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That night, for the first time in a very long time, I felt appreciated and useful. Danny pulled me close and held me like someone denied a bed partner for too long.
And in the morning, he got up and peed, and then stared at me.
“I can believe I spent my birthday with a sexy toy,” he said. “I can’t believe I slept so well. Guess I’ll keep you. So I guess that means I better clean you up.”
Danny’s earlier wishes had made me fairly light, and he wasn’t weak, so it wasn’t hard for him to move me around, and of course I tended to stay put wherever he positioned me. He had his own bathroom, and the shower had one of those built in seats, so he manhandled me over to it and sat me there.
“Might as well be efficient. Plus, it’s kind of hot having you watch me in the shower.”
Danny was objectively very handsome, and he clearly worked out. He’d achieved one of those enviable builds that 20-something guys sometimes managed after college, where he’d kept most of the natural athletic build he’d put together on top of natural tendencies. Skinny boy abs with just a bit extra effort, lean and aesthetic body with nice pecs and arms, and defined but not striated legs. I think he’d be called a twunk. I’d had a bit more muscle than that, I seemed to recall.
He smiled. “Always wanted to do a sexy shower scene…”
Danny slowly and methodically, and sensually, scrubbed himself clean with a soapy loofah, washed and conditioned his hair, all while deliberately showing himself off to me — though he had no idea there was someone actually there.
Once he was thoroughly clean, he began spraying me down with the shower hose. As he did, he soaped up a washcloth and gently wiped down whatever crusted cum he’d left, and then flipped me around to work on the back.
“Amazing craftsmanship,” he said. “I can’t find a seam anywhere. Now how do I clean the inside? Pretty sure I left a big load or two there last night.”
He slid a finger in my fleshlight asshole, which was quickly followed by another. I wondered whether it would have felt good when I was a person.
“You’re pretty stretchy there. I bet I could hold you open and just use the hose to clean you out.” And so I was, and so he did. The sensations were odd and that hose had some pretty intense pressure.
“There we go. All clean! Yeah, I think I will keep you. At least you’re good practice.”
He then looked hard at my face.
“You really are a handsome thing, aren’t you? If you were just a little more realistic, you’d be almost perfect.”
And sure enough, something shifted.
And he noticed. It was almost funny watching him do a double take.
“I must be seeing things.”
He decided that standing me up would allow me to dry better, so I found myself upright, stiff, and leaning against the wall while he dried himself off and began his routine.
Kids today know so much more about how to care for their skin and hair and bodies than we did. I blame social media. I was probably only ten years older than him when I was turned into this, and I never preened the way he did. But it really didn’t take that long, and he really was pretty attractive. He shaved with a proper razor, moisturized, even manscaped a bit, not obsessively. It was just second nature. I remember his father’s face was pretty worn looking, but I could see the similarities. Maybe if his dad hadn’t had the generational hang ups about masculinity, he’d look a bit younger.
He left me there while he finished up, but then returned.
“Wow, you dried off pretty quickly,” he said, taking a towel to the few bits that weren’t already dry. “Now, where to store you… nah, fuck it. You can just stay here on the bed, it’s not like I have to hide you from dad, right?”
*****
I’d pieced together that it was around Danny’s birthday, and aside from his tragic luck with Jasper and Tony, he seemed to have a social life. A few hours later, he returned, chatting away on his mobile phone as he entered the house and came upstairs.
“Hey dad, just got back from brunch with Tina and Dom and Steve. Yeah, actually, it’s pretty cool. Weird at first but you were right, it has to be some high end rich people toy. But it’s kinda weird to talk about a sex toy with your dad, you know? Okay. Yeah. When will you be back? Okay, no I won’t burn the place down. No, I still have another two weeks before I start. Love you too. Bye.”
I could almost feel him looking at me. Then he began running his fingers all over me, looking for a seam I guess.
“I cannot get over how realistic you are. I wonder if you were modeled on a real person?” He grabbed my dick, which was still stiff.
“Gotta be a foot of dick there. I wonder what it would look like soft?”
For the first time since this had happened to me, I felt my dick go limp.
“Whoa?!!!” He damned near jumped off the bed, but now he was curious.
“That is fucking amazing. Is it some kind of voice command or something? Get hard again,” he said quietly. And of course I did. He stroked it gently, admiring it.
“It really is a nice dick, just a little unrealistic. But it’s too big for my ass, my sweet toy. Jasper was a little over 8 inches and that’s the biggest I could take.”
And then, my cock resized to about 8 inches long.
“Holy shit. It does respond!”
He backed away, and then paced around the bed, his mind reeling with implications and questions.
“How do they even do it? I would have heard motors or servos. You don’t have any switches, there’s no remote control. Are you an alien or android or something? Magic? Nanites? Are you even safe?”
Then he calmed down a bit. “Not hostile, obviously. I wonder what else you’re capable of…can you grow a 16-inch horse cock?”
Turns out I could. My cock lengthened and began to change shape.
“Wow. What to do, what to…wait. Can you go back to your default shape?”
I feel the change happening, as my body grew increasingly solid and weighty, my muscles a bit less bulgey, my proportions more realistic. I’d guess I looked more like a silicon version of my actual body. I probably looked… like Mason again.
“Shit,” he said. “You’re actually way hotter this way. Not like a toy. Is that real hair?”
By the time he touched it, tentatively, it was.
“You even have a hit of stubble. So sexy,” he said dreamily. “You must have been custom made. Maybe someone lost their husband or something. But you’re practically made for my tastes…”
He took off his shirt and pants, and I could see he was hard in his undies. “The detail is incredible. I think I want a ride on that cock….”
*****
Danny wasted little time slathering my cock with lube and adjusting the angle. He really did intend to ride me like a cowboy. Slowly he sank down on my fuckstick, until with a gasp he was fully hilted.
“You feel amazing in there,” he said, once he’d adjusted. “It’s kind of a shame you can’t move. If only you could really fuck me…”
My hips inched slowly upward, and I saw his eyes widen with wonder. “Oh my god, you can.., yes, fuck me!”
Over the next hour or two, he got the hang of it.
