows of the room with his chuckle still rumbling off those cold concrete walls. I gave one last attempt to break free of my prison, but when the man turned around and I saw what he had in his hands, I stopped dead in my tracks at the size of what he was carrying. I couldn't quite see the details of it as it was hidden by one of his large arms, but I could tell the object extended out from one side of his body, and the other end ground against the other shoulder, looking even thicker than my arm from what I could see.

With that never-ending grin, he approached me and seemed to debate on letting me see the object in its entirety, but with a twist to the side, he continued on down and between my legs instead. I braced for the worst, but after a few moments of shutting my eyes and clenching my cold hands and feet, I felt nothing, and heard only a few scuffles and scrapes as he worked on something out of my view. With a few more heavy shakes of my restraints, I slowly cried out, “Please, let me go. I don't know how you got me like this, but...I'm not into this sort of thing, I swear. Let me go, and we can talk about things for a bit. I'll help you out with whatever you want, I promise, but please let me go. I'll even be your fuck toy if you want, just...let me do it on my own terms. Please...”

I just about came to tears as my pleas rung out around the room, only to get a strong gut-shaking chuckle from the large male as he rose up and strolled back over beside me, now empty-handed. He leaned one of his hands down to my chest, letting me feel the warmth of his touch, like the devil prodding into my sternum, while his other reached around to my rump cheeks and finally gave a tug to a little loop still protruding out of my rump.

In all my struggles I had no idea they were still in there, but with a quick and merciless yank, he tore out those anal beads as a wave of wet pops surged through my pucker, leaving me gasping and yelling out in a heavy jolt of pain. Even as the initial pain faded, I still gave off a little sob as he brought the beads over towards me, dangling them above my chest, then my head.

While my vision was busy staring at those dangling balls, his other hand crept down to wrap around the back of my head. As he lifted my head up, he let those beads fall to my chest, taking one end and wrapping the whole set slowly around my neck. He made sure to pull them tightly, leaving my throat barely able to get a few weak and feeble gasps through it, before tying them off with a few twists of the beads around each other. To top off my new collar, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a carabiner, already having a little dog tag dangling off the aluminum, and clasped it into the loop around my throat.

“Number thirteen might just be my lucky number,” he mumbled out, with the corners of his mouth twitching in excitement as he admired his work. He took a moment to gaze over me, but then he turned and went back to what he was working on, leaving me to get a quick look at the new tag around my neck. It simply said “13” as big as could fit, leaving me gulping nervously and giving one last tired crunch to my muscles to try and escape with a squirm.

With a sudden wave of his arms, I saw a little flash of light illuminate something in front of the man, and as he stepped to the side, I could see that black object he’d been carrying start to float in the air between my legs. It undulated and thrusted back and forth as if it was set on some sort of machine, but there was nothing holding it up besides whatever magical powers the man seemed to have. Its form was never steady either, always shifting and morphing from one kind of sex toy to the next, and then to just a simple cone or cylinder in between.

All it took was a little guidance from the male's waving hand, as well as a strong, painful pressure, before that tip suddenly drove itself right inside of me with a heavy push. I tried to scream, but nothing but a weak trickle of air came out as the pain in my rectum was intense and unyielding. The large man beside me let his teeth show proudly in a heavy grin as his free hand slipped down towards his groin. He gave a squeeze to his clothed bulge before simply sliding his pants down and maneuvering his own gigantic cock into his grasp. He was quick to start stroking himself along with the pace he sent that mystical shape-changing fucktoy slamming into my insides. The worst part was that I could see my own erection still flopping and dancing along my belly as the painful set of thrusts only started to increase in frequency, and the size and shape of that amorphous length began to stretch me to new limits.

I could tell that I was close to passing out once again as I began to feel dizzy from the sudden surge, but he controlled that morphless object well. As the hours dragged on, he made sure he always kept me near the edge, but he never let me go over it. As I lay there, feeling my voice go numb from my muffled attempts to scream in pain, I could only hope I was one of the lucky ones—one of the ones that didn't last long in the hands of this torturous madman.