Chapter 4: Climax
Upon waking up, Ben and Lenny went to breakfast, and then worked out a little bit in the Onsen’s gym. You can’t skip leg day ;)
Tired and sweaty and not as used to working out as much, Lenny decided to head back to the room early to shower and rest, leaving Ben to finish his workout.
Back in the shared room, Lenny undressed and turned on the shower. Everything was so weird now, and he couldn’t get the memories of yesterday and what happened out of his mind.
As he stepped into their room shower and into the water, he felt his body start to flush and tingle with what he thought was anticipation. He felt different. He felt more sensitive. He felt more aware of every little sensation. The water was hot, but it wasn't too hot. It was perfect. And it felt amazing on his skin.
He reached for the shower gel, squirted some into his palm, and started to lather up. He rubbed the soap over his chest, his arms, his legs, and then down to his cock. He groaned as his hand passed over his length, the sensation so intense that it took his breath away. He looked down at himself, his cock already hard and throbbing, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
He could feel the heat building inside him, the pressure in his balls growing with each passing second. He knew what was coming, he could feel it in his bones. He was going to shift again, and he was going to be in the middle of it all.
The water was still hot, but it felt like it was getting hotter. He could feel the steam rising around him, the air growing thick and heavy with moisture. He could feel his skin tightening, his muscles shifting and changing beneath the surface. He quickly turned off the water to by flood the place before the change took hold of him and he shrank inside the bathroom tub. His body stiffened and the change was almost immediate. He was a small, low, plastic showering bench again. Despite his best efforts to turn back, the transformation was swift and complete. He felt his muscles change, his bones rearrange, and his skin harden into a slick, smooth surface. He was back in the form of a stool, with no one aware of his shifting ability save for Coach Josh. But Coach wasn’t about to enter Lenny and Ben’s personal room shower, was he? But Ben would…
" What the fuck, Ben?" Lenny thought as he heard the bathroom door open and close. He braced himself for what was to come, his body already flushed and tingling from the anticipation and the memories of the previous night.
Ben entered the shower, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Lenny. He was confused for a moment, because he didn’t remember a plastic stool being in the shower, but then he shrugged, as he didn’t really look that hard at the shower before. “I guess Lenny went out. I hope he left some hot water for me,” Ben muttered as he started to disrobe. “And just what I like. A shower stool! When we leave, I need to take one of these things with me.”
Ben muttered, inspecting the stool in the corner, eyes wandering down to the plastic seat, seeing that it was already wet. “What the fuck?” Ben said in surprise, collecting himself after the initial jolt of seeing a wet seat. “Did Lenny just leave his stool in the shower? Well, share and share a like. Plus there’s only one stool.”
Ben, a little annoyed, set his backpack on the ground and slid off his shorts and boxers in one swift motion, his cock already semi-hard and standing out in front of him. He loved showing off his body, and Lenny had always been one of the few who truly appreciated it.
But this time, Lenny wasn't just appreciating—he was being used as a fucking seat.
Ben, now naked, stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down his muscled form. He glanced at Lenny, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well. Looks like I've got a little surprise waiting for me."
Lenny could feel the heat of Ben's body as he approached, the scent of his arousal filling the small space. He braced himself, his imaginary cock throbbing in anticipation.
Ben turned off the shower, the sudden absence of noise making the room seem even more intimate.
He grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted a generous amount into his palm. He began to lather up, his strong hands working over his muscular chest, his thick arms, and his broad shoulders.
Lenny watched, his plastic surface slick with steam and anticipation, as Ben's hand moved lower, trailing soap bubbles over his abs and down to his cock. He groaned as Ben's hand wrapped around his length, the sensation intense and overwhelming. Lenny could feel the heat of Ben's body as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Lenny's plastic surface.
"Fuck, Lenny," Ben murmured, his voice low and rough.
"You're already wet for me, aren't you?"
Lenny could feel the heat of Ben's breath on his plastic surface, the scent of his arousal filling the air. He could see Ben's cock, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. His own imaginary cock was throbbing with desire, aching to be touched, to be used. And for some reason, Ben was pretending the shower stool was Lenny. And unknowingly, he was right, even if it was a chauvinistic fantasy he didn’t really believe.
Ben's hand moved faster over his length, his grip tightening as he stroked himself furiously. His hips bucked, his cock sliding against Lenny's slick surface, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind.
"God, your seat feels so good, Lenny," Ben groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I bet you wish you could feel my cock against your ass, don't you? You wish you could feel me slide inside you, fill you up with my cum?"
Lenny could only imagine how his own cock would feel, throbbing and aching with desire, if he were still human. He could picture it, the veins standing out in sharp relief, the head swollen and purple with need. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the heat and the ache, the desperate desire for release.
Ben's hand moved faster over his cock, his grip tightening as his hips bucked and thrust against Lenny's plastic surface. The sound of skin slapping against plastic filled the small room, a wet, obscene sound that sent shivers down Lenny's imaginary spine.
"Fuck, Lenny," Ben panted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "You're so fucking tight, so fucking wet. I bet you're dripping with need, aren't you?
wishing it was your ass I was fucking instead of this cheap plastic seat." Ben's voice was thick with lust as he continued to use Lenny's plastic body as a makeshift sex toy, grinding his cock against the smooth surface.
Lenny could feel every detail of Ben's cock, the thick veins running up the side, the purple head glistening with pre-cum. He could feel the heat of Ben's body, the rough hairs of his sac brushing against his plastic skin. The scent of Ben's arousal filled the air, making Lenny's imaginary cock throb with desire.
He could practically taste the musk of his friend's sweat, couldn't wait to feel the heat of his body against his skin. But for now, he was just a cheap, plastic shower stool, and Ben was using him like one.
