Happy Birthday [-CORIPATRIO-]
It was my birthday. 30 years old. I'd not wanted to be fussed over or dragged out on the town - I can be awfully antisocial on my birthday - but at the same time I'd liked the idea of making it into a special event simply because it was a birthday after all. It was because of this that I'd secretly resolved to have a Sedric party for myself
If you've never partied with yourself I urge you to try it. It's the most narcissistic, self-indulgent thing you can do, but at the same time harmless and a hell of a lot of fun. I realise it's not necessarily as easy for you as for me. We authors are a weird bunch, at once the most limitless artists and the laziest bastards. A film maker would have to show you their workings, whether by costly CGI or simple sleight of hand. I just have to say: "and then there were two Sedrics," and your mind does the heavy lifting for me. I can spend an hour wandering around Penrose's Triangle inspecting and admiring its contradictory vertices where a camera would have to remain locked on the front of it. . After all, God said "let there be light." God was definitely an author. I bet he partied with himself too
There were significantly more than two Sedrics for the party. A precise 30 in fact, which I felt was only reasonable. About half the group were practising stoners, the other half ranging from hardline straightedge to those who were curious and willing to be persuaded to those who were determined the party was going to be their first time getting blazed. Experience with cannabis was the primary variation within Sedrics
Describing any version of me as truly dominant is like describing a candle as visible from space, but we were all Sedrics and we knew how to play the roles that turned us on. The pothead Sedrics tended to take that job, having ready access to the forbidden thrill that got the other half intrigued, nervous and easier to manipulate. Which wasn't to say a non-toking Sedric couldn't get distinctly whip-happy once it was in his hands. One of the dommier Sedrics suggested pimping the more submissive ones to raise cash for the party; we all loved it but unanimously rejected it. Biggie Smalls once said, "don't deal where you sleep," and it remains as true for selling ass as for selling crack. The collective Sedric had no wish to be caught offering a good time on his own street corner
I, the birthday boy, was on the clean-living side but with just a little curiosity about allowing myself to be cajoled into it. I realise we were all the birthday boy of course, but it made it more interesting to elect one Sedric as nominal star of the show. It allowed the others to organise the event and some token gifts and what-have-you whilst the remaining Sedric could be surprised by it all. I got the part in time-honoured fashion: we got a stopwatch and started slapping balls, timing how long it took each Sedric to beg for it to stop. I took longest to squeal, and the moment my pecker was soft again I got locked in chastity. This was three days before the party, so I had three days without so much as a hand shandy whilst the others handled the organisation. I had the key on a collar around my neck, it was the only way of keeping track of which Sedric had it when time came for it to come off, but I was on Sedric's Honour not to take it off no matter how much my prick ached under the stainless steel unit. So I just toughed it out, seeking pleasure another way in the interim by enjoying my imprisonment
The night came, and we all piled into the rented hall at 7 sharp. We were distinguishable by the wide range of different raingear and wellies we wore, as well as the occasional accessories: leather or rubber gloves were popular, one Sedric wore a gasmask and another old-school motorbike goggles. Aside from the chastity and the collar I was wearing a long yellow slicker and some olive-green wellingtons. I suppose it didn't matter if we could tell each other apart or not, but it at least helped if you wanted to resume a conversation
The official line was that it was primarily a party until 10pm, then anything would go. So we had pan-Asiatic buffet and a lot of sticky, gooey stuff for dessert like chocolate cake, custard and icecream. A lot of soft drinks but no alcohol. A Sedric may get stoned or he may not, but a Sedric that drinks is as implausible as a Sedric that can travel back in time. And of course, thirty Sedrics could hardly be expected to remain totally pure for those first three hours. The hall's various antechambers were appropriated as more aggressively carnal spaces. We'd deliberately rented a sports hall because it had a communal shower that quickly became a scaly sewer; Sedrics covering each other in their bodily fluids or in whatever they'd half-inched from the dessert table. The equipment storeroom's contents became makeshift bondage racks with the addition of manacles and chains, and whips, riding crops, buttplugs and dildos were provided alongside the colourful clutch of bongs set up on tables in the main hall. We'd managed to round up a lot of weed, all kinds of shit that we'd jumbled together as a pick-n-mix for the enthused toker
The hall itself wasn't exactly free of pornographic activity either despite that increasingly loose dictum. I was making my rounds, laughing and joking and flirting with other Sedrics who loudly congratulated me on my birthday. Some dragons were casually letting their dicks stick out of their raingear, either inviting anyone who wanted to fool around with them or just enjoying the exposure. They enjoyed flaunting it to me the most - everyone knew I was cock-locked and would be until 10pm, and they were doing their damnedest to fire up my jealousy, embarrassment and the painful ache as my dick's desire to harden up was thwarted by inflexible steel. Much of the conversation centred on the arts, especially whatever the DJ was playing, and a wave of small penis jokes. Sedrics were variously acting bashful about their underendowment, mocking and teasing others for theirs, or proudly flaunting it. Watching two Sedrics, both of them having identical bodies to begin with, each insist that they definitely have the most embarrassingly prepubescent peepee made for great entertainment
Nothing explicit was going on in the middle of the room but some pairs or trios of Sedrics were huddled together at tables, either smoking up, fondling each other lewdly or both. I ended up approaching a pair, the left one pink-eyed and wearing a forest-green nylon rainsuit with short black boots, the right one in a slick yellow PVC suit and similarly yellow sailing boots of his own. The left one wasn't high at all, though he was obviously fighting giggles as he fumbled to roll up a spliff. A pair of leather biker gloves were discarded on the table
"That's it, you've got it," the stoner dragon said with a grin. "Hey Birthday Boy"
"Hi there," I said in return. "You're giving lessons on joint-rolling then?"
"It's his first spliff," he chuckled. "I'm getting him baked!"
"Do you want some?" the newbie-stoner Sedric asked me. I politely shook my head
"I'm keeping myself pure," I smiled back. "Nice gloves though, yours?"
"Yeah, I can't really roll with them on," the Sedric blushed. I picked them up, casually tugging them on and pulling the wrist-straps tight to admire them. They felt good on my hands, thick material for protection of course. Feeling suddenly ready to get frisky, I cheekily squeezed in between them, planting my gloved hands on each Sedric's crotch to feel their stiff cocks and listen to the sound of the material against leather
"Ooh capital idea Sedric!" the stoned dragon laughed, quickly tugging down the waistband of his trousers and hooking it under his balls to let me have free reign of his cock. The weed virgin likewise unbuttoned his own slicker gear, and soon both my hands were full as the stoner passed a lighter over to the newbie. I leaned back slightly as I began to stroke both dragons
The Sedric in yellow was clearly nervous as he put the joint in his mouth, flicking the lighter and inhaling. He seemed alright for a moment, then exploded into a fit of coughing. The more experienced dragon laughed at the scene, taking the goods from him to serve himself. "You'll get used to it Seddy," he said. "You sure you don't want some of this?"
