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Exhausted.
Lan WangJi had been exhausted for a long time.
Living to the age of thirty-five while being an adult ever since he was eight was exhausting.
Adulting, he discovered, had few perks compared to the amount of responsibilities on his shoulders. Having to answer his uncle’s phone calls, having to text his brother, having to attend therapy, having to be successful at his job, having to regulate his emotions and his reactions, having to deal with late diagnoses, having to –
Sometimes he didn’t want to be himself at all.
Sometimes, all he wanted was to be the child he was never allowed to be and play with dolls.
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Lan WangJi was also a man of routine.
He woke up on that day at exactly 5:15 am, wore the same color palette, had the same breakfast he’s had for fifteen years, went to work at the same time, did the same obligations, called his uncle at lunchtime, clocked out at 5 pm, patiently waited in the 30 minutes traffic until he reached his apartment and finally, finally got home at 5:43 pm.
Sometimes, 5:38 pm. But never, ever 6:03 pm, like today.
6:03 pm was an affront.
6:03 pm was exactly the last straw that made his tightly controlled emotions unravel and drip out of his ears in the rhythm of an irritating ticking bomb.
6:04 pm and he was closing the apartment’s door, his hands shaking when he reached down to take off his shoes, mind shutting down little by little as the overwhelm of another day reached his senses.
Deep breaths, had said his therapist. Breathing in and allowing his body to calm down after a day of being high functioning was important. Breathe in and remember his shoulders needed to relax, instead of being glued to his ears.
The world around him seemed to tilt, a feeling all too familiar to someone who had never felt at home in his own skin. He could feel the beating of his heart loud in his left ear, the echoes of the day’s sounds in the right one.
He was used to the feeling of controlling his body like a puppet and in times like this, the control was threatening to abandon him, leaving him bare and raw-skinned.
And before he spilled all over the floor in a mindless, red goo made of brain matter, Lan WangJi made his way up the stairs.
He counted the number of steps that took him to the bottom of it – thirteen – and then the number of steps – twenty-one – and then turned left, counted to six and finally, he opened the door.
He turned the doorknob, pressed the password in the electronic lock, heard the happy noise it made, saw the lock turn green, and finally pushed the door open.
An emotional getaway, his therapist had said, was needed. It was important to him to have a safe space whenever his emotions felt like too much, whenever he needed the comfort to subdue the clawing hunger around his heart.
The concept had been mulled over and over in WangJi’s head for a long time.
What would be a safe space? He never had one. He enjoyed things being clean, and organized, and as white as possible. Too much materialism was bad, he had learned it when he was young. Too much clutter was bad for the mind, he heard his uncle say.
So, he had grown up in a place that was considered a safe space for many. In a house so silent and meditative that it could serve as a quiet room for anyone.
What, then, would be a safe space to someone who was used to having so little, wanting too little, desiring so little?
For WangJi’s eternal bewilderment, it was indeed a cluttered room.
A child’s toy room.
He felt the tension releasing from his shoulders slowly, his belly settling in a peaceful void.
Lan WangJi’s secret stress relief was an entire room filled with toys, including teddy bears of different sizes, about 20 plush bunnies, a toy train running around the room, a number of cabinets and shelves filled with plushies and porcelain dolls, and limited editions of sensory toys.
The room’s large window overlooked the city, but frilly pink Victorian curtains, like something from a dollhouse, hid the view.
There were at least three fluffy rugs on the floor, each of them in a different pastel color. The walls were painted in a soft yellow, in contrast to the beige walls of the rest of the apartment.
And in the middle of the room, standing perfectly still on a doll stand, was his perfect, pretty doll.
Wei Ying was his most prized possession. And, arguably, Lan WangJi’s safe space.
With the doll holder’s claws around his tiny waist, he stood with his eyes closed, extremely long and fake eyelashes resting against his excessively pink cheeks. Although he had high cheekbones, his jaw was soft and his lips were plush, painted with a glittery lipstick in a kewpie style.
