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Ken was working on a song with the other Ken’s in barbie land when two of them kissed his cheeks and he laughed. Wilford, who just got back from the real world and was coming to pick Ken up to go home, saw this and something in his stomach dropped. Ken noticed that Willford had just arrived, and saw that something was wrong but he had no idea what it was. After he and the other ken’s had finished making the dance for the song, Ken walked over to Willford with a happy look on his face, not realizing what was wrong with his boyfriend and went on explaining how fun making that dance was.
Willford just stood there nodding and pretending to listen while biting his tongue trying not to say something bad about the other Ken’s knowing that anything he said would be a death threat to everyone else there. Willford grabbed Ken's hand and led him to his Pink glittery volks wagon beetle with a little disco ball keychain on the rearview mirror. Ken sat in the passenger seat and Willford drove because he couldn’t trust Ken to drive for the life of him. When they got back home Willford turned off the car and he and Ken walked inside the house. The second they got into the (very eccentric) house Wilford took Ken and threw him over his shoulder.
“Wilford! What are you-?” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Wilford gently tossed him onto the bed and kissed him passionately. Wilford wrapped his left arm around Ken’s waist to pull him closer while the other hand reached up to gently tug at Ken’s hair. Ken let out a soft whimper. He and Wilford had sex a few other times but this time felt different, like he was being owned and claimed. When Wilford pulled back to breathe that’s when Ken took the chance to ask. “What’s wrong?”
“They kissed you.” Oh okay. That's what this was about
“It was part of the choreo-”
“Doesn’t matter. They touched what was mine.” Those words sent shivers down his spine. Wilford kissed him again this time with more hunger. His hand went from his waist to his ass and squeezed. Ken whined. Full on whined. The hand that was in his hair went under his shirt trying to take it off. Ken let it happen. Their lips separated for a minute and then reunited once the shirt was on the ground. After all the times the two had made love Ken was actually pretty good with his human body, it was like he was born human. After the many, many, times Wilford had to show him basic human anatomy. Next the pants came off, then the boxers till Ken was completely exposed.
“Wilford- please-” He was cut off by a bite where his shoulder and neck meet. His cock jumped at the pain that quickly faded into pleasure. He stifled a moan. “I need to see you- wil pleassse!” He choked out.
“Are you gonna be good?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good boy. Now be a doll and hang still.” Wilford reached behind him and got into the bedside drawer. Wilford pulled back as something jingled in his hand. “Close your eyes darling.” Ken did so and felt something wrap around his neck. “Open.” When he opened his eyes Wilford turned Ken’s head to the mirror on the wall opposite the bed. There was a pink glittery collar around his throat. There was a small bell on the front. Wilford gently grabbed Ken’s chin and made him turn his head back to look at him. They shared another passionate kiss.
Suddenly Ken was kneeling on the floor while Wilford dug around in the drawer again. This time pulling out pink fluffy handcuffs and rope. Ken would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for what was coming. He let Wilford cuff his hands behind his back. The rope was apparently for later. Will sat on the edge of the bed and started to undo his belt while gazing into Ken’s eyes. He was planning something other than just this. He pulled his dick out and it was already hard and leaking. Something not unlike hunger overtook Ken. Wilford pulled the man closer with one hand while holding his cock in the other.
“Are you gonna be good?”
“Yes! Yes I’ll be good!” Ken nodded desperately. So much that the bell jingled with every movement. Wilford smiled and guided Ken’s mouth to take the head of his cock. Ken swirled his tongue around the tip and moaned at the taste. Wilford grabbed Ken’s hair and let go of his cock to brace himself against the mattress. Ken took even more into his mouth and hollowed out his cheeks. Wilford groaned and threw his head back as he held Ken’s head in place.
Ken eagerly took the rest of Wilford into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks out. Wilford groaned as Ken’s tongue slowly licked the vein on the underside and then went back to swirling around the head.
“Do you…want me to come in your mouth?” Wilford asked through stifled moans and groans. Though he wasn’t really asking, it was a warning. Ken still moaned in response. He could feel Wilford’s body tense and his hand grip harder, it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so good. Wilford spilled into Ken’s mouth.