"No thanks," I shook my head rubbing the head of his prick teasingly, "I'm alright." It was a lie of course. Suddenly sat between the two of them I was feeling my curiosity flare up, mouth dry at the promise of it, cock tormenting me again by swelling against its confines. But I'd also promised myself once I got the Birthday Boy position that I'd make it a fight. If I ended up stoned at this party, I secretly hoped they had to really break me down to get me there. I resolved to keep my head down and focus on getting the two of them off
The yellow-clad dragon's dick was already leaving hints of precum on the black leather glove as he took the joint for his second try. "Are you going to be premature?" I asked teasingly. "Is that the sort of Sedric you are? Can't hold it for more than thirty seconds?" I could feel him tremble a little, definitely enjoying the humiliation of the idea
"Oh uh, fuck, I don't know," he said, stumbling over words as he took his second hit, holding his smoke much better this time. "Maybe um, maybe I should be..."
"Yeah you should be," the green-suited dragon laughed, pinching the joint back. "Don't fight it, let yourself go!"
I could tell the new stoner was into the idea, picking up speed accordingly. I was waiting for him to take the joint again, but he was already deep into his entranced headspace, no doubt helped along by his first adventures with THC. It didn't take much longer as he whimpered and shot a jet of cum over his jacket and my glove, followed by another. I smirked, and the green-suited dragon laughed
"There, you see?" he giggled, reaching over to pat the other Sedric's head, "you didn't even make the thirty seconds! You're really premature! You must've really wanted to smoke that joint." The third me just nodded, cheeks red as he added his bare hand to my gloved one
"Thanks," he giggled, his eyes already a little pinker. I nodded and pecked him on the cheek
"No problem," I replied, licking cum from the glove before turning to the other dragon who was lighting up the joint again. "How about you?"
"Oh I'm gonna last a while yet," he sighed, exhaling the pungent smoke. "Um, no offence, but could I have the premature dragon doing me?" I just laughed, and the yellow-suited me blushed, and I took off the gloves and handed them back. I could see this Sedric was keen to play the role of Mentor/Master/Humiliator to the other, and I wasn't going to deny him that. Humbled by his poor endurance, the now-high Sedric pulled his gloves on and slipped under the table to take the offered cock in his snout
"You should open up your raincoat," the more experienced Sedric said, eyes on the one at his crotch
"You think so?"
"Mmm, yeah, don't you want everyone to see how your cock is all useless and locked away?"
I blushed myself and nodded, proceeding to open the raincoat fully. He knew what was what, this Sedric. Suddenly my scales were a little cooler, air hitting my soft body, and my situation was fully visible to whoever wanted to laugh at me. The green-suited Sedric and I said our goodbyes and I left as I heard him moaning and filling the other's snout with his cum
A few tables along, two more Sedrics were together. One of them wore a short yellow jacket with its hood pulled up and filthy green wellingtons. Uniquely amongst us, he was wearing blue denim jeans instead of waterproof trousers, playing up to that certain cliché of masculine blue collar dress. He also looked almost comatose
"Has he smoked too much already?" I giggled. The other Sedric, wearing ocean-blue rubber rainsuit and black waders that came up to his crotch, smirked and shook his head. He looked at me wickedly
"Better than that. He's hypnotised!"
I yelped with laughter. "Oh wow! Really? We always suck at going into trance!" He nodded
"Yeah, but he really wanted to get under and by god I got him there!" He guided the dragon's head up to face me, no expression showing in his glassy eyes
"What are you going to do to him?"
"It's a surprise. He doesn't even know. I just told him it would be very humiliating for him. You'll find out when it happens though, believe me. Nice weiner cage by the way, you desperate to jizz yet?"
I smiled, ears down in embarrassment. "Er, yeah, for the last two days,"I replied. We both laughed and I continued on my way, making a mental note to see if he could do something to me later. Perhaps when my cock cage was off
Going from table to table was not helping my painful condition below, though masochist that I was, I really wanted more and not less stimulation. I found myself variously chatting to and frenching with a crossdressed Sedric in bright pink vinyl mac and boots as we shared thoughts on a certain kind of male chastity device with spiked insides. "You need your wanger in one of those," he leered
"Wouldn't make me any softer," I replied, planting my hands on his inviting arse. I wanted to compliment him on the autumnal eyeshadow, but it seemed dangerously like sweet nothings. "I'd probably do myself a mischief in fact!"
"Mmmm, sounds good to me," he replied with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I kissed him again, made my excuses and departed to go poke around the antechambers. Spending too much time with the pink cutie was going to make me start thinking about what it would be like to get my cock clipped off, and that was the kind of thinking that really ought to be saved for later in the night
We'd considered making the antechambers a bit more private, in the sense that one could not simply barge in. The idea was so unlike me though, especially considering the fact that technically I was the only person here, that we collectively agreed instead that anyone could barge in and join in and that any Sedric's cock, mouth, arse and hands should be considered property of every other Sedric. No good to my prick of course, but hopefully they might have some use for my snout
The first storeroom was empty, which disappointed me slightly. We'd laid out an interesting selection of toys in all the side rooms as I'd mentioned before, it seemed a shame there was no-one here to pick between them. I toyed with a small buttplug, then on a whim swept my raincoat aside and carefully pushed it up into myself. It felt good, not so large as to be uncomfortable when worn for a good length of time but certainly filling enough that you wouldn't forget it was inside you. It was the first real physical stimulation I'd had since I was locked, and I was keen to keep it inside me if I could both because of that and because I wanted to build my endurance. Every Sedric wants to be able to endure a little more of everything; we do our best to be respectable amongst polite society but in our hearts we're ravenous sluts
I had much better luck with the second room, loitering outside the door listening to Talking Heads' "Heaven" for a while and watching that transvestite Sedric making out with the Sedric who wore the biker goggles before slipping inside. A Sedric in a long black fishing mac was sat on top of a vault box under the dim lightbulb, his raincoat open to reveal green wellingtons and an unmistakable piece of leather buckled around his cock and balls, not to mention a body slick with sweat even for the likes of us. He was in the act of firing up a bong as I entered
"Nice cockring," I said as I checked him out. He took his hit from the bong, exhaling in satisfaction, and cracked up giggling
"Thank you," he replied. "Nice cock cage!"
