The first thing he felt was the cold—a sharp, biting chill that seemed to seep into every fiber of his being. But something was wrong, terribly wrong. His arms, his legs, everything was gone. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, there was only a faint, muffled vibration that rippled through him, strange and unfamiliar. Panic surged as he realized he wasn’t human anymore. His body—his new body—was smooth, firm, and elongated. A dildo. He’d been turned into a fucking dildo.The room around him was dimly lit, shadows flickering across the walls. He could hear the distant sound of laughter, deep and masculine, growing louder as footsteps approached. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, but he could feel—every texture, every touch. The door creaked open, and three figures stepped inside, their voices low and playful.“Check this out,” one of them said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone left us a little present.”He was picked up, a strong hand wrapping around his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming—warm skin pressed against him, sending jolts of electricity through what he now realized was his entire being. He wanted to recoil, to pull away, but he had no control. His mind raced as the guy turned him over in his hands, inspecting him with casual curiosity.“Nice,” another voice chimed in. “Looks like it’s got some weight to it. Wanna test it out?”The third guy chuckled, his tone laced with mischief. “Hell yeah. Who’s first?”He wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but all he could do was feel as the first guy positioned him, the tip of his new form pressing against tight, warm flesh. The sensation was indescribable—pressure, heat, and a strange, invasive pleasure that sent shockwaves through him. He was being pushed inside, inch by inch, the walls of muscle tightening around him as he sank deeper.“Fuck, that’s good,” the guy groaned, his hips rocking forward. The motion sent waves of sensation cascading through him, each thrust igniting new sparks of pleasure. He didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to enjoy it, but his new form seemed wired for this—every movement, every touch lighting him up from the inside out.The second guy stepped closer, his hand brushing against the base of the dildo. “My turn next,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.The first guy pulled out with a wet pop, leaving him momentarily exposed to the cool air before the second one took his place. This time, the sensation was even more intense—the rhythmic thrusting faster, harder, driving him deeper into a state of helpless bliss. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of the man’s body as he was used, his own pleasure building with each passing moment.By the time the third guy took his turn, he was no longer fighting it. He surrendered to the sensations, letting them consume him entirely. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, moans, and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh.When they finally set him down, he was trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of what he’d experienced. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: shame, desire, and a strange, aching need for more.One of the guys looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. “This thing’s got some magic to it. Might have to keep it around.”He didn’t know what to think, didn’t know how to respond. All he knew was that this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

The protagonist woke up transformed into a dildo, unable to move or speak, and was picked up by three men who found him in a dimly lit room. The men took turns using him, each experiencing pleasure from the act, and he felt every sensation despite his unwillingness. After the men finished, they considered keeping him around, leaving him in a state of emotional turmoil.

The first thing he felt was the cold—a sharp, biting chill that seemed to seep into every fiber of his being. But something was wrong, terribly wrong. His arms, his legs, *everything* was gone. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, there was only a faint, muffled vibration that rippled through him, strange and unfamiliar. Panic surged as he realized he wasn’t human anymore. His body—his *new* body—was smooth, firm, and elongated. A dildo. He’d been turned into a fucking dildo.

The room around him was dimly lit, shadows flickering across the walls. He could hear the distant sound of laughter, deep and masculine, growing louder as footsteps approached. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, but he could *feel*—every texture, every touch. The door creaked open, and three figures stepped inside, their voices low and playful.

“Check this out,” one of them said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like someone left us a little present.”

He was picked up, a strong hand wrapping around his shaft. The sensation was overwhelming—warm skin pressed against him, sending jolts of electricity through what he now realized was his entire being. He wanted to recoil, to pull away, but he had no control. His mind raced as the guy turned him over in his hands, inspecting him with casual curiosity.

“Nice,” another voice chimed in. “Looks like it’s got some weight to it. Wanna test it out?”

The third guy chuckled, his tone laced with mischief. “Hell yeah. Who’s first?”

He wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but all he could do was *feel* as the first guy positioned him, the tip of his new form pressing against tight, warm flesh. The sensation was indescribable—pressure, heat, and a strange, invasive pleasure that sent shockwaves through him. He was being pushed inside, inch by inch, the walls of muscle tightening around him as he sank deeper.

“Fuck, that’s good,” the guy groaned, his hips rocking forward. The motion sent waves of sensation cascading through him, each thrust igniting new sparks of pleasure. He didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to enjoy it, but his new form seemed wired for this—every movement, every touch lighting him up from the inside out.

The second guy stepped closer, his hand brushing against the base of the dildo. “My turn next,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

The first guy pulled out with a wet pop, leaving him momentarily exposed to the cool air before the second one took his place. This time, the sensation was even more intense—the rhythmic thrusting faster, harder, driving him deeper into a state of helpless bliss. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of the man’s body as he was used, his own pleasure building with each passing moment.

By the time the third guy took his turn, he was no longer fighting it. He surrendered to the sensations, letting them consume him entirely. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt *so good*. The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing, moans, and the slick sounds of flesh against flesh.

When they finally set him down, he was trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of what he’d experienced. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions: shame, desire, and a strange, aching need for more.

One of the guys looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. “This thing’s got some magic to it. Might have to keep it around.”

He didn’t know what to think, didn’t know how to respond. All he knew was that this wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

A straight man is magically transformed into a living dildo and discovered by a group of gay fraternity brothers who eagerly use him for their pleasure. The protagonist grapples with his new reality as he experiences intense, conflicting sensations and eventually consents to his role as a sexual object, exploring themes of transformation, consent, and the blurred lines between pleasure and humiliation.

A Dildo's Wild Ride

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