He asks "You remember the other night if you'd rim me? I'm always doing that for you, but you never want to do that for me, only blowjobs and the more usual sex. Well, I think it's time I got some of that pleasure back." He grinned evilly. The hand gripping you to his cock shifts and he pulls you away, sealing your entire body in his clenched fist so that only your head is exposed. He pulls his pants further down and bends over to brace himself with his free hand on the couch. Then he brings you around behind him, giving you a full view of his meaty butt. "You're too small to be a proper dildo, I'll have to use less of the shrinking drug on the next guy. But I think you'll make for a pretty good vibrator. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you out for more than just when I'm taking a dump." He laughs, ignoring your pathetic pleas for him to stop and reconsider.
You'd always liked his butt, it was gorgeously beefy and muscled, just like the rest of his toned body. But now... Now it would become fuel for your nightmares. Not having the patience to teas, especially while he was already half hard, your boyfriend just shoved you right on in there. You got only a brief glimpse of his hairy crack and then his juicy hole that looked less than well cleaned, and then your head was shoved into darkness. The heat was intense, slime and other material splattered your face as it was forced past the orifice. The muscled ring clamped down hard on your shoulders before they could enter fully, the agitated flesh having not been prepped at all for the intrusion; no mater how small. There was a muffled hissing moan echoing down to you, your boyfriend feeling the burn and liking it.
Then he pushed at the rest of your tiny body, planting his index finger right over your balls and taint and shoving you in hard. That was enough to get you screaming. The agony of feeling your balls practically shoved back up into your body as they were crushed by that unrelenting digit had you absolutely screeching. For your boyfriend, it was bliss, feeling that scream like a lovely tingle teasing at his prostrate. Soon you were in up to your hips, your arms pinned tight to your sides as the hole crushed all around you in protest of your presence. But neither you nor the hole had any real say in this matter, as your ex boyfriend just kept on going. His finger twisted and ground at your crotch, bringing you new and as of yet unknown levels of pure pain. When his finger entered with your thighs, your legs were forced nearly out of their sockets as they had to be pinned flat on either side of his finger. At that point, he didn't stop, not until he'd pushed you in all the way up to the base of his finger.
Then, he left you there.
You heard another echoing groan that vibrated the fleshy walls around you, your over heated tomb squeezing and flexing around you as it struggled to figure you out. Your screams had died down to pained whimpers, hot tears rolling down your face and mixing with the drizzling slime and muck. Then a distant, muffled but booming voice said, "Man that feels so good. I almost came just from that. The fact that its you and I know how much your suffering. Man... So hot..." He sounds almost dazed with pleasure overload. "This was definitely the best decision I've ever made. Mmm..." Another reverberating groan. There was a slight motion going on, a sort of rhythmic back and forth, like... thrusting! He was pumping himself! The walls flexed again after a few minutes, a bit more intentionally you thought. "Hey, Bug Plug, I don't feel you squirming in there. Better do your job or else I'll leave you in there for a full day with no bathroom breaks. Got that? That means I'll hold in every dump for a full 24 hours, and you'll be trapped in there with it all. So you'd better get to work and get me off already."
That threat truly horrified you. You'd heard and one time seen how big one of his normal dumps was. With his heavy carb and protein diet, he was able to back in some massive logs, especially after a meal or two. If he were to go a whole day without going poop... You did not want to be trapped in here with that horror. The very idea made you want to puke, though that could just be the stench of the place. Up to this point, you'd mostly just been cupping your crushed balls, wheezing and sobbing from the pain. Even the utter rank of your fleshy prison hadn't fully registered yet, though now it was starting to get through the agony. The thought of moving in this too tight place, of even making another notice besides quiet whimpers just seemed like an impossibility at the moment. But you had to do something, you couldn't suffer the punishment your boyfriend described.
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