“Yingying, wake up.” Lan WangJi’s throat was parched, tongue like sandpaper, and he waited with bated breath until his doll’s opened huge, expressive grey eyes and locked eyes with him. “I’ve had a bad day.”
His doll blinked, not moving. His arms were still in a somewhat crossed position in front of his body, head staring straight ahead, posed perfectly in place. His long hair was tied up in a ponytail, a large pink bow holding it together, with perfect, artificial curls cascading down his back.
Yingying wore a pretty dress in pastel tones that matched the room. The top was baby blue, with thin straps and a bodice cinched tight at his tiny waist. The skirt, in baby pink and white gingham, was splashed with playful polka dots. A comically oversized pink bow sat at his waist, its cheerfulness distracting from the skirt's short, short length, barely covering his ass.
Yingying’s long legs were covered in white, thin thigh highs ending in white Mary Jane heels buckled with ankle straps and adorned with another decorative pink bow.
WangJi closed the door behind himself, drinking in the image and breathing in and out under the watchful gaze of his doll. His trousers were growing more and more tight, in comparison with the tight grip of a panic attack loosening against his heart.
“Yingying, I am home.” His answer was a delayed blink, then the doll tilted his head to the side, blinked again, and suddenly, a wide smile was on his face.
“Maker! Welcome home! Are you happy? Yingying is so happy!” He chirped the catchphrase in a silly, high voice in response to Lan WangJi's keyword.
“I’m stressed, Yingying.”
But the doll kept smiling, grey eyes boring into WangJi in a blank stare. His arms were still in place, the skirt barely covering the top of his thighs, allowing Lan WangJi to see the silk ruffled pink panties under it.
“I’m so stressed…” The man whispered, moving from the door to one of the cabinets in the room and retrieving a small porcelain pot decorated with painted little flowers. He felt the stare of his doll on his back, but once he turned around, Wei Ying had his eyes on the door, still smiling.
The steps to reach him – seven – were exhilarating, and Lan WangJi discovered his lungs were no longer refusing air.
His doll was limited edition, a tall one. He reached Lan WangJi’s chin and had this soft, almost olive skin, giving him a healthy hue despite being, well, a doll.
WangJi had heard that dolls were usually startling pale, the whiter they were, the higher their price. Tall or brown skinned dolls were not in demand on the eastern side of the world, and they tended to be cheaper.
Yinging was not cheap, though.
Lan WangJi had to bind very high for him, exactly because he was a him.
There were very few male dolls. Usually, the ones in demand were younger, smaller, sad-faced dolls.
WangJi didn’t want a doll that could break easily, though. So when Wei Ying – Yingying – was brought on stage, all those years ago, he knew he needed him.
With his small face, but fierce eyes; his tiny waist, but tall stature; his long legs, but full ass. He was a gem and would fit perfectly in Lan WangJi’s safe space.
Yingying had been a few million yuan, but WangJi came from an old-money family and paid in cash.
Caressing his doll’s face with his knuckles, Lan WangJi marveled at the softness of his cheeks and fought the urge to kiss his smile away.
“Will Yingying help his maker?” The man whispered, leaning forward a little and bumping his forehead into his doll’s, pulling in a deep breath just to smell his sweet perfume. Wei Ying didn't flinch, for he was a highly trained doll. He didn’t even wobble on his heels when the added weight of a grown man pressed against him.
Lan WangJi’s cock was already straining against his trousers. He had half a mind to take his cock in his hand and jerk off, cumming all over his doll’s thighs like he had done countless times. But today, he was exhausted, and he just wanted to sit back and admire his pretty toys.
So he opened the porcelain pot, eyed the tiny, rectangular pieces of paper in it, took one on the tip of his index finger and commanded:
“Open your mouth.”
Immediately, full lips opened and a pink tongue lolled out, grey eyes still wide open.
