Strap-On

Madeleine giggled softly and sweetly, her cheeks flushed with excitement, as if she were about to give a little boy a very special, secret gift. She reached into the bag with her delicate fingers and pulled out the second, particularly wicked strap-on—the thick black one with countless soft yet firm nubs.

“Oh… I’ll take this one,” she cooed in her sugar-sweet, innocent voice, holding the heavy object up so Fabian could see it clearly. “It looks so beautiful, don’t you think? It’s sure to give him a whole lot of pleasure.”

The dildo was short but brutally thick—like a thick forearm—and scattered across the entire shaft were hundreds of soft yet firm nubs, each one like a small, greedy finger. With every movement, they would bore into his inner walls, rubbing and massaging him. The vibration was strong and rhythmic, almost like a hammer striking his prostate directly. And of course, it was filled inside with two full cartridges of cold, clumpy club cum.

Madeleine strapped the monster around her hips, pressed the power button, and the thing immediately began to hum loudly and aggressively. She smiled at Fabian so sweetly, as if she wanted to comfort him.

“Come on, sweetie… lie back down nicely, ass nice and high. Aunt Madeleine is going to make it extra intense and nice for you now.”

This time she pushed Fabian forward a little harder until his upper body was lying flat on the floor, his bound arms helplessly behind his back and his ass obscenely raised. His hole, already fucked by Steffi, was still slightly open, glistening with lube and the first cold cum, and twitching nervously.

Madeleine slapped a thick, ice-cold dollop of lube right onto his hole and spread it with three fingers—this time really roughly. She shoved all three deep inside at once, twisting and spreading them, stretching him hard and without mercy.

“See? It already feels so wonderfully prepared,” she cooed tenderly, while her fingers were practically fucking his hole.

Then she placed the thick, nub-covered tip right on his hole and pressed slowly but relentlessly.

The first two minutes were rough. The wide tip **** its way into his already slightly stretched asshole, and immediately the first nubs dug deep into his sensitive inner wall. Fabian let out a long, agonized “MMMMMMMMMPF!” His eyes bulged, and saliva ran in thick streams from his ring gag. Every nub rubbed and pressed with every millimeter the dildo slid deeper.

Madeleine immediately turned the vibration up to level two. The hum grew loud and rhythmic. She began to fuck him—slowly at first, then harder and deeper. Long, brutal thrusts, during which the nubs scraped and massaged his prostate like tiny spikes. The smacking, slimy sound was even louder than with Steffi.

In the third minute, she turned the vibration up to the highest setting. The thing was now really pounding inside him. Madeleine was fucking him much harder than Steffi—short, hard, deep thrusts, her hips slapping loudly and firmly against his ass cheeks. With every thrust, the nubs rubbed mercilessly over his prostate, pressing, pulling, and massaging it until Fabian thought he was about to burst.

“Oh, Fabian… you’re doing this so beautifully,” Madeleine whispered lovingly, now fucking him really hard and deep. “Can you feel how all those little nubs are milking you everywhere at once? How they’re really kneading your prostate? That’s exactly what you need, isn’t it?”

Fabian whimpered and drooled uncontrollably, his whole body trembling. His untouched cock twitched wildly, the head dark red and dripping, but no one touched him. His asshole was completely at their mercy—stretched wide, the nubs rubbing brutally against his inner wall with every thrust, the vibration making his prostate quiver as if it were about to explode.

In the fifth minute, Madeleine pressed the trigger for the cum cartridge while she fucked him directly on the prostate with short, hard, merciless thrusts.

“And now comes the best gift for you, my dear…” she whispered tenderly.

The nub-covered dildo hammered deep into him one last time—and then a thick, ice-cold, lumpy load of old club cum shot straight into his intestines. Two heavy, full spurts. The cold, slimy stuff squirted deep inside him, filling his intestines and pushing its way back out again with the next hard thrust. Long, white strands of old cum ran out of his wide-open, twitching asshole and dripped onto the floor.

Madeleine slowly pulled out the dripping, cum-smeared studded dildo. His asshole remained wide open, pink, swollen, and pulsing; a thick stream of cold, clumpy cum flowed out, forming a large, shiny puddle beneath him.

She gently patted his ass and smiled at him like a proud, loving girlfriend.

“See… that was really intense, wasn’t it? And that was only the second of four.”

