The Objectification of Men Pt. 01

Dystopia | Men are objects, toys. Sex toys. Literally. And they're on sale in a special warehouse at a discounted price.

[Every part of this story is about a different domme, toy and kinks]

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01 -- Dildo

It was spring and the ads were everywhere.

There was no way to escape the big bold black letters that screamed at her every time she scrolled through any social media.

"What are they good for? Try our new and improved selection!"

The luxury brand's name, FUN, shining on the deep green background of the ad mocked her. It was the same deep green of the demo stores interiors around the world. Not that she has ever been in one of it, but the pictures of said stores, as the ones of the long queues in front of them on the first day it was announced the 'new selection' was available, were everywhere online.

Eleonor groaned and let her phone fall on the table. She was having brunch with her best friend who kept singing random lyrics from the song FUN used for their new ad campaign. It was a slow and sensual cover of Girls just wanna have fun, that she had already listened one hundred times.

"Mar, can you just stop? You're gonna give me a headache!"

"Why? It's such a good song!" Her best friend completely ignored her.

"You know it's not about the song, it's the whole thing," she scoffed, "they're just ridiculously overpriced toys." Good looking, extremely well trained, maybe useful toys but still too expensive.

"They might be overpriced, but they sure are worth their price," Maris smirked.

That was suspicious, as it was suspicious Mar's uncharacteristic good mood. "And how would you know?"

"Cause I have one! Didn't I tell you? Fixed my sleeping problems for good. You absolutely need one too! You're so grumpy, you need to relax and to have some fun!" She almost shouted.

"What makes you think I can afford one? How can you afford one?" El asked flabbergasted. She had a more than decent job but FUN's sex toys were way out of her range.

Maris just devilishly smiled, "I have an app."

With Mar it was always like that. She knew a place. She knew a person. She knew a website she swore she was the only one to know about it. Most of the times their reliability was highly questionable.

"Here, check it out," she pushed her phone towards her.

El doubtful looked at the name that appeared on the little display. "If this is a scam or even worse one of those who sells dupes and fake ones, I swear..."

"Girl, I told you I have one! It's one hundred per cent authentic and you know I would never suggest buying a fake one! They don't have a proper training!"

And that's how Eleonor downloaded the app The Warehouse -- Overstock, leftovers and pre-loved luxury items.

"They mostly sell FUN returned products from the previous seasons, the ones who got their last chance to being sold before going back to the company for another round of training and the ones deemed not high quality enough for the demo stores, the ones that have a... you know, a design flow. But who cares? The discounts are up to 80% off retail! Read here," Mar explained and clicked on the About Us section.

"We have your favorite luxury item at the best price! We offer leftovers and pre-owned products at a super discounted price. Worried about the quality? Each product goes through a quality check by our qualified stuff, they thoroughly inspect them for damages, missing accessories and test their functional qualities and physical conditions. We believe in second chance, what about you?"

"And look! You can either buy one online or select a few toys you're interested in, make an appointment and see them with your own eyes at the actual warehouse before buying one!"

"Mar, how much time have you spent on this app? You almost sound like you work for them!"

"Hours, ok? Actually, a whole night, but that's not the point! The point is the app is legit and I already know you'll thank me and kiss the ground I walk on when you'll get your hands on a FUN sex toy."

At that, El rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me! Girl, how do you get off? Please, don't tell me you still use that old plastic thingy I saw in your room that time! We are not in the Middle Ages!"

El was already convinced, the prices were extremely tempting, there was no need to be so dramatic.

"Ok! Calm down Mar! But I want an appointment and see them for myself." She licked her lips at thought.

***

Three FUN's toys, picked from the Dildo department, were waiting for her in the simple dark room used for the buyers at the Warehouse. They were cleaned, groomed, oiled, blindfolded and ready to be shown to her as Cayla, a warehouse associate in charge of the offline sales processes, explained to her. El took a seat on a comfortable chair, in the direction of the three kneeling naked man. They were perfectly still in their waiting position, not a single muscle betraying how eager they were to be sold, how anxious they felt. Being owned by a lady who would use them as she pleased was their best option in life, the best outcome of their training and they needed to give their best impression.