Ken pulled off with a satisfied smirk on his face but Wilford was still salty about earlier so they absolutely weren’t done here.
Wilford unlocked only one of the handcuffs only to relock them with Ken’s hand in front instead of behind. Wilford lifted Ken onto the bed. He laid him down and Ken could see something burning in his eyes. Something intense yet loving. Ken’s head was near the foot of the bed and could hang off if he moved further down. Wilford, finally, took off his clothes. First the pink silk shirt, then the yellow pants, then the boxers with Ken’s face all over.
Ken had no clue how far Wilford was going to push his body tonight but honestly it was the hottest thing.
Wilford pulled one of Ken’s legs over his shoulder and drizzled some lube, where did he get that, onto his fingers. He leaned over and kissed Ken as he pushed one in and moved it in and out. He added another one after a minute and started scissoring the two. Ken whimpered and whined as Wilford used the other hand to pump his dick.
“W-wil! Please- I n-need-!” Ken begged as Wilford pushed in a third finger.
“Are you sure doll?”
“Y-yes! Please!” The grin that washed over Wilford’s face was both terrifying and incredibly hot. He pulled his fingers out, pulled his other hand back, and leaned back to get Ken’s other leg over his shoulder. He poured lube onto his cock, again where did he get it, and bushed the tip against Ken who whined in response.
He slowly pushed in and had to hold Ken back from moving too much. Once he was fully seated he looked at Ken’s face. He was flushed and looked like he was about to beg for Wilford to move. Just how Wilford wanted. He reached behind him without breaking eye contact and in his hand was a leash. He attached it to Ken’s collar. He pulled it gently as a test and Ken tried rocking his hips but it failed due to Wilford holding him in place.
Ken felt it when Wilford started to move. He tried to move his hips to match the pace but failed as his legs were being held on Wilford’s shoulders. The leash tugged on his collar and made sure he didn’t move any closer to the edge and Wilford picked up the pace. Wilford hoisted his legs up a bit higher and hit that one spot that made Ken see stars. Ken let his head fall back. When his vision focused enough, he could see the reflection of Wiford fucking him in the mirror on the wall. His own face is one of pleasure.
Wilford looked in the mirror as well and made eye contact with the pretty blue eyes. It drove him harder. It reminded him of those two men that had touched what was his.
“Your mine.” The words fell out so naturally. “They don’t get to touch you, kiss you, hold you. That’s my job.” He hit Ken’s prostate over and over again, he could see tears forming and getting ready to fall from those baby blue eyes. This man, this doll, was all his. Those eyes were his to look into, this body was his to touch, to hold, that face was his to kiss. All his. If anyone was to threaten that then they would have to go.
Ken couldn’t even form words without sobbing or moaning. His eyes rolled back and his body started to tense up.
“W-wil~! I-i’m so c-close~!”
“I know doll, come on. You know you can. Be a good doll and cum for me.” Those words and the thrusts to his prostate sent him over the edge. His back arched and shook as stars exploded behind his eyes. Wilford didn’t stop, he continued to fuck him through his orgasm till he himself came. Ken’s legs fell to the mattress as Wilford let go of the leash and slowly pulled out. Leaving Ken feeling empty and clenching around nothing. Wilford leaned down to lick the cum off of Ken’s body and he reached up and unlocked the cuffs.
“Strawberries. You taste like strawberries.” Ken chuckled at that. Wilford licked his body up and down. Chest and thighs. Stomach and neck. It felt amazing. He pulled Ken up to sit in his lap and buried his face in Ken’s neck. He gave two small licks to his neck as a warning before biting down. Hard. Hard enough to bleed.
Ken would have screamed but instead what came out was a choked moan. He let go and licked the area again.
“You smell so good, doll. Like a cake that needs to be eaten.” He bit down again. When he pulled back his mouth was covered in the blood that was spreading around Ken’s neck. He wasn’t even bleeding that much, Wilford just spread it around so much. And yet it felt so good. He put his hand to Ken’s neck and scooped up some of the blood. He then reached down and stroked his cock. Spreading the blood around. He used the other hand to guide Ken to lift his hips to hover over his already hard dick. Wilford spread the blood around and then took his hand and guided Ken to sit. The blood mixed with cum made it easier to push in.