Lan WangJi touched his finger on the middle of Wei Ying’s tongue and the paper immediately glued to it. He admired the vision for a bit, thinking it was cute that there was a red heart printed on it, and just then, he ordered his doll to close his mouth.
As promised by the seller, it took less than 60 seconds for the drug to hit his doll’s blood system. When it happened, Lan WangJi was close enough to watch Wei Ying’s pupils dilate, his mouth opening just a tiny bit in a breathless moan.
Lan WangJi’s belly was now an amalgamation of desire, shame, lust, and reproving thoughts.
He caressed Wei Ying’s cheek with his hand once more, and this time his doll leaned on it, lips trembling under the effect of the drug, eyes turning glassy.
“Let your maker dress you, hm?”
His answer was a confused whimper, and once Lan WangJi stepped back, his doll finally came to life.
“Maker!” He nearly shouted, arms finally getting out of position to reach out to his owner, hands clutching Lan WangJi’s shirt with desperation. WangJi looked down at him, saw he had stepped out of his stand without permission, but couldn’t bring himself to admonish him when he looked up with such dazed and drugged-out eyes.
Wei Ying was the prettiest when his mind was slipping away, when his body was fighting against the conditioning he had been trained into all 23 years of his life.
He was the prettiest when he cried and attempted to be human.
“Stay.” Lan WangJi ordered, maneuvering him back to his stand and stepping back to admire the trembling knees trying their best to keep steady on their heels. Wei Ying’s hands clutched at his skirt, and he did it with such force, Lan WangJi was given an eyeful of frilly panties trying to cover up a straining, already weeping cock.
Wei Ying was the prettiest when he was a dirty doll.
But WangJi wanted to play with him a bit before breaking him altogether.
So he walked to the closet on the side of the room, opening the door to marvel at the costumes there.
It had become an addiction, buying so many clothes and shoes for his doll. Wei Ying’s closet was packed with frilly dresses, cute headpieces, a number of lolita heels, and fluffy panties. It was important to WangJi that he had clothes to wear for every weather or occasion.
In the coldest days, Wei Ying would be dressed in cozy winter pajamas decorated with painted yellow stars. But in the hot days, even with the AC on, Lan WangJi would have him only on his ruffled panties, knee-high socks, and heavy lolita heels, his long hair in two ponytails on each side of his head.
Now, however, WangJi pulled out an undergarment set and a headpiece, fully aware they were in the middle of autumn and that Wei Ying could get cold in so few clothes.
He would not, of course, for the activities WangJi was planning would have him running hot.
A whimper from behind him caught his attention, and he turned back to see his doll bending over, trembling hands on his stomach as if he was in pain. Stepping over the still running train, WangJi reached him and patted his head, shushing his painful sobs.
“Shh, shh, maker will help you.”
And with the dextrous hands of someone who has been playing with dolls for years, Lan WangJi undressed him.
He carefully unbuttoned the dress, hands caressing Wei Ying’s shoulder and arms while pulling the straps down. When the doll’s chest was uncovered, nipples perking up against the cold, Lan WangJi couldn’t help but tease one of them with his tongue, blowing warm air against it and then biting down on the tiny bud.
Yingying cried out from above him, trembling hands trying to push the man away, but he was only rewarded with Lan WangJi pulling the dress down and letting it pool around his feet.
Now, Wei Ying’s pretty panties and white stockings were the only things covering him.
Kneeling on the floor, Lan WangJi’s mouth watered with the view. His doll’s cock was pushing against the soft, child-like panties, the wetness of his dick darkening the fabric. He was attempting to press his thighs together to relieve the tension, to no avail. His curly hair was now falling over his shoulder from the way he was hunched over, the strands teasing his left nipple.
And his face? Oh. His pretty eyes were filled with tears, his bottom lip gnawed on, his cheeks more red than pink now.
“Yingying, be good.” WangJi admonished, long fingers hooking on the doll’s panties and pulling them down in one go.