"The one at my right is the model D9," Cayla announced and handed her a state-of-the-art tablet displaying a copy of his booklet.

Every FUN sex toy had their own, a sort of manual with their detailed descriptions, health info, necessities, kinks and instructions. On the first pages there were their general information, while a big section at the end of it was about privacy, terms of conditions, return rights and all the things nobody ever bothers to read.

As soon as Cayla spoke, the first man stood up, hands behind his back, stomach in and chin up with a smirk on his face. She guessed he was proud of the massive cock he had between his legs and a bit cocky, he looked like he was sure she would pick him. He was extremely good looking with an impressive cock sure, but El didn't like the attitude, she didn't want a narcissist brat and his size wasn't what she was looking for.

"This model, as the others you picked from the Dildo collection, is high maintenance and come with the basic accessories..."

"What do you mean with high maintenance?"

"The high maintenance models are those who need a lot of... attention. They need to be supervised. As Dildo, their dick is at your full disposal, they're trained to satisfy every fantasy and every need, they will get hard on your command, they'll came only if you say so. But they will be tempted to touch themselves when left alone, as their owner you need to ensure that orders are being followed. They need to be cleaned; they need to be caged..."

Oh, El thought she finally understood why they were all returned in the end. Too much effort for a bit of satisfaction, even if the prospects were so fucking good.

Cayla picked a box and pulled out two objects that immediately caught El's attention again.

"This is their cockcage, to be used when you don't need them, and this is their cock-ring, to put on when you're using them. Each of them has their own custom size accessories, any additional one is available at our shop." Cayla smiled, knowing too well the clients that usually choose the Dildo ones and why they always buy one, despite it all. "Of course, their remote control it's also included," she continued.

"...remote control?"

"I guess a little demonstration is required, this your first FUN' toy, is it correct?" Cayla asked.

Eleonor nodded, curios to know more.

"Let's say you want to use your toy; you need to turn it on." Cayla pressed the Up button on the little white remote control and immediately D9 moaned, trembling and almost stumbling over his legs as if he barely had the strength to be upright. His dick, that seemed massive before, hardened and looked even bigger.

"Now, let's say you're done with it and you need to turn it off." The Down button was pressed and a shriek left the model's lips. He fell on his knees, sounding like a dying pig. His cock was back down in a matter of seconds, his smirk wiped off his face.

El was speechless, hardly believing her own eyes and Cayla's smile grew. That, that was the exact moment that always seals the deal. Based on the buyer's hungry eyes, she knew one of the toys is definitely going to be sold today.

"...how... just how?"

"Nanotech works miracles these days! It so happens, they have one of those little miracles right on their prostate. I won't go in boring details, but they have a very little nerve stimulator, it causes contractions and really intense sensations. It can induce an instantaneous erection or a lack of it. With the remote control, what you're doing is turning the stimulator on and giving them an electro-stimulus, it's as easy as turning on or off the Tv!" Cayla explained.

El frowned. "If it's that what it does, then what's the difference between the two buttons if both of them send an electro-stimulus?"

"Intensity. Pain will make them lose their erection," she clarified, "there is nothing to worry about, it is completely safe and the device they have are made just for them. They went through the best FUN training program and I can assure you, they fully enjoy the treatment."

Eleonor nodded, satisfied with the explanation.

Cayla lightly tapped the shoulder of D9 and softly said, "come on darling, back to your place." As soon as he returned into his kneeling position, she called the one in the middle. A beefy tall man with an average cock and the biggest arms she has ever seen. His booklet came with an extra 25 pages with his specific diet, she noticed scrolling down and wrinkled her nose. He was too big. Of course, she had seen their picture online as their measurements, but seeing them first hand was a whole other thing.

The last one, the model D12 was the least bulky. He also had an average size cock that looked almost small if compared to the first one. His chin was down, like he was trying to hide his face. Anxiety made his legs unsteady. He knew what was coming and took deep breaths. He really hoped he wasn't going to make a fool out of himself.