"Fuck, Lenny," Ben growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slapping against Lenny's slick surface. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? You love being used like this, don't you? You love feeling my cock against your... your seat." Lenny heard Ben's voice thick with lust, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. His hips were moving faster, his cock slapping against Lenny's plastic surface with a wet, obscene sound. He could feel the heat of Ben's body, the rough hairs of his sac brushing against Lenny's plastic skin. The scent of Ben's arousal filled the air, making Lenny's imaginary cock throb with desire.
Ben, in the throes of passion, turned to sit his thick white ass down on the stool seat—Lenny’s face, to continue jacking off under the shower. His hot, sweaty body made the shower stool heat up and create a steamy, humid atmosphere.
The sound of his hot, thick cock slapping against the plastic surface, along with the sound of his hand moving back and forth on his dick, filled the room. The obscene squelching and squishing sounds of his sweaty ass and cock sliding and moving on the plastic seat was raw and erotic.
"Fuck, Lenny, I'm gonna ride your face while I play with your seat,” Ben said, his voice thick with lust. He stared down at the stool, his eyes dark with desire.
He spread his thighs wider, positioning himself directly over the seat, the tip of his cock brushing against the smooth, slick surface. He gripped the rim of the seat with his hands, his knuckles turning white as he held on tight.
"Fuck, Lenny," he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, circular motion, his cock gliding against the plastic. "I'm gonna ride your face like the fucking slut you are. You want me to, don't you, Lenny? You want to feel my hot cock sliding against your...
your seat. You want me to fuck your seat, don't you, Lenny? You want to feel my hot cock sliding in and out of your tight little plastic seat, don't you?"
Ben's voice was thick with lust, his hips moving faster as his cock slid against Lenny's slick surface, the sound of skin slapping against plastic filling the room. He leaned forward, his hands gripping the edges of Lenny's seat, his hips moving in a constant, rhythmic motion.
Lenny could feel every detail of Ben's cock as it slid against his surface, the thick veins running up the side, the purple head glistening with pre-cum.
“Or do you want my hairy pulsating asshole on your face?” Ben asked, twisting his waist, and pushing his ass against Lenny’s face as he reached down to spread his own cheeks, giving Lenny a full view of his hairy, clenching hole. “Would you like to taste that instead, Lenny? Would you like to feel my tight fuckhole against your mouth? Would you like to lick and suck on my hairy asshole? Would you like to feel my hot spunk on your tongue as I fucking come all over your face?”
Ben's voice was now a deep, lustful growl that sent shivers down Lenny's imaginary spine.
The sight of Ben's hairy, muscular body, the thick, veiny cock sliding against Lenny's slick surface, and the thought of tasting Ben's tight, hairy asshole had Lenny's imaginary cock throbbing with desire.
"You fucking kinky slut, Lenny," Ben muttered, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding against Lenny's surface with a wet, obscene sound. "You want my fucking asshole in your face, don't you?
Tell me you want it, Lenny. Tell me you want to lick and suck on my hairy fuckhole." Ben demanded, his voice low and commanding. His hips moved faster, his cock sliding against Lenny's slick surface, the sound of skin slapping against plastic filling the room.
"Fuck, I want your tongue up my ass, Lenny," Ben growled, leaning forward and reaching back to spread his cheeks wider, giving Lenny a perfect view of his hairy, clenching hole. "I want to feel your tongue licking and sucking on my fucking asshole.
I want you to make me come with your mouth on my ass, you fucking slut. Now, tell me you want it." Ben's voice was a deep, commanding growl, his hips moving faster and faster against Lenny's slick surface.
Lenny couldn't speak, not that he had a mouth or vocal cords in his current plastic form, but if he could, he would have begged to taste Ben's asshole. He wanted to feel the soft, tender skin of Ben's hole against his lips, to slide his tongue inside and lick up every inch of him.
He wanted to feel Ben's body shudder against him, to hear him moan and groan as he brought him to the edge of pleasure.
Ben's cock was now aching and throbbing with desire, precum dripping from the tip and smearing against Lenny's plastic surface. The sight of Ben's hairy, clenching hole was driving him wild, and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to feel Ben's tongue against his skin, to feel him lick and suck and taste every inch of him.
Ben leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy on Lenny's surface.
He reached back, his fingers digging into his flesh as he spread his cheeks wider, giving Lenny a perfect view of his hairy, puckered asshole. "Lick it, Lenny. Lick my fucking asshole, you little slut."
Lenny could almost taste the scent of Ben's arousal, the musky, sweaty smell that was driving him wild. He wanted to feel the soft, tender skin of Ben's hole against his tongue, to slide inside and lick up every inch of him. He wanted to feel Ben's body shudder against him, to hear him moan and groan as he brought him to the edge of pleasure.
Ben leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy on Lenny's surface, his lips tantalizingly close to Lenny's seat. He reached back, his fingers digging into his flesh as he spread his cheeks wider, giving Lenny a perfect view of his hairy, puckered asshole. The command was low and rough, laced with lust and need. Ben's hips moved faster, his cock slapping wetly against Lenny's slick surface.
He was so close, so fucking close. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spreading through his body. He was right there, on the fucking edge.
"Fuck, Lenny," he groaned, his voice thick with lust and need. "I'm gonna come all over your fucking face. I'm gonna paint your plastic cunt with my fucking spunk. You wanna taste it, don't you, you fucking slut? You wanna feel my hot cum splatter all over you, don't you?"
Ben's hand moved faster over his cock, his grip tight as he stroked himself furiously.
"Fuck, Lenny, you're gonna get what you want," he panted, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm gonna fuck your face with my cock, and I'm gonna come all over your fucking seat." He could see Ben's cock, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. His own imaginary cock was aching with desire, throbbing with need as he imagined Ben's hot, thick cock sliding into his mouth, filling him up until he choked.
Lick my fucking asshole, you little slut," Ben demanded, his voice low and rough, laced with lust and need. His hips moved faster, his cock slapping wetly against Lenny's slick surface.
He could feel the warmth and slickness of Lenny's plastic seat, the way it seemed to mold to the shape of his body, as if it were made just for him.
