Fill Sugar Daddy Lotso/Ken Part 3
anonymous
March 4 2012, 01:35:34 UTC
“If I do this for ya…you belong to me. An I mean totally and fully. No more of you backing out of what I want. You’ll be mine te do with as I want. And I’ll do exactly what I want with ya. If that means stripping ya in front o all the little preschool toys and making you scream my name, or beating ya unconscious. I’ll do what I want cause ya’ll belong te me. And in return I’ll let ya have Barbie. An ya can do what you want with her. And I’ll protect the both o ya… A life for a life Ken? Does that sound fair?”
Ken couldn’t believe what he was hearing “ and when would I have time to spend with Barbie if I were serving you full time” was all he could do to talk. “Heres the deal lad. I’ll only expect y our services between 12am and 6am. That’s only 6 hours? The rest of it you can play house. But if you cross me. Or if she crosses me. I’ll punish ya… I wont ever lay a finger on that girls head but ya’ll feel it. An if ya ever try to betray me Kenneth. I swear to all that is plastic. I will throw you away like the toy you’re about to become to me. That’s right Ken. All you’ll be to me is a toy. My toy…lower than anyone else here…because you’ll be a toys toy. and this deal will stand for ever. Even if she doesn’t come back to you, you‘ll be mine. ”
Ken was standing straight feeling like he was about to sell his soul to satin “so you promise never to touch her in anyway…and the toys and houses and cars and stuff? Do we still get those” He had to ask that too “Ya Ken old deal still applies. Though the costs might be a tad higher…ya agree?”
Ken looked green…about as green as a Ken doll could he supposed, holding out his hand numbly ,shaking the fuzzy strawberry scented hand in front of his. “Good yer mine now…. Totally and utterly “The excitement in his voice could barely be contained ,the power of having a life in his hands that was truly his to do with as he pleased was almost too perfect.
“Go te the toilet roll and bend over it boy. I wanna test out ma new toy” Ken numbly walked over. Just 6 hours a day of this…all for a Barbie who may never come back to him…he must be a full for love were his thoughts as he managed to get himself over the roll , The first solid thwack of Lotso’s cane on his exposed plastic backside making him rock forward, the sounds of clacking afterwards and muffled yelps filling the small space.
Fill Sugar Daddy Lotso/Ken Part 4
anonymous
March 4 2012, 01:36:23 UTC
Lotso soon grew weary of this wanting to ingrain himself in strawberry scent all over Ken, pulling the toy off the roll, a few scuff marks on his backside quickly polished away by a fluffy hand, belying the pain that Ken felt there his face twisting in pain for a brief moment, before Lotso went to fondle his front, his jaw going slack as he leaned back into Lotso groaning. Knowing that Lotso would be aroused by all this somehow made it better. He knew the power of it all would somehow Satisfy Lotso’s need for control just a tad more, the toys of Sunnyside would at least reap some of the benefits of his own need to have Barbie. The firm rubbing of the strawberry hand on his body forcing him to enjoy this.
By the end of the night Ken had been forced to orgasms several times, denied him orgasm a few times. Beaten him…all the while not fighting…just so he could have Barbie… he wondered what else Lotso would do. Briefly wondering if Lotso had orgasm as well. Suspecting he had by the way he’d lethargically laid back on the beanbags, watching Ken silently getting dressed his head bowed about to pull on his shoes, when Lotso called him over before he could.
“I saw that the new toys owner had written his name on the bottom of his toys feat…I think I outa do the same for you since your ma toy boy” the smug smirk on Lotso’s face was almost too much for ken, watching him tug out a sharp piece of paper clip, flipping ken onto his stomached so that he had full access to his feet, and carving the word ‘Lotso’ in tiny letters on the length of his left foot, before finally releasing him. “there all mine. See ya same time tomorrow…I do hope yer girlfriend comes back to ya ken…or this will all have been for naught.”
