What does it feel like to be a human coffee table for a few raucous friend on a game night? It’s been a while since I’ve written a cute smut for the site, so I figured I’d reach into the kink and fetish world I’m currently adventuring within! Nothing better than a lighthearted fantasy to start the holiday season with!
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↓ Comic Transcript
Pleasure Furniture by Hien Pham published December 2, 2025 on ohjoysextoy.com
The comic is illustrated in a more realistically rendered soft pencil-lined style, using the full spectrum of colors.
Page 1
The first three panels are closer-in shots, featuring elements of one man at a time without revealing the rest.
"Argh!" Grunts Cole as he furiously mashes his thumbs against the buttons on his game controller. He is a brown-skinned short king with cropped fuzzy black hair, thick eyebrows and a mustache with neatly trimmed chin hairs. There is a cartoon bear on his tank top that he's paired with his tan-colored cargo shorts. Beeping noises fill up the background behind him and he stares intently at the viewer, biting his tongue in concentration and flushing while he whales on the controller. "I'm in last place! Let me get ahead!"
Next to Colt, Ben's lightly peach-toned bare feet crossed at the ankles and propped up at footstool height on the back of Doug, another man with lightly brown skin and soft black body hair. He wears only a red Shibari rope tied around his waist and between his butt cheeks. A TV remote also rests on his back, next to the propped-up feet.
"A head?" Taunts Ben. "Oo-la-la~"
"Oh, hush!" Colt retorts with the background game beeps continuing without pause.
"Nngh..." Moans the hairy back of Doug.
"The RING's really pranking me this game!" Another voice exclaims as the panel reveals Doug's face. His eyes are covered with a blindfold and beads of sweat roll down his face and shoulders in his bent-over position. He has a septum ring piercing, a beard tuft on his chin, and the sides of his head are shaved leaving a soft, short mohawk down the middle. His cheeks, nose, and throat glow with a rosy flush. Two dishes of snacks are barely visible resting over his shoulder area.
"..." He says, holding his composure.
At last the view pulls back to reveal three sturdy, hairy men sharing a cozy teal couch with cute throw pillows in a nice living room. To one side are shelves of organized house things and possibly a record collection. Stylish, simplistic artwork hans on the wall behind them, with a medium-sized potted Monstera plant sitting on the other side of the couch. A cute plush, green footstool has been pushed to the side to make room for Doug to serve as the gamers' coffee table on his hands and knees. We can now see that in addition to the red ropes around his waist, they also wrap expertly around his upper thighs and connect to his ankles. What's not yet visible is that the waist ropes stretch down between his legs, tying up his cock and balls in a Shibari cock ring.
An automated voice announces, "Player 2 wins!"
"Good job guys." Cheers Al, a slightly older man with silver hair and beard on the couch. Over his muscular build, he wears glasses, a red, striped loose tank top, blue jeans, and red/black socks.
Ben cheers "Yay!", pumping his fists in the air triumphantly. His unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt parts over his hairy chest and tummy from his celebratory movement. He is blonde with a grown-out wavy haircut and a thick beard that's longer than short and shorter than medium-length. He wears orange shorts. His feet unintentionally jostle the dishes of snacks resting on the back of the table man, as well as knocking over the remote control from his back.
"Noooo!!!!" Wails Colt, curling into defeat in the corner of the couch.
The silver-haired man squeezes the shoulder of the table man before he leans back and asks his fellow gamers, "How's the traffic?"
"Green." One replies.
Page 2
The yellow-shirted man wags his finger exaggeratedly and while sticking his tongue out he adds, "You know what? I couldn't hear the enemy! I couldn't hear the coming! Al, can you turn the sound up a bit?"
Picking up a dish of pink gummy worms from the back of the table man, the silver-haired man asks, "Where's the remote?"
The barefooted man answers, "I might have kicked it off, sorry."
The view shows us below the naked man.
"Nng!" The naked man grunts as a hand cups one of his full, round pecs, patting around as it searches for the remote.
"It's not down here." States a voice, his hand continuing to pat along the chest of the naked man. "Do you see where it's landed?"
A voice asks, "Can you guys give me a hand?" while the panel shows us the hands and knees of the naked man, pressed on the floor. Cuffs and spreader bar lock his hands into position, while his knees are cushioned with nice quality knee pads.
"It's not over on this side, I don't think." Someone states, failing to notice the remote is just to the side of the naked man.