I walked up to the horse, closing the door behind me and lightly tickling my fingers against the head of his cock. "Are you having some alone time with your thoughts?" I teased. I wouldn't have blamed him. Even in a party filled with willing hands, sometimes a Sedric just needs a quiet place to settle back and work on himself. He nodded emphatically in reply
"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked me as I wrapped my hand around his prick
"Sure," I said. The promise of Sedrics with secrets was something I couldn't help feeling aroused by, which was having exactly the painful result on my caged dick that I'd been seeking. He grinned goofily
"I'm really fucking high!"
"Yeah you look it," I smiled, turning my gaze to his bong. He shook his head
"No, I mean really high! I um... did a naughty thing! I got myself an ecstasy tablet on the sly!"
"Oh wow, shit," I gasped, suddenly very alert and interested. E was something whose effects I was curious about from a fetishistic perspective but which no iteration of Sedric had ever dropped. And now not only had this Sedric done it, but I'd caught him in the act, so to speak. "What's it like? Is it good?"
"Oh yeah! Really, it's wild! I feel like I can feel everything, even the music," he grinned, "but it's really doing a number on me, so I kind of wanted to just wank it out a little alone... y'know?"
I nodded. "Have you cum yet?" He shook his head. "Do you want me to leave you to it or...?"
He giggled. "It's okay, you're the Birthday Boy!"
That was a good enough invite for me to keep my hand on his cock. Stroking him, feeling his prick twitching with his elevated heartbeat, made me even hornier, as if I myself were high on the drugs. I had an overwhelming urge to help this particular pioneer Sedric get his rocks off, bringing my snout close to his needy rod. "Do you want to cum fast or slow?" I asked, breathing heavily over it. He shuddered in response
"Oh god, make me cum slow," he sighed, "I really wanna feel everything..."
I was glad to hear it, gently taking his cock in my mouth as he picked up his bong again. This was part of the fun of a party like this, wondering what each instance of me was really up to, knowing that I was up to pleasurable pursuits that I might not have the nerve to chase if I was just myself. Especially knowing I could catch myself, expose myself, do the most humiliating and revealing things to myself, all in this swirl of self-loving pleasure
The Sedric on E pushed me off his cock for a moment, shaking his head and swiveling from a seated position to a laid out one on top of the box. "I'm getting dizzy," he chuckled, "too much highness, your highness"
"That's alright," I replied, nuzzling his stiff meat, "you just relax, this thing definitely needs a good blowjob." He moaned appreciatively as I swirled my tongue around his prick before taking it again, sucking gently as I massaged his balls. It seems redundant to say I wanted to make sure he had an amazing time, because all of us were keen to give each Sedric we fooled around with the best we could, but knowing he was currently soaring on ecstasy made me all the more eager
"Oh fuck this is so strange," he gasped, "really amazing though... could you smack my balls? I think I want to get hurt a little..." Of course I obliged, giving him the whack of his life, so hard his whole body spasmed and he nearly fell off the box with a yelp
"Druggy dragons need to be punished for taking pills," I giggled in between swirling my tongue over his glans again. He whimpered and nodded as I slipped a finger further down between his legs. "You should be plugged," I said aloud, thinking of the one still up my butt, keeping me full and now more than a little antsy. "You should try out everything if you can"
"Mmm yes, oh yes please," he babbled, spreading his legs and hitching up his rear in offering. I looked around the room. Of course we'd scattered various sex aids here as well. I went straight for the biggest plug I saw, long and bulbous, and showed it to him
"This is going up your butt," I chuckled, "ready or not"
My doppelgänger gripped the sides of the box to brace himself as I started working the tapered object into place. His face was a mixture of excitement and discomfort, and his cock certainly wasn't softening at all as I eased it up inside. "I bet it feels incredible huh?"
He nodded and struggled to get some words together, resulting in an unfocused burbling as drops of precum sputtered from his dick. The plug securely in place, I licked the droplets off his belly and turned my attention back to fellating him. "If you can keep it in until I make you cum I'll let you pee in my mouth," I promised as I took it again
"Oh Jesus Tiny," he groaned, hands on the back of my head now, "I should've got more than one of these things so you could drop. It's... like white light..." My cheeks turned bright crimson at that, not that he could see it with his head tilted so far back his snout was almost an unbroken line with his body. Again the promise of being seduced into drugs at this party. I wanted to imagine I could get high just by swallowing his piss and cum. The cold steel down below was really doing its work forcing me to remain chaste
The wasted dragon was whimpering and bucking his hips desperately now, trying to fuck my mouth with the enormous toy up his arse. "I'm so close," he moaned, "I'm so close... please hurt me, I want to hurt when I cum..." I heard and obeyed, beginning a rapidfire stream of taps on his masochistic orbs and imagining the way the pain built up steadily, spreading to his guts as it always did and making him writhe in combination with the THC and MDMA. With a moan my mouth was filled with the first jet of his cum, swallowing hungrily. He fucked my mouth, gagged me slightly, at least as much as we could hope to at our size, but it only made me more overjoyed at making him cum. We stayed that way for a moment as his climax subsided, hands stroking my head still. Without a word from him I tasted his bitter stream of piss, swallowing equally thirstily as my drugged-up counterpart relaxed his bladder
Both still plugged up, the two of us kissed and caressed each other for a short while before we decided to leave the room. I wanted to go wandering further and he was feeling up to sharing his high-flying state with the others, waddling slightly out of the door without removing the oversized sex toy
Back in the hall, as far as our collectively abysmal sense of rhythm would allow the Sedrics were grooving to "China, My China." I waved to the green-suited Sedric from before as I grabbed some prawn toast to snack on. His subjugation of the yellow-suited Sedric was coming along nicely; the yellow-clad dragon was on his knees on collar and leash, though he looked too blissfully baked to put up any kind of fight. My friend who'd just shared his revelation with me was already snuggled up at a table to the gasmasked Sedric, the latter of whom had modified his equipment to allow him to smoke weed through it. They were too far away to eavesdrop, but you could tell the pilled-up Sedric was telling the masked Sedric in turn, who from body language seemed utterly delighted by the notion before the unmasked dragon ducked under the table to gobble his cock. "We're all so cute on drugs," I giggled to myself. It was looking more and more likely that I might ask to try that gasmask on before the end of the night
I was feeling the need to piss myself, and I hadn't seen what we'd done to the facilities yet. Hopefully there would be more Sedrics getting hot and heavy in the shower rooms. I passed two more who were locked in an argument over whether or not we should put Total Knowledge Trash back online, an argument that was almost as amusing as "who's got the weeniest weenie?" I would have joined in, but I had more pressing matters
The showers were down a short corridor, giving me enough of a break from the music (now easing into "Goodbye Horses") that I could hear muffled yelps of pain emanating from the showers. Curiosity piqued, I cracked open the door to be greeted by a very mean-looking Sedric in a yellow mac just like mine, but with filthy black boots instead of my spotless green ones. Another Sedric, mossy green rubber rainsuit and short, similarly-coloured wellies with yellow soles, was on his knees in front of him. He had the expression of someone who'd just been slapped across the face. The standing dragon looked up at me as he was unbuttoning his slicker
"Oh! Hi there birthday dragon," he said with a wicked grin, "I'm just putting this little bitch in line." He illustrated with a swift kick between the kneeling dragon's legs, making him squeal at the cruel Sedric's boot made contact with his balls. "He was being uppity, acting like that little cock was an excuse for manhood. Now he's going to be a good little toilet instead aren't you?"
