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Pairing: Brian/OC (a fridge)
Description: We've had requests for fridge fucking, so here goes...
The toaster burns on Brian's cock had finally healed, after several weeks the scars were barely noticeable. He was able to control his horny self until the swelling had completely gone down (well, he tried a handjob once and the pain was enough to turn him off to that for quite a long time). Steve's reaction to what Brian had done was to find it immensely funny, but Stef was at least a little sympathetic. Since the incident he was especially kind to Brian, taking care to make him feel loved and appreciated. Never the less, Brian was still as lonely as ever, and now he didn't even have anyone to talk to when his bandmates weren't around. He tried conversing with the other appliances but they just stood there, unresponsive, so when he saw the talking refrigerator on The Home Shopping Channel, he just had to order it. Brian was so excited he had it delivered the next day. He couldn't get out of the huge box and hooked up fast enough.
"Hell-ooo! I'm Brian." He said to the pristine white appliance. It didn't reply. He tried again, 'I said hello, yes you, refrigerator. I'm talking to you." No answer, he was begining to get irate. "Hey, dumbfuck, how come you ain't talkin? Motherfucking piece of shit!" He smacked it, he kicked it, he pouted at it. Still no answer, so he did the unthinkable, he read the directions.
"Oh, I have to turn you on. How kinky!" He felt around the back, sure enough as soon as he hit the switch the icebox said "Hello, I am model #52-F 6394 B81 VM4Q57935 T5. I'm your new refrigerator. Would you like to refrigerate something?"
"Um, whatever. I'm Brian." He pulled a chair up so he could sit next to it, eyeing it up. "You're pretty cute. So pale. You're kinda big for my taste. I usually don't go for the stocky type, but you'll do. So what do you like to do?" He ran his fingers over the cool metal frame.
"I like to keep things cold. Do you have anything you need to keep cold?"
"Hmm, that's nice. Where are you from?"
"The GE plant in Indiana. I have a butter compartment, do you have any butter?"
"Oh, wow, so you're not from around here. Do you have any kinky sex fantasies?"
"No. Do you need anything frozen? How about some ice? I can make both crushed and cubed."
"Oh, too bad. I like handcuffs, and buttplugs, and whips, and dildos, and cockrings." This gave him an interesting idea. He's recently gotten a new whip and hadn't gotten a chance to try it out yet. The refrigerator was about the height of a person. Hmm... A few minutes later he returned with a cat'o'nine tails, wearing only a leather thong and nipple clamps.
He brought the whip down hard on the side of the refrigerator, it screeched in surprise. Edged on by its cries, Brian repeated the action, lashing it harder and faster, again and again, until he was in a frenzy. He even dented the side a bit.
"Wow, all that dominating made me pretty horny." He looked around for an orifice to fuck, doing other stuff was much better than using his hand. It left them free for other things. Hmm, the blender? Nah, he liked his cock and wanted to keep it whole. The popcorn popper? No, orifice too big. Electric can opener? Nope, no orifices. He eyed the new fridge's ice maker speculatively. Hmm, no, too dangerous, there was ice chopping blades up there. He was about to give up on finding a kitchen appliance when he had an idea. The space between lower door and the upper freezer door was just the right size for a cock, but it was a little high up. He stood on the chair, the perfect height for penetration. He lubed up with some cooking oil, and pushed himslef into the tight space. "Ooooooo" was all Brian could say as he slid in and out. The refrigerator didn't know what to think, nothing in its computer had prepared it for this. He thrust a finger into his ass, his other hand roamed over his chest, pulling on his nipple clamps. His rythmic pounding made the fridge shake and the chair wobble. Brian was so into the feeling as he started to come, he lost his footing. He felt himself falling, but he thought it was just the orgasm until he hit the floor. His cock hurt worse than he could've ever imagined.
"Oh, shit, no-oo-oo" He was afraid to look down, but forced himself to assess the damage. His dicl was still partially hard and bent at a weird angle, already turning black & blue. He tried to sit up, he moaned and fell back to the floor, pain shooting all through him. God, he did it again, he went and injured his cock. He didn't think he could last another 3 to 4 weeks without sex.
"Some of that ice would be really nice right now." The icebox immediately started spitting out ice cubes. Brian gingerly touched one to his bruised manhood, the shock made him jump about four feet off the ground, but that was nothing compared to the shock Steve and Stef got as they walked in and found Brian sprawled, naked and groaning, on the kitchen floor.
THE END
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