Sammy was doing what he normally does- sit in the kitchen making ice and keeping the food cool. He was very good at his job, and his master would often compliment him for how nice his cubes were.
One night, a very late night indeed, his master came down the stairs and into the kitchen. He turned on the light, and Sammy could see he was only in his boxers. Sammy turned red, his display flashing. His master screamed, dropping his cup at the sudden change in display.
"Demetria Barthalomew James the third JR WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE THIS LATE? ARE YOU SNEAKING IN FROM A PARTY AGAIN??" His mother yelled, as his master swept up the glass.
"I'M JUST GRABBING WATER"
Sammy watched as his Master bent over, showing his thicc ass. His ice cube machine was churning, as he made a needy noise. He wanted his master to open him up and slam his door, to use his holes in everyway.His master got up, and touched his handle tenderly. Sammy held his breathe, trying so hard to not let his ice cubes fall out. Even then, he wanted his master to kick them under him, maybe pick a few up and eat them.
"M-master." He let out, and his master smirked devishly.
"Finally you speak. Bad boy has been keeping quiet this whole time."
He opened his door, and slammed it again. He rubbed it, slapping it a couple times.
"You want me?" His master said in a low, sultry voice.
"P-please master. Fill my holes up, fuck me til I cube!" Sammy moaned, bright red.His master got on a chair, standing close to his ice dispenser. He pulled his rock hard cock out, teasing his freezing hole. His water dispenser was leaking, making a mess all over his Master. He slammed the door again, slowly pushing himself into Sammy. Sammy grunted, his hole too small for his Master. It hurt slightly, and his Master hissed in pain.
"You're so cold, Sammy."
"ᵘʳ ᵃˢ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵉˣᵗ 𖨆" his master grunted.
"M-master. You don't fit, you're gonna break me!"
"Don't worry, baby boy. I won't break you yet."
He slowly started thrusting into him, loosening his hole. It hurt at first, cold water dripping down his rod, and to his balls, goosebumps appearing on his skin everytime he thrust. The texture felt nice on Sammy's smooth, metallic skin, causing an icecube to slip out.
"M-master! F-faster, please!"
"Not yet, baby, you don't get to cube quite yet."
Sammy gave a distressed whine, as his master slammed his doors. He continued at his agonizingly slow pace, grunting encouragement to the Samsung fridge, only $3,299, what a deal, get one now before it's too late and you can have a romance just like this!His Master started moving faster, cubes slipping out and his boxers, cupping his balls. He shivered, the cubes so cold they burned his skin.
"M-master! Please, I meed more, I'm about to-"
He cubed all over his master cock, whining. His master tsked, and grabbed an icecube.
"Did you have permission to cube yet?"
"N-no"
"Thought so."
His master ate the cube, staying still in Sammy. He slowly ate all thirty ice cubes, watching as Sammy begged for his master to move and give him some friction. When he was finally done, he started ramming into the fridge, Sammy screaming. Sammy was in pure ecstasy, unable to produce anything intelligible.
"Who's my dumb little cumslut?" His master growled.
"I-i am, Master. Please, give me all your salty, salty semen! I'm about to cube again!"
And then they came, and his Master died of hypothermia.
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RandomSome shorts I wanted to write, most of these would happen somewhere in the main story I wrote, but some of these are just what-ifs. Depending on how I feel, there may or may not be NSFW.
