Nicky Noxville

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“Dude, I’m not letting you use my ass as a model for your gay ass sex toy,” I laughed at my roommate, taking another shot of tequila.

“Aww, come on, Beau, nobody would ever know it was you. Please, I really need a model.”

“Why don’t you use yourself, then?” I asked, watching him pour another shot for each of us.

“Because I can’t get behind myself to do it, I don’t have enough hands, and, uh, let’s just say mine won’t be as tight.”

“Dude, too much information, and I don’t even like the idea of dudes sticking their dicks in something that looks like my hole. I get it, you’re a homo, but I’m not.”

“I’ll give you ten percent of all the profits. Come on, a self-cleaning, self-heating sex toy is bound to make a killing.” Silence fell after his offer. Before it had been a favor, but now he was talking money. He was grinning, fully aware that he’d caught my attention.

“Fifty percent,” I countered.



“Twenty, best offer.” He held out his hand to seal the bargain. I stared at his palm for a few seconds, trying to decide if I was truly willing to let him take a mold of my asshole for his sex toy.

“Done,” I said at last, grabbing his hand. He let out a cheer and poured us another shot. We tossed it back, and he stood up.

“I’ll go get the mold—get your pants down, and we can sort out the paperwork tomorrow.”

“You want to do this now?”

“Why not? It’ll be easier while you’re drunk, do you really want to do it sober?”

“Good point,” I agreed, pouring myself another shot while he disappeared in his room, a familiar cloud of incense billowing out the door as he passed through it. When we first moved in together, I thought he was smoking weed and holding out on me but turns out the dude just likes incense and shit.

I tipped back the shot, and reluctantly started unfastening my belt. I was sitting there with my pants open, but on, when he came back, holding a little jar.

“Sorry, but you’ve got to take them off and face backwards on the couch. It’ll be quick, I promise.” He opened the jar and dumped what looked like a ball of clay into his palm. “Just think of the money.” Grumbling, I stood up and turned around before I shoved my pants and boxers down, stepping out of them before kneeling on the cushions with my arms resting on the back of the couch. “Um, spread your legs more, and you’ve got to spread your cheeks apart so I can get a mold.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I glared back over my shoulder at him, watching him kneed and work the ball of clay between his hands. I reached back, squeezed my eyes shut, and spread my cheeks.

I jumped when a warm ball of clay squished down over my asshole. It hadn’t looked sticky, in his hands, but it felt like it was sticking to me, gripping every contour. He started tapping on it, and I jumped again.

“Careful, stay still, it won’t take long,” he said in a calm tone. I could feel him doing something with the clay, which distracted me for a minute from what he was saying… It didn’t sound like English.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just have a song stuck in my head, don’t worry about it.” He went back to his soft muttering, and I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of freaky music he was listening to. The clay was feeling even warmer now, and my hole was starting to tingle.

It was like I could feel my heartbeat in the clay, and I struggled not to panic as the sensation sent blood rushing into my flaccid dick.

We waited, him muttering under his breath, and me trying not to get hard. Then—all at once—I felt the clay go rigid, releasing its grip on the contours of my asshole.

“All done,” Felix said, taking the clay away. “See, that wasn’t so bad.” I struggled to pull my pants up without letting him see my chubby.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I settled back on the couch, zipping up my jeans as he cradled the clay mold of my asshole in his palms, as if it were precious treasure.

“You good? I want to get the first prototype made tonight so that I can start filling the pre-orders.” He was practically dancing on the spot. I laughed, the tension melting away.

“Have fun.” I said. Without another word, he turned and practically skipped down the hall to his room. I took another shot, clicked on the TV, and drifted off.

I woke up late, or early—depending on if you’re an optimist or a pessimist—and stumbled drunkenly down the hall toward my own room. Felix’s door was cracked, and as I passed I could hear him singing whatever song he’d been muttering out loud. Singing might not be the word, it was all the same note, but I wouldn’t call it rapping by any stretch. I peeked through the crack to see the weirdo sitting naked inside a circle of what looked like sand, or salt, with candles all around it.

“I don’t even want to know,” I mumbled to myself as I pushed my door closed behind me and collapsed onto my bed.

