The Whisk Fic

The Whisking

I suddenly woke up strapped to the kitchen table naked. Around me was seven different kinds of whisks. There was a long wired one with a metal handle, a green plastic one covered in some sort of white substance,  a small fat metal whisk with a red handle that was also covered with that white stuff, and four other ranged whisks that were all different shapes and sizes. "P-Ph-Phil, what is this!?" I said, panic raising up in my voice."Dan, don't be afraid, we are going to have lots of fun," he whispered into my ear, smirking. I whimper as he picks up the first whisk and trails it along my chest."This whisk makes a perfect fit in that tight asshole of yours," he whispers. I can feel my erection growing as the warmth of his breath reaches my skin. I feel his hand grip my growing boner, pumping harder and harder until I cum. He uses some of it to lube up my asshole before shoving the smallest whisk up there. I moan with pleasure as he does it faster and faster in and out of my ass. Gripping one hand tightly on my erect penis he switches to the green plastic whisk and shoves that up my asshole. I grip each side of the table and moan several times before cumming. Phil takes out the whisk and begins to suck my dick. He shoves two fingers into my asshole and I cum one last time. Finally it's over. He takes out his fingers, unties me, and throws my clothes at me."We still have five whisks left Dan," he says."It's your turn next Phil."