A New Toy
Super quick and short, this is really just an idea at the moment. It was inspired by a LOVELY few pieces of work by Snickers The Cat.
Mmm, I saw you looking at my toy, dear. You think I wasn't aware of the deep and immediate desire to be like him? Another voiceless, addled fucktoy with his cock sealed away forever, in a prison of latex from which he'll never be released. His only drive obedience, despite all the tortures he's put through? Did you know, dear, that the tiger you saw with his cock in that drooling mouth was pissing down his throat? Sharp, acrid piss that turned his stomach, but he gulped down every drop like a perfect whore?
He can't resist, you know. I could grab his nuts and squeeze them until his whole world is crushing pain, and he wouldn't be able to move unless I let him. I once set him up in the bathroom of a club and hung a sign on him saying 'Free Use' next to a urinal. He gobbled up all the cum and piss that came to him. Dozens of strangers. I let the suit make him feel disgust and shame, enhanced them even. It's what he really wanted, after all. What he needed. Every cock that shoves up his ass, every time his nuts are squeezed, every time someone pisses down his throat, he feels humiliation as fresh as if it were the first time. And every second that he's being used, he just grows more and more aroused, keeping him on the edge of stimulation that never comes.
See, the suit is so much more than just an outfit, my dear. That glossy black sheath that covers him from head to toe tells him what to feel, how to feel. It ishim now. And it's me, as well. A part of my self, covering him from head to toe. I drew him into my body, covered him entirely. Filled every hole he had. My mind invaded his, changing it, claiming it. It was something so intimate and perverse that so few have had the honour of experiencing. He only had to say a single word when I asked him if he wanted it. If he wanted to give his entire being over to my will and my pleasure. And then he'd never have to worry again. Every care in the world gone, every single anxiety taken from him. Replaced by a desire to be used, to be humiliated and tortured and made into a thing. The only real pleasure he gets coming from the knowledge that he pleases me with every moment of use that he endures.
You can feel it, can't you, as I hold you tight in this dark alley that I chased you into. You can feel my body changing behind you. Opening, readying itself. You feel wet slickness against your back now. All I promise you right now, all I offer is that you will become justlike that other toy. If you refuse, I'll let you go, but the offer will never come again. Even if you come to me, begging me over and over to do it. Oh how I want to have you inside me, but I won't do this without your permission. Not, mind you, because I care about that permission. I've done it to the unwilling before. If you have regrets, I really don't care. Once you're inside of me, you'remine. But there's something special about being given permission, about my toys knowing every moment that they could have said 'no', and knowing they can't back out.
So the question is coming, my dear. Get ready for it.
Yes. Or no.
Answer now.