The motion caused Wei Ying’s pretty and all shaved cock to slap against his lower belly, dirtying it with pre-come. The simple stimulation seemed to be heavenly to him, pulling out a sobbing moan from his lips and making him hunch over even more. His hands sought support on Lan WangJi’s shoulders and the man couldn’t help but lend a soft kiss followed by a bite on one of the boy’s thighs.
“I said be good. I’m dressing you, and you are being naughty.” He said, and one of his hands pinched Yingying’s ass in punishment. It granted the man a yelp, the doll lifting one leg instinctively. Lan WangJi hummed appreciatively and took the opportunity to maneuver Wei Ying out of the dress and the panties.
Just so he could order Wei Ying around one more and dress him up in his chosen set.
“Raise your leg, Yingying.” Large hands branding Wei Ying’s thighs.
“Good boy, your cock is so pretty in this.” Soft breath against his cock, always teasing, never touching.
“No. You’re not allowed to touch.” A slap against his desperate hands.
“Straighten up, this is not proper posture.” A punishing squeeze on his ass.
“Arms up. So obedient. My perfect doll.” A tongue licking his ear.
When he was done, Lan WangJi took two steps back to admire his work.
His delicate doll was now dressed in a bunny lingerie set. His panties were even tighter now, the pink lace digging into his wide hips, jailing his cock against Wei Ying’s hipbones. He was dripping at this point, a cute bead of whitish cum seeping through the lace.
On his flat chest, covering his slutty nipples was a bra with two white bunny faces embroidered. His soft belly was uncovered, as were his arms. He still had his white socks and white heels, but now his curly hair was loose and cascading down his back and shoulders, a pair of white fluffy bunny ears on top of his head.
WangJi didn’t feel any urge to clean up the mascara running down his botched cheeks, not the kewpie lipstick smeared over his lips.
With an appreciative hum, Lan WangJi ignored the pained whine when he, once again, turned and ordered his doll to remain in his stand. Stepping around the room, he gathered one of the biggest teddy bears he had in one arm, then moved to the closet once more, opened some drawers and took a few things from it.
WangJi worked alone, back turned to his drugged doll, and only allowed him to see what he was doing when he had exactly what he envisioned in hand.
The satisfaction of seeing Wei Ying’s fogged eyes widen when he processed what Lan WangJi had in hand was immeasurable.
In Lan WangJi’s hand was a large, fluffy, cream collared teddy bear with a cute brown bow around its neck. Lifted in his hand, the plush dangled nearly to his knees. But what caught the doll’s attention was the strap-on attached to the bear’s hips, a mean-looking cock hanging from it.
Lan WangJi’s chest soared when he heard Yingying’s breathing grow panicky.
He moved to the side of the room, where there was a loveseat, and threw the teddy on the floor, before uncapping a bottle of lube and pouring it over the bear’s belly, dick, and legs, making a huge mess without a care in the world.
Then, WangJi threw the bottle in a tiny trash can beside the loveseat, took a bunny plushie from one of the shelves in the wall and made himself comfortable on his seat.
Finally, he ordered, large hand petting the stuffed toy in his lap:
“Yingying, fuck the teddy.”
The shudder that assaulted his doll was visible even from afar. WangJi’s golden eyes watched his drugged brain mull the words over and over again, and could practically taste the fear radiating from him.
He was usually such a soft, caring maker, and now he was being so mean! Ordering Yingying to…to be naughty with a toy was so demeaning! Wei Ying felt like crying.
But how could he disobey his master? How could he, a mere doll, have free choice? The drug had been on his system for about 20 minutes now and his dick was painfully throbbing, his fingers and face numb, his legs trembling…
The doll all but stumbled forward, leaving his stand and hopping to the corner of the room, kicking a few puzzles and building blocks around. Lan WangJi smirked when he watched the boy drop to his knees desperately, the white bunny tail on his panties finally visible.
