Work Text:
You follow the sound to the attic.
The melody ‘Pop goes the weasel’ emanates from a Jack-in-the-box.
A black & white logo of a clown adorns the front.
You grow nervous, never having seen it before.
Yet somehow it evokes familiarity.
The handle on the box cranks itself in a hypnotic allure.
You Approach cautiously and reach out as the music cycle ends.
🎵🎵All around the cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel.
The preacher kissed the cobbler's wife—🎵🎵
POP!
🎵goes the weasel!🎵
The lid suddenly springs open.
A clawed hand shoots out of the box, latching onto your wrist.
Your heart skips a beat from the startling attack.
The claw is attached to a ruffled cuff and a striped sleeve.
You struggle and scream, but Its grip locks you in place with no way to break free.
A massive, monochrome clown erupts from the tiny box.
Clutching both your hands with its thick, snake-like arms.
"Mmmm-my new doll," he exclaims in sinister excitement.
"Let's take these clothes off and get a closer look at you."
The clown tears through your clothes like gift wrapping.
Reducing you to a vulnerable plaything for his amusement.
You can barely keep your eyes off his long, black tongue.
It makes his jovial appearance look ravenous.
He playfully lifts you up in the air with ease.
His tight, tendril grasp raises you twelve feet from the floor.
Your genitals and ass are helplessly exposed to the clowns’ delight.
"This will make a nice meal," he proclaims, as his tongue rolls out and licks your hole.
Your toes clench in elation from his sleek and playful tasting.
The tip of his tongue undulates your tight opening.
Arousing you before plunging inside.
His slithering, pulsing slurps incite an exhilarating cry from you.
You can feel him worming his way deeper, Lapping your prostate in hunger.
A visceral orgasm bursts from your body into an elated scream.
Blood rushes to your head and puts you in a dizzying state of vertigo.
It felt as though you stepped off an intense roller coaster ride.
You wobble in a daze before being put down.
Your legs are sore from exertion.
The clown repositions you towards his crotch.
You are presented with his popsicle-like member.
It has a striped pattern that runs down its fully erect length.
His grin conveys what you already suspected.
"I made you happy," he teased.
"Now it's only fair for you to return the favor."
You take a hesitant pause before eagerly gorging on his cock.
Fuck it. You might as well.
Using your right hand, you stroke him.
The texture reminds you of a balloon.
The aroma is so strong that it stimulates your taste buds.
You flip your tongue around his verge, making him moan in satisfaction.
"That’s right… Get it nice and wet," he ordered.
An assertive claw clutches at the back of your head, plunging you further in.
Your eyes roll back and start getting teary from his overwhelming girth.
You suck harder in a buoyant tempo to his shuddering cries.
The sound of him enjoying your blowjobs turns you on.
You swallow all of him one last time before gagging.
His hand pulls you away and you let out a sharp, thankful gasp of air.
Cum dribbles down your chin and lower lip.
The clown’s arms coil around your limbs, turning you around.
With his dick coated in semen and saliva, he is ready to slip into you.
He slowly penetrates your tight entrance.
Every inch edging into you fills up to the brim.
"Love the way your ass grips my cock," he grunted.
Your insides feel like they are rearranging with every thrust.
He could split you in half if he so wished.
His imposing size thrashes you like a toy.
Completely under his mercy.
"Mmm, yesss," he murmurs.
He pounds at increasing speed until your cheeks clap in thunderous vigor.
You desperately shout that you want him to come at the same time as you.
Your pleading amuses him into a clownish cackle.
"Alright, get ready," he obliges.
Hot cum drips down your legs as he pours into you.
Your shared release trickles in streams, mixing with his seed.
You take a beat to relish him inside of you.
The warm and wet fluids clinging to your body send a gratifying flutter to your core.
After a few minutes, he tugs his penis but seems to have difficulty with the pull-out.
Your insides feel knotted like hell.
The clown stirs his pelvis, trying to pry himself out of you.
"Watch this," he exclaims.
After a few tries, he springs out his cock in a satisfying moist pop.
Covered in juices, it is now twisted into the image of two balloon dogs fucking.
"Ta-Daa!" he clamors.
END