luvjoi ◾ ◾ I think its Bad!fic month here....

This is my first MST and I know LadyH recently did a MST of this fic but I wanted to go ahead and do my own version. I mean no disrespect to the author of this fic,

(Somewhere in a hotel room, somewhere in the world)

Critic: You can’t fucking lock me up in a room! I got a panel to go to!
Ask That Guy: Yes I can and you’re not leaving until you review that fic I set up on the computer in there.
Critic: *relunclantly* Fine! At least get someone else to suffer the pain with me!
Ask That Guy: That I will do.

(Few minutes later Ask That Guy opens the door and shoves Chris Kirkpatrick in the room)

Chris: What the fuck! Let me out you crazy psycho! *tries to open to the door*
Critic: No use, he locked it.
Chris: So who are you?
Critic: I’m the Nostalgia Critic, I remember it so you don’t have to! Who the fuck are you?
Chris: I’m Chris Kirkpatrick, formerly a member of NSYNC..
Critic: Ahh, that sissy, pansy boyband with the million of fangirls?
Chris: *deadpan* That’s the one, now shut up. So why the hell are we here?
Critic: To review a fanfic. *goes to open the file on the computer which in turn was hooked to the TV, before walking over to see what it is*
Both: Oh crap!
Chris: Well lets hope its not as bad as Beer Enema (beat) or Human Farm *they both shudder*
Critic: Don’t get your hopes up high.
Chris: So where is this fic found
Critic: TGWTG Kink Meme

There was a quick squirt of cold lube up my hole and then an even colder
plug was stuck slightly in. I had seen what was going to be used on me, a
six inch solid metal plug that opened out twice to a breadth I'd never get

Chris: *pretending to write on a notepad* So this is what, number 3,325,254 of ways to torture the Critic?
Critic: What’s with everyone thinking I’m only good for fap fodder?
Chris: *looks at Critic* I dunno, perhapes it’s cause you’re such a cute and adorable woobie?
Critic: Oh shut up

my fingers round and then back down to a very narrow shaft on a small oval
plate. What I'd not been ready for was how cold it felt or how quickly it
was forced in my ass to the first stop.

Chris: I remember a similar incident involving JC, Justin and banana's
Critic: *looks at Chris questionably* I don’t even want to know!

For the brief moment the plug had been in my view I'd not taken much
attention to the fact there was another stop to go. My hole had not been
violated since the previous weekend

Chris: *mockingly as Critic* Oh my god! I can’t believe I’m getting fucked for the thousandth time!
Critic: *confused* So I willingly get violated every weekend?
Chris: Looks that way, yes
Critic: I hate this fic already

and so there had been time for it to recover somewhat, not to mention the plug was not only very cold but also very solid. I couldn't help but gasp.

Chris: *as Critic, in a high pitched voice* Oh dear! I’m in trouble again! Whatever shall I do?
Critic: Shut up

'Who told you to make any noise?' someone asked, 'Here comes the rest!'

Chris: ERROR ALERT! ERROR ALERT! *imitates police siren* This is the Grammar Police! Open up and come out with your hands up!

That time I yelped and my body spasmed on the table. 'Can't have him
thrashing around. Someone strap his body down.'

Chris: Hehehehe pussy
Critic: Oh shut up pretty boy

While pair of hands played with my strapped cock and balls whilst twisting
and turning the plug to get full deep access some others passed and
fastened a pair of straps across my back and waist leaving me fully
fastened to the table at a right angle, my legs still just on the floor, my
cock and balls dangling free, my ass available to one and all and my head
just falling over the far edge.

Critic: Do you get the feeling you’ve seen this before
Chris: *looking up from his Game Boy* Huh? You say something?

'Can I hurt him?'

Chris: *smiles creepily* Yes, yes you may...here's an axe
Critic: *glares at Chris while scooting away from him* You need help

'That's what he's here for. Just no blood and no perm damage,' replied
Daddies voice.

Critic: *confused* Are you sure this is the right Ask That Guy? Maybe its a different character named Ask That Guy or...
Chris: ….Freaky Four me?
Critic: *confused*
Chris: AU fic where I was shapeshifter
Critic: Ahh

I heard a buckle being undone just by my ear and the sound of a belt being drawn through waist hoops. ' Here you are. Use this.'

Chris: *as Ask That Guy* ..even though this axe and butcher knife here would do a much better job!
Critic: You fucking need therapy!

'You fuckin' bastard!' I thought I'd said under my breath but daddy heard
me.

Chris: You fucking bastard! How dare you trapped me in another bad!fic
Critic: How bad was Human Farm though?
Chris: Let’s say if it was a person...Beer Enema would be related.
Critic: That bad...crap I need a beer

'Definitely. If you think you can call me names like that, think again, I'm
going to make sure you get real hurt and used tonight boy.' came his reply.

