The Experiment - Part 3 - 14 (Patreon)

I paused a moment to savor the sensation. The statue held its position, perfectly still, a figure of unmoving stone. Finally I started to pump my cock back and forth through its petrified fingers, back and forth, faster and faster as my pleasure grew. I reached down and grabbed one upraised stone forearm with my right hand, using it as leverage as my thrusts got more and more powerful. If I hadn't added the plywood square as a base for this statue, I'd be rocking the whole thing up and down against the floor. I threw back my head and started groaning and gasping aloud. Finally I couldn't hold on any longer and with one final hard thrust of my cock through the statue's stone fingers I exploded in orgasm.

My cum shot all over Kevin's stone face, wet ropy splashes of whiteness across his petrified features. I spurted over and over, spraying carelessly all over his cheeks, forehead, and chin. One stream of cum lay across both of his cheeks and fell into his open mouth, and another crossed both of his blank stone eyes. Kevin was frozen in stone, helpless to move or react, his mouth and eyes permanently wide open. The sight of his granite face fixed in that eternal expression of orgasm, but now splattered and criss-crossed with my cum, was almost enough to make me blast him again. I sagged forward, panting, using his forearm and his other upraised fist to support myself. My cock drooled a bit more cum, which dripped slowly off his curled palm and streaked down his arm.

I pulled out of the statue's fist and staggered backward to collapse into the office chair where Chris had sucked Kevin off earlier, before I'd turned them both into statues. I let my eyes wander over the living sculpture as sweat dried on my skin and cum dried on his face. My cock slowly hardened and lengthened again as I drank in the sight of Kevin's stone body frozen in solid grey stone as my own personal fuck statue. Soon I was pumping my hand up and down my shaft again, my nipples getting hard and my arms getting goosebumps as I got aroused all over again.

I walked back over to Kevin's statue and this time stood directly in front of him, jacking myself off with my cock hanging right in front of his stony face. His eyes continued to stare fixedly and his expression was unchanged as I worked my cock harder and faster.

This was so hot, I thought, having Kevin frozen like this. Turned to stone, unable to move, a living statue… just an object for me to look at and enjoy, touch any way that I wanted, to use and violate any way that I wished.

My mind thought back over the events of the day and the trio of living statues, men frozen in the midst of sex, that were now silent decorations in my home. Thinking about how our statue fantasies had come true, I realized I was about to cum again. Quickly, I stepped even closer to Kevin, again straddling his face. I stood up on my toes slightly and aimed my cock downward into his open mouth. My balls dangled against his chin, the sculpted tufts of his neat goatee tickling and caressing my scrotum. It took just a few seconds more work before I jetted another blast of cum, this time a forceful stream into his stone mouth. The cum splashed inside, coating the unmoving pebbly curve of his petrified tongue, spattering against his stone teeth, and dribbling out of the corner of his frozen mouth, onto his stone goatee.

I stepped back, letting a last few droplets land on his broad stone pecs -- one happened to land exactly on the grey pebble of his left nipple, where it immediately formed a wet white stalactite hanging from the petrified peak. On a sudden impulse, I wiped it up onto my index finger and spread it across the blank grey orb of his left eye. He couldn't move his head, mouth a protest, or even blink his eye as I spread it evenly across the smooth surface.

"You're just a piece of artwork now, Kev," I told him. "And a frozen fuck toy."

I patted him on the muscular curve of his granite shoulder, and laughed.

"I guess you're literally a sex object!"