

🧐 Personal Yasha
So Yasha was once captured by a robot in the middle of the street on the way back home, thinking he was a runaway clone. He discovered hundreds of his clones in a huge facility, all good and waiting to be sold and used.
Mmm, but what would it be like to train your own personal Yasha... You could customize his hair and even his face doesn't have to be just a copy of the original, the same beautiful maybe but not the same. After all, it's your own personal Yasha! The only thing precisely the same is the unbreakable body craving for stretching and experiments.
But how should I train my very own personal Yasha? Every Yasha clone is a lab rat in essence, a whole week of just kissing and cuddling and cumming in his butt in every sex position I could think of... a whole week without extreme training is way too much for his joints and organs, he is begging to end his contortion-chastity and give him a good stretch and a bend... He is even trying to guide me, twisting himself 180 degrees seductively and waiting for my help, raising up that sweet ass with a welcoming hole...
You asked for it, man, now you will be my personal piece of dough, I'm gonna stretch and twist you and bake you in the most delicious positions, not forgetting to add a good filler...
Don't ask me to stop when I'm past the elbow in your stretchy 18 year old asshole, it will have to go all the way to the shoulder, you may feel slightly hollow inside after I take my arm out, but not for long, an extra long double dildo is already waiting in the bucket of lube to be pushed deep inside, but it's just a filler, followed by an extra thick fleshlight, but it's only extra thick on your side, on my end it's extra tight as I lube my cock and struggle a little to push it through... That makes the rubbery fleshlight wider and wider on your side, finally you get what you wanted and let out some hot moans as the long double dildo inside your bowels conquers more and more space, getting pushed by the fleshlight that I'm ramming deeper and deeper into you with every thr-
"Hey Andrzej, what are you writing, what a wall of text!" Yasha hugged Andrzej's shoulders from behind, trying to read from the monitor but Andrzej quickly scrolled down a page, the screen got filled with sophisticated chemistry text and pictures of DNA spirals.
"Nothing special, just polishing some reports for the lab..." He giggled nervously and scrolled down a few more pages filled with strange schemes of beehives and formulas containing a lot of CO₂(CK), OH and HN...
"Oh I see!" Yasha nodded, scratching his chin. "Hmm! You wanna take a break, I've been feeling strangely horny the last 10 minutes or so, like I could fuck a horse right now!"
Whenever you post stuff like this I'm imagining what your characters' personal lives and their free time must be like, obviously we get a lot of insights from the stories you write but these just tease me more hahaha...
--Alldenspa
Though I still have a feeling that the boy isn't scaled right because the perspective is very deep and if you project him onto that sofa in the background, he would be only slightly bigger than the pillow. That's strange because I fully matched the 3D scene to the perspective in this background picture... Well I guess things aren't always perfect... 😂
About the personal lives, it actually reminds me of the studios that make gay porn with twinks and the like, it's like you have a 15 minute video about 2-3 boys who have no background, just meeting in some room, start kissing and everything else, and the video just ends shortly after they all cum... You can only guess who those boys were and what they normally do in life... I sometimes feel like my pictures are a lot like that 😅
If there's a discount, I'll gladly take that... floor model! 😃
-tbj
:)
Shifty
I just hope Andrzej doesn't send this version of the file to his employer or his supervisor by mistake...
The plot twist where it turns out that this is actually a fanfic that Andrzej is writing about his lover instead of working on his research project is absolutely hilarious.
Sasha M