*****
I’d always considered myself straight. I’d been a casual jock in school and had seen plenty of locker room dick, and it had never done much for me. By the time I’d really had interest in sex, I found myself practically drowning in pussy, and aside from a drunken night in the frat house when one of the brothers blew me, I’d never had anything like gay sex. But I also wasn’t a prude or a homophobe — it had honestly never been an issue for me and I’d been perplexed as to why it was for others. Fuck who you want, I say. I’d never really felt threatened by gay guys, but I’d also never had any interest in testing the waters.
Danny seemed like a good kid. I think I’d have liked him when I was a person. He had a sort of vulnerability to him that invited you to think of him as a little brother, even though he seemed a perfectly competent grown adult.
He also knew what he liked in the bedroom, and he’d just been given a toy capable of giving it to him exactly that way. Once again my preferences didn’t matter; I was a toy, HIS toy now, and so here I was, thrusting away like an expert top, just as I’d been a cocksleeve the night before.
When he was tired and had cum twice, he passed out, my nearly real silicone dick still in his ass.
And when he woke in the morning he had cuddled into me and pulled my beefy arm over to hold him.
*****
Danny was sweet but he wasn’t the kinkiest guy or the most adventurous. He was a verse guy who had an innate desire to please others, but he wasn’t submissive, just kind. No doubt that’s why he’d let people like Jasper and Tony treat him like a doormat. What he seemed to want was kindness in return. He wasn’t used to having his own needs met, and suddenly had the means to do so.
For the next few days, while his dad was away, Danny made thorough use of me, both as a receptacle for his own dick and as a way to scratch the itch in his own eager ass. But it felt different than it had with Melinda. He didn’t revel in his power to utterly control me, and that was refreshing. At best he would cautiously tweak me a bit, usually without realizing. He’d say something like “just a bit deeper… l and I would accommodate by growing an inch or two more, as opposed to him ordering me to change.
It was weird to me that he didn’t change my form much, after all the weird shit Melinda had done. In fact he seemed to prefer me as I was, though he did challenge himself with scaled up versions of my default cock. He maxed out at nine inches, and grew to realize he preferred something less immense.
As the days wore on, I noticed that for me, the sensations were less dull than they had been. It was like the more time I spent looking like my old self, the stronger my connection to my body became. And I found myself fully engaged in the sexy times, looking forward to Danny’s ass or his modest but eager dick. I almost regretted that he didn’t seem into oral sex, because my mouth hadn’t been used since the early days after Melinda turned me into a toy. My guess was he’d been forced to provide blowjobs for others and didn’t associate them with his own pleasure.
He never had friends over to the pleasant suburban house, preferring to meet them in the city. Made sense for a young gay guy, and it spared any explanations for the presence of a lifelike sex toy. Besides, his room was pretty cluttered (not dirty, just full of stuff) and he had no viable place to stow me.
*****
Not quite two weeks into entering Danny’s life, he got another phone call. The job he was supposed to start called and told him they’d gone another direction, and the guy who hired him was let go too. He was bitterly disappointed and a little angry, and called his dad (apparently still traveling for work) to vent. I longed to tell him that dumb shit like that happens, and it shouldn’t ruin your life, but of course in my case it kind of had. But his dad was wiser, and said the right things to calm him down, or least make him feel like less of a failure.
He seemed to feel better after that, but with no friends handy (his brunch buddies had gone on a cruise, which he’d passed on because he was expecting to start a new job), he was feeling sorry for himself.
“Well, at least I’ve still got my magic fuckbuddy,” he said. “But I think what I want most is a hug and a cuddle.”
He crawled into bed and snuggled into me, pulling my arm over and across his chest.
“Tighter,” he said. “Hold me tighter, okay?”
And I did. It probably helped that I felt for the kid and wanted to comfort him. I could actually feel his warmth and smell his skin — sensations I’d lacked for months or years or however long it had been. They weren’t just sensations I detected anymore, I was starting to actually feel them.
“You’re so warm and comforting,” Danny said as he drifted off in my arms. “I wish you were real.”
And in the morning, he got up and peed, and then stared at me.
“I can believe I spent my birthday with a sexy toy,” he said. “I can’t believe I slept so well. Guess I’ll keep you. So I guess that means I better clean you up.”
Danny’s earlier wishes had made me fairly light, and he wasn’t weak, so it wasn’t hard for him to move me around, and of course I tended to stay put wherever he positioned me. He had his own bathroom, and the shower had one of those built in seats, so he manhandled me over to it and sat me there.
“Might as well be efficient. Plus, it’s kind of hot having you watch me in the shower.”
Danny was objectively very handsome, and he clearly worked out. He’d achieved one of those enviable builds that 20-something guys sometimes managed after college, where he’d kept most of the natural athletic build he’d put together on top of natural tendencies. Skinny boy abs with just a bit extra effort, lean and aesthetic body with nice pecs and arms, and defined but not striated legs. I think he’d be called a twunk. I’d had a bit more muscle than that, I seemed to recall.
He smiled. “Always wanted to do a sexy shower scene…”
Danny slowly and methodically, and sensually, scrubbed himself clean with a soapy loofah, washed and conditioned his hair, all while deliberately showing himself off to me — though he had no idea there was someone actually there.
Once he was thoroughly clean, he began spraying me down with the shower hose. As he did, he soaped up a washcloth and gently wiped down whatever crusted cum he’d left, and then flipped me around to work on the back.
“Amazing craftsmanship,” he said. “I can’t find a seam anywhere. Now how do I clean the inside? Pretty sure I left a big load or two there last night.”
He slid a finger in my fleshlight asshole, which was quickly followed by another. I wondered whether it would have felt good when I was a person.
“You’re pretty stretchy there. I bet I could hold you open and just use the hose to clean you out.” And so I was, and so he did. The sensations were odd and that hose had some pretty intense pressure.
“There we go. All clean! Yeah, I think I will keep you. At least you’re good practice.”
He then looked hard at my face.
“You really are a handsome thing, aren’t you? If you were just a little more realistic, you’d be almost perfect.”