He reached back with one hand, spreading his cheeks wider to give Lenny a better view of his hole. Lick my fucking asshole. I want to feel your tongue up my ass."
Ben could feel the heat radiating from his own body, the rough hairs of his sac brushing against Lenny's plastic skin. He could smell his own musk, the scent of his arousal filling the air and driving him wild.
"Come on, Lenny.
Show me what that tongue of yours can do. You said you wanted it, so fucking prove it," Ben taunted, his voice thick with lust.
Lenny's imaginary cock throbbed as he watched Ben spread his cheeks wider, revealing his hairy, pulsating asshole. The sight of it, the thought of tasting it, sent shivers down Lenny's imaginary spine. He wanted to feel the soft, tender skin against his lips, to slide his tongue inside and lick every inch of Ben's hole.
Ben reached down and spread his ass cheeks even wider, giving Lenny a perfect view of his pink, tight asshole.
The sight of it was driving Lenny wild with need. He could almost feel the soft, tender skin against his tongue, could almost taste the musky flavor of Ben's arousal.
"God, you look so fucking hot, Ben," Lenny thought to himself, his imaginary cock aching with desire. "I want to taste you. I want to lick and suck and fuck your tight little asshole." He gripped the edges of the seat, his knuckles turning white as he held on tight. He looked down at Lenny, his eyes dark with lust and need.
"You know what I want, don't you, Lenny?" he growled, his voice thick and commanding. "I want you to lick my ass, you fucking slut. I want you to taste me, to feel your tongue slide inside me. I want you to make me come with your mouth on my ass."
Lenny couldn't respond, but his entire plastic surface seemed to shiver with anticipation. He wanted it too, wanted to feel Ben's body shudder against him, wanted to taste his sweat and musk.
Ben reached back, his fingers digging into his flesh as he spread his cheeks wider, opening himself up to Lenny.
"Do it, Lenny. Lick my fucking ass. Make me feel good."
Lenny's imaginary cock throbbed with anticipation, aching to be touched, to be used. He could almost feel the soft, tender skin of Ben's hole against his lips, could almost taste the musky, sweaty flavor of his arousal. He wanted to feel Ben's body shudder against him, wanted to hear him moan and groan as he brought him to the edge of pleasure.
He leaned forward, his breath hot and heavy on Ben's skin. He could smell the musky scent of his sweat, the tangy taste of his arousal.
He wanted to bury his nose in Ben's crack, to inhale his scent deeply, to lose himself in the smell of his friend's body. He wanted to feel the rough hairs of Ben's sac against his face, the soft, tender skin of his hole against his lips. He wanted to taste every inch of him, to lick and suck and fuck his way to ecstasy.
Lenny's imaginary tongue snaked out, licking a long, slow stripe up Ben's crack, from the base of his balls to the top of his ass.
Ben groaned, throwing his head back and gripping the edges of the plastic seat even tighter. "Fuck, Lenny," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "That feels so fucking good."
Lenny's imaginary tongue circled Ben's hole, teasing and tantalizing, before diving in for a deeper taste. He could feel the tight, ring of muscle, could feel the warmth and the wetness of Ben's body. He wanted more, wanted all of it. He wanted to bury his face in Ben's ass, to lose himself in the taste and the scent of his friend's body.
He wanted to feel the soft, tender skin of Ben's hole against his lips, to slide his tongue inside and lick every inch of him.
Lenny's imaginary tongue pushed its way past the tight ring of muscle, invading Ben's body and filling him. He could feel the heat, the wetness, the fucking dirtiness of it all. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.
Ben groaned, his hips bucking against Lenny's plastic surface as his friend's imaginary tongue explored his ass. "Fuck, Lenny," he grunted, his voice thick with lust and need. "That's it.
Fuck, that's so good," Ben groaned, his hips moving in time with Lenny's imaginary tongue as it explored his ass. He could feel the heat, the wetness, the dirtiness of it all, and he loved every fucking second of it. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with Lenny's tongue, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Lenny's imaginary tongue dug deeper, fucking Ben's ass with long, slow strokes, before pulling out and circling his hole again. He was lost in the taste and the scent of Ben's body, the musky, sweaty smell driving him wild.
Ben's cock was aching and throbbing with desire, precum dripping from the tip and smearing against Lenny's plastic surface. And then Ben’s back arched in the moment of climax. Shooting string after string of hot, sticky, cum.
Ben's body convulsed against Lenny's plastic surface, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it released his orgasm all over Lenny's seat. Ben's groans and grunts filled the small shower room, the sound mingling with the wet, slapping sound of his cock against Lenny's slick surface.
"Fuck, Lenny!" Ben cried out, his voice hoarse with pleasure and exertion. "You're fucking amazing. I didn't know a plastic stool could feel this fucking good." He groaned again, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Lenny could feel the heat and the wetness of Ben's cum all over his plastic surface, could almost taste the salty, musky flavor of it. He could feel the weight of Ben's body as he collapsed onto Lenny's seat, his chest heaving with exertion, his skin slick with sweat.
"Fuck, Lenny," Ben muttered, his voice hoarse and breathless. "That was... that was fucking incredible." He turned his head to the side, his eyes meeting Lenny's. "You're a fucking genius, Lenny.
A fucking genius," Ben murmured, his voice hoarse and breathless. He looked down at Lenny, his eyes softening as he ran a hand over Lenny's slick plastic surface. "I never knew a stool could feel so good."
Ben's hand trailed down Lenny's seat, his fingers tracing the curves and edges of Lenny's plastic form. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Lenny's surface, a soft kiss that sent shivers down Lenny's imaginary spine.
Then, knowing Lenny wasn’t a stool, and the cum needed cleaning up, Ben started to do so. He turned the shower back on, dousing both himself and the shower stool under the warm stream. He grabbed the soap and washed himself, the warm water cascading down his muscular body. He washed his cock and balls, his hand lingering on his cock, stroking it gently as he thought about what just happened.
