> Flash Sentry Takes Three Mushrooms Up the Butt While His Polyamorous Girlfriend Films It And Plans to Crossdress Him Prettier Next Weekend
>  by Flutterpriest
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> Breathe Deep and Give In
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Days pass.


Months pass.



Years pass.








Flash Sentry held the keys to his apartment in his hands. The trembling made it difficult to put his key into the lock. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, face first. 


Breathe.


“I’m going to be kicked off the team for this,” he muttered. 

He lingered there, holding himself upright by the sheer strength of the door on its hinges. The air that filled his lungs exhaled slowly, slightly calming the raging monster that lashed out within his chest.

Flash stood up, placed the key in the lock and turned. 

No resistance.

Sunset is home.

How would he explain what happened today? How could he explain to her that his scholarship might be gone. He doesn’t have money like Sunset did. If it weren’t for the scholarship he couldn’t stay at their school. Sunset was already propping them both up until he got a part time job.


Just take a deep breath. It’ll be okay.


Flash turned the doorknob and pulled gently. His eyes moved right to the couch, where Sunset was sitting calmly, looking at him.

“You tried unlocking the door for, like, five minutes,” she said. “On a scale of one to drunk, how are you?”

On any other day, Flash could probably chuckle and say that he was totally hammered off of the best quality marijuanas. Straight from the tap. This was not one of those days though.

He closed the door behind him.

“Are you home tonight?” he softly asked her.

“Yeah,” Sunset said, setting aside her Guitar Hub magazine. “The date with Norman is tomorrow. What’s up?”

Flash set his gym bag at the door and dropped his backpack. He stepped by their armchair, the seat farthest away from his primary partner. 


You’ll feel better if you talk about it. Take it slow.


“I need you tonight,” Flash mumbled, sitting down in the armchair. It was one of the only things he really owned in their tiny apartment. Even then, he got it for free off of CrystalsList. “I… might have just gotten kicked off the team.

Sunset sat up straighter. Her pupils dilated for a fraction of a second. She raised a hand, but it fell to the side. A moment of silence fell between the two of them. She knew just as well as him the weight of what they could be facing.

She stood up, crossed the room slowly, and knelt down by the chair. Flash leaned against an armrest and buried his fingers into his dirty, musty hair, still clung with dried sweat from practice. Sunset placed a hand on his upper arm. 

“Is this okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Flash sighed.

“What happened?” she asked.

He blinked and shook his head. The room was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator that was way past its prime. 


She’ll understand. Let go.


“The quarterback. He basically runs the team, you know.”

He looked to Sunset. She nodded that she was following along.

“Well, he picks on guys on the team. Calls it ‘toughening them up.’ Well, today he went too far. There was this guy we trained with. His name’s Lance. Real nice. Brought tacos from his mom to a weekend practice once when we had to be there early. Well the QB… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Sunset whispered. She intertwined her arms around his. “I love you. You can tell me if you want. Otherwise, we’ll just relax and have a good night. Do some Toadette Maker or something.”

Flash took a deep breath. And one powerful exhale.

“He told Lance to ‘Go back where you came from, you filthy fucking animal.’”

A silence filled the room. Sunset pulled his hand towards her face. Flash winced. She looked at his hand, easing her grip. His knuckles were bruised and scraped.

“I just. I don’t know what came over me,” he mumbled. “Lance is a good guy. A great guy. He didn’t....”

“Honey,” Sunset said, moving to sit in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him close to her. His face buried deep within her chest. “I understand. I completely understand. We’ll get through this. I promise. It’s going to be okay.”

“I just. I feel awful. I mean, I think I would feel more awful if I did nothing. But I just… I can’t believe myself. I hate myself for going straight to… doing that. What if I broke his jaw? He’s our star quarterback. Forget being kicked off the team, I might be expelled.”

“No matter what happens,” she whispered into his ear. “We’ll get through this, okay?”

Flash sighed and allowed himself to accept the loving embrace of his girlfriend.


You need to let go.


“I just really don’t want to be me tonight,” he mumbled. “I want to just let go. Be somewhere else. Someone else.”

Sunset blinked.

She pulled back slightly.

“Flash, do you mean…”

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Are you sure that’s healthy?” she asked. 


It’s not about what I want.



This is what you want.


“I just want to feel… alive. If that makes sense,” he said. “I want to feel useful. Like I’m not a failure.”

“I know that feeling,” she said. “It’s just-”

“I know we planned on doing the scene next weekend. I just… I think I need it. I want to feel useful. Like I have some sort of worth.”

Sunset was quiet, examining the features of her boyfriend. He could barely look her in the eye. He had a bruise forming on his right cheek. She bit her lip, thinking over his request. She couldn’t act like she wasn’t excited by his request, her thighs tightened and she squirmed ever so slightly as she thought over the contents of her closet.

