“Too small… Dammit!” Cherubino cursed, tossing the wind-up key aside where it landed with a heavy, metallic clank amidst half a dozen of its brethren.
It had to be here somewhere, he thought. He was certain he had seen the Master put the key in this lockbox among all the other wind-up keys. But he had been in such a state last time that the boy had not bothered to notice what the blasted thing even looked like.
He slumped a pouting face down into the palms of his hands and sighed loudly. There had to be a hundred of those things in there and he had only begun to scratch the surface. Well, no matter. The Master was out for the afternoon and he had nothing better to do with his time.
Cherubino peered momentarily over the lip of the lockbox before grabbing the nearest of the keys.
Bending over and thrusting his rear into the air the boy fumbled with the awkwardly large, golden shaft as he attempted to find his keyhole. Almost, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and shoving.
While some of the other keys had been much too large and stretched him wide, it was only a momentary discomfort before his body adjusted back to its original form. This key was no exception for, in spite of his forceful attempt, it did not sit snugly inside him. Why the hell did that man own so many of these stupid things?!
Cherubino stuck out his lower lip in frustration before jerking the wind-up key out. It came free with a wet, sucking sound and the boy quivered in spite of himself.
Again he returned to the box and selected another key. This one was gold with a few numbers etched into the handle in the Master’s familiar script. Once more he assumed the position and eased the key in between his legs. It slid in almost seamlessly, grazing the sides just enough to make him whimper and groan needily. Finally a familiar clicking sound rang out as the key latched itself in place.
“Ooooh yes.” He gleefully giggled. It was awkward going but he managed to reach behind himself and force the key in one full turn. Cherubino was hard immediately and shaking with over-stimulation.
“No cumming for a week, sir? I think not!” He cackled and set about turning the key again.
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Yay! What a marathon >_> I can’t believe how long this beast took to produce. But it was worth it. And screw you, background, you get no color!