Stool cleaned, he smooshed his pale white cheeks back over Lenny’s stool face as he sat back down on the “object” of his fantasies and relaxed under the hot water. “Lenny’s probably waiting for me at the cafeteria or something. I better hurry it up.” Ben said, shaking his head to clear it. He turned off the shower and grabbed his towel from the hook on the wall. He started to dry off, wrapping the towel around his waist and wriggling his ass back and forth, then bending over to dry his legs and feet. Lenny enjoyed this kind of show too. He loved to watch Ben’s muscular, hairy ass flex and strain under the cloth. He loved to watch Ben’s cock, already half-hard, stirring and twitching under the towel. And he loved the way Ben’s ball sac swayed and swung with each movement. Lenny’s imaginary cock throbbed in his seat, aching to be touched, to be used.
Ben then ended the fun by getting dressed and heading out to find Lenny and his teammates. On the way out, room service asked if it was okay to go in and clean their room, ti which Ben agreed. "Sure, I guess. We're not messy, but I bet it's pretty fucked up in there."
The cleaning staff entered the room and soon found the line showering bench left in the bathtub. “What are you doing there, you’re not supposed to be here.” The room maid chided.”I’ll get you where you belong.” The room maid said as she moved to pick up the stool, which was actually Lenny in disguise. “Oh, it’s very sticky, and it’s got… cum on it.” She said as she held up the bench to the light, looking at the mess of ejaculate that had dried and stuck to the plastic. “This thing is disgusting. I’ll need to clean it properly.”
Lenny could only imagine the look of shock on the maid’s face when she picked him up and the cum dripped onto her hands. But he couldn’t see or feel anything, stuck in his plastic stool form. He listened as Ben agreed, his voice filled with embarrassment.
“Sure, go ahead. We’ll be out of your way soon enough.”
The maid muttered something under her breath and left the room, taking Lenny with her. He could hear her footsteps echoing down the hall, and then the sound of a door opening and closing.
Suddenly, Lenny was dropped onto a cold, hard surface.
He could hear the sound of water running in the background and the faint echo of voices, but he couldn't see or feel anything. He was completely at the mercy of whoever had taken him.
"What the fuck is this?" a male voice exclaimed. Lenny recognized it as one of the cleaning staff, a man he had seen around the onsen but never spoken to.
"It's just a stool," another voice replied. This one was female, and Lenny thought he recognized it as the maid who had found him in the bathroom.
"But look at it," the man said, his voice filled with disgust. "It's all sticky and...
and fucking cum," the man said, his voice filled with disgust. "It's disgusting."
Lenny could hear the sounds of the man's footsteps approaching, and then the feeling of a rough hand gripping his body, turning him over and inspecting him more closely.
"Fuck, it's even worse up close," the man muttered, his voice thick with revulsion. "Look at that shit, it's all fucking... fucking crusty and black and... and fucking nasty."
Lenny could feel the man's breath on his plastic surface, hot and heavy and filled with the smell of cheap whiskey.
He could hear the man's heartbeat, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoing in his plastic form. He braced himself, unsure of what was about to happen.
“Well, I’ll take it with me and clean it. I could probably use it as a seat to help me with my chores through the day too. “
Another voice chimed in, “Why don’t you just toss it? Its disgusting and no one’s gonna claim it anyway.”
The man grunted in response, “Nah, you know the boss man hates to waste anything. Let’s just get it cleaned up and ready for the next shift.”
Lenny could feel himself being lifted off the table he was on, the man’s rough hands leaving faint imprints on his smooth surface. The man carried him off, the sound of his shoes squeaking against the tile floor echoing through the large room.
Lenny could feel the roughness of the man's hands, the calluses and the sweat. He could smell the man's aftershave, cheap and cloying, mixed with the faint scent of sweat and booze.
He had a habit of cleaning dirty stools while he was nude and showered. Might as well enjoy some parts of the job.
He liked the way the smooth surface felt against his rough skin, the way it molded to his ass as he sat down. He could feel the warmth radiating from his own body, the rough hairs of his sac brushing against the plastic. He sighed, leaning back and spreading his thighs wider, giving himself a better view of his own battered and used stool.
“You’re a fucking nasty little thing, aren’t you?” the man muttered, running a hand over the slick surface. “All fucked up and covered in cum. Just look at you. You’re fucking filthy.”
Lenny could only shiver in anticipation, his imaginary cock throbbing with desire. He rubbed his sides good to clean him. And then placed another stool in front of him to start cleaning it, his ass lifting up off Lemny’s stool face and then smooshing his hole back onto him every time he leaned forward to scrub. It was arousing and relaxing really.
He hummed as he worked, completing ignoring the stool he was sitting on. After a few minutes, he set down the brush and stood up, stretching his back and rotating his hips. He looked down at the stool, just as a young man walked in. “We need more stools for the store vending hall” he said. Carelessly he grabbed Lenny, and a few other shower stools from the scrubbing man’s room, used to his idiosyncrasies.
He carried them to the vending hall, the sound of his shoes squeaking against the tile floor echoing through the long corridor.
The young man who had carried them from the shower room didn’t even look twice at the stools before setting them down in the vending hall.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the neon signs advertising various snacks and drinks.
The vending hall was quiet now, the peak of the night's activities having passed, but there were still a few stragglers lingering around. The sounds of their conversation and laughter filled the small room, along with the hum of the vending machines.
Lenny could feel the weight of the young man's body as he sat down on him, casually spreading his thighs wide and adjusting himself to get comfortable as he just needed a place to sit, his mind on other things.
The sound of the young man's ass cheeks squishing and spreading on Lenny's surface sent shivers down his imaginary spine, the sensation of the rough denim of his jeans against Lenny's slick plastic surface making him tingle with excitement. He could hear the young man inhale deeply, smelling the scent of the cleaning products and the faint remnants of Ben's cum still lingering on Lenny's surface.
