Boryn Stone
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Prison Wear
🕑 Added 2023-06-13 00:14:43 +0000 UTCWeston had been racking his brain for days, trying to decide on a costume he wanted to wear for the upcoming Halloween party. He finally decided to call his friend throwing it, asking if he had any suggestions. His friend said he had the perfect costume, a bright orange prison suit that Weston could borrow for the night.
Weston arrived early on the night of the party to get the costume, letting his friend bring him down to the basement where he said it was. They got to the bottom of the stairs, his friend pointing him to a mattress on the floor, telling him to stay put while he went to find the outfit. Weston didn't understand why the bed was there, seemingly out of place. He shrugged, ignoring it, deciding to strip himself down to his underwear while waiting for his friend to return.
In a moment his friend was back, managing to find the shirt and telling Weston to try it on. Weston felt anxious looking at the material, but tried to ignore the feeling as he pulled the dress on. It took a few seconds to get it right, but once it was on he felt a painful emptiness in his stomach. He placed a hand on his front, frowning, wondering why he was so hungry when his friend noticed.
"You alright there?" They asked, Weston not catching the coyness in their tone.
"Yeah, I just-" Weston started until he looked up at his friend.
The world tilted forcing Weston to his knees, hitting the floor in front of him. His stomach was rocked as soon as his eyes had landed on his friend, his hunger skyrocketing from the view of under them. Weston tried to open his mouth to say something else but his body had other plans, tearing the friend's pants down before diving for their cock.
Weston didn't know what was happening as his face plowed into his friend's groin. His lips wrapped around the base of the shaft, waves of pleasure sent through him as he worked on getting it hard. In a moment the member was at full mast, his mouth sucking the thickened tip to the back of his throat until it exploded inside him.
Weston pulled back, shocked at what he'd done, feeling the seed settle in his stomach. As the rest sank down his throat he couldn't help but feel satisfied, the pain in his gut subsiding. Weston felt horrified knowing what was inside him.
Weston's friend saw the pained look on his face. "Why don't you stay here until you feel better?" He mentioned before returning upstairs.
Weston pulled himself onto the foam mattress, placing his back against the wall. He was in shock, his mind racing struggling to comprehend what just happened. He didn't realize how long he had been sitting there staring into the abyss until he realized he wasn't alone, other guests having made their way down. Weston couldn't stop himself, a pit opening in his stomach as one approached, his mouth opening on instinct.
Dicks disappeared down his throat non-stop that night. His hunger could never be satisfied, his system flooded with cum as more and more loads were deposited into him. He felt his shirt getting tighter and tighter around him until it could no longer fit, his belly filling out in front of him with endless seed. He had to leave it unbuttoned with his fattened body spilling out, exposing the result of his gluttony.
By the end of the night he was satisfied, his stomach full of cum, a prisoner to his own desire.