And sure enough, something shifted.
And he noticed. It was almost funny watching him do a double take.
“I must be seeing things.”
He decided that standing me up would allow me to dry better, so I found myself upright, stiff, and leaning against the wall while he dried himself off and began his routine.
Kids today know so much more about how to care for their skin and hair and bodies than we did. I blame social media. I was probably only ten years older than him when I was turned into this, and I never preened the way he did. But it really didn’t take that long, and he really was pretty attractive. He shaved with a proper razor, moisturized, even manscaped a bit, not obsessively. It was just second nature. I remember his father’s face was pretty worn looking, but I could see the similarities. Maybe if his dad hadn’t had the generational hang ups about masculinity, he’d look a bit younger.
He left me there while he finished up, but then returned.
“Wow, you dried off pretty quickly,” he said, taking a towel to the few bits that weren’t already dry. “Now, where to store you… nah, fuck it. You can just stay here on the bed, it’s not like I have to hide you from dad, right?”
*****
I’d pieced together that it was around Danny’s birthday, and aside from his tragic luck with Jasper and Tony, he seemed to have a social life. A few hours later, he returned, chatting away on his mobile phone as he entered the house and came upstairs.
“Hey dad, just got back from brunch with Tina and Dom and Steve. Yeah, actually, it’s pretty cool. Weird at first but you were right, it has to be some high end rich people toy. But it’s kinda weird to talk about a sex toy with your dad, you know? Okay. Yeah. When will you be back? Okay, no I won’t burn the place down. No, I still have another two weeks before I start. Love you too. Bye.”
I could almost feel him looking at me. Then he began running his fingers all over me, looking for a seam I guess.
“I cannot get over how realistic you are. I wonder if you were modeled on a real person?” He grabbed my dick, which was still stiff.
“Gotta be a foot of dick there. I wonder what it would look like soft?”
For the first time since this had happened to me, I felt my dick go limp.
“Whoa?!!!” He damned near jumped off the bed, but now he was curious.
“That is fucking amazing. Is it some kind of voice command or something? Get hard again,” he said quietly. And of course I did. He stroked it gently, admiring it.
“It really is a nice dick, just a little unrealistic. But it’s too big for my ass, my sweet toy. Jasper was a little over 8 inches and that’s the biggest I could take.”
And then, my cock resized to about 8 inches long.
“Holy shit. It does respond!”
He backed away, and then paced around the bed, his mind reeling with implications and questions.
“How do they even do it? I would have heard motors or servos. You don’t have any switches, there’s no remote control. Are you an alien or android or something? Magic? Nanites? Are you even safe?”
Then he calmed down a bit. “Not hostile, obviously. I wonder what else you’re capable of…can you grow a 16-inch horse cock?”
Turns out I could. My cock lengthened and began to change shape.
“Wow. What to do, what to…wait. Can you go back to your default shape?”
I feel the change happening, as my body grew increasingly solid and weighty, my muscles a bit less bulgey, my proportions more realistic. I’d guess I looked more like a silicon version of my actual body. I probably looked… like Mason again.
“Shit,” he said. “You’re actually way hotter this way. Not like a toy. Is that real hair?”
By the time he touched it, tentatively, it was.
“You even have a hit of stubble. So sexy,” he said dreamily. “You must have been custom made. Maybe someone lost their husband or something. But you’re practically made for my tastes…”
He took off his shirt and pants, and I could see he was hard in his undies. “The detail is incredible. I think I want a ride on that cock….”
*****
Danny wasted little time slathering my cock with lube and adjusting the angle. He really did intend to ride me like a cowboy. Slowly he sank down on my fuckstick, until with a gasp he was fully hilted.
“You feel amazing in there,” he said, once he’d adjusted. “It’s kind of a shame you can’t move. If only you could really fuck me…”
My hips inched slowly upward, and I saw his eyes widen with wonder. “Oh my god, you can.., yes, fuck me!”
Over the next hour or two, he got the hang of it.
*****
I’d always considered myself straight. I’d been a casual jock in school and had seen plenty of locker room dick, and it had never done much for me. By the time I’d really had interest in sex, I found myself practically drowning in pussy, and aside from a drunken night in the frat house when one of the brothers blew me, I’d never had anything like gay sex. But I also wasn’t a prude or a homophobe — it had honestly never been an issue for me and I’d been perplexed as to why it was for others. Fuck who you want, I say. I’d never really felt threatened by gay guys, but I’d also never had any interest in testing the waters.
Danny seemed like a good kid. I think I’d have liked him when I was a person. He had a sort of vulnerability to him that invited you to think of him as a little brother, even though he seemed a perfectly competent grown adult.
He also knew what he liked in the bedroom, and he’d just been given a toy capable of giving it to him exactly that way. Once again my preferences didn’t matter; I was a toy, HIS toy now, and so here I was, thrusting away like an expert top, just as I’d been a cocksleeve the night before.
When he was tired and had cum twice, he passed out, my nearly real silicone dick still in his ass.
And when he woke in the morning he had cuddled into me and pulled my beefy arm over to hold him.
*****
Danny was sweet but he wasn’t the kinkiest guy or the most adventurous. He was a verse guy who had an innate desire to please others, but he wasn’t submissive, just kind. No doubt that’s why he’d let people like Jasper and Tony treat him like a doormat. What he seemed to want was kindness in return. He wasn’t used to having his own needs met, and suddenly had the means to do so.
For the next few days, while his dad was away, Danny made thorough use of me, both as a receptacle for his own dick and as a way to scratch the itch in his own eager ass. But it felt different than it had with Melinda. He didn’t revel in his power to utterly control me, and that was refreshing. At best he would cautiously tweak me a bit, usually without realizing. He’d say something like “just a bit deeper… l and I would accommodate by growing an inch or two more, as opposed to him ordering me to change.
It was weird to me that he didn’t change my form much, after all the weird shit Melinda had done. In fact he seemed to prefer me as I was, though he did challenge himself with scaled up versions of my default cock. He maxed out at nine inches, and grew to realize he preferred something less immense.