"Fuck, this seat is surprisingly comfortable," the young man commented, shifting his weight slightly and feeling the gentle give of Lenny's plastic form beneath him.
"It's like it was made just for my ass." He chuckled to himself, spreading his legs wider and settling in to wait for his friends.
Lenny could feel the heat of the young man's body radiating through his plastic surface, the rough denim of his jeans brushing against his smooth skin. He could smell the faint scent of his sweat and cologne. He had a fine ass, it’s too bad he had nothing naughty in mind, and just wanted to sit patiently waiting for his friends.
He was a bit chubby and his jeans were low enough to reveal a pale, hairy crack, and just a hint of his round ass cheeks.
The young man reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it with one hand while the other rested casually on Lenny's surface. Lenny could feel the heat and the slight dampness of the young man's palm through his plastic surface, and he could smell the faint scent of his sweat and cologne.
The young man's fingers traced idle patterns on Lenny's surface, tracing the curves and edges of Lenny's plastic form, exploring every inch of him. Fretting impatient he started to tap Lenny with his fingers and bounce his leg shaking that plump hairy ass crack.
His gaze shifted to the mounds of ass cheeks, just visible under the young man's low-hanging jeans.
"Fuck, that's something," he murmured to himself, feeling a sudden twinge of arousal. "That's one fine fucking ass."
Then the young man’s friends arrived and he got up to leave with them. As a sports game was on tv it attracted a lot of the jock type crowd. The vending hall soon filled, with the sounds of chatter, laughter, and the occasional cheer echoing through the room. Lenny could feel the vibrations of the crowd, the energy buzzing through his plastic form as he sat there, sandwiched between two large men. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the floor, illuminating the neon signs advertising various snacks and drinks. Lenny could see the men around him, their eyes glued to the screen, their hands reaching for cups of beer or bags of chips.
He could hear their laughter and their cheers, could feel the vibrations of their bodies as they shifted and moved in their seats. But his attention was drawn to the man sitting directly in front of him.
He was big, burly, and hairy, just like Brad. But unlike Brad, who seemed to have a gentle nature hidden beneath his gruff exterior, this man radiated a raw, primal energy. He was wearing a faded t-shirt that was stretched tight across his broad chest and shoulders, and his jeans were low on his hips, revealing a thick, dark trail of hair leading down to his ass crack.
Lenny could see the curve of his ass cheeks, the way they strained against the denim, begging to be freed. He could almost feel the heat of the man's body, the roughness of his jeans against his plastic surface.
The man turned slightly in his seat, his eyes scanning the crowd before lighting on a friend. He got up and called him over, but this time the man sat down on Lenny, sagging a bit so his crack was touching Lenny’s face. He leaned back, splaying his massive hands on either side of Lenny’s seat.
"You know what, I’ve had my eyes on this seat for a while. It looks comfortable as fuck. Mind if I give it a go?" The man asked, smiling at his friends who chuckled in approval. He didn’t wait for a response before he spread his legs wider, settling his ass more comfortably on Lenny.
Lenny could feel the heat of the man's body, the rough denim of his jeans against his plastic surface. He could smell the musky scent of his sweat, the faint hint of cheap beer.
He could hear the low rumble of his voice as he spoke to his friends, the sound sending shivers down Lenny's imaginary spine.
Lenny could feel the man's weight shifting, could feel the rough denim of his jeans brushing against his plastic surface. He could feel the heat of the man's body radiating through his plastic form, could feel the gentle give of his plastic seat as the man settled in more comfortably.
"Fuck, this is a nice seat," the man muttered, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back.
"Just the right amount of give. I could sit here all fucking night."
Lenny could feel the man's denim-clad thighs spreading wider, his ass settling deeper into the plastic surface. The man's friends laughed and joked, their voices blending with the sound of the TV and the hum of the vending machines. But Lenny was focused on the man sitting directly in front of him.
“This is a vending hall”, one of the man’s friends said, “ you could probably ask to buy your seat.” “You know what, that’s a good fucking idea, I might just do that. I’m getting a bit toasty for my own good.” The man replied, shifting his weight again and feeling the soft give of Lenny’s plastic form beneath his ass. “In fact, you know what, I think I will. I’m going to ask that kid over there if he’d be willing to part with this fine piece of ass for the right price.”
Lenny could feel his heart racing as the man got up, his ass cheeks sliding against Lenny’s surface as he stood. He could see the man’s friends watching, smirking and laughing as he walked away.
Lenny couldn’t see much from his current position, but he could hear the man approaching the young man who had originally carried him here.
“Hey, kid,” the man said, his voice a low rumble. “I like your seat. I’d like to buy it from you.”
The young man turned to look at him, his eyebrows raised in confusion. “What do you mean? This isn’t a seat, it’s just a stool.”
The man chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Lenny’s imaginary spine. “Yeah, but it’s a really fucking comfortable stool.
I’ve been sitting on it all night, and I swear it’s molded to my ass like it was made just for me. I’d like to buy it.” The man’s voice was a low growl, filled with lust and desire.
The young man looked down at Lenny, a confused expression on his face. “But… but it’s just a stool. And it’s not even mine to sell. I just brought it here from the shower room.”
The man leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I don’t give a fuck who it belongs to.
I want it, and I’m willing to pay for it,” the man growled, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his large hand cupping the young man’s chin, his thumb brushing against his cheek. Lenny could see the young man’s eyes widen in surprise, his skin flushing pink.
“I-I don’t know if I can just… sell it to you,” the young man stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not my property to sell.”
The man’s grip tightened, his thumb tracing the young man’s lower lip. “Don’t worry about that.
Just tell me where to find the owner so I can make him an offer he can’t refuse.” The man's voice was a low growl, and Lenny could feel the heat of his breath on the young man's neck, the faint scent of cheap beer and sweat filling the air.