Flash looked up to her, trying to suppress his thoughts.


Really? This is how you’re going to handle this?



Doesn’t talking about it feel better? 



In time you’ll be able to forgive yourself.


“Are you sure this is what you want to do?” Sunset asked. “I want you to red out if you begin being self destructive again. I understand that you want to feel alive, but this is about relaxing and letting go. Not torturing yourself.”

He looked up to her. He felt as if on the edge of tears. He felt as if his life were falling apart in front of his eyes. No football. No college. No more living here with Sunset. And in the wake of all this fear and uncertainty, this was what he wanted more than anything else. To become someone else. To be used.

“Please,” he mumbled. “Please, mistress.”

Sunset bit her lip.

“Okay.”


It’ll be okay.



Just think of what your father would think of you.








Two ropes hang from the ceiling, attached to padded cuffs. It probably broke the rules of their security deposit, but it added more spice to their bedroom than the measly $100 ever would. Those padded cuffs then connected to his wrists. Two changing screens were circled around him, leaving him in an enclosed space, blinded to the rest of the bedroom around him. 

“Is the blindfold on?” Sunset asked.

“Just a moment,” he said. He looked down at his frame, still covered in dirt and sweat from practice. And his hand… bloodied. He wiped his hand and the scrapes had seemed to have stopped. Aside from that… he had nothing. Outside of the two screens, he was exposed and vulnerable to the world around him.

He took a deep breath and put the blindfold on. 

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Alright then. Now, remember that you can Red out at any time, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Promise me,” Sunset said.

“I promise,” he mumbled.



Look at you. Making promises you can’t keep.


“And you’re absolutely sure you want this recorded.”

Flash remained silent for a moment.

The idea of watching the affair back was more appealing to his body than his mind. In this, he let his physical reaction decide.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“In that case, I want you to just breathe, and feel the world around you fall away for me,” Sunset said.

Flash took another deep breath, and he concentrated his mind’s eye on the space around him. There were only two screens. One behind him and one in front of him. Outside of that, there was nothingness. Blackness. Emptyness.

“Focus on the soothing sound of my voice,” Sunset said gently. Her voice started from in front of him, but circled around him to be behind him. “Close out the other thoughts that block your mind.”


Doing this doesn't mean you aren't a man.



Fucking Faggot.


He winced, closing his eyes tightly behind the blindfold. 

“Kneel down. Just breathe and let them go. They are only there to hurt you and weigh you down. Let each and every thought go. One by one. Let them drift away.”

Flash knelt down. He took a deep breath.


…


And then the silence came. There was only blackness. He was not in an apartment. He was not in a bedroom. He simply was. 

“How are you feeling, Flash?” Sunset cooed.

Her voice felt as if it were surrounding him, covering him. Breathing into his lungs and exhaling out of his nostrils. 

“Calm,” he responded.

“Good,” she said. “Now I want you to focus on the way your body feels. I want you to focus on the way your toes move, the way your heart beats. Can you hear your heartbeat?”

His ears blocked out the sounds from the other room, and instead he only heard the faint rushing of fluids in his body. The pressing thumps of his heart. They slowed, eased. A faint ringing.

“Yes,” he said. “I hear it.”

“Now then, I want you to feel your body slowly go to sleep. I want you to start with your toes and then slowly let each of your muscles relax all the way to the top of your legs.”

He breathed, and his legs began to feel empty. Weightless. A chill swept over his form as he felt goosebumps form on the back of his neck. His exhale came out raggedly.

“Are you feeling alright, Flash?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “I am.”

“Then next your fingers. Focus on your fingers. Let that prickly numbness work its way up your arms and fill your chest.”

He felt the goosebumps creep through his body. He felt tired. Somewhere in between conscious and and otherworldly state of existence. The denial of his senses left him in a state of malleable human putty. He felt himself letting go. He felt so light. He recognized this feeling. He craved it.

“And last but not least,” Sunset’s gentle voice filled his ears, overwhelming and cradling Flash’s fragile grip on the world around him. “I want you to let go, and trust yourself to me. Let me be your guide.”

He felt at ease. He felt malleable. He wanted to give control. 

“Five,” she whispered so loudly in his mind. “Four. Three. Two… -”






One.


Flash opened his eyes to a sea of blackness surrounding him. A world of his own creation.


How are you feeling?


“Numb,” he answered.


Good. Now then, let’s get started.


A primal feeling welled within his soul, but he felt no physical response. He turned his gaze from side to side. There was nothing as far as the eye could see. A lack of existence. This wouldn’t do.


You look so pretty today, Felicity.


