Spoiled Desires

Dave's parcel

Warning: The character has confused feelings about the situation.

Ready?

Nipple clamp or a urethral plug?

The small robotic voice squeaked. Dave trembled as a strong wave of pleasure rushed through him by being pounded in his ass hole by a lunatic robot. He gripped hard on the coach, fingers digging in the cushions, to support himself by the rough thrust that wobbled him like a paper despite his muscular and toned body.

 It was overwhelming. 

He shouldn't have opened that parcel. An hour a huge box arrived on his doorstep, thinking he must have ordered while being drunk he opened it only to end up his ass bared, raised and it being used in his own house. He was not a fan of doing it from behind but shit it started to feel good at some point. His walls were softened up and stretched, and his bottom which pained for the first half an hour sucked the whole metallic dick up. 

Nipple clamp or urethral plug?

The robotic voice announced again. Dave thought hard, it was hard to choose, both sounded uncomfortable but alluring. He wanted to try but still being a needy bitch like this...

"Nipple clamp!" Dave moaned, as the cock bent to graze his prostate. He sobbed hard, he felt so weak.

Heavy clamps were attached to his nipples, the weight pulling them down. This was the first time anyone ever played them. Usually, Dave had someone bitch under him whose buds were tortured and teased him but how the tables have turned, his perked-up nipples pained and swung back and forth along with his body.

He closed his eyes, imagining the blond from the previous weekend, she had such nice and firm breasts, by the time he was done she held her used bosom and thanked him, but still, it did not satisfy him, it felt empty. But now he quivered, supporting his chest with his one arm to ease the pain, but the clamps maintained a dull pain against which he was helpless. 

The cock's girth increases, and he feels his rim swelling to accommodate. This lunatic robot had been increasing the dick size for the fourth time now, how even was this fucking thing programmed? Dave bent more, trying to ease his breath, his pride hurt a lot. He couldn't find a stop button on this thing nor was there any wire that he could just cut to free himself. 

Ugh. The cock let him adjust only to again start picking up the rough and steady pace. Dave rocked as the length opened him well, it felt foreign and invasive but still, his lips moaned and his back arched, maybe this wasnt so bad, but still he wasnt in control and it bothered him to no end.

Spanking or slapping?

Dave groaned, just when he was getting in the mood. He wondered for a while. 

He recalled one time when his friend met someone in a bar and disappeared for the night. Dave also got along with a girl and coincidentally landed in the small room, where his friend had the boy on his knees with his dick in his mouth. His friend had a dark turned-on look as he shot on the boy's face. The boy eagerly sticks his tongue out. His whole face was caked white. 

Slap!

A sharp sound was heard, and Dave recalled being shocked. His friend had just struck the boy hard across the cheek, then pulled him up for a kiss. The boy had trembled, but his face appeared to be in bliss. His friend had struck for one more time, softer this time, murmuring filthy words, the boy melted more in his arms at the filthy promises made for the night. Dave just wondered his eyes sparkling, what exactly did he want to be? To wish to be the giver or the receiver? It was the first time it made him wonder.