The young man's eyes flicked to Lenny, a mix of confusion and fear in his gaze. “I-I don’t know… I think it belongs to one of the cleaning staff. I can ask around if you want.”
The man's hand dropped from the young man's chin, his fingers trailing down the side of his neck before gripping his shoulder.
"Good, kid. That's all I'm asking. Just find out who owns this seat and we'll take it from there." The man's voice was a low growl, filled with lust and power. He squeezed the young man's shoulder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh before releasing him.
Lenny could feel the vibrations of their conversation, the heat of their bodies radiating through his plastic form. He could smell the musky scent of the man's sweat, the faint hint of cheap beer lingering in the air. The young man nodded, his eyes wide and slightly glazed over as he turned and walked away, his steps shaky and unsteady.
while he was gone, one of the man’s heftier friends pulled a prank on him and swapped stools. When the younger man returned with an old woman who appeared to be in charge of the cleaning staff, she looked around confused. “Did you say he wanted to buy a stool?” she asked, squinting at the young man.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “This big guy over here wants to buy this one.” He pointed to Lenny, unaware of the switch.
The old woman looked down at Lenny, her eyes narrowing as she took in his sticky, cum-soaked surface. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she muttered under her breath.
“You wanna buy this stool, do ya?” she asked, turning to face the burly man.
Lenny could feel the weight of her gaze, could almost hear her thoughts whirring in her head. He was sticky and filthy, covered in dried cum and God knows what else. But the old woman seemed less concerned with his appearance than with the notion of selling him.
The man nodded, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Yeah, I do. How much for the stool?”
The old woman scratched her chin, her eyes narrowing as she considered the offer. “Well, it ain’t worth much, I reckon.
How ‘bout I let you have it for a hundred yen?” the old woman offered, her voice gruff and pragmatic.
The burly man chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Lenny’s imaginary spine. “A hundred yen? That’s an insult. I’ll give you ten times that.”
the man countered, his voice low and commanding. “One thousand yen, and it’s yours.”
The old woman’s eyes widened in surprise, and she chuckled, a low, cackling sound that echoed through the vending hall. “You’re a greedy one, ain’t ya?” she said, her gaze flicking between the man and the swapped stool. “Fine, one thousand yen. But only because I’ve got a soft spot for those who appreciate the finer things in life.”
The man grinned, his eyes never leaving the stool he thought was the one he had been using.
"Deal," he said, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out his wallet, peeled off a thousand yen, and handed it to the old woman. She took the money, her eyes gleaming with greed. "Here you go, handsome. Enjoy your new seat."
As the old woman walked away, the man turned his attention back to the stool. He spread his legs wide, settling his ass more comfortably on the plastic surface. “Fuck, this is a nice seat.” His friends chuckled as they know they conned him into buying the wrong seat, and they could have a laugh with him about it later.
They can be sure that this man would accept the seat and its surprise, even if he didn’t know it was the original.
The man grunted in satisfaction, his hands gripping the sides of the stool as he shifted his weight, feeling the give of the plastic beneath him. "Fuck, yeah," he murmured, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of the stool molding to his body. "This is the best fucking seat I've ever sat in."
He opened his eyes and looked around the vending hall, his gaze landing on a group of young men sitting at a nearby table.
They were laughing and joking, their attention focused on a game of cards. But one of them caught his eye, a lean, muscular man with short, dark hair and a wicked grin.
"You know what, I think I'll join them," the man muttered to himself, his cock throbbing with desire. He pushed himself up from the stool, his ass brushing against Lenny's surface. He walked over to the table, his eyes locked on the lean man.
"Mind if I sit in?" the man asked, his voice thick with lust. He didn't wait for an invitation before pulling out a chair and sitting down, his eyes never leaving the lean man.
while he was gone, the your onsen worker picked up empty stools and brought them back to the saunas and shower rooms. This time Lenny was placed in a sauna area—which Coach Josh never expected even though he knew of Lenny’s shifting abilities.
The sauna area was quiet and dimly lit, the air thick with steam and the faint scent of cedar and sweat. Lenny could hear the distant murmur of voices and the occasional splash of water from the nearby baths, but the sauna itself was empty. He was placed in the corner, next to a pile of discarded towels, his plastic surface already slick with condensation.
Suddenly, the door to the sauna creaked open, and in walked a man. He was tall and muscular, with a thick beard and a shaved head.
He was naked, his skin glistening with sweat from the heat of the sauna. He had a towel draped over his shoulder, and in his hand, he carried a small bottle of oil. He was Coach Josh, the football coach, and he decided he wanted to slip away from his team for some quiet and possibly risqué me time. He had no idea that Josh was placed in the sauna or that he would be sitting on him. As far as he knew none of his team players had hung out at the saunas so it made no sense for Lenny to transform in one. So Coach Josh entered the dim humid hot air of the sauna and scouted for a good place to sit and enjoy himself.
He didn't see the plastic stool in the corner at first, tucked away next to a pile of towels. He spotted a couple of other places and dismissed them as not quite right. Then, he spotted the corner and said to himself, "Hell, why not?"
He walked over to the stool and without a second glance, sat his bare ass down on the slick, wet surface. He let out a sigh of contentment and said, "Ah, that feels good." He leaned back, stretching his arms out to either side, sinking into the comfort of his newfound seat.
"Fuck, this is perfect," he murmured to himself, his body relaxing into the heat and the humidity of the sauna.
He closed his eyes, letting the warmth envelop him, the scent of cedar and sweat filling his nostrils. He could feel the sweat dripping down his body, the heat of the sauna making his skin slick and smooth.
He reached for the bottle of oil, pouring a generous amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, the oil warming and thinning under his touch. He brought his hands to his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the oil slick and smooth against his skin.
it was nice to just lie here and bask in the heat and feel the sweat run down his sweaty, hairy ass.
