Page 16 of Bondage Play

The fuck?

When Phil had previously used a butt plug on him, it had been a cone-shaped silicone one. This was more foreign. Heavy and…huge.

He instinctively clenched. “Relax baby. Let it in.” Phil rubbed slow circles at the base of Terry’s spine.

Terry focused on breathing slow and steady, on allowing the large object to invade his passage. Phil twisted what Terrynow knew was a metal plug, the surface warming to his skin as it breached his tight ring of muscle. His asshole snapped shut around it, but Phil only pushed harder. Terry’s body resisted the unexpected girth of the intrusion.

“You’re doing very well, baby. Only two more sections and it’ll be all the way in.”

Only two more…?

Terry hissed as his rim spread wider than it ever had before, stinging as it closed over the second portion of the plug. Phil massaged his overly-stretched opening then drizzled more slick along the edges, continuing the action as he began to push in the plug again.

No way. Can’t do it. Won’t fit. “Oh, God, Oh God!”

Right when Terry had been sure he was going to split wide open, the object slid into his channel in a rush. A pulsing heat accompanied the sting of Terry’s poor, abused hole. Phil continued to caress him, his touches widening until his palms covered Terry’s entire back, shoulders and upper arms. Soon that was all Terry could feel as he sunk into the comfort of Phil’s care.

Terry gasped, jerking as Phil jostled the plug against his gland. The fucking thing filled him up so well, there was no way to avoid the pressure against his prostate. Crazy thoughts filled Terry’s head at what Phil intended to do to him. He reminded himself it was all okay, that Phil had him and wouldn’t let him fall. But it was almost fucking impossible with his ass filled and stretched beyond what he’d ever experienced.

Phil nudged it again, this time, adding a small twist. Terry whimpered. He knew begging, questioning, hinting—nothing would deter Phil and would only likely add a punishment instead. But he’d never last, not when it was such an overload of sensation.

Terry jumped at the sound of Phil’s voice next to his ear. “Let’s relax for a while. I’d like to spend some time cuddling with you.” The heat from Phil’s breath tickled his neck and his tension eased some more. Cuddling sounded good. He could totally deal with the plug if all they were going to do was cuddle, be together as lovers.

“Roll over, baby. I need to get you into a comfortable position before I restrain you.”

“Wait, what?” He couldn’t help it. ‘Restraining’ and ‘cuddling’ seemed to be at cross-purposes.

“Now.”

Terry resisted the urge to mumble something that would undoubtedly inspire Phil to keep him in a high state of need for much longer than Terry thought necessary, so instead, he obeyed.I’ll find out soon enough, right?However, his nerves were on high alert.

“Spread eagle.”

Terry bit his lip as he complied. His brain swirled, a mass of noise, all the quiet he’d achieved pushed from him. The aggravation he felt had nothing to do with anything Phil was doing—it was how much the whole experience had unsettled him. He’d find peace, then it would be snatched from him because he couldn’t shut off.

But he’ll help me.

That one thought, above all the others, kept Terry going. The few glimpses he’d had of what Phil described as subspace, of the ability to let go and let his cares drift away, to let Phil take the worry—those moments encouraged him to push through all the fear and doubt.

“That’s my good baby. Here you go.” Phil positioned a pillow under his shoulders and neck, just enough that his upper body was slightly raised. “This will make it easier for you to watch TV, and to drink. I’m bringing you some juice.”

He’s lost it.“May I speak, Sir?”

“Yes. Although, if you’re going to ask me what I’m doing and why, I won’t answer.”

A growl inadvertently came out of Terry. “Never mind.”

“Then hold still while I attach the cuffs.”

Terry screwed his eyes shut as his cock jerked in its binds. Phil lifted one of Terry’s wrists then wrapped the first cuff around it. The soft, yet sturdy feel of the thick, leather restraint made him want to scream it was so damn good. As Phil buckled first one, then the other, Terry’s prick swelled more, the ring digging into his flesh.

Jesus, so good.

Phil continued by securing his ankles and Terry let out a moan. He squirmed, and the plug nudged his gland.

“Fuck!”

“Swearing.”