It's funny how sometimes the one you love the most is the one you use the most. cordex stood as tall as his short body would allow in his kitchen, eyes wandering over various appliances and discarded packets from his microwave dinners of the past week. Someone caught his attention, no, something...something beautiful. He sauntered towards the shining rectangle, eyes sparkling with desire as he ran his fingers over the toaster's smooth surface, gently pressing all the right buttons. He couldn't hold back anymore. cordex hastily scrambled up onto the bench, discarding what clothes he had been wearing in the process in his undeniable need to fuck the hot toaster that now lay tipped and prone beneath him. The sensation was tight and hot...so hot...burning hot...SHIT. After twenty minutes fighting to free his sausage slinger from it's hungry metal slots he barely recognised his poor, roasted lil jhonny. He rested all three inches of it in his hands, crying for his wounded manhood. A rage stronger than that of an anally probed bear flooded through him, his seized the toaster in his arms and hurled through the window and into the sun. Eyes burning with hatred and hot tears, his only love now lost in a fit of rage.