As the days wore on, I noticed that for me, the sensations were less dull than they had been. It was like the more time I spent looking like my old self, the stronger my connection to my body became. And I found myself fully engaged in the sexy times, looking forward to Danny’s ass or his modest but eager dick. I almost regretted that he didn’t seem into oral sex, because my mouth hadn’t been used since the early days after Melinda turned me into a toy. My guess was he’d been forced to provide blowjobs for others and didn’t associate them with his own pleasure.
He never had friends over to the pleasant suburban house, preferring to meet them in the city. Made sense for a young gay guy, and it spared any explanations for the presence of a lifelike sex toy. Besides, his room was pretty cluttered (not dirty, just full of stuff) and he had no viable place to stow me.
*****
Not quite two weeks into entering Danny’s life, he got another phone call. The job he was supposed to start called and told him they’d gone another direction, and the guy who hired him was let go too. He was bitterly disappointed and a little angry, and called his dad (apparently still traveling for work) to vent. I longed to tell him that dumb shit like that happens, and it shouldn’t ruin your life, but of course in my case it kind of had. But his dad was wiser, and said the right things to calm him down, or least make him feel like less of a failure.
He seemed to feel better after that, but with no friends handy (his brunch buddies had gone on a cruise, which he’d passed on because he was expecting to start a new job), he was feeling sorry for himself.
“Well, at least I’ve still got my magic fuckbuddy,” he said. “But I think what I want most is a hug and a cuddle.”
He crawled into bed and snuggled into me, pulling my arm over and across his chest.
“Tighter,” he said. “Hold me tighter, okay?”
And I did. It probably helped that I felt for the kid and wanted to comfort him. I could actually feel his warmth and smell his skin — sensations I’d lacked for months or years or however long it had been. They weren’t just sensations I detected anymore, I was starting to actually feel them.
“You’re so warm and comforting,” Danny said as he drifted off in my arms. “I wish you were real.”
I've enjoyed many of your stories (Bart Learns To Relax being a favourite!) but this is the best one yet! I can't wait to read more!
Thanks! I used to just write this stuff stream of consciousness, no real editing, no idea where it was going, not really taking it seriously and just letting it out. These days I’m doing that in a google docs file first, and often finishing or mostly finishing them before I post the first bit. I think it definitely helps the stories be a bit more cohesive.
LOVE this story and it’s about to get really good for our former sex toy.
ok that first half with his girlfriend was rough but here with danny its looking good 
cant wait to see where this goes
cant wait to see where this goes
You know that scene at the end of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, where the Beast turns human again, and light shoots out of his fingertips as he floats in the air?
Yeah, it was nothing like that.
There was a sense of pins and needles, like when you’ve fallen asleep on your arm. But it was everywhere, starting from my chest and spreading everywhere slowly. I felt like I’d woken from a slumber. And then I began to breathe once more, slow gentle breaths.
Just enough to tickle the back of Danny’s neck.
“What the hell?!?!”
He pushed away, startled, and rolled off the bed with a thump.
“Oh my god, oh my god, what—-“
“Relax, Danny,” I said, my voice hoarse through long disuse. I cleared my throat and spoke again.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said. “I promise.”
“How? What?”
“My ex cursed me,” I said. “Somehow she turned me into a living sex toy. But she died, and the person who did it for her is also gone. I’d given up hope of ever turning back until you came along.”
“Holy shit,” he said. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were some kind of ultra high tech thing…”
“I don’t know what I was. But I think you broke the curse by making me real again.”
“So you’ve been aware all this time?”
“Yup,” I said.
“I am so fucking embarrassed,” he said.
“Why? You had no way of knowing. Really, thank you. You freed me from a very strange half life.”
By now I’d sat up and stretched. I held out a hand.
“Hi, I’m Mason. You’re Danny.”
*****
Once the shock wore off, Danny seemed to take it rather well, and shifted from fear to worry. I’d asked to use the bathroom, and he brought me a towel and toothbrush and two sets of boxers and t shirts. One was his, the other his dad’s.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d fit in mine,” he said.
“Thanks, but it’s not like you haven’t seen my junk before,” I said, teasing.
“Um. Yeah, I will grab some sweat pants too,” he said. “If you’re hungry there’s some stuff in the fridge, just let me know and I can —“
“Thank you, Danny. I could eat anything. Just let me wash up first.”
*****
Turned out Danny had some basic skills, and whipped up some eggs and bacon and toast for us. There are few things I love more than getting out of the shower to the smell of bacon and coffee.
“Here, I hope you’re good with scrambled,” he said. “Cream?”
“Just a drop, thanks. This looks great.”
Awkwardly over breakfast, he prodded me for information, and I realized I had no real sense for how long I’d been trapped as a sex toy. But that proved easy enough to determine: Melinda had died over a year ago, and had made partner two years prior to that.
Our best guess was that I’d been stuck as a toy for almost four years — far beyond the couple of months she’d said she’d keep me.
A bit of digging found little trace of me after my disappearance. No missing persons case, nothing, and I’d never been listed as dead. I had no belongings and no ID, however. I’d have to try to piece together my life again from scratch.
After spending all that time with no real emotional connection or outlet, the reality of just how badly I’d been screwed slammed into me all at once. I broke down rather suddenly.
And then Danny was there, tentatively hugging me back, and telling me we’d figure it out. Somehow, in that moment, I knew we would.
*****
Yeah, it was nothing like that.
There was a sense of pins and needles, like when you’ve fallen asleep on your arm. But it was everywhere, starting from my chest and spreading everywhere slowly. I felt like I’d woken from a slumber. And then I began to breathe once more, slow gentle breaths.
Just enough to tickle the back of Danny’s neck.
“What the hell?!?!”
He pushed away, startled, and rolled off the bed with a thump.
“Oh my god, oh my god, what—-“
“Relax, Danny,” I said, my voice hoarse through long disuse. I cleared my throat and spoke again.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said. “I promise.”
“How? What?”
“My ex cursed me,” I said. “Somehow she turned me into a living sex toy. But she died, and the person who did it for her is also gone. I’d given up hope of ever turning back until you came along.”
