linxiaopei asked:
This might be an odd request, but I'd like to become an object that gets damaged and/or destroyed. Do you think you'd be able to do that for me?
I didn’t even get a chance to run. He brushed his hand on my shoulder and I suddenly tumbled onto the floor with a loud clank. He fished me out from among my scattered clothes and placed me on his exposed cock. I could feel his warm flesh filling me, his heat making me dizzy and horny at the same time. I wanted to squeeze his delicious cock harder but my body was frozen in place, unable to bend or reshape.
He got dressed and went back to the pitch. As soon as he started playing, I could feel his cock hardening against me. His sweat was coating my surface, and his pubes tickled the edge of the cup I was. It almost felt like I was having sex but every bit of pleasure was coming from my sense of touch. The mounting pressure of his still-growing cock pushing me further and further towards an unimaginable climax.
His cock continued expanding and I started to feel a little panic. Every time he went into contact with another guy in the pitch, his cock would twitch and grow, and I could feel my form straining, cracking. But the more pressure, the more sexual euphoria I felt, the closer I thought I was to… I was so close, his monstrous cock could barely fit within my confines. And I knew that I should be scared of what was about to happen, but it felt so fucking good, his cock pushing me against the limit until… until…
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Shit, there goes another cup. Oh well, I’m sure I can find a cute waterboy before the next half.
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