The abused Sedric nodded pathetically in between glancing over his shoulder at me. I knew the abuser was faking his role of course, but he did a bloody good job of it, even better than weed-teacher Sedric had been doing with his premature pupil
"How about you?" the abuser asked, "need some rough treatment?"
I blushed a little as I came closer, observing properly that the kneeling dragon's boots had been graffiti'd in black marker. "Tiny Willy's wanking boots!" followed by a scrawled potleaf. I assumed it must be the standing dragon's handiwork, imagining how embarrassing it would be walking around for the rest of the party - even amongst this sea of clones - with something like that written for everyone to giggle at. "Well um-"
The abuser cut off my verbal fumbling with a sharp swipe at my vulnerable balls. "It was more of a statement than a question," he leered, other hand idly stroking his cock. "Get under my raincoat. I'm not just going to take a leak"
"Jesus you're blunt," I wheezed, exchanging understanding glances with the bitch Sedric and getting down on my knees behind him
"Don't complain," came the reply as I slipped into place in the dark space under his raincoat and under his tail, putting my snout up to his arse. "You know what happens in the showers"
I braced myself, soon being hit by the crude, foul smell of his farting in my face and laughing. From the gagged noise on the other side I knew he was already pissing into his prior victim's snout. A moment later I gagged and choked myself as his gas gave way to the first greasy, solid mass from under his tail
"That's it, drink it boy," the abuser Sedric grunted, the sound muffled by his raincoat draped over my ears, "get my whole cock in your mouth, come on, it's not like I even have a lot there for you to suck! And you eat that shit!" He raised his voice for my benefit, "I want you to eat it all and lick me clean birthday boy!" I had no choice in the matter as he reached behind himself and clamped a hand on the back of my head, forcing me to remain in place as dragon dung, bearing the spicy traces of whatever he'd been gobbling up from the buffet, filled my snout and forced me to swallow the first load. It was at once stomach-churning and harshly uncomfortable as my cock strained again against its tight metal prison. I was sure he knew it
The abuser Sedric was beginning to thrust his hips back and forth between his two victims as he pushed more filth out into my willing, though trembling, snout. I had my hands wrapping around him by now, one around his belly and one around his thigh, mostly to keep myself in place despite the instinctual drive to get away from what was being force-fed to me. At times I brushed hands against the other victim Sedric, or felt his hands brush against my snout as he gripped the sanding one's buttocks. I could hear his stifled whimpers and the abuser's torrent of, well, abuse as he sneered and directed him to keep sucking him off. I gagged again and felt my eyes water as I struggled to swallow the mash of shit covering my lips and coating inside my mouth, part of me wishing I had the easier job of drinking his piss and cum. But then perhaps the green-suited Sedric was in more of a scat mood than I was. Perhaps he was envious of me in turn, submissively emptying his own bowels and bladder into his waterproof pants as he imagined what was now being done to me. Those thoughts only made me even more aroused and painful down below
"Oh shit, good Birthday Boy," the standing abuser moaned now, "get your tongue up inside me and clean me up. I'm so close to cumming"
I did as I was told, delving as deep as I could and feeling and tasting more lingering waste, eyes streaming, cock aching, dedicated to service as he moaned loudly and thrust forward, dragging my tongue with him. I heard the pissdrinking Sedric gag at the sudden movement, but it didn't sound like he was trying to get away from it. I managed to dislodge my tongue before standing Sedric pulled it out of my mouth with his rapid orgasmic thrusting, finally deciding it was time to remove myself from under his slicker and see the show
The abuser dragon was definitely looking much more blissed out as his orgasm subsided, still snout-fucking the green-clad one all the same. "Thanks," he said, "you were a great pair of toilets." He beckoned me into a kiss as the third Sedric stood up and soon found himself kissed by both of us, wincing only slightly as his own mouth was filled with shit
"Thanks," I replied eventually, "speaking of, I really needed to piss before I came here." He chuckled wickedly and before I knew it he was on his knees
"Say no more," he said, opening his snout beneath my locked-up junk, "it's my turn anyway." I looked over at the green Sedric, who gave me a 'be my guest' gesture, then began to stroke my former abuser's head as I tried to relax. Soon the stream came, spurts and dribbles at first but soon gathering force as the dragon on his knees blubbed and swallowed thirstily. For once I was glad I had the cock cage to keep me from hardening up
"That's it," I said, tentatively exploring the dom role, "drink it all up. I've got a little more if you want more than just piss..."
The kneeler's eyes lit up at my words, drinking the last mouthfuls before excitedly spluttering, "would you? Please, I'm such a shit pig tonight!"
