Food for Thought [1]
Hämsterviel throws a pencil holder at Reuben's head, chasing him out into the main lobby of the lair.
"You imbecilic moron!" Hämsterviel hollers from another room, "You always manage to screw everything up, don't you!? The next time you piss me off, you're fired! Finished! Kaput! That stupid Lilo and her rat can have ya!"
"God! That stupid... hamster thing..." Experiment 625 mumbles to himself, breathing hard from stress and clenching his fists.
"How dare he speak to me that way... I've been nothin' but helpful to his lazy ass and this is what he does?" Reuben storms off into the kitchen and rips the fridge open, "I'm way better than him anyway... I'm better than his ridiculous notions... I'm even thinner!"
Reuben angrily slams a loaf of bread on the counter, ripping the fridge back open to retrieve mayonnaise, mustard, lunch meat, cheese, and tomato.
"Of all the people he takes his fat-rage out, it's me!" Reuben says in disbelief, "I cook for him, I clean for him, I exchange diabolical pieces of information with him," Reuben scoffs, angrily, sloppily cutting up the tomato in a fit of rage, angrily plopping cheese and meat onto a slice of bread, "And I get mistreated this way? Ugh!"
Reuben's mind is less on his sandwich and more on how he can possibly stand up to, or even get revenge on Hämsterviel for treating him so ill-mannered.
"A rag doll... a rag doll's all I am to that massive... asshole!" Reuben says hoarsely, slamming the knife down onto the block of cheese, cutting a thin, but jagged slice of cheddar.
Reuben, muttering to himself, jams the knife into the mayo jar, scooping out a large glob and sharing it between the two slices of bread laid out. He does the same with the mustard jar, not caring if the mayo gets into the mustard jar. He slaps the mustard onto the bread and angrily plops a small pile of lunchmeat onto the bread.
When all the ingredients are partnered up, he mashes the bread together and holds his sandwich in his hands.
Reuben attempts to take a bite, but suddenly, his hands stop. He closes his mouth and he feels his bottomless stomach freeze up. He isn't hungry.
"Ugh, I can't even eat now because of that stupid idiot! Someone oughtta just knock him a good one right upside his delusional head!"
Experiment 625 stares angrily down at his sandwich, and from the anger and stress, from the pain he's held inside, his brain begins to distort the image of this delicious, meat-and-cheese packed sandwich.
The cloudy-soft bread turns into Hämsterviel's face and two edges of cheese flopping out to the sides of the sandwich begin to take on the hallucinogenic image of Hämsterviel's rabbit-like ears.
The meat showing beneath the bread somehow forms into a dastardly smile, mocking him through his own envisioning.
"What're you staring at, bitch!?" Reuben shouts at his sandwich, "You think it's funny? You think it's justified how you treat me like shit and get away with it?! I work damn hard!"
Shaking his sandwich in a fit of rage, a slice of tomato slips out of the bread, landing on his crotch. His body's temperament and heat get the best of him.
"Oh, throwing more shit at me, huh?!" Reuben shouts, "Well, how about if I just..."
Reuben raises a knee and punts his sandwich. Though his belly is rotund, he smashes a majority of the contents against his groin.
"Oh, so that's how you wanna play, huh? That's what you want, skank?!" Reuben scolds, getting onto his knees and pinning his sandwich to the floor.
"You want it so bad, gerbil man?! Here ya go! Open your bitch mouth!" Reuben says, thrusting hard against his sandwich, envisioning Hämsterviel gagging on his cock.
In reality, Reuben's penis is flaccid, but his thoughts help him to quickly grow a rather impressive erection for his size.
The adrenaline, the anger, and the delusion all take aid in arousing Experiment 625, and in no time, it's not just a hallucination. Reuben's cock grows to a throbbing ten inches.
Thrusting it in and out of his sandwich, Reuben doesn't even seem to care that that mustard and mayonnaise are smearing all over his fur. All he cares to do is continue thrusting his impressive length into the sandwich, which to him, appears as Hämsterviel's face.
"Swallow it all, you grimy whore!" Reuben mutters to himself, growling and grunting in anger and pleasure. Soon, he begins to laugh, gripping the sandwich tighter. The bread begins to tear a bit as the rest of the tomato on the sandwich oozes out onto the floor.
A majority of the ingredients are shoved outward, plopping to the floor as Reuben thrusts harder, cursing Hämsterviel under each and every vigorous groan.
"You like being fucked, don't you?! This is how you fuck me each... and... every... day!" Reuben growls louder, feeling his balls tighten beneath him.
"Get ready to swallow, you filthy fucking rabbit!" Reuben growls as he tips his head back, slamming his hips against the sandwich, tearing it more and more until nothing is left but worn bread and drooping, less-than-crisp ingredients.
Reuben pants and grunts, pushing himself to an extreme limit. Sweat can be felt dripping beneath his fur and his body heats up immensely. He can feel the heat of his anger behind his eyes and his cock is no less a victim to the strain and the anger.