“Holy shit,” he said. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were some kind of ultra high tech thing…”
“I don’t know what I was. But I think you broke the curse by making me real again.”
“So you’ve been aware all this time?”
“Yup,” I said.
“I am so fucking embarrassed,” he said.
“Why? You had no way of knowing. Really, thank you. You freed me from a very strange half life.”
By now I’d sat up and stretched. I held out a hand.
“Hi, I’m Mason. You’re Danny.”
*****
Once the shock wore off, Danny seemed to take it rather well, and shifted from fear to worry. I’d asked to use the bathroom, and he brought me a towel and toothbrush and two sets of boxers and t shirts. One was his, the other his dad’s.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d fit in mine,” he said.
“Thanks, but it’s not like you haven’t seen my junk before,” I said, teasing.
“Um. Yeah, I will grab some sweat pants too,” he said. “If you’re hungry there’s some stuff in the fridge, just let me know and I can —“
“Thank you, Danny. I could eat anything. Just let me wash up first.”
*****
Turned out Danny had some basic skills, and whipped up some eggs and bacon and toast for us. There are few things I love more than getting out of the shower to the smell of bacon and coffee.
“Here, I hope you’re good with scrambled,” he said. “Cream?”
“Just a drop, thanks. This looks great.”
Awkwardly over breakfast, he prodded me for information, and I realized I had no real sense for how long I’d been trapped as a sex toy. But that proved easy enough to determine: Melinda had died over a year ago, and had made partner two years prior to that.
Our best guess was that I’d been stuck as a toy for almost four years — far beyond the couple of months she’d said she’d keep me.
A bit of digging found little trace of me after my disappearance. No missing persons case, nothing, and I’d never been listed as dead. I had no belongings and no ID, however. I’d have to try to piece together my life again from scratch.
After spending all that time with no real emotional connection or outlet, the reality of just how badly I’d been screwed slammed into me all at once. I broke down rather suddenly.
And then Danny was there, tentatively hugging me back, and telling me we’d figure it out. Somehow, in that moment, I knew we would.
*****
Dream, this was lovely - will there be more to this story or is this the end now that he's human again and found someone who cares about him?
Of course, it wasn’t that simple — I’d have to figure out how to reestablish my identity, for one thing. Once I had that sorted, there was the whole issue of explaining my absence, and getting access to records and everything else.
Danny was amazing. Apparently he’d watched a lot of real crime shows and one of Tina From College’s brothers was a skip tracer. The story we went with was that my ex had drugged me and I’d spent years brainwashed and off the grid until I found myself here, which was kind of true. I should have been more concerned that Alex the skip tracer found it plausible. He and Danny seemed to have a common interest in the horrible things people do to each other, and he would only say that he’d seen worse. He was a godsend helping me work through all the steps, and I owed Alex a debt of gratitude, too — though he was content to indulge in his hobby.
Danny’s dad was surprised to find Danny had a new boyfriend, and a little annoyed that the expensive sex toy had “malfunctioned” and had to be sent to the landfill. But he was empathetic and a decent guy, and cautiously allowed me to stay.
Dan Sr and his son had a weirdly wholesome vibe. Mom was long gone, and the divorce settlement had left Dan with the nice suburban house and Danny with a college fund. Dan worked demo and cleanup work, hard honest work, but he’d built a life for him and his boy, and had handled his coming out with remarkable grace. He just wanted the kid to be happy. Once he made sure I wasn’t another user trying to take advantage of his boy, we were good. And I liked him.
Danny himself was smart as a whip, and had a degree in civil engineering. He wanted to design bridges and embankments, and dreamed of seeing the Roman aqueducts up close. Unfortunately the job market wasn’t doing him any favors, and despite his talent and natural charm, he lacked confidence.
Danny was good with the internet, though, and we were able to get access to my email and cloud stuff, which had miraculously never been shut down. That made a lot of stuff easier than it might have been otherwise.
And then, a bright star, six months into my rebuilding: turned out I’d been named beneficiary on a life insurance policy Melinda had through work, and she’d never gotten around to changing it. Of course, they’d not been able to find me.
And so that policy, worth $250k, was suddenly mine. There was also our old joint account, which had about $30k in it. Procrastination was always her weakness; if she had bothered to keep up with the paperwork, I’d have nothing.
Instead, I had money to pay back Dan and Danny for the money they’d laid out for me while I was getting my life back. I didn’t tell them I planned to do it, but I showed up with $20k in a cash bag and handed it over at breakfast one morning.
Dan refused to accept it, but I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“I’ve been here half a year and it’s a fraction of what I owe you. I will also be paying rent and contributing to the expenses, now that I have some way to pitch in.”
“Told ya, Dad,” Danny said. Dan Sr, smiled and gave me a big hug.
I never did move out.
*****
Before we knew it, another six months had passed. I got certified and found a job as a fitness coach for suburban middle aged women, and kept getting told I looked young for my age. The manager told me “gay ain’t a problem, you’re hot and they like that, and you’re not going to fuck up any of their marriages, right?” The place was more of a private club and the benefits were solid, and I liked the work.
Danny got a call one morning from the same guy who’d hired him before getting fired — he’d wound up at a bigger firm, and was allowed to build his own team there. He wanted Danny and made a solid offer, which Danny was happy to accept.
On a more personal level, things with Danny and me had gone…quite well. We had an emotional connection that I was surprised by, and we were quite compatible sexually. I confessed to having been straight before my life changing stint as a toy, and he didn’t care. He found me sexy but never objectified me, or wanted me to be something I wasn’t. And I realized he would never take me for granted.
Danny was easy to love, and after what I’d been through, I was determined to be worthy of him.
One morning after Danny had left for work, I was cleaning up the kitchen when Dan Sr wandered in with an odd look on his face.
“Mason,” he said. “I been thinking about something for a while now.”
“What’s on your mind, Dan?”
“Well, it’s pretty clear you aren’t going anywhere and that boy of mine adores you. Hell, I think you’re almost good enough for him,” he chuckled.
“Thanks, Dan, that means a lot.”