Critic: Like all the other times Ask That Guy fucked me over!....*signs* Seriously is there a fucking universe where I’m safe from the torture lovefest?
Chris: *faces Critic and smiles happily* There is and it’s called the ForeignVerse!
Critic: Is that the one where I’m from...umm...crap I forgot!
Chris: *being creepily happy* It was South Africa!
Critic: Have you been taking smiling lessons from HVGN?
Chris: *as he went back to facing the screen* Two weeks

At some signal the hands that had been running over my body, slapping at my
ass and pulling on my balls were all removed and someone swung daddies
belt down across my backside with considerable force.

*Critic and Chris immediately covered their you know whats as they cringed*

Crack! It hurt. I yelled. Crack! And again Crack! My ass stung as I
tried unsuccessfully against the straps. Tears were already rolling down my
face to the delight of some pervert close enough to lick them from my
cheeks as they fell.

Critic: What is with everyone making me as big of a pussy as they possible can?
Chris: Of course it’ll fucking hurt moron! *whacks Critic on the butt*
Critic: Owww...What the hell was that for!
Chris: Wanted to prove my point.

'Hey! Keep the noise down a bit will you. They'll hear in the street.'
There was a pause. 'Hmm! Nice red ass. Pity I'm on the door tonight.
Stick something in his mouth will you. Just keep it down a bit.'

Critic: *all coy like* I screamed much louder than that before. One time Benzaie called and told me to shut the fuck up.
Chris: *laughs*

'I'll stick this in,' came another voice, 'problem is I've seen his teeth
snap when he gets belted.'

That's curable,' came Daddies voice, 'open wide boy.'

Chris: Daddy is Ask That Guy?
Critic: Apparently
Chris: I only heard of your brother and I’m pretty sure....not even FV!Ask That Guy would be like this.
Critic: You’ve met him?
Chris: Insano created a rip in the space time continuum

I opened my mouth wide to Daddies fingers but when I attempted to suck on
them he pulled out and slapped my face, first bone side and then the other.

'I just said to open wide. Not to enjoy yourself.'

Chris: *as Ask That Guy* ...and if you try that shit one more time, I’m gonna jam a knife down your throat!
Critic: *moves even further away from Chris* Seriously...you need help.

He forced a rubber-coated ring into my mouth fastening the straps off
behind my head. I'd not seen him bring that with him. It meant I was
unable to close my mouth, whatever the circumstance.

Critic: Let me guess...this writer hasn’t read much Ask That Guy stories hasn’t he or she?
Chris: Guessing not.

'There you are. No clashing teeth. Mouth all yours.'

'That should do it,' came the earlier voice. 'You can carry on now and
have fun. This should cool him down a bit.' And I shivered as some cold
wet fizzing liquid was slowly poured over my inflamed ass, running down my
crack and over what part of my balls were not covered by the piss sheath.

Critic: Oh God..no please no! Please don’t tell me I’m getting another fucking beer enema in this fic!
Chris: *look of horror* I...I don’t think so but you’re currently getting something dumped on your ass. *reads closer* I think its piss
Critic: That’s it! I’m fucking booking a multi-dimensional trip to the Foreign!Verse once this MST is over!

'Open your eyes boy and see what your mouth is going to pleasure.' A hand
grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head up slightly where I could focus
on a semi erect jet-black uncut cock. Not too broad but it made up for that
in length. Had to be an easy six inches and that was just semi erect.

Chris: Six inches? Please don’t tell me that’s a mold of FV!Ask That Guy’s...
Critic: *stares at Chris* What the hell did you do down there?
Chris: The two hours I was in that universe? He gave me a tour of his house and....lets just leave it at that.
Critic: That’ll probably be best.

He pushed the tip through my gag ring but when I went to lick it for him I
received a slap across my face and the hand pulled my head up harder. 'I
didn't say you could enjoy yourself with my cock boy. That's not why you're
here.'

Chris: *as Critic* Really? Then what the hell am I here for?
Critic: *as Ask That Guy* You’re here....to sing Justin Beiber songs!
Chris: *as Critic* Nooooooo! You can’t do that! You’re a fucking, evil, and demented little bastard! Noooooooo!

He must have given a signal as the belt lay across my backside again,
Whack! Whack! Whack!

(Ask That Guy comes into the room)

Ask That Guy: So how are we enjoying this little.....fic?
Critic and Chris: We hate you...*Ask That Guy just laughs*
Critic: Please tell me this is the fucking end you little prick!
Ask That Guy: I’m afraid not...there is one more part.

(Ask That Guy leaves while Chris looks at Critic in terror)

Chris: Please tell me he’s joking?
Critic: He never jokes.