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Smek was bored. There was nothing to do. He had already done everything he already could have done, which was eat footballs and dance with a tire around his waist. He could hit Oh again with his Shusher, that was fun, but he had already done it 10 times that day and he didn’t want his Shusher being touched by that Boov again.
He walked around his room, thinking of what to do.
“Think Smek, you have wonderful ideas, why is it now you can’t come up with anything?”
He looked at his Shusher and held it, rubbing it. Maybe holding his Shusher would give him an idea of sorts.
“Come on, think of something me, anything to get this boredom of mine to go away”
He ran his fingers along the Shusher, it felt kinda nice, a little rough but nice. That’s when a thought popped into his mind. His eyes widened and face went red. He couldn’t do that! There was no way!
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But it would make his boredom go away….
So Smek walked to the door of his room, shutting it and making sure it was locked. If any Boov were to walk in or find out he would have to execute them immediately. There was no way any Boov would keep quiet if they walked in on what their Captain was doing.
Smek walked over to his bed, laying down on his back and placing his Susher by his side. He looked up at the ceiling, his breath slightly heavy and face still 100% red. How was he going to start this? He couldn’t just slide the Shusher in, it would hurt badly, and he would NOT be able to sit down without being in pain.
He decided to run his fingers along his hole, he shivered at the touch from his cold fingers. He had no idea how to start or what to do, so he just figured to wait and see if his body started to tell him things that he wanted to feel.
After what felt like a minute, he felt himself shove a finger slowly in, slightly sucking in a breath. He paused for a second before inserting a second finger, slightly hissing at the feeling. He slowly started to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, sucking in a breath and he felt his fingers run against his walls. He moaned at the sensation, it felt so good.
After a few minutes of him scissoring himself, he feels he’s wet enough and takes his fingers out, groaning at the loss of sensation.
He grabs the Shusher that’s to his side and brings it up to his hole. He takes a deep breath in and out and slides the Shusher inside of him. He fought back a moan as he felt the Shusher go inside of him. He waited a few more seconds before pushing it in deeper. He felt it stretch his hole, he really should’ve gotten something to bite down on because holding these moans was almost being impossible.
Once the Shusher was all the way in, stretching his hole like never before, he waited a couple more seconds again before shoving the Shusher in and out of him, and this time he let a low moan escape his lips. He pulled the Shusher all the way out until just the top of it was inside before ramming it back inside him. His back arched at the feeling and force.
He continued to fuck himself with the Shusher, not caring that his moans might’ve loud, or that a Boov might hear, he didn’t care. All that mattered was cumming from this experience.
After what felt like forever, he rammed the Shusher at a spot that made him see stars and continued to hit that spot. He felt himself getting closer to his release, moaning and whimpering whilst tears pricked at his eyes.
With one last thrust, he finally came. His body shook and twitched as he came hard. He let out deep breaths, in and out. After 5 minutes, he felt himself come back to his senses and slid the Shusher out of his hole. He hissed at the empty feeling in his hole.
He sat up and looked at the Shusher he held in his hand. Did he regret this moment? Sort of, I mean it was pretty stupid. But it was a good stupid idea. Would he do this again?
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Most definitely