I looked again at the green Sedric, who grinned goofily and again invited me wordlessly to go for it. Our former abuser was already laid out on the floor, cock twitching back to full arousal as he waited keenly. I smirked and shook my head and hitched up my raincoat, boots either side of his shoulders as I squatted down over his face. Hands found the toy I'd inserted earlier, working it free and making me breathe a sigh of relief as my anus could relax again. "Am I in place?" I asked as the piece of plastic was discarded. A muffled reply and physical sensation assured me that, yes, my hole was pressing up against his lips now. I stole another kiss from the green dragon as I began to push, listening to the moaning and slurring noises underneath me as the third one's snout quickly filled up with excrement. It felt good, the physical release of emptying my bowels combined with a certain sense of "punishing" this dragon and the knowledge that all three of us were in fact having a hot, filthy time. I wished I had more inside me to offer, but after a couple logs I was already finished, the smothered dragon slurpily chowing down on what was now filling his mouth before I felt his tongue dig in to clean me up. That definitely got me shivering, trying not to end up with my cum milked everywhere from his struggling to meet my prostate. Instead I carefully rose, trying not to get shit on my raincoat, and turned to look down on him. He looked up at us both, at one satisfied and green around the gills
"Feel better for making me eat that shit?" he asked with a woozy smile
"As long as you feel better for eating it too," I replied. He nodded, then turned his attention to the green dragon
"You need to go too," he told him, reaching up to grab that Sedric's slick trousers and begin tugging them down. 'Tiny Willy' smiled bashfully as his unattended hard-on sprang free at last
"Are you sticking around?" green-clad Sedric asked. I smiled and shook my head, approaching the sink to wash the remaining shit off my face
"Sorry guys, I think I've hit my limit for now. Have fun though, okay?" Both dragons nodded as the standing dragon, now with pants down to his knees, straddled the laid-down one and sat down over his hard cock. I left the room just as that dragon was grunting, pushing shit out over the hard grey prick waiting to invade him once suitably caked in filth
Back in the hall I waved in passing to the premature Sedric and his keeper, who was feeding him chocolates and, as far as I could tell, demonstrating his terribly stoned playmate's "party trick" of cumming much too early to the amusement of that pink-clad Sedric I'd been talking chastity with. The dominant dragon nodded to me, but his toy was much too focused on blowing his load onto his jacket. The soundtrack was creeping into a little Nancy Sinatra, and I decided I was overdue to actually go pester the DJ. If this had been any normal party I wouldn't have left the DJ booth all night after all. And, I supposed, I hadn't. I grabbed a can of coke first to wash out the taste of dragon filth still clinging to every part of my mouth, teeth and tongue
"Do you know about that guy?" DJ Sedric laughed as I watched the pill-dropping Sedric wandering away from the booth, his gait suggesting he still had that toy firmly in place. I nodded proudly
"I was the first dragon he told"
"No way!" the DJ exclaimed. "He's making me jealous, he was just telling me how good the music felt on E. Had his hand in my pants while he was doing it too"
I leered over the booth, seeing the DJ dragon's dick still hanging out of his rainsuit, hard as a pole. "Didn't get you off though?"
I got a leer in return, the DJ briefly checking his laptop to check the progress of the song, as if any of us would need telling where we were up to in "These Boots Were Made For Walking." "If I let every groupie polish me off I'd have none left for the end of the night," he said as he turned back to me. "Though I could do with a little relief..."
"Say no more," I said, easing up close to him and giving him a kiss before squeezing into the space under the decks
"Good boy," he said as I wrapped my lips around his prick. "Keep me going huh?" I obeyed, but had to laugh and pull back as he seagued into the next song, the extended mix of "Say Hello Wave Goodbye"
"Twelve inches huh?" I said with a smirk as the oboe solo kicked in. He smirked back, then gave me a sharp, corrective tap to the snout as a reminder that I wasn't there to talk. I lowered my head again, properly chastened, and took his prick in my snout once more
Playing "groupie" was a good change from the antics I'd just come from. It had its own power structure, built on the idea of this Sedric as the superstar DJ and me as his adoring fan rather than the last one's brute force. Plus anyone working with music was just sexy to me in general. I managed to keep him on edge at least until Marc Almond's vocals started, when he finally lost it and came hard down my throat and all over my face. A little saucy talk on top of that and I was his toilet as well, the black-clad Sedric sighing with relief as he emptied his bladder into my snout. "Thanks," he grinned as he helped me up, "saves me putting on another long song"
"No problem, seems like everyone's using me as a can tonight"
"Oh yeah?" the DJ replied. I nodded without further explanation, and he smirked. "Well if you're up for more..."
I pulled a face. "Please, no more dookie, I just got a bellyful of that in the showers." The DJ nodded in understanding and patted me on the shoulder, eye on the progress of the record again
"No problem man. I don't actually need it right now. And I might just go ahead and shit myself at the decks," he concluded casually. I decided to leave it as a mystery whether he was serious or not; I know Sedrics, being one myself, and I knew it could as easily have been a joke or a very real plan. "Hey could you have someone bring me a blunt? I haven't had any all night!"
I laughed and kissed him on the cheek, promising I'd make sure he was sorted out before going to mingle once again
Ten o'clock was creeping closer and closer, and I was beginning to squirm more and more as I thought about what might happen once I got to have my cage removed. Fantasies of having my prick sucked by each dragon in turn flickered by me, not that I thought I had quite that much endurance. Besides, I was feeling far too submissive. Each dragon riding my arse seemed more likely. The Sedric in blue jeans definitely seemed like he'd like to give that a whirl as we were flirting together to one side
"I think you're the manliest we've ever looked," I said in between nuzzling his throat under the hood still pulled up with horns and ears fitted through. He chuckled and pushed me back to kiss my lips
"Someone's got to be, right?" He stroked a hand down the tough fabric covering his thigh. "Someone's got to represent for the working man." He was hamming it up for all it was worth and I liked it, striking the most masculine pose he could, presenting the idea of Sedric as a rugged blue-collar kind of guy whose muddy boots were the product of actual hard work rather than just wanking in the forest. My hand was stroking him through his jeans, feeling the way the hard bulge responded pleasurably to my touch, wondering if he'd actually let me wank him off through his clothes there and then
The next few moments were a burst of confusion as my rugged friend's face became a mask of shock and his whole body stiffened whilst my hand was suddenly warm. I thought he'd just shot his load into his jeans, then I realised it was spreading far too much to be jizz, not to mention the other distinctive odour. Only then did I register the pair of handclaps I'd heard a split second before, and the blue rainsuited Sedric, Sedric the hypnotist, walking away from us cracking up giggling as the no-longer rugged Sedric darted away in a panic, showing the stains of having lost control of both bowels and bladder as he disappeared out of the room and, I assumed, into the showers
"Am I that fucked or did he just shit himself?" asked the muffled voice of gasmasked Sedric, arm around the shoulder of the dragon with the graffiti'd wellingtons as they came up to me
"Well your eyes are pink enough to see in the dark," I quipped as I peered into the mask's lenses, "but no, he did actually crap himself. And piss. Don't forget the piss"
"I hope he doesn't take long cleaning up," 'Tiny Willy' said, craning over his shoulder to watch the door, "it's almost time for your unlocking!"