Multiple hands and even a foot grope and press the soft chest, belly, and pubic area- cupping the space where the cock and balls connect to the body without directly touching them. The naked man's hard, small brown cock twitches in excitement, leaking pre-cum.
"Has it gotten stuck up here somehow?" One man asks.
"A-ah! Nng... ah..." Gasps the naked man.
"What about over here?" Another suggests.
The naked man's face is flushed a deep red and he quivers as the sweat rolls down his cheeks. His breathing is ragged, he looks like he can barely contain himself.
"Somethings getting louder! But I don't think it's the TV..." Says a voice.
Page 3
The view abruptly snaps back up top to Al, Ben, and Colt reacting to the game's voice announcing, "Next round, start!"
"Whoa!" Yelps Ben, quickly pulling his controller back into play.
"OH FUCK! LOCK IN!! LOCK IN!!!" Adds Colt, grabbing his own controller.
Doug is entirely forgotten as the boys dive back into their game.
Keeping his eyes on the screen, Ben gestures with his controller, asking, "What's this one?"
"You just gotta match your controller's rumble to the game." Colt huffs, frustrated with his game play.
Casually, Ben presses his controller against the lowest part of Doug's back, where it slides into the curve between his butt cheeks. It rumbles rhythmically against the shibari ropes with a "brrrr! brrrr!"
"Feel it vibrate now, and remember how intense it is..." Ben replies to Colt as Doug quivers in response to the shuddering game controller.
Using both hands to press the vibrating controller firmly against the ropes wrapped tightly between Doug's butt cheeks, Ben adds, "Then, wait for the right moment-"
"Ah-ahhnng..." Doug gasps and moans, his muscles straining as he holds his position.
"-and press the button!" Concludes Ben triumphantly.
"HooAhhh Aahhh- Hhaah..." Doug's petite erect cock dribbles clear pre-cum that drips to the floor.
Page 4
The view pulls back again, sharing a full picture of the three men on the couch and completely engaged with their game while Doug remains on his hands and knees like a table in front of them.
"Player 2 wins!" Announces the game again.
"Oh!" Al reacts happily to the news.
"FUCK YEAH!!!" Shouts Ben, once again pumping his fists in the air, this time knocking over the goody plates on Doug's back as he pulls back his feet from their rest.
Colt shouts "DAMMIT!" with a strong slap of frustration against Doug's exposed butt.
The force of the strike ripple through Doug's body, causing him to cry out "Ah!"
"Dammit!" He says again with a second slap, eliciting another gasp from Doug. Colt continues spanking Doug's big hairy backside with slap after slap, each one punctuated with a gasping cry from Doug. "Dammit! Dammit!"
"There's a lot of luck in these games, so it's not that you're bad!" Explains Ben as he
patiently pats Colt on the shoulder. In in defeat, Colt rests his folded arms on Doug's back and buries his face into them.
"Shut the fuck up..." He mumbles through his position of failure.
Al's hand reaches out to Doug's shoulder. "Ready to stop?" He asks, giving it a squeeze.
"Yes, please." Replies Doug.
"Good boy." Al says, giving Doug a soft kiss on the temple. His cheeks are flushed and traces of sweat run down his face. The smallest curve of a smile plucks at his lips.
Page 5
Not too long later, a fully nude Doug with reclines on his back over his three gamer boys on the couch. "Thank you, guys. That was really fun." He sighs contentedly.
"We've had that fantasy for ages." Admits Al with one hand casually stroking Doug's furry chest.
"Mmm!" Concurs Doug.
Resting his hand and chin against Doug's folded knee, Ben adds, "Finally realized, hey! It was really hot! What did you enjoy most about it?"
Doug's feet rest on Colt's thigh, who is, in turn, eating a big pink gummy bear. Along the couch's head and armrests are the bowls of treats, the game controllers, and the neatly bundled up lengths of red Shibari rope that Doug had been wearing.
Gazing thoughtfully up into Al's eyes, Doug reminisces, "I like it all, really. Balancing the weight of your legs... how I was touched, teased... and when Al kissed me..."
"Aw..." Ben leans in, resting his cheek against his hands. "...you make me want to try it for myself..."
"Oh, yes!!!" Colt leaps up, partially transformed into a chibi devil with his hair swept up like two horns and a cartoony devil's tail peeking out from behind him. He holds the red ropes taught between his hands, horny energy crackling off him. "I'll treat you as kindly as the game treated me!" All the boys transform into their fully chibi versions, with Colt swinging the lasso overhead like a cowboy.
