Arthur has made some bad decisions in his life, but ultimately this is not the same thing as regretting those decisions. He has a successful, thriving business. The price, perhaps, is more steep than most would be willing to pay; but by this point Arthur has come to accept it. The terms he signed up for are the terms he signed up for, and he will not argue with them.
It is, however, difficult to get away with. Even in his mascot suit, there’s only so often he can roam around the floor of the arcade and seek out victims for his lust without someone noticing his behavior, or one of the children ratting him out. Which is why he begins to formulate his plan.
The plan is simple: he needs a permanent outlet. It’s not enough to seek out individual children, picking them off like a hawk preying upon young sparrows. He needs someone on which to sate his lust regularly, that he need not risk detection from by sending them back to their parents.
Choosing the victims for his plan is a long and arduous process. Arthur sits in the backstage security room and observes the children who visit over the course of each day, his cock in his hand as he watches them obsessively. His mouth waters and his dick weeps for want of their young bodies. He comes over and over again as he spies on them, more turned on than if he was watching pornography. He watches them eat pizza. He watches them play in the climbing area. He watches them challenge each other to games. He watches them cheer for the Max Mavericks on stage. He memorizes each and every face and looks for patterns, picking out his favorite likely candidates from the other side of the screen and compiling notes on his observations.
Zachary: white, shoulder-length black hair, quiet, always sporting a serious expression. His parents bring him to Arcadia Acres whenever they don’t have time for him. Only one ever comes with him at a time, and they generally spend the majority of the time he’s there on their cell phone. On the rare occasion that the two parents meet, they spend the time continuously arguing with one another. He’s seen Zachary left entirely on his own for hours while one of his parents works in the dining area. He can easily be interacted with without supervision.
Daniel: black, short-cropped hair, usually wearing a striped shirt. Excitable and enthusiastic. Always shows up on his own, generally after normal school hours. Rarely has the money to play many games, but loves to watch others do so. Loves watching the animatronic band play, and makes a point of going over to them every time there’s a performance. Arthur has not once seen him with an adult of any kind.
Monty: short for Montgomery, perhaps? White, short tousled brown hair, desperate for attention. His parents usually drop him off and then leave, coming back to get him later. Sometimes he gets picked up by a nanny or some other variety of caretaker. He seems to have plenty of money, and loves to play competitive games with high-score tables. He is constantly bragging, showboating for those around him in an attempt to get them to watch him, interact with him in some way.
Ben: Latino, possibly. Arthur’s not sure. Slightly darker skin tone, shoulder-length dark hair similar to Zachary’s. Sullen, generally, with a tendency to lash out if anyone spends too much time paying attention to him. Often looks like he’s on the verge of tears. His situation is a bit more of a wildcard than the others; he’s shown up with a variety of adults and older teens, some of whom watch him carefully and some of whom pay little to no attention at all. He never seems happy to see any of them. And yet, Arthur can see that the boy is clever. Creative. When he shows interest in something, he seems bright and focused, picking it up quickly.
These are the boys Arthur has focused on. He has been very careful to avoid interacting with them sexually up to this point. Instead, he has focused on other children. One-shots, as he thinks of them; disposable. Children that can be lured to the back room for a quick sodomizing and then returned before anyone is the wiser. Those children are rarely the same twice. But these four... these four are for his long term plans.
On a chilly autumn day roughly two months after he’s started fucking the children at his arcade, Arthur finally makes his move. He starts with invitations, carefully worded, decorated and embossed to appear extremely official. In his guise as the arcade’s mascot, Max Jack, Arthur approaches each of the children and slips the note to them covertly.
It contains a date and time, and a warning to keep the meeting a secret. “You’ve been chosen for a chance to win the ultimate prize,” the invitation promises, “if you’re willing to brave the challenges of the after-hours game.” It tells them to arrive at ten PM sharp on an upcoming Friday night. It tells them to come alone.
He manages to get all four invitations out before the appointed date. He leaves the store unlocked on the chosen night, turns off all the lights except the spotlight on the stage, and waits.
The boys arrive one by one. Daniel is first, followed shortly by Ben. The two of them eye each other nervously, but the door opens for them as promised and they follow the conspicuous spotlights to the audience area in front of the main stage.
“What do you think this game is?” Daniel asks. Arthur has set up audio microphones explicitly so he can hear the boys from the security room. Ben shrugs, saying nothing, his usual sullen self.