"What d'you think you're gonna get?" gasmasked Sedric asked me. He was suppressing giggles, but I wasn't sure if it was because he knew what I didn't or just because he'd had a bong hooked up to the mask for a good while before. I just shrugged and smiled. Whatever was coming I knew was going to be interesting. You don't get 29 guys who all happen to share your mind to arrange a sexy birthday orgy for you only to be fobbed off with a packet of socks at the pinnacle
At the booth the DJ was grooving to the final strains of "Slave To The Rhythm." As the climactic "Heeeeere's Grace!" led not into a song but silence, we heard the hum of the PA flicking into life. "Okay uh..." The DJ's patter was cut off by a squeal of feedback and the underbreath hiss of "shit!" several times over as he fiddled with the mic. "Okay, bloody hell," he chuckled as he regained control, "I think that's the first time a Sedric's ever not wanted feedback am I right folks?" We all giggled. It was a crap joke, but then we never went into standup for a reason
"Okay folks, it's ten o'clock, and that means we're giving Birthday Boy his present! Want to come out where everyone can see you babe?" I grinned and walked into the middle of the hall, turning so everyone could admire me, or maybe just giggle at the dragon with a metal gadget clamped around his pecker. "Looking good there," the DJ said, "now if uh... I almost said "if Sedric could" then... if the Sedric with this Sedric's present wants to come out?"
I cast around the room myself, spying a commotion at a table as the dragon in question hastily set aside a rainbow-coloured bong and scurried out with a package. It wasn't until I had a good look at his muddy wellies that I realised this was the same Sedric who'd treated me to a mouthful of his shit in the shower
"You look more, ah, relaxed than when we last spoke," I said with the most devilish smile I could muster. He returned the look
"My third bowl says I'm not one of the clean-living Sedrics," he replied before attempting to look what I think was intended to be 'respectable'. "Happy birthday!" he exclaimed as he handed over a squarish parcel wrapped in what looked like the pages of a Dutch newspaper, "we got you that copy of Yeah Yeah Beebiss I you always wanted!"
I rolled my eyes and gave him my best cynical nod as I began peeling away the broadsheet to see what 29 other Sedrics had actually gotten me. My double got a raised eye and, I have to admit, even a hint of a blush from me as I pulled out two boxes. One black and one white inflatable sheep. It felt oddly pleasant to be embarrassed by the gift even amongst a sea of duplicates, that even here it triggered that delicious sense of humiliation to have the entire room picturing me ecstatically shagging an inflatable barnyard playmate and especially when, unlike some poor schmuck on his stag do, there was no question about me doing it. Nobody knows how to embarrass you like a room full of yourself
"Don't we already have both of these?" I asked, feigning nonchalance all the same
"Yes, but these are brand new, fresh to greet that little weewee of yours as it leaves its cage." He gave me a wicked smile as he took the toys back from me and handed them to a third and fourth Sedric who excitedly opened the boxes and began blowing them up. I was definitely blushing and feeling suitably ridiculous as I imagined myself going at it with one sheep after the other in front of the crowd. "Black or white?" my gift-giving tormentor asked as the toys were passed back to him
"Uh, white," I replied, catching said sheep as he tossed it to me, drifting as only an inflatable toy could
"Nice choice, I think black suits me best anyway," the other dragon said as he began unbuttoning his raincoat again. I was genuinely surprised to hear it, unsure if I had gotten it right in my head, and he laughed more heartily at that. "Oh as if we were going to let you hog all the sheep," he said as he tucked the black sheep under his arm, reaching under my chin to unhook the key from my collar, "you and I are going to have a race!"
"A race?" I asked, perplexed. He grinned and nodded, bumping our sheep together as if they were kissing
"A race. Well, an inverse race. Last one to cum wins"
This twist was definitely piquing my interest now as he crouched, dropped his toy and unlocked my cock. I gasped as I felt freedom at last, my counterpart handing away key and cage and giving me a quick fondle. We both knew it would take a little longer to get me back to a full erection after such restriction. "So..." I asked as I let him molest me, "what does the winner get?"
"Jack shit," he replied with a smirk, flicking his tongue against me as I began to creep up
"...And the loser?"
He really laughed at that, and gestured up at the sturdy wooden beams across the ceiling. Normally they carried lengths of rope that could be wheeled across into position for gymnastic purposes, but I could already imagine it wasn't those ropes we'd me making use of. Two more of us came trotting into the middle of the circle of dragons with a ladder, and we two competitors stood back as a generous length of rope was ceremoniously carried up and attached firmly to the centre of the beam
"That's what the loser gets," he finally chuckled. I stared at the rope for a few moments, very conscious of the fact that my heart was suddenly racing and that my prick had galloped the rest of the way to full hardness. "Can we get a referee?"
The other Sedrics murmured amongst themselves for a few moments before another crossdressed Sedric, this one in a bright red vinyl mac straight out of the sixties with matching wellies and lipstick, finally volunteered himself. Where the pink-clad transvestite had been quite proud of and intent on remaining straight-edge tonight, I could immediately tell this Sedric had smoked almost as much as my competitor had. They exchanged whispered instructions for a moment before he cleared his throat and addressed the room
"Okay," he began, fidgeting slightly. This Sedric was no better at public speaking than the DJ. I doubt any Sedric was. "It's a simple game," he continued. "On my mark, these two will start humping their toys," I found a bottle of chocolate sauce pressed into my hand as he spoke, another being given to the Sedric with the black sheep. "You're allowed to go as slow or as quick as you like, but not to stop. If I think you're not actually screwing your sheep, that's a forfeit. Whoever cums first gets to-" he paused for a moment, fighting giggles, "gets to dance for us"
I listened, mouth dry as I was squirting a generous amount of chocolate sauce into my sheep's plastic pussy. The other Sedric did likewise, looking a lot more relaxed than me but then by his own admission he'd had two or three bongloads by now. Rather than a gentlemanly handshake, the red Sedric told us to kiss and we did, a long and sweet french kiss trying not to touch each other's junk less we taint the competition. I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or lose and I was sure he felt the same, but I wanted to be an honourable sportsman at least. We parted, planted our toys down nose to nose, and got in position
"May the best dragon lose," the stoned competitor said with a grin
"On your marks, get ready... fuck!"