The next morning when I left my room, Felix was already gone. There was a box sitting on the coffee table with a folded piece of paper tucked under it so that the fan wouldn’t blow it away. I pulled out the note, first.


I finished the prototype last night and finished the first few toys for the guys who pre-ordered. I’m out sending them off, but the first prototype is all yours.

Have fun,


I dropped the paper on the coffee table and picked up the box. Reluctantly, I lifted the lid and came face to face with the fruit of my drunken decisions. The casing was sleek, simple, polished chrome, and I could see the flesh-colored bulge at one end. I picked it up by the casing and turned it to look.

So that’s what my asshole looks like.

I was tempted to touch it, to see what it felt like, but that seemed way too gay for me, even if it was modeled after my own asshole. I put it back in the box, stuck it under the coffee table, and went about my day.

When Felix got back, he handed me a thick envelope of cash with a grin.

“Here’s your cut for the preorders.”

“Holy shit,” I said, flipping through the bills.

“Did you try it out?” He asked with a wicked grin.

“Of course not, that’d be too gay.”

“I’d say it’d be more like masturbating, since it’s your own ass.”

“I might agree if I regularly masturbated my ass.” A few seconds of silence fell, and then we both burst out laughing.

“Want to watch a movie?” He asked as he got himself under control.

“Sure,” I agreed, starting the recent superhero movie that we’d been talking about watching. It was just getting into the action when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. Without turning my head, I looked sideways to see that Felix had scooted the box with the prototype toy out from under the coffee table and was leaning over to reach inside and take it out of the box.

He was holding the toy so that I could see my asshole, and he brought three fingers to it and started tapping and rubbing, tapping and rubbing.

It was the strangest thing—it was like I could feel someone tapping and rubbing my asshole, but it was firmly planted on the couch, so there was no way. I had to be imagining it. But I wasn’t imagining the blood that had started rushing into my dick, sending it snaking across my thigh inside my boxers as it went rigid.

And Felix kept rubbing, and tapping, and staring intently forward at the movie, not even realizing that my eyes were looking his way. He took his fingers away, and the sensations stopped, but they moved to start fumbling to open the fly of his jeans, fishing out his already erect penis.

Right next to me!

I watched him take his erection in one hand, position the toy with the other, and then press the head of his cock against it. I gasped and flinched on the couch as I felt burning pressure at my hole.

“Did you say something?” He asked casually, still rubbing the head of his cock around the toy he’d talked me into letting him take a mold of my asshole for.

“N-no!” I gasped as he started to push the toy down onto his cock. The pressure at my ass intensified. I could feel myself stretching, and then I saw the toy slip down onto his dick a few inches as I felt a few inches of cock pop into my ass.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning, watching as he started pushing down, down, down. His cock slid slowly into the toy, and at the same time I could feel something working its way into my ass. I wanted more than anything to get up and get out of there, but I knew he’d see that I was boned if I moved.

He shoved the toy down, burying his entire shaft inside it. As I felt it tear through me, pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced ripped through my body. My vision split as my eyes crossed, and I did such a good job stifling my moan that he would have never heard it, if not for the unfortunate timing—a quiet moment in between action scenes.

“You okay, buddy?” Felix asked, still not looking over.

“Ohh, yesss!” I gasped, blushing, waiting for him to start moving again.

But he stayed still, leaving his dick buried in the toy as he watched the movie. Inside my ass, I could feel it—planted, unmoving, unrelenting, burning… Every now and then he would shift, and I’d feel the motion in my ass.

I’m feeling his dick in the toy!

I knew it wasn’t possible, but there was no way I could be imagining this. I rocked my hips on the couch, and I watched as Felix shifted his hips in response, a soft moan escaping his lips as I felt the dick move inside my ass.

It’s his dick!

I found myself having trouble staying still, wiggling and fidgeting on the cushions as I struggled to keep myself under control. I was so horny, and I had no idea what was going on, but it felt too good to worry about it now.

Felix was sitting there, one hand holding the toy on his dick, the other gripping the couch. I watched him press back against the cushions, chest heaving as he panted, staring at the screen with glassy eyes.