"Can I see it erected?" El asked and Cayla complied pressing the button on his remote control.

The breath caught in his throat and a chocked sound escaped his lips. It was impossible to explain with words the sudden and powerful feeling the stimulator sent to his body and although he should be used to it by now, he was never really ready for the speed and the intensity of the jolt. He gasped loudly, a sound that El felt right in her pussy. While she was busy studying every feature of him, he took a step forward so he wouldn't lose his balance but found himself on his backside. He must have slipped on some oil stain on the floor, he knew they put too much of it on him. His face immediately flushed red under his blindfold hearing the ladies in the room chuckling.

"Haha! We have a clumsy one!" Although Cayla didn't look exactly amused, she helped him standing up again, showing now his full erection.

A grower! His cock was significantly bigger, not massive as the first model but still thick and veiny. El couldn't help herself, leaving her comfy chair she reached out a hand as though to grab his cock and feel if it was as weighty as it looked but the associate stopped her.

"I'm sorry Miss, but we can only show the FUN toys at the Warehouse, touching and trying them is the demo stores exclusive."

The clumsy toy gulped and tried really hard to suppress a shudder. He didn't remember the last time he came, he craved even the slightest of touch but he was well aware he wasn't the best-looking guy between the three of them and thanks to his little ungraceful show his chances to be sold were close to zero.

"It's fine," El smiled, unbeknownst to him her mind was already made up, "I want this one."

***

El went back home with a fancy new sex toy, a fair amount of unplanned additional accessories and a dent in her bank account. She spent the rest of her free day choosing the sleeping arrangements for her toy, emptying and cleaning an entire wall in her walk-in closet, arranging a space for the three different soothing body lotion, the twisted jute ropes, the new plush handcuffs, the water-based lube, the multi-function dick vibrator, the specific soap to clean the cockcage the associate convinced her to buy even though she was sure it was just regular soap with a fancy-ass name; and reading every single line on the manual until she was certain she knew everything about her toy's functionalities.

Meanwhile, the man was waiting for her in the middle of her bedroom in his standard position, fresh out of the shower and free from the body oil and the blindfold. The urge to look around and to give his knees some relief was strong but he knew better, they taught him better. So, he just stood there, bare apart from the metal cage on his cock, kneeling on the plush carpet, chin down and palms of his hand facing up in the perfect picture of the ready-to-use toy.

He heard her walking into the room, laying something down on a little table before seeing her legs in front of him and he couldn't help but gnawing a bit at his lower lip, thinking she couldn't notice it.

Suddenly she took his chin between her thumb and index, making him meet her piercing eyes.

"None of that, baby."

He immediately released his lower lip and she hummed. "You're so handsome," she said tilting his head, first one side and then the other, inspecting him. Her gaze fixed upon him was enough to send shivers down his spine. It was a shame and a torture that his cock was trapped in his cage, he couldn't even start to get hard.

"On the bed. Lay down facing me, arms up and open wide your legs," she ordered and he scrambled to his feet to do as told in the quickest way possible.

"So eager," she chuckled and climbed up the bed between his spread legs. "Today was an eventful day and my only plan was to settle you in," she started trailing his calves with her fingers, then his upper thighs and his hips, "but I'll let you in on a secret..." she said, scooting closer to his chest. Her hands landed at each side of his head; she lowered herself to whisper in his ear, "I'm eager too." And she bit one of his earlobes.

He had no permission to speak but couldn't stop a whimper.

"It's ok baby, you can make every sound you want, I like them." She kept biting his neck, sucking and leaving marks onto his skin. Every little whimper spurred her to suck and bite harder until she grew bored with his neck and shoulder and turned her attention to his nipples.

"Grip the sheets for me," she grazed one of his hard buds with her nail and he arched his back, gasping loudly. "Answer me," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." As soon as those words left his mouth, she harshly bit one of his nipples. "Fuck," he whined, arching his back again.