"Don't threaten me with a good time!" Ben flirts back enthusiastically while Doug and Al laugh.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on December 1, 2025
The comic is illustrated in a more realistically rendered soft pencil-lined style, using the full spectrum of colors.
Page 1
The first three panels are closer-in shots, featuring elements of one man at a time without revealing the rest.
"Argh!" Grunts Cole as he furiously mashes his thumbs against the buttons on his game controller. He is a brown-skinned short king with cropped fuzzy black hair, thick eyebrows and a mustache with neatly trimmed chin hairs. There is a cartoon bear on his tank top that he's paired with his tan-colored cargo shorts. Beeping noises fill up the background behind him and he stares intently at the viewer, biting his tongue in concentration and flushing while he whales on the controller. "I'm in last place! Let me get ahead!"
Next to Colt, Ben's lightly peach-toned bare feet crossed at the ankles and propped up at footstool height on the back of Doug, another man with lightly brown skin and soft black body hair. He wears only a red Shibari rope tied around his waist and between his butt cheeks. A TV remote also rests on his back, next to the propped-up feet.
"A head?" Taunts Ben. "Oo-la-la~"
"Oh, hush!" Colt retorts with the background game beeps continuing without pause.
"Nngh..." Moans the hairy back of Doug.
"The RING's really pranking me this game!" Another voice exclaims as the panel reveals Doug's face. His eyes are covered with a blindfold and beads of sweat roll down his face and shoulders in his bent-over position. He has a septum ring piercing, a beard tuft on his chin, and the sides of his head are shaved leaving a soft, short mohawk down the middle. His cheeks, nose, and throat glow with a rosy flush. Two dishes of snacks are barely visible resting over his shoulder area.
"..." He says, holding his composure.
At last the view pulls back to reveal three sturdy, hairy men sharing a cozy teal couch with cute throw pillows in a nice living room. To one side are shelves of organized house things and possibly a record collection. Stylish, simplistic artwork hans on the wall behind them, with a medium-sized potted Monstera plant sitting on the other side of the couch. A cute plush, green footstool has been pushed to the side to make room for Doug to serve as the gamers' coffee table on his hands and knees. We can now see that in addition to the red ropes around his waist, they also wrap expertly around his upper thighs and connect to his ankles. What's not yet visible is that the waist ropes stretch down between his legs, tying up his cock and balls in a Shibari cock ring.
An automated voice announces, "Player 2 wins!"
"Good job guys." Cheers Al, a slightly older man with silver hair and beard on the couch. Over his muscular build, he wears glasses, a red, striped loose tank top, blue jeans, and red/black socks.
Ben cheers "Yay!", pumping his fists in the air triumphantly. His unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt parts over his hairy chest and tummy from his celebratory movement. He is blonde with a grown-out wavy haircut and a thick beard that's longer than short and shorter than medium-length. He wears orange shorts. His feet unintentionally jostle the dishes of snacks resting on the back of the table man, as well as knocking over the remote control from his back.
"Noooo!!!!" Wails Colt, curling into defeat in the corner of the couch.
The silver-haired man squeezes the shoulder of the table man before he leans back and asks his fellow gamers, "How's the traffic?"
"Green." One replies.
Page 2
The yellow-shirted man wags his finger exaggeratedly and while sticking his tongue out he adds, "You know what? I couldn't hear the enemy! I couldn't hear the coming! Al, can you turn the sound up a bit?"
Picking up a dish of pink gummy worms from the back of the table man, the silver-haired man asks, "Where's the remote?"
The barefooted man answers, "I might have kicked it off, sorry."
The view shows us below the naked man.
"Nng!" The naked man grunts as a hand cups one of his full, round pecs, patting around as it searches for the remote.
"It's not down here." States a voice, his hand continuing to pat along the chest of the naked man. "Do you see where it's landed?"
A voice asks, "Can you guys give me a hand?" while the panel shows us the hands and knees of the naked man, pressed on the floor. Cuffs and spreader bar lock his hands into position, while his knees are cushioned with nice quality knee pads.
"It's not over on this side, I don't think." Someone states, failing to notice the remote is just to the side of the naked man.
Multiple hands and even a foot grope and press the soft chest, belly, and pubic area- cupping the space where the cock and balls connect to the body without directly touching them. The naked man's hard, small brown cock twitches in excitement, leaking pre-cum.
