Page 46 of Make Believe
“Let’s go get comfortable, then. Daddy wants to show his perfect Kiki doll off.”
I can already feel myself relaxing and slipping away into a light and fuzzy headspace as he leads me by the hand through the house. I get the feeling he might be parading me around, but I keep my gaze unfocused, like a walking sex doll would. So I feel more than see the looks we get, my skin tingling at the attention. But Rafferty’s grip is firm and grounding.
After a while, he lowers himself into a plush armchair, pulling me to sit between his open legs, my back leaning against his chest. His stiff cock presses through his clothes against mylower back, where his hand usually sits. He also pulls my legs apart, then he positions my rigid arms at ninety-degree angles and turns my head slightly up and to the left, presenting me to show that I’m not moving. That I’m just an inanimate object, available for others to come and enjoy.
The final step in his preparation is to flick my skirt up and reveal my hard cock, which he wraps his hand around. He rubs his thumb over the slit, encouraging clear precum to bead at the top and leak out.
He kisses my neck, but I don’t shiver. I’m just a doll now. I won’t move unless he positions me. I won’t speak until he expects me to.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he hisses against my ear as he strokes me. “Every single man here wants you. ButIget to decide who plays with my toy.I’mthe one who gets to take you home and play with you whenever I want, however I want.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say tonelessly, fanning his ego. He’s getting off on his power over me just as much as I am submitting to his will. His touch makes me want to scream, but I breathe slowly and evenly, sinking farther into my head space.
My gaze is settled on a painting on the opposite wall. But I can’t miss when a twink who looks a little older than me skips up, a bear of a man leisurely strolling behind him. They’re both completely naked, and I can feel the energy that binds them together. They’re at least here together, if not a well-established couple.
“Good evening, sir,” the boy says with a mischievous grin. He drops to his knees and clasps his hands together under his chin. “That’s a very pretty doll you’re playing with there. My Master said it was okay for me to ask if you’re sharing it.”
The use of the word ‘it’ sends makes me want to tremble. I’m just plastic and synthetic hair. I run on batteries. I was made for just one purpose.
To make others feel good.
“Aren’t you polite,” Rafferty marvels fondly. He’s still casually playing with my dick, keeping me rock hard. I feel him look up at the older, bigger man. “What would you and your boy like to do to my doll?”
Suddenly, the bear reaches down and grabs the twink’s jaw. “This little slut is a champion cocksucker. It’s all he’s good for. I want to watch him guzzle down that pretty thing’s cream while I fuck his whore hole.”
The twink giggles as the bear releases his face. He looks up at the gruff man with adoration. “Yes, Master. I’m so sorry. I just love being fucked so much, and I’m soverygood at it.”
The bear sneers at him. “You’re nothing but a cum bucket who needs filling.”
“I’m sorry,” the twink apologizes breathlessly, his tone still cheerful and polite. “I just love you so much, Master.”
“Stop talking and fill that mouth with this toy’s cock, now,” the bear says. I catch him looking at Rafferty, giving him a nod.
Asking permission.
This couple’s vibe is so different from what Rafferty and I have, and it’s not exactly what I’m into. But being drawn into their scene is extremely hot and it hasn’t even started yet.
Presumably Rafferty nods back because the next thing I know, he lets me go and the twink launches himself at me, sucking down my cock like his life depends on it.
Dear lord, he’s good. He moans as his master yanks his hips up so he’s kneeling rather than sitting. They’ve obviously already prepped as he pushes his chubby cock inside him without hesitation and starts fucking him aggressively.
“Take it,” he grunts. “Take it, you fucking trash!”
Rafferty wraps his hand around my throat, his breath tickling my ear.
“God, you look amazing,” he whispers so only I can hear. “You love that, don’t you? That boy knows how to take care of my toy. He’s playing so nicely with him.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I utter.
It would be so easy to chase the high and come quickly, but I know without being told that’s not what anybody wants. I have to wait for permission. This is just the start of the show. I have to pace myself.
As it turns out, though, the bear master isn’t interested in taking his time. He pants and grunts as he fucks his boy hard, gnashing his teeth before he juts his chin at Rafferty.
“Tell that pretty doll to fill this good-for-nothing whore with everything he’s got.”
Rafferty strokes my cheek. “Come for Daddy, Kiki. I know you can do it. You’re perfect. You do everything Daddy says.”
I try not to blink as I stop fighting and blow my load. The twink doesn’t even choke, swallowing every drop like a pro. He’s gasping and grinning as he pulls off, winking at me and Rafferty as his master comes in his ass with a roar.