At the red dragon's signal we obeyed, both sliding our cocks into the sloppy chocolate mess we'd prepared for ourselves. I gasped so loudly that I'm sure the rest of the room thought I'd lost it there and then, but I kept on going. I was already convinced I was going to swing anyway. It's another point of embarrassment but I've always been pretty quick with the inflatable toys. Hands, mouths, even the occasional times when I've attempted to give anal, I can hold off, but Sedric plus toy always ends up cumming as fast as that yellow-suited Sedric with the motorcycle gloves. Factor in my two days without orgasm and it seemed inevitable, and the thought both excited me more and scared me shitless. Being hanged is a big deal after all
Across from me my double was inching his hips back and forth as carefully and slowly as I was, grinning goofily at me as he did so. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed fucking a chocolate-filled blowup sheep in front of everyone," I giggled. Or giggled as much as I could in my overstimulated condition. He panted and nodded
"One of us is going to look fucking good in a moment," he replied breathily, his words mingling with the mutual squelching of our playthings. Around us I could see the others in their own states of pleasure - some watching in rapt fascination without even touching themselves, some jerking off with varying degrees of fury, one or two fondling, kissing and caressing each other as they enjoyed the show. Despite my nerves and the orgasm creeping up on me I was beaming with pride, because I knew every dragon in the room would have loved to be either me or my counterpart right now. Poor Sedrics, they'd just have to watch us hogging all the debasement
"Shit, this is it," I gasped, "I'm gonna cum, this is it..."
Eyes momentarily closed with the pleasure, I was caught off guard as the other Sedric cried out tersely, the obvious orgasm followed by sputtering gasps and moans. I opened them again to catch him hunched over his sheep just as I too lost it a split second later, adding my cream to the sweet goop plastering my cock and balls and thighs. He looked up at me weakly, grinning wider than ever
"Shit," he said simply
"Oooh, that sounded like you might have beaten our birthday boy to the punch," the red referee said with a giggle. My opponent looked up with his trademark smirk and nodded
"I thought I was going to win that as well," he said, turning back to me with a goofy smile. As a pair of chairs were presented, one for the condemned and one for the guy to tie the knot, we removed ourselves from the blowup toys and went to kiss again, even more passionately than before. At that moment I was feeling incredibly close to this Sedric. It might seem bizarre from the outside when everyone in the room had at most three days' difference between them, but one quirk of a clone orgy, especially for an essentially romantic pervert like myself, is that you found yourself developing a bit of a bond with particular doubles. The green-suited dragon and his quick-to-shoot stoner student were an obvious example, but now this Sedric and I had shared a very particular and ultimately lethal moment together, and we were hell bent on being mushy about it. He got down on his knees to lick up the mess covering my lower portions and I followed in turn before he climbed onto the chair and allowed his wrists to be tied behind his back
"Hey guys," a voice interrupted. I turned around and was confronted by the ecstasy-addled dragon with his hand in the air. "Hey uh, do you think I could get hanged too?" More murmuring around the crowd. It wasn't exactly in the spirit of the grand theatrical event that had been concocted, but it was definitely an interesting proposal. I could tell everyone was waiting for me to give the 'yay' or 'nay'. Looking up at the dragon now sporting a noose and then back to E-Sedric, I grinned wickedly, my first villainous smile of the night
"Well, if we have enough rope I don't see why not"
"Yeah hold on," another Sedric shouted as he scurried off, disrupting my own little moment of drama, but what the hell. There were more important things than playing the ringmaster. The second victim smiled a big goofy high-as-a-kite smile and waddled into the middle of the circle in a way that suggested that, yes, there was still a big ol' buttplug buried deep in his arse, and we kissed
"Happy birthday," I said as I listened to the ladder being propped up again
"You're the birthday boy, Birthday Boy," he replied cheerfully, "I'm just here for the party." The second length of rope was now securely in place. I swatted his arse and gestured for him to go get up on the chair, and he was soon in place with his share of knots as the rest of the crowd formed a semi-circle. The two of them looked wonderful side by side, yellow and black slickers both hung open and my competitor showing more nervousness about his impending demise despite the weed he'd been partaking of. The Sedric on ecstasy looked a little more comfortable - not exactly at east, but more excited about trying yet another new sensation. I had an overwhelming urge to call for a third chair so I could be a part of it, but that would've spoiled the competition aspect of it
"Would you like to do the honours?" the Sedric in the yellow slicker asked, those nerves causing his formerly confident voice to crack slightly. I nodded wordlessly, admiring the two of them as they nuzzled and then kissed each other sweetly, final moments together
For a moment I found myself puzzling on how to dethrone the two of them, wanting to do it without missing the moment when the rope snapped tight, and then I cracked a wicked grin as the idea came. With all the ceremony I could muster I lay down on the floor looking up at them, hitching up my legs and hoping my aim and strength weren't going to let me down. "Goodbye," I said softly before kicking with all my might, striking the chair legs and sending them both scraping backwards from beneath two pairs of black booted feet
The remaining dragons gave a mixture of gasps, yelps and cheers as our two subjects dropped, strangled cries only just audible even as close as I was to them. I clambered back onto my feet and moved back into the crowd to stare up, dumbstruck as two formerly normal dragons now spasmed and kicked and swung frantically as they struggled to get free. I knew it was pure instinct, that I was watching the muscular urge to survive wrestling with their willingness and pleasure at being snuffed out both for their own pleasure (as evidenced by the obviously excited cocks both were sporting) and for ours. And I sure as hell was getting hard again as I watched them, my eyes probably bulging as much as theirs. But at the same time it was something of a mindfuck knowing I was now executioner to my two clones. I was glad I'd turned down every offer to smoke up, sure I wouldn't have been able to handle this in that state. I felt the DJ resting his arm around my shoulder as we watched, neither of us playing with ourselves even though he was as hard as I was. There was too much to take in to distract ourselves with wanking
E-Sedric's face definitely showed the most ecstasy, eyes now half-closing, tongue lolling despite legs still thrashing. I grinned as I realised he still had the leather cockring strapped around his balls. His companion was more desperate, but I could see the satisfaction on his features at the same time. His thrashing looked almost like he was bucking his hips, as if he was fucking an imaginary lover. I almost asked the DJ which one he thought would cum first, but couldn't bring myself to speak. Around us even the friskier Sedrics were keeping a certain hushed awe despite stroking themselves and each other
Forcing a final, pathetic squawk of noise, the yellow-slickered Sedric dragged up his knees into an almost fetal position as he shot his load, ropes of cum splattering the floor, and then he flopped limp, drooling slightly, eyelids drooping as the life flickered away underneath them. I felt compelled to give him a reassuring smile even as I realised the absurdity of doing so, not even sure that his oxygen-choked brain could register what I was doing. As he slipped away into unconsciousness, E-Sedric took his turn, hips writhing as he shot much further. I had to stifle a giggle, realising that if I'd not stepped back into the crowd he would have shot just far enough to jizz on my wellies. I smiled at him too, and I was sure he was smiling back at me as he too faded out
With that, our comrades were no more. I looked around the room, feeling a little of that understandable guilt mixed with my own arousal and my happiness that these two Sedrics had after all had a great time getting their necks stretched. My sheepshagging opponent definitely looked rather blissful, as much as he could with his tongue hanging out and purple. The other Sedrics were like me, a mixture of awe and arousal, some of them openly jerking themselves or already having done so, some holding back like I was
"Okay, now for the cake!" came a voice breaking the atmosphere, accompanied by the rattle of a trolley. His cheerfulness made it seem hard to believe we'd just helped two Sedrics breathe their last. I couldn't help cracking a smile myself though as something huge and thickly layered with bright yellow fondant resembling a slicker was brought out for my inspection
"What would you have done if I'd got the drop?" I asked as I admired the cake. Its bearer smiled as he enlisted another Sedric's help to lift it from the trolley and onto the floor
"We would've just done this part first," he said as he stood back, "can't let the birthday boy go with clean boots on! Care to take it for a walk?"
