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“Gosh, where could they be at this time??? We only have two minutes until rehearsal starts.” Freddie questions himself, frustrated at the absence of the two stars of the one and only “iCarly”. The next 10 minutes weren’t any better. He had repeatedly called Carly and Sam several times via his pearphone, call after call, every time ending on voicemail. “They better have a really good excuse for why they’re late this time.” Fredward mutters to himself, irritated at Carly and Sam’s tardiness.
Freddie, being bored and hopeless that the two girls will ever answer him, walks around the studio. Observing the space he had been filming at least once a week for the past few years. The car that always has been behind Carly and Sam in every single webcast, the television where fans from across the country became featured on the webshow, though one particular item enticed him.
“Hm, what’s this?” Freddie says as he curiously picks up a familiar object next to the car display. “Oh? Sam’s remote?” He confirms. He observes the blue remote, analyzing the buttons that were used for all sorts of events on iCarly. Whether it would be random dancing, cheering someone, humiliating him. Suddenly, he reminisces about those shirtless European swimsuit models from the iCarly rewards. Such an old memory, yet he remembers it so vividly. As if it was just yesterday those hot studs were just standing there at Carly Shay’s apartment. He remembers wanting to ride them so badly. The first time he ever felt attracted to men.
Freddie’s face starts to blush. The thought of fucking those models started to entertain him. He became so horny and promiscuous, he’d fuck anything at this point. He could feel his cock becoming harder than ever, the precum leaking out of him in his pants was even overstimulating him.
“Ugh~” He grunts as he rolls his eyes out of the imaginary pleasure any muscle man would’ve given him. “God I need to fuck something”.
Fantasizing about the hot european models he met in the past, he felt like he deserved much more than just jerking off. Something that he could play around with, instead of just using his sole body to meet his raunchy needs.
He proceeds to look at Sam’s remote.
Freddie already looked red from how excruciatingly horny he was. He quickly steps up onto the platform near the window. He drops onto the ground, laying on his back. Taking his shoes off and setting them aside. Sweatily pulling his pants off with his dick springing back and slapping his stomach as soon as his pants were off.
He takes a good look at Sam’s remote. “I am so sorry Sam.” He lifts his legs upwards, then spreads his legs trying to open up his tight asshole. He takes the remote, and shoves it vertically right inside him. “Oh fuck~” he moans as he feels it sliding inside him. He proceeded to stroke it inside him. “Ugh~ yes~ that’s the spot”. Fredward became hornier with every stroke he performed on himself with that remote. “Oh man, I wish those models could come back”. A remote that Sam Puckett would probably never use again. Whimpering on the floor, Freddie starts stroking the foreign object inside himself faster.
“Ohhhhhh my God~” His voice weakens as he is way too focused on how his oddly shaped dildo was hitting that good spot of his in the best way possible.
“Could’ve been here to fuck my ass” He claims.
At this point, Freddie was already pushing and pulling Sam’s remote inside his ass at the fastest way possible. “Ngh Ngh Nnnnnngh~ Harder please~” Panting and drooling like the nasty slutty dog he is. He was already panting profusely, feeling it rub inside him. Yet that was far from enough. Freddie takes a brief break from his riding session. He gets up from the ground to sit up, kneeling on the floor, proceeding to grab the remote and place it between his feet. Continuing, he rides that remote like the cowboy whore he is, taking his shirt off and throwing it across the room as his bubbly butt smashes onto the technological device. “Ah~ Ah! Fuck me!” he wails as he imagines the remote being an actual dick he could ride. He drools at the thought of having some European stud’s dick being inside him. Missing them, he strokes his cock slowly. Edging himself so he could fuck himself longer.
From time to time, he tended to switch positions while playing with his new toy. Switching from missionary, to doggy style, and back to being a slutty cowboy in a cyclical motion. His precum spreads all over the place as he edges himself constantly with such a piece of metal up his ass. His saliva drips all over the floor as he drools while twisting and pushing the piece of technology inside him in every way possible.
Over time, Freddie finds himself riding his remote again. As he rides his red, sweaty body as if the horse has gone mad, he jerks off his cock, already overstimulating himself with memories of hot european male studs and the pleasure of Sam’s remote fucking him. “Oh man how I wish this could never end” Freddie supplicates. He speeds up both stroking his hard ass cock and riding his toy. As much as he wanted to edge, he knew it was time. “Ah~ here it co-comes!!” he cries as he cums a huge load all over the iCarly studio floor. His white stuff even shooting as far as onto his shirt that was pushed away earlier.
From exhaustion of his pleasure, Freddie collapses on the spot, still having Sam’s remote up his ass.
Carly and Sam are heard conversing to each other while on the way to the studio.
“Hey Freddie sorry we’re lat-” Carly apologizes as she walks through the studio door, yet interrupted by the image of the scene Freddie left behind. “OH MY GOD WHAT FUCK FREDDIE WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR CLOTHES???”.
Carly Shay escapes the room, traumatized.
Sam Puckett sees Freddie Benson’s naked body, and notices something even more disturbing.
“IS THAT MY REMOTE???”
iCarly went on hiatus for 2 months straight. No one but the team knew why. Freddie had to buy a new remote for Sam, and in return she “gifted” him an 8-inch long dildo.