Ken wished he could cry. He truly did. Silently limping to his house, wanting to lock himself in his mansion that he fought so hard to get and stay there for the rest of eternity wondering if Barbie was really worth all this. Knowing that if he were human the toys waking up and walking around would see how hurt he were right now. Most of his body would be bruised and rubbed raw. His hair dishevelled his clothes badly placed back on. His shoe would be full of blood if he could manage to put it on at all. But in truth all that was missing right now were 2 little shavings of plastic that lotso carelessly brushed off his makeshift bed where his proof of ownership had been so carefully placed. He prayed Barbie would understand one day…if she ever gave him a chance. He may have sold his soul for her. But his heart was still all hers.
Ken couldn’t believe what he was hearing “ and when would I have time to spend with Barbie if I were serving you full time” was all he could do to talk. “Heres the deal lad. I’ll only expect y our services between 12am and 6am. That’s only 6 hours? The rest of it you can play house. But if you cross me. Or if she crosses me. I’ll punish ya… I wont ever lay a finger on that girls head but ya’ll feel it. An if ya ever try to betray me Kenneth. I swear to all that is plastic. I will throw you away like the toy you’re about to become to me. That’s right Ken. All you’ll be to me is a toy. My toy…lower than anyone else here…because you’ll be a toys toy. and this deal will stand for ever. Even if she doesn’t come back to you, you‘ll be mine. ”
Ken was standing straight feeling like he was about to sell his soul to satin “so you promise never to touch her in anyway…and the toys and houses and cars and stuff? Do we still get those” He had to ask that too “Ya Ken old deal still applies. Though the costs might be a tad higher…ya agree?”
Ken looked green…about as green as a Ken doll could he supposed, holding out his hand numbly ,shaking the fuzzy strawberry scented hand in front of his. “Good yer mine now…. Totally and utterly “The excitement in his voice could barely be contained ,the power of having a life in his hands that was truly his to do with as he pleased was almost too perfect.
“Go te the toilet roll and bend over it boy. I wanna test out ma new toy” Ken numbly walked over. Just 6 hours a day of this…all for a Barbie who may never come back to him…he must be a full for love were his thoughts as he managed to get himself over the roll , The first solid thwack of Lotso’s cane on his exposed plastic backside making him rock forward, the sounds of clacking afterwards and muffled yelps filling the small space.
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By the end of the night Ken had been forced to orgasms several times, denied him orgasm a few times. Beaten him…all the while not fighting…just so he could have Barbie… he wondered what else Lotso would do. Briefly wondering if Lotso had orgasm as well. Suspecting he had by the way he’d lethargically laid back on the beanbags, watching Ken silently getting dressed his head bowed about to pull on his shoes, when Lotso called him over before he could.
“I saw that the new toys owner had written his name on the bottom of his toys feat…I think I outa do the same for you since your ma toy boy” the smug smirk on Lotso’s face was almost too much for ken, watching him tug out a sharp piece of paper clip, flipping ken onto his stomached so that he had full access to his feet, and carving the word ‘Lotso’ in tiny letters on the length of his left foot, before finally releasing him. “there all mine. See ya same time tomorrow…I do hope yer girlfriend comes back to ya ken…or this will all have been for naught.”
Ken wished he could cry. He truly did. Silently limping to his house, wanting to lock himself in his mansion that he fought so hard to get and stay there for the rest of eternity wondering if Barbie was really worth all this. Knowing that if he were human the toys waking up and walking around would see how hurt he were right now. Most of his body would be bruised and rubbed raw. His hair dishevelled his clothes badly placed back on. His shoe would be full of blood if he could manage to put it on at all. But in truth all that was missing right now were 2 little shavings of plastic that lotso carelessly brushed off his makeshift bed where his proof of ownership had been so carefully placed. He prayed Barbie would understand one day…if she ever gave him a chance. He may have sold his soul for her. But his heart was still all hers.
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