I looked up at the incongruous display of death that we were now so casually ignoring, smirked and nodded, confidently striding forth and decisively ploughing my booted feet into the cake. Icing, sponge and cream smooshed around the green rubber as the crowd applauded, and I made sure I had a good few tramples in before I reached down and scooped up the gooey mass to slather over my cock and balls. "Who wants first taste?" I asked
The cake went fast, the other Sedrics tormenting me as each licked and sucked his first helping from my pecker. Just about every bite of sugary confection ended up being taken from someone's penis or wellies, and I ended up in a sticky heap with the Sedric who'd crapped his jeans before, now cleaned up and naked from jacket to boots with a fresh spliff between his lips. "Come on," he chuckled, "it's your birthday." I fought it for a moment and then smiled, leaning back as he kissed me and blew warm smoke into my lungs
The orgy went on for some time. That many Sedrics have a lot of stamina between them after all. Whips and other toys were brought out and we exhausted the remaining chocolate sauce. One moment I was bent over a table as I was flogged and then buggered, the next I was sat on the same table using another Sedric as my footrest whilst I beat myself off, stoned out of my mind. Both sheep of course saw their fair share of attention. The green-clad Sedric with the vandalised wellies ended up shyly raising the question of whether we could maybe hang him as well, and so we obliged with a mock-trial. I presided as judge, a little distracted by a warm mouth on my cock and a warm bong being offered to my snout, and "Tiny Willy" got his wish of being executed for masturbating too much. Combined with the DJ's wilfully perverse choice of "Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft" (the Carpenters' version obviously, not Klaatu's original; we're weird but not that perverse) it made for a bizarrely hot and even beautiful sight as this Sedric took his punishment with the most calm, satisfied expression of any of the three. Even as he was kicking his legs and spraying his final shot of cum for the audience, he seemed completely at ease
Somewhere after three o'clock the group was winding down and beginning to agree with one another that it was time to call it a night. I'd gone from never smoking weed to smoking rather more than was sensible and combined with too much cake and the meal I'd been given in the showers I was feeling a little on the queasy side. Every one of us at least considered leaving the clean-up until the morning, but we also knew better than to indulge the idea. We only needed to cover up the most alarming messes after all; the hall's actual cleaning staff could deal with the unincriminating stains
It was an easy job. Nine Sedrics scurried around the hall and the other rooms and collected various stray sex toys and drug paraphernalia whilst nine worked to mop up the evidence of bodily fluids in the main hall and take down our unfortunate hanging counterparts. I was glad we had enough non-baked Sedrics left to do the job. We bagged up the rope with the dildoes and laid the deceased out respectfully to one side of the hall. The last group of nine Sedrics subdivided into threes, one trio mopping up the terrible mess we'd made of the showers and the others moving between the other rooms to catch any messes we'd made there. By four o'clock it was all done, and we were all dead on our feet. Canizero Chalmistry's a decently-sized building but it would never hold 27 Sedrics even if we left everything else behind, so we dragged out gym mats and curled up together in the middle of the hall. A big, rainproof Sedric slumber party
When I woke up hazily later the next morning I was alone. All the other Sedrics were gone, even the corpses. We were all absorbed into one Sedric again. I couldn't even claim I was the "birthday boy" Sedric, because I wasn't in the place he'd slept, nor was I wearing his outfit any more. I was in a combination, really. I had his long slicker, but over DJ Sedric's all-black rainsuit with the motorbike goggles on my forehead for good measure. I could remember everything from the party, from the last three days in fact, every detail of being every one of thirty Sedrics. I could've told you any of our equally salacious stories. I could've told you how it deliciously embarrassing it felt squirting all over myself after being jacked off for barely thirty seconds. I could've told you how it felt shitting into my own mouth, how it felt receiving my first ever on-ecstasy blowjob, how it felt enjoying the perks of being the DJ and having "groupies" suck my cock as I worked. I could have told you how shame-inducing it was to mess my jeans in front of everyone. And I could have described to you the different kinds of terror and anxiety and excitement I felt as the noose snapped around my neck three times. But the birthday boy's story seemed to make the best all-round record of events. Maybe I'll share the others another time
Having everyone's memories within myself again, I could also remember that one Sedric ran into Lee whilst in town the day before and let slip by accident what we were up to. Which explained why I had a message on my phone from the rabbit, complaining that he wasn't invited to be in the midst of my Sedric harem. I suspected he would've been uncomfortable watching me die thrice over, but I decided against saying as much. I simply hashed out a reply promising him I'd provide for his next birthday, then loaded the two canvas bags filled with toys into the car. Now I had the idea I was already looking forward to it. Another excuse to throw a party like that with myself was too good to pass up, especially if we invited some more of our friends so that I could more thoroughly play the role of servant. But for now I needed to get home, unpack my toys and then sleep again. Gym mattresses are no substitute for a bed