The other two boys arrive several minutes later. Monty is last. Once he is seated, Arthur sneaks around the outside of the arcade and locks the front door, sealing them all inside. He puts the key on a chain around his neck; he has no pockets available since he will be naked inside the mascot costume he is wearing.
With the venue now trapping his victims inside, Arthur makes his way back in through the side door, locking that behind him as well. He returns to the security room and checks all his preparations, as though he has not already checked them a dozen times that day. Then he approaches the microphone for the PA system and switches it on.
He blinks at the video feed. He had intended to be a disembodied voice, but somehow the animatronic leader of the Max Mavericks, Max Jackrabbit, has appeared on stage in the spotlight. It’s not time for the band’s performance, so Arthur is unsure of how the robot got there. Is it part of his strange programming to appear when Arthur turns on the PA? He hasn’t done so before... Arthur shakes off his trepidation and speaks into the microphone.
“Hello you lucky few,” he says, voice cheerful and full of enthusiasm. “I’m Max Jack! Welcome to the Arcadia Acres after-hours challenge spectacular! Tonight will be a night full of intrigue and games! Whoever gets the most points wins the grand prize, so be sure to do your best, okay? To start with, we’re going to play some Hide and Seek! Whoever stays hidden the longest gets the most points, so be sure to pick a good spot. On my signal, find the best hiding place in the arcade that you can! You’ll have three minutes! Ready? Aaaaaand: go!”
He watches on the camera as the boys split and run in opposite directions. He flips on some blaring overhead music from the Max Mavericks and waits. The surveillance throughout the arcade makes it easy enough to see where each boy goes. He keeps an eye on all of them, making a note of each boy’s chosen hiding place and watching the time tick by on the wall.
Something catches his eye on one of the monitors: movement on one of the screens that none of the boys have gone to. He looks more closely. It’s the other animatronic animals backstage, the four remaining ones standing in a neat row ready for the next time they’ll be called on to perform. He tries to spot where the movement came from, but sees nothing; just the glassy eyes of the robots staring straight ahead. Maybe a moth or some other bug passed through what little light comes in through the windows out to the street? He shakes his head and puts it out of his mind. He has more important things to focus on.
After the requisite three minutes, Arthur makes his way out of the back room and into the arcade proper. He tiptoes among the machines as quietly as he can in the mascot costume. He has chosen the order of the boys carefully, based on their locations; the first two are not within sight of each other and, thanks to the music he has turned on, out of hearing range as well.
First he goes to the climbing area: it’s a large, multi-story space full of colorful soft architecture, swinging ropes, and a deep ball pit. The arcade is lit only by indirect light from the distant stage and the soft street lights from outside; the atmosphere is dim and ominous. Monty has chosen probably the most obvious hiding place in the arcade, burying himself in the colorful plastic balls of the play area. Arthur passes under the plastic tarp that covers the entrance to the space and makes his way to the pall bit.
He wades in amidst the plastic spheres and reaches in, quickly grabbing Monty by the back of his shirt and hauling him up. “Found you!” he announces cheerfully in his best Max Jackrabbit voice. The boy looks around for anyone else and then looks disappointed to find himself the first child reached.
“I’m afraid you were found first,” Arthur confirms. “However, you have a chance for some bonus points if you want to try and improve your score! What do you say? Are you game?”
Monty nods warily. “Sure, I guess.”
“You got it!” Arthur enthuses. “Here’s the challenge: I’m going to give you a set time limit to see how many of these ball pit balls you can fit up your butt!”
Monty scowls. “That’s impossible! They’re way too big to fit in a butt!” The balls are, after all, roughly the size of a man’s fist.
“I promise you they’re not!” says Arthur cheerfully. From behind his back he produces a bottle of lube that he brought with him. “I have some jelly here designed to help them go in way easier. Just slick them right up and start pushing! I can help you out, if you’d like! But you’d better hurry: time starts now!”
As predicted, the pressure of a time limit pushes past Monty’s skepticism and he immediately pulls down his pants. He grabs one of the balls from the pit and gestures for Arthur to hand him the lube.
Arthur does so, but not before squirting a generous amount into one of his own hands. “Let me help you get ready,” he says sweetly, before reaching for the boy’s bottom.