Wilford moaned softly and Ken whimpered as he sat down fully. Wilford grabbed the leash again as Ken started to move up and down, using Wilford’s shoulders as leverage. He pulled the leash to force Ken into a new angle that hit his prostate. This time, they weren’t stopping till Ken was covered in Wilford’s scent, covered in his love.
He guided his doll up and down and even started moving his hips to meet Ken’s for a faster pace that was sure to keep his doll submissive and needy.
“Who is allowed to kiss you?”
“Y-you~!”
“Who’s are you?”
“YouR’s! I’m YOur’s~!” Ken whimpered as his body started trembling even more. Wilford had never pushed for a second orgasm like this, two was the max but Ken had a feeling they were going to surpass that by a mile.
And boy was he right.
Ken came even harder the second time. Wilford didn’t even give him time to gather himself before flipping him onto his stomach and starting to thrust again. Dang, Ken getting kissed must have really set him off. But this felt too good. Wilford didn’t stop, he pulled the leash to keep Ken aware and his back arched.
1- no 2 more orgasms like that. Ken’s body could barely keep up. Wilford turned him over.
“One more? Please baby? Just one more and then we can be done.” He knew Ken could never say no. And he was right, Ken nodded and Wilford wrapped one of his hands around Ken’s throat and slightly cut off his air flow as he started to slowly thrust this time. Ken wrapped his legs around Wilford’s waist to keep himself grounded.
Ken came at least 3 more times. It was one but it felt like three. Wilford fucked him through this orgasm too. He let go of Ken’s neck and buried his face in the crook of Ken’s neck as he gently pulled out.
The two of them rearranged themselves into a cuddling position to catch their breaths. Ken was slowly coming back to his senses and began questioning.
“Want to talk about it?” He asked.
“Sure… I guess after doing all that I should be open about why.”
“Alright, go ahead.”
“I-I guess that I just wanted you all to myself and I know that you're loyal and you would never cheat on me or anything. But still after seeing those two guys kiss you, I just felt kinda jealous and wished that it were me in their position. I’m sorry love.”
“Wil you know that it was part of the choriography if you were uncomfortable with it you could've asked me to change it.”
“I know. But you seemed so happy about the dance and I couldn't bring myself to ask you to change it.”
“Well I’m glad that you told me how you felt. And for the record I barely see those guys as more than friends. I will never love anyone other than you Wil.”
“Thanks kenny boy. Now you head off to bed. I have to run a few errands and then I’ll be home.”
“Alright. Be safe. Most people don’t know how to drive. Especially old women. They're scary.”
“I will. Goodnight.”
Wilford got in his car and drove off to Barbieland where Artist Ken, and stereotypical Ken lived. Once he had arrived he grabbed his knife from behind the backseat which had been bedazzled by him and Ken a few weeks ago. He hid it in his pants. He opened the door and stepped inside going to their shared bedroom. Because they were gay and slept together. When he got to their room he opened their door and found them fucking each other. Wilford cleared his throat to announce his presence.
“Lovely show boys, really lovely show. But I think it's time you both kissed my sexy glittery boyfriend. For the last time.”
He pulled out his knife and walked over to the guys and threw the knife at one of them purposefully missing and hitting the head board. The knife split the wood in half. Artist Ken tries to get away while Stereotypical Ken rushes out of bed.
“Oh that simply won’t do.” Wilford grabbed Artist Ken by the hair and the knife from the headboard. He dragged the knife across his throat before stabbing it into his plastic heart as the ken looked up at his boyfriend who was paralyzed with fear.
Wilford licked the blood(?) off of his knife and tilted his head to the side.
“My Ken’s is better.”
And then he gets off the bed and grabs Stereotypical Ken by the throat to stop him making a sound. He drags the blood stained knife down his chest and drives it into his stomach. He lets the Ken fall to the ground to clutch at the wound(?) and then plunges the knife into the ken’s forehead.
“See you at hell's disco party bitches.”
He heads home to Ken humming “Space is so cool” on his way back to the house where his boyfriend, soon to be husband, slept peacefully.