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Who would have thought that 8 inches would have so much power over him?
A coldness without origin ran down Polo's spine when he took the box from his bed. He was just one wrap away from changing his life, or at least that's what he tought. He took a pair of scissors and tore the tape that held the package closed. His fingers hurt as if they were frozen, and for a second, he missed the hot drops that ran down his skin five minutes before, while he was bathing and getting ready for what he would do next. He opened the box and there it was. The first thing he thought was that it had been the right decision not to order the one that was 10 inches long. The clear dildo he had ordered a week earlier was sitting in the cardboard, with its plastic wrap intact. He took it in his trembling hands and was surprised by the weight. Maybe it was bigger than he had thought.
The giant mirror in his room reflected the image of that 22-year-old man, muscular and large. Someone who spent more time in the gym than his body demanded. Polo's bare and wet back muscles tensed with every movement. Broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was any woman's dream. The towel hung from his waist, covering his nakedness, which didn't make much sense since he didn't share his room with anyone else, but he did it on purpose. Getting out of the bathroom naked to open a packed dildo was too hasty, he needed to take it slow.
When it broke, the plastic made a noise that drowned out the music that was playing softly from the speaker on his desk. He turned up the volume because he was afraid that his moans would be heard in the neighboring rooms. Once he had freed the dildo, he admired it. 8 inches of transparent silicone that simulated a cock longer and thicker than his own. It had marked veins and two testicles that joined a base capable of adhering to the floor or the wall, as the user chose.
Polo's hardon was maximum at this point. He couldn't wait any longer to have it inside. He was scared, but it aroused him. He knew he wanted it. He knew he wanted it despite the pain. He had planned to ride it on the floor, but an image from a video he had seen the day before forced him to change positions. He dropped his towel, brought the giant mirror closer to his bed and laid down. Took his knees to his chest and spread the legs, brought his fingers to the hairless hole and began to caress it. His dick was already spilling precum that stained his slightly hairy abs. No. Something was missing.
The young man went to his clothes drawer and took the black jockstrap he had bought, telling himself that it would help him exercise. He put it on in seconds and adjusted the bulge, which didn't fit completely due to the notorious erection. He felt more exposed than when he was naked, but the mere fact of wearing a jockstrap guaranteed a full hardon. It aroused him to know that his cock wasn’t important at that moment, and that his ass was getting all the attention. It was a good ass: round, big and worthy of a man as beautiful as Polo.
He brought his knees to his chest again and exposed his pink entrance framed by the elastic of the black jockstrap. Spread his legs and part of his junk escaped from the fabric. His hands caressed his hole calmly and patiently, until he smeared his fingers with lube and began the action.
The rest of the video is not faithful to what happened. Polo caressed and lubricated the entire exterior of his ass, even more than necessary. He wanted to make sure he was as wet as possible. "It is never enough lube" was every bottom’s rule. The fingers of his right hand wandered over his pink anus and at some point, when he was worried about making a good video, he hit his hole and moaned slightly.
The lube made his fingers slip and his hole throb. He couldn't wait any longer. His fingers ran in circles on the pink surface. It got him so horny to see it in the mirror that his slit was spilling precum non-stop and he couldn't resist taking a little and putting it in his mouth for the first time in his life. The salty taste was new to him. Then, he sucked his fingers and filled them with saliva that he mixed with the lube in his ass. It was time. The middle finger began to apply pressure until his sphincter let it through. It felt uncomfortable. It was neither pain nor pleasure, just a strange sensation. It went deeper. He caressed his insides and, although he didn't feel physical pleasure, his dick throbbed just by looking at himself in the mirror. Putting his finger in and out caused him a certain type of pain to which he would eventually get used to.
Time passed and he saw the possibility of a second finger. Big mistake. His sphincter tensed painfully and it was hard to deal with the size of his fingers joined together. His expressions of pain and moans added value to his video, and Polo knew that it would be enough with that to cum every time he saw it in the future. As he had expected, he ended up getting used to the two fingers, which soon entered and exited his anus easily. The pink hole was already dilated, waiting to take something bigger.