“I do?”


Of course you do. Don’t you know you’re a pretty girl?


“I mean.”


Say it.


“I’m a pretty girl?”


Confidently, Felicity. Nobody likes a girl who isn’t assertive with what she wants.


“I’m a pretty girl,” Felicity said.


Did your breasts begin to grow? Your flat chest doesn’t seem so flat anymore.


Felicity looked down, and she began to feel the cold air against her skin once more. Sure enough, her skin was soft and lightly tanned. Almost like a peach. Her chest puffed out. She was probably still solidly an A cup, but her breasts were hers, and she was proud of them.

“I think so,” she mumbled. “I like them.”


That’s good. And you have such a nice butt.


She turned her head, and sure enough, when she looked, it was an ass to die for. The slender curves turned in all the right directions. She moved her hand to touch her ass, but her arms stopped, as if attached by strings. 


You’re my puppet, Felicity. You’ll do what I tell you to.


“I’m sorry,” she whispered.


It’s okay, I’m not upset at you.


She exhaled in relief.


Now then. We need to make you pretty for your dates tonight.



She felt her body grow warmer, a space between her legs grew tight. Her breath caught in her throat.



I’ve placed a little black dress at your feet. I’ve let go of your strings. Why don’t you put it on?


And so she’s regained control of her own body. She looked down, and there it is. A little black dress just for her. She picked it and couldn’t help but notice how small and flimsy it was. As she tried to expand it, she saw clearly why. It was made of a nearly transparent fishnet mesh. 

“Isn’t this sort of revealing?”


Don’t you want to be sexy for your men?


“Yes.”


Don’t you want them to desire you?


“Yes,” she whimpered.


What do you want?


“I want them to fuck me,” Felicity moaned.


Then you need to look sexy for them.


One leg, then the next. The mesh moved over her body like feathers, each graze sending shivers down her spine. The bottom tightly gripped the edges of her bottom while the top just covered the top of her breasts. Her nipples poked outside their protected confines.


There’s my little slut.


Felicity felt her lower parts tingle at the thought.


Now then, what color is your nails? 


“R-red…” she stuttered.


Ooh. Red? That must mean you want to go all the way with these boys tonight.


“I-I want them to use me.”


What’s that?


Her throat tightened.

“I want them to use me as their cum-sock.”


What a good little girl… Pucker your lips.



Felicity put her lips out.

She felt the lipstick trace the edges of her lips. She felt herself become wet. The lipstick was small and thin, but the way they traced her mouth it felt like something else. Saliva filled her mouth. She needed a dick in her mouth. She was so hungry.


You’re getting so horny… I can tell.


“Y-yeah,” she whimpered.

Was she dripping? She couldn’t tell. When she was in this state, she preferred to think about her boipussy rather than her clitty. 


Then would you prefer to take the boys to your bedroom rather than to dinner?


Felicity remained silent for a moment. Was this too quick? She wanted cock. She wanted it now. She wanted it in her mouth. In her hands. In her …

“Yes.”


What was that?


“Yes, I need them.”


You need what?


“I need their cocks. I want their cum to fill me up,” Felicity moaned.

She could feel her body throbbing.

“I want them to use me.”


You are now in your bedroom.


Felicity looked around, and sure enough, it was her bedroom. It wasn’t much different than Flash and Sunset’s, but everything seemed to be pinker. Lacier. Cuter.


You see them, the three of them. They’re strong. Tall. And best of all, they’re anonymous.


And so they were. The three men laid on the bed, each in their own seductive pose. Her eyes moved to their crotch. She couldn’t help as a trace of drool leaks out the corner of her lips. Their cocks are impressive. None of her toys would ever measure up to them. And there’s three. Would she have to please them all? All at the same time?


One of them steps off of the bed and walks to you, he presents his cock just in front of you.


She reached out her hands, but they’re stopped by the strings once more. 


You are a slave to their whim.



Now what do we say?


“Please.”


What was that?



“Please,” you plead.



Good girl.


Felicity opened her mouth, and her mouth was immediately stuffed to the brim with warm, throbbing meat. The salty, sweaty taste filled her mouth and the smell of his musk filled her nostrils. The tip thrusted into the back of her throat. She felt an involuntary reflex made her windpipe close, but she did all in her power not to close use her teeth on her sensitive prize. 


That’s right… Suck that cock.



Any word you try to say is muffled as the dick fills your mouth.


Felicity moved her tongue around the shaft  and began to take in all of it’s flavor. A hand ran it’s way through her hair and gripped a bundle of strands tightly into a fist. The hair tugged against her scalp, hurting just ever so slightly. But she welcomed the pain. It made her feel alive.