“But.”
I stopped drying the pan I was holding and turned to give him my full attention.
“But?”
“Something’s been bugging me for a while. See, I didn’t realize it until after you started putting your life back together, and I realized your ex wife’s name seems familiar. I cleaned out her condo after she died.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s a weird coincidence,” I said evenly.
“The weirder coincidence is that I brought home some weird doll thing from the place. I cleaned it up for Danny, because he had shit taste in men and I wanted him to be happy.”
“Huh,” I said, sipping my coffee.
“And he seemed to really like it. And then you showed up and he ditched it.”
I said nothing, waiting for him to finish.
“But I kept thinking you looked familiar. In fact, you look more than a little like that sex toy.”
Oh shit oh shit.
“So I gotta know. Did your ex get some sex toy made to look like you?”
Huh?
Whew.
“I didn’t agree to it if she did,” I said after a beat or two.
“It was the damnedest thing. But hey, you’re a good looking guy, and if you’re packing half what that thing was, I can see why my boy seems so happy lately.”
“This is a very weird and embarrassing conversation to have with your boyfriend’s father,” I replied.
“Hah! Yeah, between you and me, it’s how I got over the whole gay thing. It was not exactly a surprise but I did have to work through some stuff at the time. And I basically figured that I’d do just what I’d do if he brought home a girl: say embarrassing awkward dad stuff, and try to encourage him to be a good partner.”
“Dan, I appreciate it. You did a great job. He’s a great guy. I see where he gets it from.”
“Thanks. But seriously, you aren’t..,that big, right?”
“Nope,” I said.
“Man, your ex had to be crazy to make that thing with a schlong that size. She must have been a real piece of work.”
“You have noooo idea,” I said.
*****
Danny was amazing. Apparently he’d watched a lot of real crime shows and one of Tina From College’s brothers was a skip tracer. The story we went with was that my ex had drugged me and I’d spent years brainwashed and off the grid until I found myself here, which was kind of true. I should have been more concerned that Alex the skip tracer found it plausible. He and Danny seemed to have a common interest in the horrible things people do to each other, and he would only say that he’d seen worse. He was a godsend helping me work through all the steps, and I owed Alex a debt of gratitude, too — though he was content to indulge in his hobby.
Danny’s dad was surprised to find Danny had a new boyfriend, and a little annoyed that the expensive sex toy had “malfunctioned” and had to be sent to the landfill. But he was empathetic and a decent guy, and cautiously allowed me to stay.
Dan Sr and his son had a weirdly wholesome vibe. Mom was long gone, and the divorce settlement had left Dan with the nice suburban house and Danny with a college fund. Dan worked demo and cleanup work, hard honest work, but he’d built a life for him and his boy, and had handled his coming out with remarkable grace. He just wanted the kid to be happy. Once he made sure I wasn’t another user trying to take advantage of his boy, we were good. And I liked him.
Danny himself was smart as a whip, and had a degree in civil engineering. He wanted to design bridges and embankments, and dreamed of seeing the Roman aqueducts up close. Unfortunately the job market wasn’t doing him any favors, and despite his talent and natural charm, he lacked confidence.
Danny was good with the internet, though, and we were able to get access to my email and cloud stuff, which had miraculously never been shut down. That made a lot of stuff easier than it might have been otherwise.
And then, a bright star, six months into my rebuilding: turned out I’d been named beneficiary on a life insurance policy Melinda had through work, and she’d never gotten around to changing it. Of course, they’d not been able to find me.
And so that policy, worth $250k, was suddenly mine. There was also our old joint account, which had about $30k in it. Procrastination was always her weakness; if she had bothered to keep up with the paperwork, I’d have nothing.
Instead, I had money to pay back Dan and Danny for the money they’d laid out for me while I was getting my life back. I didn’t tell them I planned to do it, but I showed up with $20k in a cash bag and handed it over at breakfast one morning.
Dan refused to accept it, but I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“I’ve been here half a year and it’s a fraction of what I owe you. I will also be paying rent and contributing to the expenses, now that I have some way to pitch in.”
“Told ya, Dad,” Danny said. Dan Sr, smiled and gave me a big hug.
I never did move out.
*****
Before we knew it, another six months had passed. I got certified and found a job as a fitness coach for suburban middle aged women, and kept getting told I looked young for my age. The manager told me “gay ain’t a problem, you’re hot and they like that, and you’re not going to fuck up any of their marriages, right?” The place was more of a private club and the benefits were solid, and I liked the work.
Danny got a call one morning from the same guy who’d hired him before getting fired — he’d wound up at a bigger firm, and was allowed to build his own team there. He wanted Danny and made a solid offer, which Danny was happy to accept.
On a more personal level, things with Danny and me had gone…quite well. We had an emotional connection that I was surprised by, and we were quite compatible sexually. I confessed to having been straight before my life changing stint as a toy, and he didn’t care. He found me sexy but never objectified me, or wanted me to be something I wasn’t. And I realized he would never take me for granted.
Danny was easy to love, and after what I’d been through, I was determined to be worthy of him.
One morning after Danny had left for work, I was cleaning up the kitchen when Dan Sr wandered in with an odd look on his face.
“Mason,” he said. “I been thinking about something for a while now.”
“What’s on your mind, Dan?”
“Well, it’s pretty clear you aren’t going anywhere and that boy of mine adores you. Hell, I think you’re almost good enough for him,” he chuckled.
“Thanks, Dan, that means a lot.”
“But.”
I stopped drying the pan I was holding and turned to give him my full attention.
“But?”
“Something’s been bugging me for a while. See, I didn’t realize it until after you started putting your life back together, and I realized your ex wife’s name seems familiar. I cleaned out her condo after she died.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess that’s a weird coincidence,” I said evenly.
“The weirder coincidence is that I brought home some weird doll thing from the place. I cleaned it up for Danny, because he had shit taste in men and I wanted him to be happy.”
“Huh,” I said, sipping my coffee.
“And he seemed to really like it. And then you showed up and he ditched it.”
I said nothing, waiting for him to finish.