His veiny cock throbs harder, as if circulation is cut off. Thrusting harder and harder, Reuben gasps for hair, ready to cum.
"Eat my cum... you... God...damned..." Reuben takes in a deep breath, feeling his load spraying from his tip and into the sandwich and onto the floor, covering a rather large area and soaking the sandwich in his seed, "S-slu-u-u-ut! Aaagh!"
Reuben's heart beats so loudly that nothing else is audible to him. His head spins and his eyes adjust to the true colors around him.
Panting and exhausted - and with a rather painful headache, Reuben plops backwards, leaning against the kitchen counters, looking at the mess he's made.
Looking down at his large belly, he's covered in semen, mayo, mustard, and bread crumbs - even the juices from the meat worked its way into his fur.
"Heh... wow... guess I got carried away."
"I should say so!" Hämsterviel scolds, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "I could hear every damn word, you fat ignoramus!"
"I... I was just blowing off some steam, come on!" Reuben says, his anger dying down and fear rising.
"I'll bet you were. So... it's this kind of release you want out of me, is it? Very well! It is what you shall have!" Hämsterviel laughs, coming closer to Reuben and grabbing a rolling pin from the counter.
Swiftly, Hämsterviel smacks Reuben upside the head, leaving him unconscious, blacked out in his filth on the floor, one with his gourmet cum dump.
Opening his eyes, Reuben's vision is blurry. Moving to rub his eyes, he realizes his wrists and ankles are restrained.
Hämsterviel has devised a table, much like the stretching tortuer device, made completely of chrome. There's no way to break out of it, and Reuben can barely even wiggle.
Being fastened at his ankles and wrists, even his waist, Reuben is a prisoner.
Reuben moves his mouth to speak, only to realize that his mouth is being held open by a rather large metal hoop attached to his teeth much like a retainer.
"Ah, you're awake!" Hämsterviel laughs, stepping forward, "You remember that little mess you made in the kitchen?" he asks, pressing a button on a small remote that powers on a massive television screen. On the screen plays a bit of footage of Hämsterviel cleaning up the excretion and sandwich debris, plopping it all into a blender, and mixing all the ingredients together - full of Reuben's silky, salty, frothing cum.
"Now... I figure since Experiment 625 is acting like a baby... he should be treated like one! So I will be spoon feeding you your own creation!"
"Aagh! Yaugh!" Reuben musters, unable to move his mouth or even close it.
"Oh, also, you cannot speak. Little winey babies can't speak at all, can they?" Hämsterviel laughs, hopping up onto Reuben's belly with a bowl of the mixture.
Dipping a spoon into the bowl, Hämsterviel scoops up the cum-soup and lets it fall back into the bowl. Reuben watches as his own semen oozes slowly and stringy back into the bowl. His eyes widen with sadness and pain.
"Open wi-i-ide... oh, that's right, you have no choice!" Hämsterviel laughs. He immediately pours a spoonful of the mess into Reuben's mouth.
Reuben manages to cough, splattering the mess onto Hämsterviel's stomach.
"You idiot! Ugh... I suppose this wouldn't work after all... ah, but I know what will."
Hämsterviel recalls just what exactly Reuben was doing to the sandwich. If he couldn't use a spoon, then Hämsterviel knew just how to get it into Reuben's mouth... and stay there.
"Hah! I've got it! You'll have no choice but to eat it now, fatty! We don't waste food around here, do we? No... we rely on you to eat it up! Well, this counts!"
Hämsterviel places the bowl over his groin, thrusting into the bowl, forcing himself to get a bit of an erection. His belly becomes a mess, but his cock grows just as he intended it to.
Hämsterviel's erection grows to an average six inches, and he figures it's good enough, especially for this.
Hämsterviel crawls up further onto Reuben's chest, pouring the bowl full of Reuben's mess into his mouth, and quickly thrusting his cock into Reuben's mouth to keep it inside.
"Haha! I'd like to see you spit it out now, you fat guinea pig!" Hämsterviel laughs, grabbing ahold of Experiment 625's ears as if they were handles.
Reuben's body thrashes to the best of its ability beneath the heavy space-hamster. All he can do is move his tongue around his mouth, swallowing his mixture and trying to keep Hämsterviel's cock away from his throat.
Hämsterviel laughs as he thrusts hard, sloshing the goopy mess around in Reuben's mouth, forcing him to swallow gulp after gulp of his own cum.
"Yes! Swallow it all, you filthy ham!" Hämsterviel laughs even harder. Feeling his erection twitch, he smiles, "Mmm, I may just finish off... you've always got room for dessert, don't you?"
Hämsterviel's body slams against Reuben's face over and over, shoving his cock into Reuben's throat. Hämsterviel's feet slip down and grind harshly against Reuben's groin, forcing Reuben into getting another erection.
Every thrust is a fight for balance as Hämsterviel laughs, gaining his revenge on his sadsap of an assistant. Every time he moves his foot to regain balance, it's just another stroke on Reuben's growing, aching cock.