The hand pulled her head back, then pulled it back down to the hilt of the dick. She felt the head slip ever so slightly down her throat before being pulled back.


Well. Are you going to leave your second guest hanging?



Your eyes move to the right. There, right by your right hand is another erect cock. You grab it, feeling it’s weight and mass in your grasp. Your hand eases up and down. The cock in your mouth moves in and out in even measure. 


Felicity’s mind started to go blank, as if her body were not her own. Instead she was being owned, possessed by some sort of outside force. A conduit to another world. All there was now was cock. Being filled. Fulfillment. 

The cock pulses in her hand. Felicity tightened her grip. She wanted that juicy, salty prize inside. 


It looks like Player Three decided to join.


She looked down in-between her legs. There he was, positioned. Ready. She felt him poking at her entrance. Her body shivered as his shaft traced her entrance. Poking her juicy boipussy. Her hand kept working. The strong hand guided her mouth.


Then, as if two hands grabbed the sides of your body,you plunge down on the cock underneath you.



Good girl.



The cock fills you suddenly, and completely. You gasp for air. The cock in your mouth takes this opportunity to push deeper. 


Felicity’s senses were outright overwhelmed by the sheer force of the masculinity around her. She pulled harder on the cock in her hand. Her hips felt as if they began to push on their own, the mild shock and pain subsiding as she welcomed the dick inside of her. Her blowjob was becoming sloppier and sloppier as her body began to slowly lose fine motor function. 

She tried to breathe in-between thrusts, but the man who held her captive was relentless, only allowing just enough time not to have the eyes roll to the back of her head. Even then, nearly failing. Her hips thrusted with more and more intensity as the pain was completely overwhelmed by the heat her body produced. Her clitty grew harder and harder. She could feel that she was close. She gagged, trying to warn her men that she couldn’t contain her girl juices.


Do you want to cum?



“Yes,” you gag.



Then cum for me.


Felicity pushed her mouth to the base of the cock in her mouth, and rammed her body into the force beneath her. Then, the sensation was too much. She came, her body releasing wave after wave of precious fluid. Then, the cock in her hand shot a warm, thick load onto her face and breasts. Another load pushed itself to the back of her throat. The pressure in her pussy got even tighter as throb after throb pulsed through her body. It was as if her heartbeat began to beat to the same rhythm as the dicks she cared for, making her life itself depend on cock.


You swallow the precious cum in your mouth, sure not to spill a single drop.


She felt her knees buckle and grow numb.


Your body fails you.


Felicity released and let go of the world around her.


You fall forward.



Good girl.








When Flash awoke, his head was resting in the lap of Sunset. She had a damp warm washcloth and was wiping his face.

“Welcome back,” she said gently.

“That… was... “ he said breathlessly. “Amazing.”

“Well I’d sure hope so!” Sunset chuckled. “I studied at how to do that. Was the cumming dildos too weird? Was three too much to start with?”

“No! No,” he said with an exhausted, pleasant sigh.

“Then good,” she said.

A calm moment of silence filled the room, as he looked at the ceiling, feeling the floaty, gentle effects of afterglow still holding him. He looked down.

“Oh shit, I’m still in the dress.”

“It’s okay, there’s no rush.”

“Nope! I’m back. I want it off,” he groans, trying to sit up. His rear end hurt. He supposed he should have expected it. He stood up, pulled the fishnets up and off his body. 

It was then he had a buzz from his cellphone, sitting across the room sitting on top of his jeans. 

He looked to Sunset. Sunset looked at him.

He walked to the phone and saw the call as a number that was registered to his phone.

Coach.

All of the good feelings washed away, and were quickly replaced once more by the bad.

“It can probably wait, Flash,” Sunset said. “You don’t have to answer it right now.”

“I need to know,” he said.

He picked it up. And answered it.

“Flash here,”

“I heard about what happened today,” he grumbled.

“Yeah,” he said.

A moment of silence filled the room.

“You know I need to officially punish you, right?” the coach said quietly.

“What does that mean.”

“The school has a zero tolerance racism policy. So, you need to be ready to move from Running Back to the Quarterback. But I’ve got to give you community service work as a formality for assaulting a student.”

“Oh, I see.”

“You’re a good man, Flash. I’ve known many a player that would have looked the other way with something like that. But instead, you had the guts to do something about it. That’s the sign of a true man.”

“Thank you, coach.”

“Meet me tomorrow for your assignment. I need to head home to the wife. Congrats, son.”

Flash closed the phone and looked down at his naked form. He wiped off a small bit of novelty cum and turned back to his girlfriend.

“Well, good news,” he said with a smile.

Sunset simply smiled and stood up to hug him. They didn’t even let the massive dildo still strapped between her legs ruin Flash’s moment of relief.