“But I kept thinking you looked familiar. In fact, you look more than a little like that sex toy.”
Oh shit oh shit.
“So I gotta know. Did your ex get some sex toy made to look like you?”
Huh?
Whew.
“I didn’t agree to it if she did,” I said after a beat or two.
“It was the damnedest thing. But hey, you’re a good looking guy, and if you’re packing half what that thing was, I can see why my boy seems so happy lately.”
“This is a very weird and embarrassing conversation to have with your boyfriend’s father,” I replied.
“Hah! Yeah, between you and me, it’s how I got over the whole gay thing. It was not exactly a surprise but I did have to work through some stuff at the time. And I basically figured that I’d do just what I’d do if he brought home a girl: say embarrassing awkward dad stuff, and try to encourage him to be a good partner.”
“Dan, I appreciate it. You did a great job. He’s a great guy. I see where he gets it from.”
“Thanks. But seriously, you aren’t..,that big, right?”
“Nope,” I said.
“Man, your ex had to be crazy to make that thing with a schlong that size. She must have been a real piece of work.”
“You have noooo idea,” I said.
*****
Is that a spark of curiosity in Dan Sr.? I like where this is going!!
Another year passed, and we were still stupidly content. I’d even convinced Danny to work out with me to keep the desk job spread at bay — though he was showing no signs of that, if I’m honest. If anything, he seemed to get those enviable newbie gains and then maintained them. I thought he was sexy no matter how many muscles he had, but seeing his shirt tighten around his pecs and shoulders and biceps was a nice thrill for me anyway.
By then he was well established in the firm and really enjoyed his work, and we talked about doing something he’d only dreamed of: going to Europe to look at ancient structures. We made plans around what we thought of as our anniversary, which was the day he’d broken the curse.
And on that day, in view of the aqueduct at Nimes in France, I asked casually if he wanted to make this a permanent thing.
“Mason, it’s an aqueduct. It’s been here for two thousand years.”
“I meant you and me,” I said.
By the time he had turned around, I was holding out the ring and was down on one knee.
He said yes.
A few days later, we found ourselves in a bustling market in Rome, and we had abandoned all pretense of hiding our bliss. A handsome young man approached us, and at first I bristled, concerned about the usual worries — pickpockets, scammers, thugs — only to find he spoke excellent English.
“Please,” he said. “My grandmother, my nonna, she asks to see you. No worry, she sits there, yes? She just wants to talk to you and I humor her, no?” He seemed harmless.
Under a nearby shop awning sat a small old lady with a tight bun of steel grey hair and thick glasses.
“Gratze, Antonio,” she said. “Close up the shop, okay?” Her accent was much thicker than his, and amusingly peppered with out of place English colloquialisms. Antonio did as he was told.
“It’s okay, okay. You can hold the hands, I know you are lovers,” she said, sweetly. “You are enjoying my city, no?”
“Very much,” Danny said.
“Good good,okay.” She smiled, revealing some, slightly ill fitting dentures. “And you, you are happy, okay?”
“Very,” I said.
“Good. I call you here because I see you and know is a wrong thing,” she began, then realized she hadn’t been clear. “Not you. Love is not wrong. You had wrong done to you, no?” Her milky eyes bored holes in me through the thick glasses.
“Yes,” I found myself saying.
“Okay,okay,” she said. “And you have love now, I see this. Yes?”
We both nodded.
“Good. So I see wrong, I like to make right, yes? You learned much, yes? So curse can become a gift, no?”
“I don’t understand,” Danny said.
“He was a cursed, and you take away curse, no?”
“Oh! Yes, I guess,” he said. He clutched my hand tightly. I could tell he was weirded out by the strange old woman.
“You suffer before meeting, okay? But now curse can be gift. You are sweet, and I like you. Good energy. Good person should not have curse, and person who learn should not suffer from past,yes? In this time and this place, I can fix for you, okay?”
We looked at each other, unsure as to her meaning.
“I fix. No curse. World is already unkind to you, who love other men. I was myself unkind when I was young. My heart was broken, no? Antonio’s grandfather, he loved my cousin. I wanted him other than he was. But I was foolish. And now I see a way to make right, yes?”
Still not quite following her. Her husband was gay?
“It does not matter,” she laughed. “You are what he needs, and he is what you need, no?”
“Yes,” we said together, and smiled.
“Good, okay,” she said. “Take my hands.”
We did so, hesitating.
“What was curse for you, now gift to you both. You share now, yes?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t understand, but I think you are trying to do something sweet and I appreciate it,” Danny said.
“I think she knows about my situation,” I said. She nodded vigorously.
“Yes yes. Okay. And now, you share, but curse is gone. It was, waiting? Waiting. It waited for a stray word or thought. It does not wait now, it is now a gift, and only YOU,” she said, raising up Danny’s hand, “can give to him.
And then raising my hand, she said. “ and YOU, can use for him.” She joined our hands together and kissed them. “Go, be what you want for each other, live good lives, okay?”
“Okay,” we said, as one.
And then she waved goodbye, and went inside. Antonio came out and whispered quietly to us.
“Thank you, she is very old, and we humor her. Be well, thank you for being kind to her. She will smile for days now.”
*****
The last few days of the trip went as well as we could hope, and we vowed to return one day. Dan Sr collected us from the airport, and the minute we got in the car, he turned and said “So, boys, any news?”
“He said yes,” I replied.
“Good. Bout time you made it official.”
*****
The wedding was small, but sweet, and the reception was very straightforward. We opted to book an Italian restaurant and invited our friends and family (more of the former, few of the latter) to celebrate with us. The food was great, and none of us were big dancers, despite a few of Danny’s brunch friends trying their damnedest to make it happen with an assist from the over-eager hostess. Dan Sr cried big manly tears and his buddy Charlie said more weddings should be that short, and we all laughed.
Later still, in the hotel we’d booked for the weekend, Danny and I were feeling no pain as we giggled our way into bed wearing the ridiculously luxuriant hotel robes.
“I fucking love you,” Danny said.
“We just went through all that,” I laughed.
