Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 460. Kenny vs B/B/T/C (7)

I sat alone in my room, somehow still in a daze.

Then I stared at the utensils for a long time before closing the box and standing up, gathering the booklet, the box, and the... bottle in my arms to mechanically walk into the bathroom.

There I placed everything on the bathroom floor before sitting down on the closed toilet.

I leaned forward, propped my elbows on my knees, and placed my head on my intertwined hands to stare down at the three things.

...Am I really...am I really going through with this?

I had absolutely no interest in stuffing something into my ass, not now, not in a week.

However, an exchange and me going first sounded like a good deal—sounded fair enough.

And we probably would try it anyway in a few years of not really doing it... so why not now...?

I internally groaned, cursed Henry, and just couldn’t bring myself to reach for the box or lubricant.

So the booklet it was.

I bent down and took it before opening it; it looked like an instruction manual, everything perfectly legitimate and without sketchy pictures or drawings.

After twirling through the pages to see if there would be anything gay following, I found that everything in there was purely written.

Don’t know why, but this assured me somewhat.

I went to the first page but ignored the table of contents and directly went to the first point.

There were first a few Q&As about stretching that part of the body, or, like the horny dog said, learning to relax that musculature down there.

And it was explained that there would be no need to clean that area from the inside, because doing that constantly wasn’t good for the body.

Apparently, there was no need to worry about getting oneself dirty if going to the toilet during an hour before putting anything inside, though accidents can always happen, blablabla.

Okay, given how seldom our enhanced bodies needed to do their big business, that didn’t seem to be a concern, which was good to know.

Because if Henry pulled out of me and had dirtied himself with my shit, then I would have to kill us both to get over it.

Though let’s see if he even gets a chance; as long as I’m not cumming inside him, the puppy will stay in the rain forever.

Heh...

Hahahahah!!

It would be so fucking deserved!!

Then the booklet addressed most people’s main concern, which was that the anal muscle would come loose through stretching or penetration, leading to random accidents during the day and stuff.

Well, I hadn’t really thought that deeply about it, but reading this, I became indeed very concerned.

However, the explanation calmed me down again. As long as penetration (no matter if from a human or a toy) was practiced carefully and with making the appropriate preparations, this concern was unnecessary.

It would only happen if an injury was received—and given our enhanced bodies, that was impossible. Even if we injured ourselves, we would heal fairly fast.

Alright, giving concerns and taking concerns, the booklet did its job.

Essentially, it told about how these silicon things are used to get used to later penetration, though it said explicitly that this didn’t have to be through another male; it could also be through some toy.

Alright, nice how they try to make one feel less gay while reading that.

Then there was a lengthy explanation of how healthy and enjoyable it was to get to know one’s body, how the anal region had nerves and stuff that could make one feel good, and in male cases, it spoke about the prostate and stuff.

It explicitly mentioned that males, just because they got off through anal stimulation, were absolutely not lesser men, nor were they forsaking their sexual orientation, etc., pp.

.....

...Had Henry written this??

I stared speechlessly at the efforts this booklet put in to reassure me and turned it around to take a look at the logos and stuff.

It seemed legitimate ....

Hmmm... Still a bit paranoid, I continued reading.

So, on the first day, the first and thinnest thingy—with plenty of lube—just relaxingly insert it for at least 20 minutes and up to a few hours.

Just lean back and learn to accept the foreign object inside you....

This sounded super gay again....

I bent down and opened the box, taking out the first one to look at it, as thick as a finger, with a silicone string formed like a loop at the end to pull it out... it somehow looked a bit like a tampon.

Besides the ads on TV and online, I knew what they looked like because my mom always had her bag stuffed with them, and I had to buy some for El—nope, not the time to think of either my mother or ex-girlfriend; we aren’t doing that.

Okay, let’s just take it day by day—all for the sake of fucking Henry into submission for all the gay shit he had put me through.

The thickness of the first plug thing doesn’t seem so bad....

Alright, Henry and the booklet he had totally not written both said that getting to know one’s own body wasn’t gay.

"It’s not gay; it’s natural, completely natural." I groaned, trying to brainwash myself.

I stood up and washed my hands and the plug in the bathroom sink for some time.

Then I put it back into the box and conjured the washed plug up.