The mascot costumes for Arcadia Acres were originally designed to allow musical performers inside to play live instruments. As such, the costume only covers the back of the hand, attached to the wearer by an elastic strap that goes across the palm between the thumb and other fingers. As such, it leaves Arthur easy access to slide two slick fingers right up Monty’s ass. The boy gasps and drops the plastic ball he’s holding, scrambling to pick it back up with his slippery hands.
Arthur wastes no time, plunging his fingers in and out of Monty’s hole with great enthusiasm. He rams the boy hard before adding a third, and then a fourth. He hears the boy crying out and gasping as he tries to cope with the strange sensations.
Finally, the boy reaches behind him, holding up one of the round plastic spheres from the ball pit. “I can’t reach,” he grits out. “It’s all coated. Can you do it?”
“Perfect,” says Arthur. He takes the ball in one hand, removing the other from the boy’s tight passage. With a sick grin he places the ball at the entrance to the boy’s behind and begins to push.
It really is too big to reasonably fit. Luckily for Arthur, he is not reasonable. He shoves, hard, forcing it further and further, stretching the boy’s hole as wide open as it will go. The plastic deforms slightly under the pressure, but eventually it does start to slip inside. Arthur jams it forward as hard as he can and watches as the boy’s ass reluctantly stretches around it, gulping it in until it disappears inside him.
“Next?” he prompts, reaching forward. Monty had apparently been distracted enough by what was happening to him that he had failed to prepare another, so he hurriedly begins to lube up a second sphere.
They force a second plastic ball up his ass, then a third. By the fourth it’s starting to look like it won’t fit no matter how persistent Arthur’s effort; Monty’s ass is as stuffed as if he had a grown man fisting him up to the elbow. It’s a magnificent sight. He manages to force most of the last ball inside the boy, but only just barely; he can still see a bit of the curved green surface through the stretched-open ring of muscle.
“Great job!” Arthur congratulates him. “Time’s up!” He pulls up Monty’s pants and underwear for him, not allowing him to take the balls back out. “Now, follow me! I’ll take you to a place where you can wait while I find the others.”
He starts to lead Monty out of the play area, but the boy is so stuffed full he can hardly move. Amused, Arthur relents and picks him up, carrying the youth’s gorged body with him to the back room.
He has cleared out an old broom closet expressly for this purpose, throwing in a couple of beanbag chairs so the boys will be comfortable. Arthur deposits Monty there and closes the door behind him, locking it and heading off with a grin to find the others.
Ben is second, hiding behind a counter just off of the eating area. Arthur is rock-hard when he finds the boy, and starting to become impatient. He can feel himself salivating.
“Gotcha!” he says to Ben as he rounds the corner of the counter. “You’re second to be found! Want a chance to earn some bonus points to stay in the running?”
Ben looks just as wary as Monty had. “...Depends. What do I have to do?” he asks.
“Your challenge is... da da da da!” He holds up a black blindfold. “A blindfolded taste test! If you can guess what you’re tasting, you win points! You ready?”
Ben shifts uncomfortably, but after a moment says, “...Sure, I guess,” and gamely submits to Arthur tying the blindfold around his eyes. Arthur fastens it tight, ensuring the boy cannot see.
“Okay,” he says, “open your mouth and get ready, here comes your first taste!”
Ben obediently opens his mouth. Arthur roots around behind the counter and finds the first thing he can come up with; a ketchup packet. He reaches down inside the mascot suit and maneuvers until he can stick his dick out through the flap in the front. Then he rips open the ketchup packet and squirts its contents impatiently onto his painfully hard length.
“Here we go!” he warns Ben before shoving his cock into the boy’s open mouth.
Ben, predictably, chokes as Arthur’s member slides down his throat. Arthur grabs his hair to hold him steady and starts to thrust into the warm cavern, delighted. It’s all he can do not to come immediately, feeling Ben’s muscles spasm as they contract around his cock.
But, of course, he has a “game” to play. He gives only a handful of thrusts before drawing his spit-slick dick back out of the boy’s mouth. A little rivulet of saliva drips down the boy’s chin from the corner of his mouth. “Well?” Arthur asks.
The boy coughs for a few moments. When he finally speaks, his voice is slightly hoarse. “...Ketchup?” he asks uncertainly.
“That’s right!” says Arthur, beaming. “Now for round two!”
He takes a brief moment to search for other foods behind the kitchen counter. Eventually he manages to locate a small tub of instant hot cocoa powder. With a smirk he peels the lid off and sticks his dick directly into it. His wet member is quickly coated in the substance, and he turns back to Ben to force it once more inside the boy.
