“Dude!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What? It’s a valid—”
“It’s really fucking not!”
“I’m just asking if it’son the menu!”
“Take it off the menu,” Grant says firmly. “Take it off the menu and throw the whole restaurant in the trash.”
Finn holds up both hands in surrender, grinning the whole time.
I don’t say anything.
I eat another chip and think, privately, that the idea is actually—nope.Not saying that. I’ll take it to the grave and nobody in this room will ever know that Finn’s stupid-ass question just made me brick up again. Being used as a human toilet? Getting pumped full of hot piss like a dirty urinal? Hell yeah! No, wait.No.I have some shreds of dignity left to protect.
But maybe.
Maybe…
Oh, fuck me, now I’m imagining it.
I’m imagining Finn standing over me while I’m on my knees, forcing my mouth open to catch his stream and making me gulp it down. Or Grant pinning my hips to the mattress and taking a heavy leak straight into my wrecked ass, filling my guts with his hot piss until it spills out of me, leaking out of my hole all hot and mixed with his cum. Or all four of them just circling me in the shower and hosing me down…
“Kit.Kit!” Finn pulls me out of my filthy goon-trance. “What’s the official ruling?”
“The doll has no comment,” I say, shifting my weight downward to squash my boner flat against the cushions. Fuck, I can’t let them see that.
“Okay, what about pissingonthe doll, notin?”
“Dude, come on!” Miles complains.
“Look, bro, I’m just being real,” Finn says. Suddenly I’m fully aware I’m not the only one with fucked-up kinks around here. “I’ve watched way too much weird shit and now I got a massive fetish for it. Just picture it, man. A golden shower in the tub. Or I just aim for his open mouth and see if he swallows.”
“Dude, what kind of porn are you watching?” Walker asks, staring at him in disgust.
“Don’t kink-shame me, bro,” Finn says, sounding offended. Yeah, I fully support him on this.
“You want to feed him your piss.”
“He said he’s an object when he goes offline! Objects don’t care! If he’s a urinal, he’s a urinal! Right, Kit?”
Right.
“Still no comment.”
“Bro, that’s not a no.”
I grab another chip.
It is, in fact, not a no. But they don’t need to know how deep my freak goes yet. We’re like three conversations away from that being a problem for everyone, and I’m not accelerating the timeline.
“Does the morning routine still stand? We good on that?” Walker asks after a while. “Because I’ve been pumping him every morning for a while now, and I didn’t need permission before. Now I feel like—”
“You don’t need permission for that, bro,” I say, then I look at Miles. “Can you add a night mode? Like I set it before bed so they know the doll’s available to be used while it’s knocked out.”
“Sure. I’ll call it ‘Standby.’”