The ability to instantly let the conjured-up plug disappear from my insides if I couldn’t take it anymore was very comforting, so the moment I had the idea while washing that thing, I was resolved to do just that.

I sat back down on the toilet, eyeing the little thing dangling from the loop I hooked one of my fingers through.

"Fuck..."

Well ... Henry was doing it now too ... and the thought ... was somehow a bit stimulating ...

Okay. Don’t be a wimp; it’s just putting something in your ass, no problem.

Given what my body had already gone through—the whole fucking lot of pain and the countless times I should have already died—what is this little tampon compared to that?

Women do it every day... no, every month—can’t chicken out there.

I conjured up a shot glass filled with alcohol while wishing to get drunk soon.

Another few shot glasses later, I felt considerably relaxed, probably because my enhanced body responded to my request or just because of the placebo effect.

"Alright." I let go of a long breath and made sure that the bathroom door was locked—which it wasn’t.

Fuck, luckily I checked, though Henry locked the fingerprint room door lock anyway after leaving.

First, I opened the toilet lid, wanting to put it in while sitting there, but then I thought, what if that thing fell in? No, I can just conjure it up again... but if it went back in time with toilet water on it...

"Alright," I repeated, sitting down on the floor and leaning against the bathtub.

I pulled my pants down and contemplated for a long time whether I should use the real lube or if I should conjure it up... only to notice that I was currently procrastinating.

I reached for a towel on the side and positioned it under me, then squeezed the original lube until it covered not only the tampon but my whole hand as well.

Ignoring the mess, I put the bottle away and got myself another three shots.

Henry will pay for this.

If I fuck him really good so that he is unable to lift even a finger, then he won’t be able to do anything anyway.

I took a deep breath and put that thing against my... ass.

Then pushing it in little by little, I found that this thin little tampon didn’t seem so thin anymore...

What a fucking nasty feeling...

Directly above the loop was a thicker part that shouldn’t be inserted if going by the manual, but even if that thing was short, only reaching that part already felt exhausting.

In the end, I managed and got myself another shot while wiping my messy hand against the ground.

Nasty. I don’t know why gays are doing that to themselves.

Thinking of the long-haired guy in prison I had to see being fucked while he wore a happy face...something clearly had to be wrong with him.

Anyway... I remembered to conjure up a clock working on batteries that showed the wrong time but was good enough to watch the minutes pass by while I tried to relax.

Which was easier said than done.

I watched the seconds pass and resolved to take my phone with me next time to watch some series or read something online—if the internet even worked again.

Even a fucking book was better than just staring at the clock.

I leaned back and stared at the ceiling, then remembered I could conjure up a book but couldn’t think of something I had read and wanted to read again.

At least Henry was suffering like me—this thought let me pull through it.

Forty minutes and a bunch of alcohol later, I was super relaxed and finally pulled the thing out.

I won’t make things difficult for Tomorrow-Kenny by just having the tampon inside for the least time mentioned, so forty minutes it was.

I pulled the thing out, forgetting that I could have let it disappear, feeling as if I had just given birth, and having newfound respect for the old dragon and other women. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

I showered and made sure every hint of what had just happened was gone from the room, the box... I don’t know what the fuck to do with it... it would be best to bury it somewhere, but I made do with the top of the bathroom mirror where the fucking mustache still stuck.

I gave the mustache the middle finger before going back to my room, finding that Henry still hadn’t come back, which was better, or he would probably get his hopefully loosened ass kicked.

I lifted the shitty closet up, making sure that NOT A FUCKING THING CAME OUT.

The moment I saw Henry looking at me stabbing the closet doors, I could already guess his thoughts AND FOUND IT ABSOLUTELY NOT FUNNY TO SPEAK ABOUT THESE GAY THINGS WITH A CLOSET BETWEEN US.

Did that motherfucker do it on purpose? Another reason to fuck him into submission: Be careful what you wish for, you motherfucker.

Anyway, the closet was back in place, and I threw myself on the bed, feeling dizzy as hell because of the alcohol.

Closing my eyes, I let myself be pulled away from this fucked-up negotiation, Henry, and the shitty closet.

I will get rid of that damn thing and in the future we’ll just throw our clothes on the floor.