If Ben is any more prepared to take his cock the second time compared to the first, it doesn’t show. He still chokes as Arthur’s sizeable prick slides once again down his throat, resuming its thrusts.
Arthur leaves it a little longer this time, unable to help himself as he revels in the bliss of fucking the boy’s face. It’s all he can do to pull away a second time; he’s so close to coming he can hardly stand it. He finally manages to wrench his cock out of the boy’s mouth, breathing hard. “How’s that one?” he pants.
“Chocolate,” the boy says. His tone of voice sounds like he’s about to cry.
“Close enough,” Arthur enthuses. “It was hot cocoa! Okay, last one!” He doesn’t even bother with food this time, instead just shoving his cock immediately back into the boy’s open mouth. He feels Ben attempt to swallow around the invader. Surely he must be about to ascend to heaven, he thinks; the sensation is rapturous.
He thrusts and thrusts and this time doesn’t hold back, pounding the boy’s face as hard as he can until he comes helplessly down the boy’s throat, his balls twitching as they transfer their seed to this new receptacle. The boy splutters and tries to draw back, but Arthur holds his head steady in place until he’s finished pouring the entire load of semen into him.
When he draws out he swiftly tucks his now flaccid cock back into his costume, as though it had never been there.
“Well?” he prompts Ben.
Ben shakes his head. Arthur can see the edges of the blindfold damp with his tears.
“You really don’t have any guess at all?” Arthur teases.
“...Pickle?” Ben guesses eventually, his voice rough.
Arthur laughs and unties the blindfold. “Let’s get you to the waiting room,” he says, and leads Ben to the room where he’d left Monty.
Monty, when they arrive, hurriedly pulls up his pants; it looks like he’s been trying to remove the plastic balls from his ass. Arthur can see one of them discarded in the corner, although there’s no sign of the others. Presumably they’re still nestled comfortably inside him. He wonders idly if the boy will keep trying while he has company. He’ll find out eventually either way; the room is also subject to the ubiquitous gaze of the video cameras.
Locking the two boys together in the closet, Arthur goes to seek out the last two “contestants.”
These boys may prove somewhat more tricky, as they have chosen to hide near to each other. He’s unlikely to be unable to molest one without tipping off the other. Arthur will have to be a little more creative with his approach this time.
He heads over to the game cabinet section of the arcade, finds a place directly between the two boys and claps his hands together. “Well well, what have we here! It looks like it’s a tie! Boys, I see you both! Zach, you’re curled up by the foot pedals inside Super-Speed Racers and Danny, you’re over there behind the Gotta Dance 4 machine! Come on out now...”
Both boys reluctantly climb out of their hiding spots and come to stand next to each other, looking at one another skeptically.
“Looks like we’re going to need a tie-breaker!” Arthur says cheerfully. “I know just the game, too!” He pauses to make sure he has both their attention. “It’s a test of courage! I’m going to try to scare you, and whoever makes a sound first loses, got it?”
The boys nod. Arthur holds up a hand. “It can be even the faintest noise though, so to be sure whether or not you’ve made a sound, we’re going to have to use something more sensitive than your ears, okay? Now, take off your pants and underwear.”
Daniel starts to obey immediately, but Zachary looks skeptical. As both Arthur and a half-naked Daniel stare at him expectantly, however, he gives in and complies.
“Now, lie down on the floor next to each other. Danny, you point your head towards me and Zach, you point your head away from me.” He kneels down to help maneuver them into place. “That’s right, just like that. Now, the penis is one of the most sensitive parts of the body. I want you to put your mouths on each other’s penises. That way, if one of you makes a sound, the other will definitely feel it immediately, and you can raise your hand to show that your opponent lost. You gotta be honest though, okay? I’m putting my trust in you! Now, whenever you’re both ready, I’ll start the courage test.”
Daniel, eager little thing that he is, immediately reaches forward and places his mouth around Zachary’s young member. Arthur smirks to himself as Zachary immediately stiffens, eyes going wide. After a moment’s hesitation, he tentatively leans forward and follows suit, allowing Daniel’s member to slip past his own lips.
“That’s it!” Arthur encourages. “Now let the test of courage begin!”