“Tough, I’m going to keep saying it. I have the hottest husband in the whole world, and I intend to ride his big, sexy, cock all night long,” Danny said, crawling over to my side of the king size bed.
“Yeah, well I have the sexiest husband in the whole wide world, and he has the best ass, and I’m going to let him,” I replied between kisses.
A vaguely familiar tingling set in as Danny pulled himself into position.
Ah, I thought, as his even more perfectly formed butt settled over my slightly thicker cock. Thanks, Nonna.
(The end!)
By then he was well established in the firm and really enjoyed his work, and we talked about doing something he’d only dreamed of: going to Europe to look at ancient structures. We made plans around what we thought of as our anniversary, which was the day he’d broken the curse.
And on that day, in view of the aqueduct at Nimes in France, I asked casually if he wanted to make this a permanent thing.
“Mason, it’s an aqueduct. It’s been here for two thousand years.”
“I meant you and me,” I said.
By the time he had turned around, I was holding out the ring and was down on one knee.
He said yes.
A few days later, we found ourselves in a bustling market in Rome, and we had abandoned all pretense of hiding our bliss. A handsome young man approached us, and at first I bristled, concerned about the usual worries — pickpockets, scammers, thugs — only to find he spoke excellent English.
“Please,” he said. “My grandmother, my nonna, she asks to see you. No worry, she sits there, yes? She just wants to talk to you and I humor her, no?” He seemed harmless.
Under a nearby shop awning sat a small old lady with a tight bun of steel grey hair and thick glasses.
“Gratze, Antonio,” she said. “Close up the shop, okay?” Her accent was much thicker than his, and amusingly peppered with out of place English colloquialisms. Antonio did as he was told.
“It’s okay, okay. You can hold the hands, I know you are lovers,” she said, sweetly. “You are enjoying my city, no?”
“Very much,” Danny said.
“Good good,okay.” She smiled, revealing some, slightly ill fitting dentures. “And you, you are happy, okay?”
“Very,” I said.
“Good. I call you here because I see you and know is a wrong thing,” she began, then realized she hadn’t been clear. “Not you. Love is not wrong. You had wrong done to you, no?” Her milky eyes bored holes in me through the thick glasses.
“Yes,” I found myself saying.
“Okay,okay,” she said. “And you have love now, I see this. Yes?”
We both nodded.
“Good. So I see wrong, I like to make right, yes? You learned much, yes? So curse can become a gift, no?”
“I don’t understand,” Danny said.
“He was a cursed, and you take away curse, no?”
“Oh! Yes, I guess,” he said. He clutched my hand tightly. I could tell he was weirded out by the strange old woman.
“You suffer before meeting, okay? But now curse can be gift. You are sweet, and I like you. Good energy. Good person should not have curse, and person who learn should not suffer from past,yes? In this time and this place, I can fix for you, okay?”
We looked at each other, unsure as to her meaning.
“I fix. No curse. World is already unkind to you, who love other men. I was myself unkind when I was young. My heart was broken, no? Antonio’s grandfather, he loved my cousin. I wanted him other than he was. But I was foolish. And now I see a way to make right, yes?”
Still not quite following her. Her husband was gay?
“It does not matter,” she laughed. “You are what he needs, and he is what you need, no?”
“Yes,” we said together, and smiled.
“Good, okay,” she said. “Take my hands.”
We did so, hesitating.
“What was curse for you, now gift to you both. You share now, yes?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t understand, but I think you are trying to do something sweet and I appreciate it,” Danny said.
“I think she knows about my situation,” I said. She nodded vigorously.
“Yes yes. Okay. And now, you share, but curse is gone. It was, waiting? Waiting. It waited for a stray word or thought. It does not wait now, it is now a gift, and only YOU,” she said, raising up Danny’s hand, “can give to him.
And then raising my hand, she said. “ and YOU, can use for him.” She joined our hands together and kissed them. “Go, be what you want for each other, live good lives, okay?”
“Okay,” we said, as one.
And then she waved goodbye, and went inside. Antonio came out and whispered quietly to us.
“Thank you, she is very old, and we humor her. Be well, thank you for being kind to her. She will smile for days now.”
*****
The last few days of the trip went as well as we could hope, and we vowed to return one day. Dan Sr collected us from the airport, and the minute we got in the car, he turned and said “So, boys, any news?”
“He said yes,” I replied.
“Good. Bout time you made it official.”
*****
The wedding was small, but sweet, and the reception was very straightforward. We opted to book an Italian restaurant and invited our friends and family (more of the former, few of the latter) to celebrate with us. The food was great, and none of us were big dancers, despite a few of Danny’s brunch friends trying their damnedest to make it happen with an assist from the over-eager hostess. Dan Sr cried big manly tears and his buddy Charlie said more weddings should be that short, and we all laughed.
Later still, in the hotel we’d booked for the weekend, Danny and I were feeling no pain as we giggled our way into bed wearing the ridiculously luxuriant hotel robes.
“I fucking love you,” Danny said.
“We just went through all that,” I laughed.
“Tough, I’m going to keep saying it. I have the hottest husband in the whole world, and I intend to ride his big, sexy, cock all night long,” Danny said, crawling over to my side of the king size bed.
“Yeah, well I have the sexiest husband in the whole wide world, and he has the best ass, and I’m going to let him,” I replied between kisses.
A vaguely familiar tingling set in as Danny pulled himself into position.
Ah, I thought, as his even more perfectly formed butt settled over my slightly thicker cock. Thanks, Nonna.
(The end!)
I had fun writing it. Any feedback? Not that I don’t appreciate the positive stuff, but the point was to try something a bit different. His literal objectification was meant to mirror his partner’s poor treatment of him, and the helplessness he felt. That was my starting point. And then having taken him to the brink, how could I get him back to a state where he felt appreciated? Danny’s dad and Danny himself were complete unplanned surprises; so was the resolution via Nonna. My initial vague thought was that the story would be mostly straight, with a kindly witch sensing his predicament and freeing him. I figured we’d actually meet the disliked Gloria, too. But it wasn’t up to me!
I think it hangs together okay.
I think it hangs together okay.