Wei Ying was so out of it, he didn’t even notice he had tears dripping down his face. He crawled over the teddy bear, spreading his legs wide and moaning when the fur tickled his inner thighs. All the while the same word dropped from his lips, over and over again.
“Makermakermakermaker…”
Lan WangJi had such a perfect, obedient doll, that he didn’t even have to order the boy to keep his panties on. He watched, with satisfaction, when Yingying arranged himself in all fours, giving WangJi the perfect view of his bubble ass hovering above the purple dick attached to the toy.
With trembling, delicate fingers, the doll pulled his lace panties aside, the bunny tail still sitting prettily over his backbone, and sank onto the purple dick in one go, no prep needed.
The unnecessary amount of lube poured over it eased the entry, but even if there was no lube, Lan WangJi was confident his well-trained doll could do it. He had, after all, been playing with his Yingying ever since he was 16.
WangJi watched, satisfied, the way Wei Ying’s rim opened more and more while the dildo slid inside his asshole, the red ring fluttering wildly. The moment the doll’s cheek reached the leather, he was raising himself and dropping down hard.
A loud moan filled the room, followed by a long string of whines whenever he moved his hips and teased his prostate with the head of the dildo. Yingying was desperate in his drug haze. He was barely breathing, thoroughly focused on fucking himself and stretching his asshole wide.
WangJi marveled at the way his back was arched, the way the bunny ears on his head flopped wildly, the way his thighs were clenching around the teddy bear. His hair was now covering his upper body like the finest silk, gluing on his back and arms, invading his perpetually open mouth.
Glassy eyes stared straight ahead, unfocused, pupils so dilated they were bleeding and taking over his silver orbs.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Knuckles white, Wei Ying was squeezing the bear’s fur, and when he leaned a bit in search of the perfect angle to fuck himself, he discovered how good it felt to rut against the furry belly of the toy.
Lan WangJi smirked and used one hand to undo his belt and take his cock out while he watched his doll topple forward, hugging the teddy to his chest and fucking his pussy over and over while rutting against the bear’s belly.
Pussy, because Wei Ying was his doll and Lan WangJi could call his holes whatever he wanted.
Lan WangJi’s safe space was now full of moans and desperate hiccups. It was so erotic that his cock was already dripping wet, deliciously covering himself in fluids with a single pump. His baby was now grinding deeply into the dildo, fat ass circling and attempted to get it even deeper. His bunny tail was wiggling side to side and Lan WangJi didn’t think twice before reaching the bunny plush in his lap, opening the slit between its legs and sinking his cock inside.
A heavy moan – wei ying… – fell from his lips as he held the pocket pussy tightly in his hand, the toy so tiny he could feel the tip of his cock against the stuffed bunny’s neck.
And it was so tight, its ears flopping the same way Wei Ying’s were now that Lan WangJi’s was matching his doll’s movements.
Yingying was doing beautifully. His skin was glistening with sweat, his white socks coming undone and sliding down his full thighs, his shoes scrapping on the ground. Lan WangJi had to fight the urge to get up, spank his ass with his belt and then kneel down and suck his asspussy on his mouth.
Lan WangJi twitched in his desperate need to pry open Wei Ying's hole even more. He wanted to shove his hand inside. He wanted to spit inside the gaping hole. He wanted to drown Wei Ying's hole with his cum instead of the messy, wet pocket pussy in his hands.
Because Wei Ying was his perfect doll and his doll was made to be filled with his fluids at all times.
Cum spurted around his dick, the bunny toy he was fucking not big enough to keep it all inside. Its plastic insides were now drenched white, hot from the friction, filled to the brim.
His pretty Wei Ying was still rocking back and forth on the teddy bear’s cock, unable to reach fulfillment without being ordered to, being coached to, being forced and spanked into an orgasm.
His makeup was a disaster, mascara running down his neck and chest. The head of his cock was now free of the panties, flushed purple and dripping pre-cum like a faucet.