He crouches over the boys and begins to touch their bodies. First he simply caresses them lightly, tickling at the exposed smalls of their backs and running fingertips along the edges of their ribs. Then he gets a little more bold, lightly teasing his fingers against each boy’s anus, pushing up against them with steadily increasing pressure.
Finally, he retrieves the lube he has stashed nearby and puts some on his fingers. With a sick grin, he rams two fingers each abruptly into both boys’ assholes.
He hears both boys cry out, and sees both of their hands raise up. Arthur chuckles. “Well now. Looks like it’s still a tie. We’ll have to keep going. Do your best to remain silent from here on...”
He proceeds to finger the boys thoroughly as they continue to hold each other’s cocks in their mouths, squelching his fingers in and out and in and out, widening the boys’ passages. He adores the way their faces scrunch up to try to keep quiet, and pushes his fingers in as deep as he can to see if he can break them. Surprisingly, both seem to be doing a fairly decent job of staying silent. He ups the ante by sticking a third finger into each one.
“Wow, I’m impressed!” he says as the boys continue not to make a peep. “I can see you’re both very brave! Well then, time for the ultimate test!”
He removes his fingers from the boys and grabs them, manhandling them into a new position where Zachary is on his back with Daniel lying on top of him, still fellating one another. He crouches behind Daniel, looming over the pair of them. “Now, let’s see how you handle this!” he says eagerly.
He pushes his cock out through the hole in his costume once more and begins to press the head slowly into Daniel’s ass. As he does so, he reaches forward to the other side of the conjoined boys and starts to push two fingers from each hand into Zachary’s hole. Slowly, steadily, he penetrates the boys from both ends, sinking deeper and deeper inside them.
Once again, both boys raise their hands as neither can help the cry that escapes them and rattles down the other’s cock. “I guess we’ll just have to keep going,” Arthur laughs, and begins to thrust.
As he fucks the two boys in tandem, thrusting hands and cock as deep into their respective asses as he can over and over, he wonders if they’re getting hard in each others’ mouths. He doesn’t know if they’re old enough for that yet, how much experience they’ve had pleasuring themselves. If anything was going to do it though, surely this would be it? He imagines the tiny phalluses stiffening up, filling the boys’ mouths and starting to choke them, helplessly pleasured by the stimulation of their partner’s tongue.
The mental image of the two young boys simultaneously coming into each other’s mouths is entirely too much for him. He can’t hold back any longer and fucks a last two balls-deep thrusts into Daniel’s ass and starts to come.
He feels the boy’s rectum spasm around him as he pours his seed into the youth, vision practically blacking out in the process. He yanks his hands out of Zachary’s anus in order to plant them on either side of the impaled pair, steadying himself. He can feel the two boys writhing helplessly underneath him, but he pays them no heed.
Gasping with pleasure, Arthur sits back slightly, waiting for the word to come back into focus.
As he does so, however, he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Zachary has managed to worm his way out from underneath Daniel, and is reaching for him...
Too late, Arthur realizes that the chain around his neck that holds the key to the arcade has somehow slipped through the crack between his costume’s head and torso. The key dangles in the artificial fur of the suit perfectly out in the open, just in time for Zachary to make a grab for it.
The boy’s fist closes around the key and he yanks, tearing the chain from around Arthur’s neck. Arthur’s eyes widen as the boy, still sans pants and underwear, makes a break for the door.
“Wait, fu- hold on-” he tries to say desperately as the boy takes off. Arthur swears quietly to himself and tries desperately to rise from his knees. He’s not the most maneuverable in the large mascot costume, and at any rate he has to stop to yank his softening cock out of Daniel and scoop the boy up; he can’t very well go chasing one boy only to lose another. By the time he’s managed to stand up and grab the dazed youth under one arm, Zachary is already most of the way to the exit. Arthur stumbles after him. “Get back here!” he shouts.
There’s no way he’s going to be fast enough. If the boy gets to the door and unlocks it, Arthur will lose him and the jig will be up. His plans are crumbling before his eyes. There’s no way he’ll be able to get away with-
There’s someone by the door. Their form is shrouded in darkness, backlit from the lights outside. Arthur’s steps slow, and he blinks. Who...?
As Zachary makes it to the front door and reaches forward with the key, the strange shadowy figure reaches out with startling speed and grabs him, lifting him up and holding him against their torso facing outward, arms wrapped tightly around the struggling figure.
“Ah, no! Let me go!” Arthur hears Zachary yell. “What’re you- no- ah- aaaaaah!”
