Linky Dink the Maid 8
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
While Lincoln was out cold, Clyde and Lori had some even more depraved fun, and Clyde has pictures to show the tiny-dicked loser
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Confused, Lincoln stirs, pushing himself up by the elbows, but before he could get very far, he could feel the soft plink of cold metal upon his tummy.
“There. Thought you did well enough to deserve your favorite toy.”
Lincoln had almost forgotten about his missing set of tweezers in all the exciting intimacy. Yet, there they were, resting neatly upon his naked flesh. He picks them up and looks expectantly towards Clyde.
“Thought you might want to use them,” Clyde says, squatting down in front of Lincoln. “After all, you’ll have some real ammo to jerk off to in a second.”
He pulls out his phone and swipes to show a picture of him, balls deep in Lori. “There she is,” Clyde says, “and look, there you are, passed out and missing on the wilder round. She really didn’t turn on until after you were out of it, and guess you were giving her stage fright.”
Lincoln gulps, his eyes fixated on the camera.
“That’s right, after all that, the best sex today came after you were out of the picture. You can’t compete with a girl like her, and I’m the only real man here who can satisfy her.”
He hovers his finger over the image, staring downward over Lincoln’s body, waiting and watching.
Lincoln shudders, pinching the tweezers to get his bearings. He sighs, using the cold metal head to gently grasp the minuscule member between his legs.
He squeezes and tugs, getting the only sensation that the little thing was to have. It was nothing compared to being fucked by his master, but he would never dare to say that out loud, especially with Clyde in such a mood.
“Good boy,” Clyde says in a husky whisper, swiping to the following picture. Lori is sitting right on top of Lincoln’s face while she deep throats that massive cock, causing her neck to bulge with its weight. “Boy, you’re such a heavy sleeper, you know that? You’d be cute if you didn’t snore.”
Lincoln whimpers, speeding up the jerking motion. He bites his lip, his face turning red.
“Oh, and you’re going to fucking love this one, I’d bet.” He says, swiping once more.
This time, Lincoln cannot help but whine as he sees the final image. Clyde has Lori’s butt in the foreground, her anus stretched as it fits in that huge cock. Her back slopes down towards her golden locks, revealing where her face is—right between Lincoln’s legs.
“I challenged her, you know,” Clyde begins, stroking his chin. “I told her she couldn’t wake you up, and I’d give her the best dicking of her life. Oh, but did she try, little Linkie, did she try. And you didn’t even have a wet dream.”
“Uuuhhhnn.”
“Oh, what’s the matter?” Clyde asks, poking Lincoln’s chest. “You gonna cry? Gonna cum thinking about all the missed opportunities?”
Lincoln nodded, the rough tweezer head not the most pleasant means of pleasing himself but the only means he had. He pants, arching his hips gently.
“What a fuckin’ loser,” Clyde says, folding his arms over his chest. He stares down at Lincoln, watching the pathetic sight of the cute servant beneath him. He frowns, thinking about something Lincoln couldn’t possibly know. Deep in Lincoln’s mind, he wonders if Clyde remembers the words of Lori before that final romp.
This bullying, this humiliation—Clyde knows Lincoln loves it, and Lincoln knows he loves it. Is this some kind of twisted form of… of…?”
“Aaaaahn!”
The tiny dicklet oozes cum with a cute squeal, drooling down between Lincoln’s tweezers and thighs. He falls back down, staring up at the ceiling, sprawling out.
“What a piece of human garbage,” Clyde says. He takes the jug and places it by Lincoln’s side. “Clean yourself up, get some water, and clean up this mess. I got shit to do.”
He turns around and begins to head to the bathroom when Lincoln speaks up in a gentle whisper. “T… thank you… Clyde…”
Clyde stops, and he clenches his fists. “Fuckface… I don’t know what the fuck you’re thanking me for. You’re going to be in for a living Hell after that little stunt, got it?”
When he whirls around, Clyde sees the soft smile on Lincoln’s lips. The bully swears under his breath and shakes his head, disappearing into the other room. “Stupid, stupid microdicked idiot.”
And after Clyde leaves, Lincoln gets to his dutiful cleaning. After all, he is dressed like a maid, and he might as well play the part to the utmost satisfaction. If he were to mess up a little thing, like, say, spill water everywhere. Maybe he’d be punished. And that would be oh-so-terrible.