The jock took the dildo and bathed it in lube. Brought it to his hole and hit it once or twice. He moaned with passion while looking at the camera. The vision in the mirror turned him on even more. A big, strong man being so submissive, about to impale himself with 8 inches, about to moan like never before. He applied pressure and his sphincter didn't offer as much resistance as before. With a wet sound, the dildo went through it and a moan was impossible to hold back. The pain struck him for a second and then gradually diminished, leaving him with nothing but the feeling of being full. A feeling that, although not orgasmic, made him know what he should feel, it felt... good.
He tried to move the dildo, but the burning warned him not to, so he watched himself in the mirror while caressing his semi hard dick, spilling precum that soaked his jockstrap. The man in the mirror looked back at him. With his huge pectorals and his swollen arms he looked like a real man, someone incapable of doing what he was doing. Incapable of submitting in that way.
When his insides were more used to the invasion, he began to move the toy very slowly. The pain didn't appear, but the tension in the air was palpable. Inch by inch, Polo was discovering new sensations and as daring as it seemed, pleasure. The sound of the plastic cock sliding through his sphincter began to flood the room as he increased the pace, although he still didn't have the courage to take it out completely. It came out a few inches and went back in, hitting a certain spot in his rectum that made him feel good. He paid attention to that spot and continued. His body adapted with each thrust and soon he forgot about his hardon to focus all the attention on what he assumed was his prostate.
The camera on his cell phone witnessed that moment, that discovery. And it captured Polo's mischievous look when he ventured to take out the dildo, for which he was punished with the feeling of emptiness. Something he didn't like, not because it hurt or bothered him, but because it moved away from the enjoyment he had felt seconds before. And it was when he felt incomplete that he understood that everything he had experienced before was pleasure. He lubricated it again and put it back in, this time deeper. Made a grimace of surprise with every inch the dildo advanced, but now he knew that he liked that. The plastic balls settled on his buttocks and knowing that he couldn't get any more of the toy inside made him feel fulfilled, as if he had achieved a goal. The same euphoria of winning a match or something.
His game consisted of taking it out almost completely and then putting it in whole, first very slowly and then he began to increase the pace, hitting the g spot in each thrust. But then, something strange happened when reaching a certain speed. He began to enjoy the whole process, not just the prostatic stimulation. He enjoyed pushing a little more than he should, because what was initially pain turned into tickling and then into pleasure, a pleasure that itched, that vibrated. The sensations traveled from his rectum to his penis and to his balls, keeping his dick hard even tho he didn't dare to touch it for fear of ruining the experience.
The sound of the toy going in and out mixed with his moans produced a dirty soundtrack that would be heard throughout the building. He dared to go faster and faster, and although he was afraid, the curiosity to know how much he could endure incited him to continue. His legs began to go numb so he took out the dildo and changed positions, not without first admiring his hole in the mirror. His pink entrance was totally ruined, like he had never seen it before. It was weird and hot. He put his fingers in and they went in easily, without resistance. This only made his cock throb harder.
He held the dildo and without hesitation, sat on it. A moan of pain and pleasure took over his throat, and several followed as he rode those 8 inches. He was in a trance, in a limbo, nothing could stop him now. The pain and prejudices were in the background when the fake penis went through him with speed, enduring his weight in each thrust, making him suffer and enjoy in an equitable way. Not only had he never experienced anything like it, but he had never imagined that such pleasure was possible.
He rode and rode without fear, without censorship, without intentions of stopping. Each thrust inside him realesed immense pleasure. It felt like he was about to explode. It was too much, but he was decidided, he was determined to keep going until his body couldn’t do it anymore. His mind was blank and his hole was all he could think about. A funny sensation ran through his body, from his hole to his dick and balls. He was in heaven and the pleasure was too much. So much pleasure that a few touches on his dick were enough to release all the cum he had accumulated for days. He was moaning loud and clear as the misterious coldness ran down his spine and legs were shivering. All the cum ran down his jockstrap and stained the black fabric while Polo slowed down and felt the pleasure transform into pain, a guilty pain. So he stopped and let himself fall on the sheets, waited a few seconds and took out the toy, leaving a destroyed hole behind. The pink and open hole was throbbing and it hurt. He sighed, gasped and breathed deeply for a few seconds before getting up and walk to the camera. He stopped recording.