"Yes, how do you like it now, Sandwich Boy?! That is what your little slut friend calls you, is it not? Haha!" Hämsterviel shouts, slamming his cock deeper into Reuben's throat, feeling his precum oozing slowly.
Reuben can only lay there, taking it. It's hard enough breathing with a cock in his mouth, but the added stroking of Hämsterviel's feet against his own groin is too much to handle. Making him need to breathe faster and harder, Reuben begins to lose air.
Hämsterviel pulls out of Reuben's mouth, making him gasp for air, coughing a bit and finally, greedily, sucking in as much air as he can.
"Enjoy that fresh air, little porker, because I've got something much better for you!" Hämsterviel says, grinning menacingly.
Hämsterviel turns himself around, keeping his balance atop Reuben's belly, spreading his ass cheeks open and sitting down on Reuben's mouth.
"Lick it. Taste my insides, you filthy rat!" Hämsterviel demands, still using his feet to keep himself in place. The more Hämsterviel moves his feet over Reuben's cock, the more stimulated it becomes.
Soon, Reuben's erection begins throbbing as his precum drips down his shaft and into his fur.
"What did I say, rat?!" Hämsterviel scolds, "Lick my asshole or I'll do worse to you than you did your sandwich, you filthy hog!"
Reuben mumbles and closes his eyes as a tear escapes his eye. He presses his tongue, unable to move his lips at all, as deep as possible into Hämsterviel's asshole.
His stomach churns as he tastes his flesh tightly wrapped around his tongue. The pulsating anus is enough to make him want to scream, but Hämsterviel's made himself quite comfortable.
"Oh, your cock feels rather hard, fatty!" Hämsterviel laughs, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I kept using it for balance, huh? Hahaha!"
Reuben shakes his head and weakly thrusts his hips - given very, very little room to move his body, it's an effort wasted, leaving his body to beg and burn for the orgasm he feels he won't be allowed.
Reuben's tongue slips in and out of Hämsterviel's asshole, thrusting in and out quickly.
"Yes, that's it! Just like that!" Hämsterviel says, reaching down to his cock and stroking it, the strange concoction's residue providing an excellent lubricant.
Reuben groans in misery beneath Hämsterviel's pleasurable moans. Hämsterviel begins to ride Reuben's tongue, moaning loudly and spewing insults.
All the while, Reuben's cock throbs and begs for contact. Never has his body been this attentive to his needs.
Hämsterviel closes his eyes, riding Reuben's tongue. Feeling the hot, slippery tongue coming in and out of his ass only turned him on more. The arousal becomes uncanny.
He strokes his cock harder, thrusting into his own paw while trying to maintain rhythm on Reuben's tongue. It was too difficult.
Hämsterviel's large, round body turns around, setting Reuben's tongue free. He looks Reuben right in the eyes and smiles, "Well... since your mouth is open..."
"Aagh! Yogh-ugh!" Reuben groaned, unable to speak. Every touch of air on his tongue only made Hämsterviel's flavor and musk more pungent.
"...I'll just use you as my own little cum dumpster! Isn't that the word you used a moment ago, hmm?" he groans, stroking his cock harder and faster.
His tip began to spurt larger amounts of cum, and with a few more strong groans, Hämsterviel releases a heavy load directly into 625's mouth, cumming heavily down his chest and onto his orgasm-deprived groin.
"Ahh," Hämsterviel sighs, "You're right, fatty... that is a good way to let off some steam. It's simply too bad that you had to defy me... I would have gotten you off."
Reuben closes his eyes; the flavor of Hämsterviel's cum was worse than he'd last remembered.
"You seem very upset, Sandwich Boy! Are you sad because you didn't get to cum as well?" Hämsterviel teases, "Well, you should have thought about that before you fucked a sandwich, pretending it was me!"
Reuben can only watch as the angry, deranged space-hamster ranted and raved atop his stomach.
"You sicken me! You come into my lair, and expect to be put on a pedestal! Well, here is your pedestal!" Hämsterviel presses a button and three sandwiches, full of ingredients, sloppily made, fall onto Reuben's face.
"Fuck those, why don't you?" Hämsterviel says, panting, hopping off of Reuben's stomach and onto the floor, "Gantu! Clean this mess up... clean up the sandwich mess, too!" Hämsterviel laughs, leaving the lair.
Gantu enters the room and sees Reuben restrained, covered in sandwiches and cum.
"You've really done it this time, haven't you?" he asks, dialing in a code on the side of the contraption, "Couldn't leave well enough alone, Experiment?"
Reuben's mouth is relaxed once more as the machine removes the retainer-like gag.
"Aagh! Hugh! When I get my hands on him..."
"Enough... perhaps it's best if we think of a new way to get to him. But not here... there're cameras." Gantu whispers, releasing the hold on Reuben's wrists and ankles.
"I don't care if he hears me... it's one thing to tie me up and use me like that... but this?!" Reuben points down to his groin, "This... is unfinished business!"
"Can't you just go to the shower and..."
"Oh no, Gantu... this is personal. You wanna douse me in sandwiches? Fine... but _I'm_adding the secret sauce."