"Soon, I promise my little toy," she smiled devilishly, "but not before I properly mark you." She bit his other bud and sucked on it, grazing his skin with her nails. "You're mine now," she liked the big hickey that was already forming on his belly button, "mine to use and mine to fuck."

His hips bucked up, his cage a painful remainder he was at her mercy. "Yes, yes! I'm yours! Please ma'am, please fuck me," he whined.

She liked her lips; it was like she could taste every sweet little sound. She was ravenous.

"Let's see what we have here." She slipped out of her sweet pants and underwear and plopped down on one of his thighs, making sure he could feel her wet core on him. He stopped breathing for a moment.

Without hesitation, she freed his cock from the cage just to imprison him with the cock ring a second later. It was a special vibrating ring, with a bulbous top designed to apply pressure to the clit, she was really looking forward to try. It fitted snuggly against the base of his shaft but it was comfortably enough to let his erection grew.

"Such a handsome toy, with such a handsome cock," she muttered and pressed the Up button on the remote, watching closely as he grew hard in a matter of second, with a jolt and a moan.

She positioned her legs at the sides of his hips and began to slowly sink down onto him; she was so aroused not even a single drop of lube was needed.

Her pussy was soft and warm and dump around him. When she fully sunk down and started moving her hips in circular movements, for a moment he really thought he was in heaven, lost in the pure bliss he'd yearned for so long, before the overwhelming feeling turned quickly into hell.

His cock throbbed inside of her and he tried to meet her thrusts just to receive a slap on the outside of his thigh.

"Stay still! Who told you could move?" Her eyes were furious. "Now, you'll be a good little fucktoy and let me feel good, mhm?" She pressed something he couldn't really see and the cock ring came to life, with a slow vibration.

"Ahhh!" His grip on the sheets was so strong that his knuckles were turning white.

"Come on, say it!" She trembled but didn't stop her movements; she was already so close. "What are you?" She leaned down, gripping his wrists.

"I- I'm your fucktoy to use as- as you please!" he panted.

She increased the vibration speed and moaned. "Exactly. Let's not forget about that."

She sighed when her clit bumped again against the top of the cock-ring. The stimulation was too much and she quickly came with a happy grunt, followed by a satisfied and relaxed smile while he gritted his teeth, feeling his cock squeezed and coated in her juice. When she completely rode out her orgasm, she turned off the vibrations, keeping his rock-hard cock nestled inside of her.

He wanted to cum so bad it hurt. He was right on the edge but all he could do was letting out every desperate noise he was capable of and beg. She looked satisfied with him, now she'll let him cum too, right?

"Please ma'am, please may I cum?" He had been still as she wanted, he had been a good toy, she will pity him for sure.

But she just looked at him amused. "What?" She tilted her head, confused.

"Please, oh God, please, please..." he wailed, his eyes teary.

She moved her hips forward and he choked on his pleads. "Who are you praying to?" She slowly got up; his juice covered cock slipped out of her with a lewd sound. "I'm your only God now," she stated, standing over him. "I'm your Goddess," at her words his body trembled all over, "and you will cum when I see fit".

She nudged his cock with her foot and he fully sobbed. "About that, it's time to grab the cooling lotion and to be back in your little cage," she softly smiled at him, dangling the keys and the remote in her hand. "And let's make it quick, I need to send a message to my best friend."

***

And a cruel God she was, amused by the torment inflicted upon him. Sometimes, he thought she bought him just to watch him being a wrecked trembling mess in an infinite loop of denial, while she calmly had her late afternoon tea with the same entertained face of a person who watch their favorite tv-show. He endured it all, because he was trained for that, even though he hated how much it hurt in the same way he hated how much he liked it.

But now he was sure he was going to pass out. His first quick fuck with his new owner was nothing compared to his current predicament. The evening had started with his hands cuffed behind his back, his knees on the floor and his hard cock coated in lube and held in the grip of the silicon ring and the additional cock-vibrator. She had said she wanted to test every speed that both the cock-ring and the little vibrator she had attached at the tip of his shaft offered and he had completely lost track of the time since she pressed the Up button on the remote.