There's a plastic ash tray right beside me as I light up a cigarette, but I have no need for it; because my ashtray is on it's knees, breathing. Presented to me with a Yoke bar strapped around it's neck and arms, a stretching gag spreading it's mouth wide and plugging into it's nose holding it's strict position;my ashtray awaits it's use. I deeply inhale puffs of my cigarette, threatening to burn my ashtray's manhood & body parts, as a material item has no use for trivial things such as a cock. Blowing puffs of smoke directly into the eyes of the ashtray, once I've built up my ash I drop it... Show more