Arthur finally gets close enough to make out the details of the figure and stops, gasping in shock.
The strange individual holding Zachary is none other than the animatronic guitarist, Ronny Radrat. Its glassy eyes gleam dully in the low light. It doesn’t appear to be moving; it simply holds the struggling Zachary in place with its unrelenting metal grip. It looks exactly the same as it does when it is turned off, except that somehow it’s here, in front of the exit, having apparently acted entirely of its own accord.
Arthur stares at the tableau in horror. As the shock finally begins to wear off, he takes a few steps forward to examine the machine, and notices a detail he missed earlier.
The machine is not just holding Zachary in place. There’s some kind of hatch that has opened in the robot’s soft outer covering, right where the crotch would be. A strange metal cylinder extends from the hatch at an upward angle. Arthur can’t exactly see all the details of the full shape and size of it, because whatever this metal cylinder is, it is currently embedded in Zachary’s ass.
Arthur’s jaw drops open. In his arms, Daniel begins to regain his senses and squirm. He’ll be trying to get away as well, soon. Arthur’s going to have to proceed to the end of this little escapade now, whether he wants to or not. He licks his lips.
“Can you... can you hear me, Ronny?” he asks, feeling foolish for talking to a machine.
But to his surprise and alarm, the animatronic animal’s eyes begin to glow, as though it was just switched on. It turns its head to stare directly at Arthur, moving no other part of its body. Its gaze is somehow even more disconcerting like this.
“Uh-” His voice comes out hoarse and he clears his throat. “Ronny, if you’d be so kind, will you please help me escort these boys to the back room?” he asks, figuring it’s best to err on the side of politeness.
The mechanical rat does not make any gesture of acknowledgement, but begins to walk towards the back room as instructed. Its... whatever it has in place of a phallus—remains embedded in Zachary as it moves. Arthur stares after it and then hurries to catch up.
When they reach the back room door and Arthur opens it hastily for Ronny, he’s met with an even more astonishing sight.
Three of the other animatronics are standing along the wall of the back room, eyes dark and glassy. The only one missing is Max Jackrabbit himself. Each character’s arms are raised, as though waiting for something to be handed to them. Each one has a hatch similar to Ronny’s over their crotch, with their own metal cylinder protruding up from it. Finally, Arthur is able to get a good look at the strange attachments.
They are not quite penis-shaped, though they are as wide around and as long as the biggest cocks Arthur has seen on porn stars. At the tip they are rounded, a little half-bubble dome that looks like it was attached to the rest of the cylinder with little metal rivets all the way around. A rather... textural element for insertion, Arthur thinks.
He jumps out of the way, startled, as he feels Ronny Radrat unexpectedly brush past him. He observes the machine warily as it walks forwards towards its brethren. When it reaches the far wall it turns around and stops, placing itself in line with the others, staring at him. Arthur gulps. Looking now at its position relative to the others, it seems obvious what they intend for him to do.
“Shelton,” Arthur says aloud, and the second animatronic, Shelton the Tortoise, comes to life, its eyes powering up with a yellow glow. In his arms, Daniel is starting to struggle in earnest now. Arthur steps forward and hands the boy to the mechanical turtle, placing him in the machine’s outstretched hands.
Shelton immediately fastens onto Daniel, pulling him backwards and impaling the boy’s nether entrance on the spike of its metal phallus. Like Ronny, it immediately wraps its arms around the boy’s waist, keeping him pinned in place with his arms trapped at his sides. Daniel cries out as the sizeable metal rod slides up into his recently-pounded hole and comes to rest inside him.
Arthur gulps. He wastes no time moving to the broom closet, retrieving Ben from confinement and closing the door again on Monty. He hurries to strip the startled boy of his lower clothing, and hastily sticks a still-lubed pair of fingers up the boy’s ass.
“Hey wh- what are you doing?!” the boy screeches, immediately starting to struggle.
“Trust me,” Arthur tells him, “you’ll be grateful in a moment. He smears the lube around the boy’s hole as thoroughly as he can before yanking the digits back and handing him to the third in line, Teddy Libearacci. “Teddy, this one’s yours,” he says. The animatronic bear’s eyes light up and it accepts Arthur’s gift, repeating the actions of its bandmates. This time Arthur watches closely as the metal rod slides slowly but unstoppably up Ben’s barely-prepared backside, reveling in the way the youth’s puckered muscle is forced wide to accommodate the intruder. His hole distends around the invading penetration as it pushes its way inside.
