Part 5
Sometime later…
Izayoi shuddered awake. His instincts alerted him to the fact that something was very wrong, but it took another moment for his mind to register that he was in fact, not in his bed.
The bed he distinctly recalled climbing into after making it to the end of that lousy film about—
⌠Wait? What's going on here?⌡
Izayoi attempted to lift his arm, but discovered that he couldn't.
Next he fidgeted around but his wrists and ankles were…bound to something? He couldn't see anything either. There was something pressing on his eyes and blocking his vision.
⌠A blindfold?⌡
Izayoi quickly realized from the way his body was positioned that he was bent over what he assumed was a desk or table of some kind. His head was lying face-down on what felt like a pillow while his ass hung up in the air. His arms were pulled above his head while his ankles were bound to the table's legs. That left him partly standing as the edge dug into his waist. He wanted to call out but something else, hard and plastic, was lodged in his mouth.
The only noise he could make were muffled cries. Not only that but a strange pressure on his chest also made it hard to breathe. It was being crushed up into him by the table. Only after almost a minute of struggling against the restraints did Izayoi realize that he wasn't wearing any clothes.
*Thud!
He heard something move behind him.
Izayoi called out again but the only noise he could make was 'mmmh mmmhhh'.
*Smack!
Izayoi felt a sharp stinging pain across his butt, causing him to cry out again. "Mmh! Chuhymhhhh!"
"Oh you like that, don't you?" He gasped at the voice speaking. It belonged to a man, but no one he recognized. Still though, he could feel the attacker stalking him from behind.
⌠What the hell is going on?⌡
*Smack!
Izayoi reeled from the hit and cried out again, desperate to tell whoever this was to stop.
There was something else too, both a familiar and alien presence at the same time. A warm, buzzing sensation rolled over his body, the feeling emanating from between his legs. Izayoi likened it to getting an erection but this was different. The heat down there intensified with every second that passed. Before he could investigate further, another very wrong something snaked between his legs. Izayoi's eyes lids fluttered underneath the blindfold as he panicked at another hand trailing along his backside and down, also coming to a rest between his legs. A finger tippy-toed against his crotch. It only lasted a moment before he felt it…inside him.
Only it wasn't in his ass!
"Mmmmmhhh!"
Izayoi protested against this intrusion. But then, in a moment of clarity, a complete calmness enveloped him.
This must've been a dream. It had to be. It was the only thing that made any sort of sense. One moment he'd been asleep in bed and the next he was bound to a table—and a woman!
That explained the pressure on his chest.
Those were tits he was feeling pressed up against the table.
Big tits by the feel of them! Izayoi tried to work out why he was having a sex dream about being in a woman's body…especially one that was being dominated by a man but he was quickly snapped out of the procrastination by the stranger withdrawing his finger from what must've been his pussy.
Something else began rubbing up against him. Against his wet cunt.
⌠Feels like a cock!!!⌡
The stranger worked his tool up and down a couple of times while Izayoi's body squirmed against the sensation. He couldn't believe how wet he was. His pussy was leaking with anticipation…and other things. This stranger's member continued to press against his new vagina.
"Ready babe? Time for the main course."
⌠Main course? Wait, surely he doesn't mean…⌡
Whoever this was, reached between Izayoi's thighs, yanking them apart and exposing his never-before-used virgin pussy to the elements.
*Clasp!
The stranger grabbed my ass cheeks and before Izayoi could protest.
"Mmmmmmh! Mmhhhhmhhh!"
In one, smooth motion, he the stranger pushed his entire length inside. Izayoi panicked at the sudden sensation of being stretched out but the sound soon turned to a moan of pleasure as the man paused to appreciate how deep he buried his cock.
"There we go. Holy shit! You're really tight tonight." The stranger slowly withdrew his member from Izayoi's pussy before rubbing the leftover juices on his butt cheeks. Izayoi wanted nothing more than to protest, but his voice had lost all confidence the exact moment the stranger pushed into him again, hilting himself in his new pussy.
He let out another gasp. Izayoi had never felt anything remotely like this before. The stranger finally settled into a steady rhythm of smooth yet powerful thrusts. Izayoi felt this cock plunge in and out of him while the stranger's balls slapped against his dream body. His breasts jutted with every thrust.
And each thrust dragged his face along the surface of the table. Just a little bit at a time. Izayoi tasted his own saliva leaking out of his open mouth as his breasts pressed uncomfortably into the table.
The stranger's thrusts built in speed, making him gasp and call out faster and more frenzied than the last time he felt being pulled out of. Izayoi's legs were spread so wide that he couldn't do anything but feel the pump of this meaty member in and out of him.
In and out.
Faster and faster.
The further in the stranger pushed, the tighter it got. Izayoi's body stiffened when he felt stranger stroking his cock back inside with firm pumps. Before long the starnger was leaning forward, pressing part of his body on top of Izayoi's and reaching out to squeeze his jutting breasts. All the while pounding his pussy, burying himself as deep as he can inside him.
Izayoi struggled for breath through the gag in his mouth. His ragged moans continued to build, sounding more like enjoyment as his new body's sex was pumped into faster and faster.
This time, the stranger went all the way.
Maximum penetration!
"Hyaah, aah, ooh, uuuh."
Izayoi experienced repulsion by this dream body and its behavior to receiving a cock from another man. This weirdly great sensation that was growing inside of him.
It was all wrong.
It was wrong that he getting used to this dream.
It was wrong that, for some reason, he didn't mind having sex with a man.
It was wrong that he felt like surrendering his body to this intense pleasure.
It was very wrong that he was moaning accordingly as the stranger repeatedly pushed back in his alien cunt.
Speaking of the stranger, picked up the pace.
Izayoi chalked it up to dream logic, but he wanted the stranger to go even deeper into him. Stretch him out completely. He wanted him to go deeper into this body. Deeper than he had ever buried himself inside a woman. Izayoi didn't know how much time had passed since he first felt this intruder inside him, but by now, after so many pleasurable pumps, his mind no longer thought about anything except the intensity building in his pussy.
The man spanked his ass again, causing a jolt of pain and pleasure to shoot up Izayoi's spine. His dream body seemed to like the sensation of being spanked. His new hips automatically buckled against the man pounding him, trying to meet their thrusts and make every thrust last longer and feel better than the last.
The pleasure that was once only contained in his crotch suddenly spread throughout Izayoi's entire being, expanding from down there, up his stomach and into every nerve in his body until the orgasm was ready to take him.
"Aah, aaah, ah!" His body bucked and spasmed and Izayoi cried out despite the gag. The orgasm hit really hard, starting from his toes and crashing over his whole body. His muffled cries did little to truthfully convey the most intense and pleasurable orgasm Izayoi had ever experienced. It dwarfed the sensation of finally cumming with a dick in hand or lodged up some girl's pussy.
"Haah… kuh… oooh…" Was all he managed to say as his body became wracked with lascivious satisfaction. The sensation soon became too much to bare before—
Izayoi sat up straight, his heart beating in his throat.
He was in his bed.
In his room.
His body was drenched in sweat.
Even stranger than that was how achingly hard his cock felt in his pants boxer. Izayoi reached down and found it had already escaped its prison through the hole in the front of his shorts.
⌠I need a cold shower.⌡
Ever since the fallout with Akiza, he'd been feeling really perverted.
Almost uncontrollably so.
And this dream certainly didn't help matters.
Still though.
It felt so real.