As crazy as all this was, I was completely unprepared for what happened next.

There was a sudden, intense stretching sensation, and then both Felix and I let out moans as I felt like another penis was squishing into me right alongside my roommate’s. It started moving rapidly in and out, pressing Felix’s dick against my insides as it plowed. Felix was gripping the couch tighter, and I saw his back start to arch. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he pressed down on the toy, shoving it against his pelvis as hard as he could.

Both dicks went still, pressed against each other, stretching me wide, and then I felt burning heat start to spread through my guts.

They’re cumming! Oh, god, they’re cumming in my ass!

It was too much for me, and for the first time in my entire life, I felt my dick go off without being touched. A deep, gurgling groan escaped me as burning wetness mirroring that inside me spread across my thigh, soaking into my jeans to quickly be cooled by the chilled air of our apartment.

One of the dicks seemed to pull out, and the other one gave a final few bouncing pumps before also pulling free. When my vision cleared, Felix had put the toy away and slid it back under the table. He sniffed at the air a few times, and I realized that the scent of the load I’d pumped into my pants was filling the room. He smiled, stretched, and then got to his feet.

“Man, I’m beat. We’ll have to finish this later. Good night.” He walked down the hall to his room, leaving me sitting there confused, wondering if I’d imagined what just happened. I looked down at the wet spot on my thigh; that was real enough. Until I figured things out, I had to keep Felix from using the toy again, so I retrieved the box, stopped the movie, and walked down the hall to my own room. When I tugged my clothes off, I stared down at my body and confronted the sight of my own obscenely swollen erection. Exhausted, I settled into bed, the box forgotten on my nightstand.

“Unnnhhhh,” wanton, slutty moans pulled me from my dreams. My eyes snapped open, my room already full of daylight, and I looked down to see my naked body spread on top of the sheets, my hips bucking and wiggling as the sensation of two dicks stretching my asshole forced churring moans and primal grunts from my lungs.

Inside me, it felt like the two dicks were having a sword fight, sliding against each other in opposition and tugging my hole wider open.

“Waaaaa!” I cried out, eyes wide, as I felt a third dick squish in between them, tentatively, exploring, before picking up the pace to join the fray. “Awww! Three! Fuuuuck!” I babbled, looking over at the box on my nightstand. I reached over and fumbled my way into the box, gripping the prototype toy and pulling it out.

At least I knew that Felix wasn’t playing with it again.

I felt one of the dicks inside me go even more rigid, and burning heat spread around the other dicks. One pulled free, relieving the pressure for a moment, and then I felt two drive in at nearly the same time.

“Awwwww!” I moaned, and without thinking about it I put the toy clutched in my fist against my leaking dick and shoved it down.

Another cock tore through my insides, squishing through the group that was already there.

“Aww, it’s my cock!” I cried out, my voice ringing out over the fading echoes of my whorish moaning. I left my dick planted in the toy, feeling the other cocks moving all around it in the tight space, but it was too much. I felt myself lose control, my dick pressing harder against all the other ones, and then I felt my own burning load pumping, squirting, and spreading through the tight spaces between dicks in a tight space.

“Ah, good to see you using it!” Felix said, and I looked over to see him standing in my open doorway, grinning down at me. I opened my mouth to respond, and then I felt another cock between my own and the others inside my ass, making the tight space tighter.

“Guuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!” I squealed up at him stupidly. He laughed, reaching down to grab the toy and bounce it on my dick a few times.

“Exactly,” he agreed, letting go. “Now, I just heard back from your little bro—I gave him one of the first toys yesterday, and he loved it! He said he gave it a try last night, around the time we were watching that movie.”

My brother?

I remembered the feeling of two dicks in my ass. One of them my roommate’s.. One of them…

My brother?

But… He came in my ass…

My brother?

I let out a confused moan.

“Haha, I thought you’d like that. Anyway, he loved it, but he said the asshole thing keeps turning him off—like he kept imagining it felt like another dude was fucking it, too—so,” He pulled a jar from his pocket and started working another ball of clay between his hands. “I need to get a mold of your lips really quick, so I can make a special edition toy, just for your brother.”

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