"Has it gotten stuck up here somehow?" One man asks.
"A-ah! Nng... ah..." Gasps the naked man.
"What about over here?" Another suggests.
The naked man's face is flushed a deep red and he quivers as the sweat rolls down his cheeks. His breathing is ragged, he looks like he can barely contain himself.
"Somethings getting louder! But I don't think it's the TV..." Says a voice.
Page 3
The view abruptly snaps back up top to Al, Ben, and Colt reacting to the game's voice announcing, "Next round, start!"
"Whoa!" Yelps Ben, quickly pulling his controller back into play.
"OH FUCK! LOCK IN!! LOCK IN!!!" Adds Colt, grabbing his own controller.
Doug is entirely forgotten as the boys dive back into their game.
Keeping his eyes on the screen, Ben gestures with his controller, asking, "What's this one?"
"You just gotta match your controller's rumble to the game." Colt huffs, frustrated with his game play.
Casually, Ben presses his controller against the lowest part of Doug's back, where it slides into the curve between his butt cheeks. It rumbles rhythmically against the shibari ropes with a "brrrr! brrrr!"
"Feel it vibrate now, and remember how intense it is..." Ben replies to Colt as Doug quivers in response to the shuddering game controller.
Using both hands to press the vibrating controller firmly against the ropes wrapped tightly between Doug's butt cheeks, Ben adds, "Then, wait for the right moment-"
"Ah-ahhnng..." Doug gasps and moans, his muscles straining as he holds his position.
"-and press the button!" Concludes Ben triumphantly.
"HooAhhh Aahhh- Hhaah..." Doug's petite erect cock dribbles clear pre-cum that drips to the floor.
Page 4
The view pulls back again, sharing a full picture of the three men on the couch and completely engaged with their game while Doug remains on his hands and knees like a table in front of them.
"Player 2 wins!" Announces the game again.
"Oh!" Al reacts happily to the news.
"FUCK YEAH!!!" Shouts Ben, once again pumping his fists in the air, this time knocking over the goody plates on Doug's back as he pulls back his feet from their rest.
Colt shouts "DAMMIT!" with a strong slap of frustration against Doug's exposed butt.
The force of the strike ripple through Doug's body, causing him to cry out "Ah!"
"Dammit!" He says again with a second slap, eliciting another gasp from Doug. Colt continues spanking Doug's big hairy backside with slap after slap, each one punctuated with a gasping cry from Doug. "Dammit! Dammit!"
"There's a lot of luck in these games, so it's not that you're bad!" Explains Ben as he
patiently pats Colt on the shoulder. In in defeat, Colt rests his folded arms on Doug's back and buries his face into them.
"Shut the fuck up..." He mumbles through his position of failure.
Al's hand reaches out to Doug's shoulder. "Ready to stop?" He asks, giving it a squeeze.
"Yes, please." Replies Doug.
"Good boy." Al says, giving Doug a soft kiss on the temple. His cheeks are flushed and traces of sweat run down his face. The smallest curve of a smile plucks at his lips.
Page 5
Not too long later, a fully nude Doug with reclines on his back over his three gamer boys on the couch. "Thank you, guys. That was really fun." He sighs contentedly.
"We've had that fantasy for ages." Admits Al with one hand casually stroking Doug's furry chest.
"Mmm!" Concurs Doug.
Resting his hand and chin against Doug's folded knee, Ben adds, "Finally realized, hey! It was really hot! What did you enjoy most about it?"
Doug's feet rest on Colt's thigh, who is, in turn, eating a big pink gummy bear. Along the couch's head and armrests are the bowls of treats, the game controllers, and the neatly bundled up lengths of red Shibari rope that Doug had been wearing.
Gazing thoughtfully up into Al's eyes, Doug reminisces, "I like it all, really. Balancing the weight of your legs... how I was touched, teased... and when Al kissed me..."
"Aw..." Ben leans in, resting his cheek against his hands. "...you make me want to try it for myself..."
"Oh, yes!!!" Colt leaps up, partially transformed into a chibi devil with his hair swept up like two horns and a cartoony devil's tail peeking out from behind him. He holds the red ropes taught between his hands, horny energy crackling off him. "I'll treat you as kindly as the game treated me!" All the boys transform into their fully chibi versions, with Colt swinging the lasso overhead like a cowboy.
"Don't threaten me with a good time!" Ben flirts back enthusiastically while Doug and Al laugh.
Transcribed by Erika Moen on December 1, 2025