He shifted his weight slightly, spreading his thighs wider as he leaned back and let his eyes drift shut. He could feel the plastic surface beneath him, the way it gave slightly under his weight, the way it molded to the curve of his ass.
He brought his hands to his chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the oil making his skin slick and smooth. He pinched one of his nipples, twisting it gently between his fingers, a low groan escaping his lips.
This is the best. Fucking perfect," Josh moaned, his eyes closed as he continued to explore his body with his hands. The oil made his skin slick and smooth, the heat of the sauna intensifying the sensation. He could feel his cock beginning to harden, the length of it pressing against his thigh. He shifted again, his ass sliding across Lenny's surface, the plastic giving slightly beneath him.
He moved his hands lower, his fingers tracing the line of his abs before dipping into his navel. He groaned, the sound low and guttural, as he continued his descent.
His fingers dipped lower, tracing the line of his happy trail, before wrapping around the base of his cock. He squeezed gently, a shiver of pleasure running through him as he felt his length throb in his hand.
"Fuck, that feels good," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. He released his cock and brought his hands to the oil, pouring more into his palms before rubbing them together once more. He brought his hands back to his cock, his fingers wrapping around the shaft as he began to stroke himself.
The sensation was incredible, the oil making his skin slick and smooth, the heat of the sauna intensifying every touch. His ass clenching and unclenching unknowingly on Lenny’s still face.
"Fuck, this is fucking heaven," Josh groaned, his cock throbbing in his hand. He could feel the heat radiating from every pore of his body, the sweat dripping down his chest and back, his muscles aching in the best possible way. He was lost in the sensation of his own touch, the way his cock felt sliding through his slick, oily hand, the way his balls drew up tight against his body as his orgasm approached.
He spread his legs wider, his ass cheeks spreading open, the tight, hairy ring of muscle peeking out from between his thighs.
He reached back with one hand, spreading himself open even wider, giving himself a better view of his own tight, puckered hole.
"Fuck, that's a nice little asshole," Josh muttered to himself, his eyes locked on his own ass. He poured more oil onto his fingers, spreading it liberally over his ass, coating his fingers and the tight ring of muscle with a thick layer of slick, warm oil.
He circled his asshole with his fingers, teasing and tantalizing, before finally pushing one finger inside. He groaned at the sensation, the sound low and guttural, as he began to work his finger in and out of his ass.
Lenny was mesmerized by the coaches thick ass cheeks and pulsing ass hole. Coach Josh unknowingly pushing up and down against Lenny’s plastic face as he finger himself. He was in ecstasy, the pleasure spreading through him like wildfire. He never thought he would enjoy watching someone else fuck themselves, but the sight of Coach Josh spreading his cheeks and fingering his own ass was incredibly arousing.
Coach Josh was in his own world now, the heat of the sauna making his skin slick with sweat and oil. He groaned, the sound low and primal as he worked his finger in and out of his ass. He could feel every movement, every touch, amplified by the heat and the humidity.
He pushed a second finger inside, his asshole spreading to accommodate the intrusion.
He groaned, the sound raw and desperate, as he began to work his fingers in and out of his ass.
He could feel his prostate throbbing, the sensation intense and exquisite. He leaned forward, his free hand reaching for the oil once more. He poured more onto his fingers, coating them thickly before bringing them back to his ass.
He slid the tip of one finger against his puckered hole, teasing and tantalizing before pushing it back inside. He groaned, the sound deep and animalistic, as he began to fuck himself with his fingers. He could feel the heat, the slickness, the sheer fucking filthiness of it all. He grabbed his oil bottle and inserted it in his ass. With one hand he held it in place while he poured a generous amount of the warm oil into his ass. He could feel the oil filling him, coating his insides, and the sensation was maddening. He pushed the bottle deeper, feeling his ass stretch and give around the smooth glass.
"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips lifting off Lenny's surface as he pushed the bottle further up his ass. "God, I love that fucking feeling."
He reached for his cock, still hard and throbbing from his earlier stroking.
He poured more oil onto his hand, coating his cock with the slick, warm substance. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, the oil making his skin slick and smooth. He began to stroke himself in time with the movement of his fingers in his ass.
The sensation was exquisite, the oil intensifying every touch, every movement. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight and heavy. He spread his feet wider, his ass lifting off Lenny's surface as he fucked himself with his fingers and stroked his cock.
"Fuck, I'm close," he grunted, his voice harsh and ragged with desire.
His fingers moved faster, pounding in and out of his ass with reckless abandon. His cock was a throbbing, aching rod of steel in his hand, the oil making it slick and slippery. He could feel the pleasure building in his balls, the orgasm simmering just beneath the surface.
He pushed the bottle deeper into his ass, his fingers curling around it as he fucked himself with it. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of his ass was obscene, the wet, squelching sound of oil and flesh filling the sauna.
He leaned forward, his chest heaving with exertion, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of his own touch. His fingers pushed deeper into his ass, the bottle buried to the hilt. He could feel the pressure, the stretch, the sheer fucking filth of it all.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna fucking come so hard."
His cock throbbed in his hand, the sensation of his fingers in his ass sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm just out of reach. He grunted, a primal, guttural sound that echoed through the sauna.
His fingers were pumping in and out of his ass now, the bottle buried deep inside him. His cock was a throbbing, aching rod in his hand, the oil making it slick and slippery. The room was filled with the sound of his flesh squelching, the wet, obscene noise of his body being fucked.
He could feel it building, the pleasure coiling in his balls, his orgasm simmering just beneath the surface. He reached down with his free hand, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. He grunted again, the sound low and desperate, as he felt his orgasm begin to build. The oil had fallen on the seat surface and was making it easy for him to move his ass back and forth across the stool seat.
His ass cheeks were slick and warm, the oil making his skin glisten under the soft light of the sauna. The coach was fucking himself with his own fingers while holding the bottle and he was grunting like an animal.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." he groaned, his fingers plunging in and out of his ass, his cock throbbing and jerking in his other hand.