Freshly undone by orgasm, WangJi felt a pang of pity for him. He pulled the tiny bunny off his cock, tucked it back in his briefs, and without even closing his trousers, he approached the doll and knelt beside him.
Wei Ying was so out of it, he didn’t even notice the man’s presence before a hand touched his shoulders, rubbing a circle on it. The boy’s answer was a loud mewl, his eyes fluttering and barely open. Plush lips were now in a circle, spit running down his chin.
Lan WangJi cooed, so very mean.
“My doll is doing so well.”
His hand caressed Wei Ying’s arched back, lowering down and down, until his fingers played with the bunny tail on Wei Ying’s panties.
“So naughty, fucking yourself on a children’s toy. Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Maker! Maker! Master!” The doll moaned, voice high and weak and desperate, his long fringe glued to his face with sweat, the wet fur teasing his heavy balls.
“Look at the teddy’s face. He’s so happy he gets to fuck your pussy. He wanted to fuck this slutty hole all this time, as does every other toy in here.” WangJi whispered against Wei Ying’s temple, teeth biting the boy’s flushed cheeks, golden eyes getting even darker.
He ignored the loud wail he received in response, ignored the way Wei Ying’s hips twitched, a tail-tale sigh of him reaching his peak.
“Here, I’ll be nice and let you fuck this bunny for once.” Bringing over the bunny toy he filled with come, WangJi had no qualms about pushing Wei Ying’s panties down, freeing his cock only to wrap the toy around it.
Wei Ying shuddered and toppled forward, body all but collapsing while his hips thrusted wildly into the bunny pocket pussy filled with his master’s warm come. He was so desperate to finish, he wasn’t even fucking himself anymore, the purple dick just keeping him open and filled while he focused on cumming.
Lan WangJi hummed, kissing his sweating temple once more, inhaling his sweat, tasting the sex and the drug in it. He left the bunny in Wei Ying’s care and moved behind his doll, eyes fixated on the hole spasming around the dildo.
An intense desire immediately overcame his senses and he took his dick out once more, short hair falling over his face and covering the wicked, perverted mind he was hiding all along. His voice was very soft when he spoke, Yingying barely making sense of it because, suddenly, there was a thumb making its way inside his asshole and pulling at it.
“But you can’t come without my dick pissing in your pussy, can you?”
Lan WangJi simply stretched Wei Ying’s rim more, enough so he could watch the purple dildo disappearing inside his intestinal walls. With his free hand, he took his cock out and leaned into position, resting his cock over the dildo but never entering the doll.
It took – one, two, three, four, five – five seconds until the warm, yellowish stream of piss shot out of his dick and made its way into Wei Ying’s asshole.
“I’m going to use your cunt until you can’t close it anymore…until you become my toilet, my doll, my wife.”
The moment the boy felt the warm liquid slouch inside his hole, he all but screamed and his butt clenched, hips driving forward while he spilled his come. Filling the bunny plushie until it was about to burst, his thighs squished the teddy bear beneath his body, a bit of its fur between his teeth to muffle his sounds.
WangJi signed, shoulders relaxing, mind clearing, body unlocking all the stress from the day just from pissing inside his cute doll.
The sound of filling Yingying’s ass was loud, liquid pouring in and in, and at some point, it was streaming down the boy’s legs, soaking his thighs in yellow and dirtying the teddy bear.
From WangJi’s point of view, his doll was a sight to behold: chest down, laying on a cream colored teddy bear, head tucked in its neck and long dark hair raining upon him and the plushies; ass up, bunny panties to the size to allow a purple dildo to spare him open, fluttering hole dripping a constant stream of piss; back arched, the dimples on his back accentuated, the movement of his shuddering breaths visible.
In the background, the toy train whistles, finally coming to the end of its journey in a little red station in the corner of the room. When it made it, it honked twice, the sound of fake whooping and clapping coming from the toy platform.
Lan WangJi breathed deeply, feeling energized.
He had to agree with his therapist, as there was nothing like feeding his neglected inner child after a long, stressful day.