A pastebin for /d/ - Part 3

At first I barely felt any motion. She was taking it nice and easy to start.

Not seeing the remote stuck to the ceiling, or wall, or whatever it is since it's all just one curved dome-like entrapment, I realized I would have to plunge beneath the surface again. I was absolutely not excited for it, but then things started to get a little active. The previously still light cream was making ripples and waves. The testicle was barely moving but there was tension in the wall I clung to. She was picking up the pace now, and heat was building in her to match it. I launched myself off the wall and dived dead center into the active cum.

I was blinded again, but I knew what the remote felt like, so I reached my hands outward in the general shape that I would use to grip it. It would have been easy to find if the hand rocking the cradle didn't decide to get more creative with its motions.

"Oh! I know just the thing to get my little friend in the mood down there!"

I could barely feel the testicle moving because I was being pressurized on all sides by its product. I held still waiting to see what was happening, and the currents subsided for a moment. There was the sound of some things moving, and some tape being peeled and cut.

WHAM! My entire world accelerated forward like a rocket launch, and just as soon stopped and turned around. There were maybe milliseconds between each direction change, and each one forced me around and around in an increasingly irregular current. Each thrust began going a little further, and the cum that was whirlpooling me inched up and up the wall until it came to the top on one thrust and cascaded down on top of me. The thrusts only got more vigorous, and the cascades larger and louder until there were no more currents, and her building, sweltering heat warmed the slurry. I tumbled and flipped every which way possible, pushed around by my torturer and her roaring, hot seed that seemed more eager to leave than I was!

The tumbling cascades of cum were moving so fast that individual splashes blended into a continuous medium pitched growl, and started pressing me against the way I came in. Realizing my approaching time limit I stretched my limbs in every direction trying to grasp on to the tiny plastic rectangle that would be my salvation.

At some point the rumble of her seed failed to drown out her moans of pleasure and they began to seep through. "...uuuuuUUUUUUU--"

"I.... I...."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" came a final yell, announcing that she had reached her limit, and the great exit opened. I was pushed against it, but my arms couldn't budge, I formed a small filter, like a drain, as not even the massive suction could pull me into the gaping tunnel, and her chained up beast of a load found its way past my torso and into the tube I was half-blocking.

When it was done, I fell off the ceiling exit and it sealed shut again. the interior of the testicle was totally empty except for me.

Not even the remote was to be found.

"Aww come on!" thundered into my ears. I guess she found out I wasn't in her load.

"Now I have to wait for like, ever, before I can cum him out again!"

Her displeasure was shared. I'm going to be stuck here for quite a while, at least until she builds up another load to shoot me out with. At least now I don't have to worry about drowning in cum or falling and losing the remote. The one I don't have anymore. Because it's... wherever she came. Great. It could be in the city sewer right now. Maybe she saw it, but even then why would she want me to have it? The damn thing is almost certainly beyond my reach now.

Suddenly everything moved. In the carnage I had forgotten what was "forward" and "backward", but I was moving horizontally somehow, then vertically. I expected a tough impact without cum to splash into, but this was actually rather slow, then her ball gently rose back up a bit.

There were some clicking noises, and ruffling noises. I think she decided to go to sleep. In the nude, since I felt every bump as she sank into her bed. Without showering too, ugh.

I suppose it's time to think of a new plan, but *YAAAAAAAWN* it's actually gotten pretty warm with all the heat from her masturbation, and it's staying warm with a blanket turning my cell into a greenhouse. I stretched out, staring up at the ceiling curving over me, and let my back sink into the slimy, soft skin. And you know, it's kinda cozy in here, all alone... safe from the outside...