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Tied down to the table, Bendy squirmed in the Keepers’ grasps. He didn’t know why he was there, or what they’d do, but all he knew is he wanted out. He was astonished to be as vulnerable as he is now, if not worse due to his small form, otherwise he would already be long gone. His insides were churning in pure anger from being restricted once again.
“WILSONS O-O-ORDERSS.. YOU ARE LUCKY THIS- WILL NOT BE PAINFUL.” One of the Keepers rang out in the enclosed room. They were all just a but different. Different shapes, different sizes but most of all, some of them had visible pupils within the glass on their head, making it uncomfortably obvious when one was staring.
Bendy didn’t know what they meant half the time due to their broken speech, but he questioned what their version of ‘painful’ was. Feeling his limbs get secured one by one, prohibiting any sort of movement made him anxious, though he did note when they hoisted his legs up. Connected by a thick rope, looped onto the ceiling and downwards, allowing him to rest his leg despite it being vertical. Next thing he knew, there was the sound of fabric ripping, or was it slicing? That’s when he noticed the gush of cold hair hit his pelvic area, immediately causing him to lift his upper body to look at what was happening. Oh. He understood well now. The Keeper glanced up at him, not moving its head but staring damn well through his soul, moving his hand to the inner thighs of the much more cuter Ink Demon, spreading them and allowing more access. Bendy’s eyes shot open, face suddenly darkening a deeper shade of orange and yellow.
“WE ARE TO T-T-TEST “BENDY’S” NEW BODY. TO SSSEE IF ADRENALINE WILL - RELEASE THE I-INK DEMON.” Keeper muttered out as another hit ‘stop’ on a recorder. Another click in the room sounded. Bendy was unable to talk, for a reason he did not know, but he was well aware he could still speak through the ink. Inside their minds. Though the question stands, would they listen to him?
“What are you doing?” He called out, keeping a firm gaze on the Keeper in-between his legs. They seemed caught off guard for just a moment, starting blankly at the toon.
“DID YOU NOT H-HEAR ME? WE ARE TESTING YOU.”
Bendy squinted his eyes before having them shoot back open. His genitalia was finally revealed. A slender tentacle like cock, below it, a slit. The Keeper took a mental note of it before applying some sort of ring around the demon’s shaft, the metal softly but firmly squeezing it. Bendy squirmed in discomfort, but curious nonetheless. Next came a hand on him, stroking him making his tail and hips twitch. His face softened ever so slightly. The Keeper grabbed its neck zipper, pulling it down just a tad. Bendy couldn’t see in it, but he definitely saw the long gooey tendril slip out of it. Said tongue wrapped around the Ink Demon, stroking and lubricating it. Bendy tossed his head back, his chest heaving.
No one has ever touched him like this, it was exhilarating. Unusual. Good.
The tongue did not stay, but the hand replaced it and pumped him. It did travel further down though, immediately pressing inside him. It made his legs shake a little, having never being touched down there by another being and barely himself.
The tongue pumped in and out, getting deeper with every push. Saliva dripping down the crevice and slowly but surely pooling on the table. Eventually, it hit a spot that made Bendy arch his back just so slightly, the Keeper immediately noticed this and kept pushing that area. With the hand pumping him and the tongue writhing inside of him, his hips kept stuttering upwards, feeling the need of release but it felt somehow so far away. Making him desperate for more.
He wouldn’t dare to start begging though, he would never forgive himself for it, so instead he stood quiet. His heartbeat increased as another Keeper went to his side, looking directly at him. This one was shorter, no pupil but definitely thicker. Their hand raised to his head, massaging his horns causing shivers to ripple up his spine. The tongue in him slid out, instinctively pushing his hips outward to claim the lost touch. He was greeted by another hand, fingers to be more exact entering him, curling. The hand on his shaft grew quicker, two fingers pressing deep inside him and rubbing his walls. He now refused to move his head as he enjoyed the soft touches to his horns, closing an eye due to the pleasure. He felt right there to release as dark inky pre-cum dripped from his sleek tentacock.
Suddenly all touch was removed. He could feel his own pulse in the lower parts of his genitals. The Keeper pressed record on a tape.
“A-A-ALTHOUGH CLOSE TO EJACULATION, BENDY HAS NOT BEEN PHYSICALLY A-A-ALTERED AS OF YET. TESTS WILL CONTIN - UE.”
Bendy could feel his high wearing down, only creating an awful neediness he never thought he’d feel. It was a minute or two of having off all contact, his hips thrusting into absolutely nothing for the hope of anything touching him. And eventually, it returned at full force. Hand pumping quickly, three fingers being inserted and almost violently moving inside and his favorite, the horn rubs returning. The sound of wet squelching, faint whimpers and heavy breathing filled the room.
Bendy has never been this aroused from what he recalls, it was always faint and quickly over with. It was almost addicting to chase this feeling. His hips were in rhythm with the Keepers’ hands, his eyes were shut tightly, his face and body were burning with need. He could feel that meter quickly being filled and the constant leaking of liquids from inside him was driving him to his ending point. Though it was halted. A simple metal ring stopped him. Drool poured down from his chin, staring dead into the eye of the Keeper who was responsible. It must’ve been his expression that told the Keeper all he needed, resulting in the ring being taken off. Immediately the demons back arched high, eyes shut as he finally released. The touching stopped, with each new wave his hips stuttered and his tail was shivering. It felt like inside him was expanding, just a bit. The restraints held him, though inside was burning, a painful burn that made him tear up just the slightest. It must’ve been a lot, as once he was done, he slumped back onto the table heaving and grasping for air.
His stomach felt cold and he knew he definitely made a mess of the place. His insides cooled and he felt vulnerable, small again. He knew his body wanted to shift, to transform, but luckily for him it was all internal. All they knew was that they just entertained the Ink Demon for a solid half hour and learned nothing.
They were doing the devil’s bidding without realizing it.