"God damn, that feels good," he muttered, his voice thick with lust and desire. "I could fucking live in here, just fucking myself all day long."
Lenny's eyes widened as he watched Coach Josh's ass work itself on his plastic surface.
Then there were voices heard outside and the shuffling of feet. Being in a strange predicament and not wanting to be found, the coach grabbed a pile of nearby towels and draped them over him hide while sitting on Lenny’s stool face.
The door opened, and Coach Josh stayed very still in the dark dimly lit room. It was Ben and some of the other player’s on Coach Josh’s football team!! Being oiled up and his ass opened up, Coach Josh definitely didn’t want to be found now.
He stayed statue still, cursing under his breath as he listened to their footsteps grow closer.
“Coach?” one of the players called out, their voice echoing through the sauna. “You in here, Coach?”
Coach Josh stayed silent, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for them to either give up and leave or find him. He didn't have to wait long.
“Coach?” Another voice, this one closer. Coach Josh could hear the rustling of clothes as the player entered the sauna. He held his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice him hidden under the towels.
The sound of their footsteps echoed through the sauna, growing louder as they approached.
"Coach?" another player asked, their voice closer now. "We're looking for you."
Coach Josh remained still, his heart pounding in his chest. He held his breath, praying they wouldn't find him. The sound of their footsteps paused, and he could hear the muffled sound of their voices as they whispered to each other.
"I don't see him anywhere," one of them said. "He's probably in his room or something."
“Perfect” Ben said. We can have some fun in here. Sit or stand, it doesn't matter. But you're going to play with my cock," Ben said, his voice a low growl as he reached down and grabbed his shaft, stroking it slowly.
"What? Here? Now?" Brad asked, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He glanced around the dimly lit sauna, his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of getting caught. But the thrill of it was intoxicating, and he could already feel his cock beginning to harden at the thought of what Ben was suggesting.
"Yeah, here and now.
What's the matter, pussy? You scared?" Ben taunted, his cock already throbbing in his hand. He knew Brad had a wild side, and he was about to bring it out.
Brad looked around the sauna, his eyes flicking to the towels draped over the stool in the corner. He could feel the heat of the room, the steam clinging to his skin, making it slick and slippery. He could hear the low murmur of voices outside, the faint sound of laughter and the occasional shout. But here, in the sauna, it was just the two of them. And the pile of towels on the stool looked like a perfect place to sit and play around.
He watched as Brad's eyes flicked to the towels, a hungry look crossing his face.
"I think I'm gonna need a seat for this," Brad said, his voice a low rumble. He walked over to the stool, the sound of his bare feet slapping against the wet floor echoing through the sauna. He then sat on top of the pile of towels the hiding Coach Josh, not knowing he sat on the towels covering his face, and as he sat, the towels parted a little, leaving Coach Josh’s nose and eyes bared to Brad’s deep ass crack as Brad sat on them, but the towels were pushed down over his mouth so he couldn’t speak. As it was dim lighting, Brad didn’t know half of Coach Josh’s face was pressed into his asscrack, and he wiggled his ass around to get adjusted. “Perfect. I’m ready for you” he suggested to Ben he walked closer to sit on Brad’s naked lap.
It was hot and steamy in the sauna, and sweat was dripping from their bodies, making their skin glisten in the dim light. Ben nodded, his cock throbbing in his hand, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He walked over to Brad and straddled him, his knees on either side of Brad's thighs. He could feel the heat of Brad's body, the sweat dripping down his chest and back, making their skin slippery and slick. He reached down and grasped Brad's cock, guiding it to his entrance.
Coach Josh noticed the extra weight as Brad’s pulsing hairy hole smooshed against his face. It was beyond embarrassing, but he didn’t dare move. He was frozen in place, his cock still dripping oil and his ass clenching from the residual pleasure. The last thing he needed was for these players to find him like this.
Ben, meanwhile, had positioned himself over Brad's thick cock, his own pre-cum coating the tip as he guided it to his entrance. He let out a low moan as he sank down, the heat of Brad's cock filling him, stretching him open.
"Fuck, yeah," Ben groaned, leaning forward and bracing his hands on Brad's thighs.
"That's it, give me that big cock." He pushed down, taking more of Brad's thick shaft inside him, the heat and the stretch making him gasp.
Brad grunted, his hands gripping Ben's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Fuck, that's tight," he muttered, his hips bucking up, pushing more of his cock into Ben. "You take it like a fucking champ."
Coach Josh was trapped, his nose and mouth pressed into Brad's sweaty, hairy ass crack. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the sweat dripping down and coating his face.
He could hear the low grunts and moans, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He could smell them, sweat and sex and the faint lingering scent of oil. He was trapped, his face pressed into the sweaty, hairy cleft of Brad's ass, his mouth sealed shut by the towels.
Ben was riding Brad hard now, his hips slamming down onto Brad's thick cock, taking every inch of him deep inside. The sound of their fucking filled the sauna, the wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh.
"Fuck, yeah," Ben groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take that cock, you fucking beast. Coach Josh’s nose penetrating in and out of Brad’s ass with each of Brad’s energized thrusts, helping Brad to feel stimulated on both ends. He thought he needs to fuch in a pile of towels more often. Ben was a beast, a fucking machine, his hips slamming down onto Brad's cock with a force that made Coach Josh's head spin. Every time he slammed down, Coach Josh's nose was forced deeper into Brad's ass, his mouth squashed shut by the towels. He could taste the sweat and the oil, could feel the heat of their bodies, the roughness of Brad's hair against his face.
"Fuck, yeah," Ben growled, his hands gripping Brad's thighs so tightly that Coach Josh could feel the imprint of his fingers through the towels. "Give me that fucking cock, Brad.
Fuck me like the beast you are," Ben panted, his hips slamming down onto Brad's thick shaft, taking every inch deep inside him. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, the wet, obscene noise of their bodies fucking.
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