The other three women clapped softly and giggled sweetly.

Tanja giggled softly and sweetly, her cheeks flushed pink with childlike excitement, as if she’d just found the most wonderful toy in the world. With her delicate, painted fingers, she reached into the bag and pulled out the very last, the wildest strap-on—the real, lifelike monster tentacle dildo.

“Oh… I’ll take this one,” she cooed in her sugar-sweet, innocent voice, holding up the heavy, pitch-black monster so Fabian could see it clearly. “It looks so beautiful and special, don’t you think? It’s sure to give him a lot of pleasure.”

The tentacle was a real monster: long, thick, and twisted like a living creature from a perverse dream. Countless thick, soft suction cups were distributed along the entire shaft, which would suck on tightly upon contact, pull rhythmically, and then let go again. The thing could twist and writhe on its own in wild, undulating movements, as if it had a life of its own—a greedy one. The vibration was the most brutal of all—a deep, aggressive hum that you could feel right down to your teeth. And of course, it was filled inside with two full, extra-large cartridges of cold, clumpy club cum.

Tanja strapped the heavy device around her hips, pressed the power button, and the tentacle immediately began to hum softly and writhe slightly, as if it could hardly wait for the anticipation. She smiled at Fabian so sweetly and maternally, as if she wanted to give him a warm blanket.

Then she placed the thick, coiled tip of the tentacle right on his hole and pushed slowly but relentlessly. Inch by inch, the monster disappeared inside him until it was buried deep in his gut—so deep that the last suction cups were already sticking to his inner wall.

And then… Tanja stopped moving.

She simply sat there quietly, her hips completely still, her hands resting loosely on Fabian’s buttocks. She just smiled sweetly and lovingly, as if she were a caring aunt.

“Now it’s just going to stay deep inside you, my dear. The tentacle is going to do everything for you all by itself now… isn’t that much nicer?”

Fabian froze for a moment—then the resistance inside him exploded. He reared up, desperately trying to twist away from Tanja, tugging at the restraints and letting out a muffled, angry whimper through the ring gag. His whole body bucked and fought against the huge, seemingly living thing in his ass.

Tanja raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her sweet smile vanished instantly.

“Oh… you don’t like that?” she asked in a dangerously soft voice. “So you want to buck?”

She raised her hand and slapped his bare ass with full ****.

SMACK!

Fabian flinched.

Tanja struck again, harder. And again. Her flat hand slapped rhythmically and mercilessly against both buttocks until the skin glowed bright red.

“You’re going to stay lying there nicely!” she hissed, her voice no longer sweet but sharp. “You’re not the boss here. You’re our toy.”

Fabian continued to squirm, trying to fight back.

Tanja reached beside her and pulled out a wide, black leather paddle. Without warning, she swung it and struck.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The paddle slammed hard and loud against his ass. Every blow echoed through the container. Within seconds, Fabian’s buttocks turned from pink to deep red, then to a dark, glowing purple. The blows grew faster and harder. Tanja was literally beating the resistance out of his body.

“Stop bucking, you stupid little fiancé!” she hissed as the paddle kept slapping against his ass. “Now you’re going to take everything we give you. Just like Svenja wanted.”

Fabian whimpered and drooled through the gag. His body jerked with every hard blow, but his resistance slowly gave way. His buttocks were now bright red, hot, and swollen, bearing clear marks from the paddle.

After a good two dozen hard blows, he finally gave up. He lay still again, trembling, his ass raised high and glowing red.

Tanja smiled sweetly again and gently stroked the burning, bright-red cheeks.

“Good boy… see? It wasn’t that hard after all.”

For five agonizing, endless minutes, Tanja sat completely still, smiling only lovingly and gently stroking his back, while the tentacle deep inside him played its own perverse game.

In the fifth minute, the tentacle suddenly contracted deep and tight inside him—and then the two semen cartridges fired off one after the other.

First came the first full, ice-cold load: a thick, clumpy gush of old club cum shot straight into his deepest gut. Then, just seconds later, the second—even more cold, slimy, slightly clumpy cum that pooled inside him and was squeezed back out under the pressure of the tentacle’s vibrating movements.

Long, white strands of old cum oozed from his wide-open, twitching asshole, while the tentacle continued to pulsate inside him, milking out the last drops.

Fabian now lay there completely submissive, drooling and whimpering, his ass bright red and burning.