Pleased, Arthur opens the closet door again and retrieves the last boy, a very confused Monty.
“Sorry for the wait, Arthur says cheerfully. “Hey, let’s get those balls out, hm?”
He grabs up the startled boy and throws him unceremoniously down on the floor of the back room. He pauses just a moment to re-lube his hand and returns just as Monty gets his bearings enough to spot his impaled companions and go still with shock.
“This will just take a moment,” Arthur promises. Grabbing both of the boy’s arms, he twists them behind his back and forces him down onto his knees, with his torso flush against the floor and his rear end in the air. With his remaining hand, the lubed one, Arthur pulls down the boy’s pants and underwear and, in front of all the other struggling youths, unceremoniously shoves his entire arm into the boy’s rectum.
Monty screams as Arthur roots around in his passage, grabbing the first of the plastic balls and pulling it out. He drops it on the floor and goes back for the second, once again impaling the boy on his fist and forearm, up to the elbow. The balls have gotten pretty deep in. After retrieving the second, he has to reach quite far for the third. He feels the boy’s ass clenching and spasming around his arm as it stretches far beyond its intended capacity.
Finally, Arthur pulls the last of the plastic spheres from the boy. “See?” he says, patting the sobbing child’s rear end cheerfully. “That wasn’t so bad. Now, Buzzy Fuzz, I believe this last one is for you.”
He hands the boy over to the last of the animatronics as it lights up: the cheerfully yellow and black bumble-bee. Like the others, it grabs up the proffered child and turns him around, pulling him back onto the spear of its metal cock. This one goes in quickly, sliding up Monty’s distended ass with little trouble.
With the four boys lined up and impaled on the four animatronic animals, a strange thing happens. As soon as Arthur steps back, there is a whirring of gears and machinery starting up, and the robotic performers begin to perform.
Their mouths open and shut rhythmically as one the band’s many songs pours from the speakers inside their heads. Arthur looks up, startled, as Max Jackrabbit’s voice starts to emanate from the arcade’s overhead speakers.
As they sing, the four animatronics also begin to fuck the boys in their arms. With their iron grips holding the boys at their waists, the mechanical animals’ hips begin to piston back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, ramming the large metal phalluses into the boys over and over. The movement is... well, it’s machine-like. Arthur watches with an almost religious feeling of awe as the Arcadia Acres band proceeds to relentlessly dick down each of his chosen victims.
Arthur’s mouth waters. He allows his own cock to poke out through the hole in his costume, incredibly turned on as he watches the boys effectively strapped into fucking machines. He strokes himself idly, feeling the unnatural lust of his bargain gripping him tighter than ever before. The strange magic of it has routinely given him stamina far surpassing his previous sexual encounters, but for this... oh, for this...
He starts by stroking himself to completion, simply surrendering himself to the lustful image of these robots raping a line of such adorable boys. The animatronics finish their song and immediately launch into another, their metal hips showing no signs of slowing or relenting. Arthur knows there are hundreds of songs in their repertoire.
Next, Arthur goes down the line one by one and bends each boy’s torso forward, forcing them to fellate him as they are fucked. With their arms pinned by their sides, there’s nothing they can do to stop him as he forces their heads down onto his dick. The movement of the mechanical thrusts behind them creates a rhythm that forces them forward onto his cock again and again, slamming his meat down each of their throats. One by one he comes in their respective mouths, forcing them to swallow his semen. His inhuman stamina shows no sign of flagging; as soon as he’s done with one he’s able to step to the side and start on the next, plunging his cock into their mouths anew.
Only after coming in each of the boys does his lust finally start to feel like it’s abating. Arthur slumps, exhausted, into the chair by the security desk. Even as he does so, the current song finally ends and all of the animatronics suddenly go dark. Their eyes fade and their motion ceases as they still, although their artificial phalluses remain embedded in each of their victims.
Arthur claps his hands together, and then opens them wide towards the exhausted, weeping boys.
“I’m so happy to announce that it’s a four-way tie!” Arthur tells them cheerfully. “You all win! And the prize—you’re gonna love this—the prize is that you get to come live here with me, in my basement! Where you can keep playing with me and the rest of the Max Mavericks for the rest of your lives! Doesn’t that sound great?” He claps his hands together. “I promise, you’re gonna just love it.”