The variety in dildos and butt plugs was staggering. Sebastian gulped as he put down a particularly thick one, afraid it wouldn’t fit anyway.
He thought the clamps he picked up next might draw blood if hooked to his nipples, so he discarded those, too. He dove deeper into the chest, bending over and feeling increasingly hot in the face, even though cold air was titillating his asshole.
He jumped when warm fingertips pressed against it, massaging his entrance without attempting penetration.
All the times Shaun had been a caring teacher flooded back, from the moment Sebastian stepped into the farm to the first time he had tasted his cock. Sebastian was happy he hadn’t wasted his virginity on another man. Fate had been kind enough to prevent him from wasting it on someone who didn’t deserve it.
“See anything you like?” Shaun asked hoarsely, drawing circles around Sebastian’s entrance that caused his half-hard cock to throb right up.
“I-I don’t know, there’s so much stuff in there.”
“A collection years in the making.” Shaun laughed, drifting from Sebastian’s ass to the small of his back. “We could shop for more down the line.”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” Sebastian replied absent-mindedly.
The room dimmed, and Sebastian looked out the small window on the opposite wall. Clouds were gathering, and the moderately clear morning sky was set to be swallowed up.
They could only hope there wouldn’t be another storm; they’d just finished fixing up the mess made by the last one, and Sebastian’s blistered hands and bruised limbs needed some time to heal. Lucky for him, he’d dodged a trip to the ER after nearly nailing his hand on a plank of wood.
His reflexes were still good, even if he hadn’t played football in a while.
He checked a weighty set of ball stretchers and pictured them hugging his testicles down as he walked naked throughout the house. He wanted them to hang as low as possible, for his own selfish sake.
The ropes just under them looked rough but were surprisingly smooth. Sebastian cast them aside, telling himself they’d have plenty of time to put Shaun’s knotting abilities to the test.
Feeling the tension in his lower back, he kneeled and continued his search, squinting as he dug deeper inside the chest.
“I love you in that position,” Shaun said with a chuckle.
“You looked amazing earlier, too.”
“I did,” Shaun grabbed his bulge. “You’re gonna have to repay my service.”
“I could suck your cock all day, you know that.”
Sebastian grabbed a black leather pouch and zipped it open.
Inside was a set of eight sounding rods laid on red velvet. Sebastian knew there was another kit somewhere because these rods had a beaded tip, unlike the long, smooth ones he had seen before. He lingered on them a bit longer than he should’ve; he imagined his urethra stretched gently, and his dick jumped, asking for a test drive.
It was exhilarating to think of Shaun using him that way; it was the last frontier, the last hole to be claimed.
“This is it,” Sebastian said, showing the kit with steady hands.
“Are you sure?” Shaun asked, genuinely wary. “This is a big step, you can’t push yourself too far the first time around, even to please me.”
“Copy that, sir.”
Sebastian stayed hard while Shaun disinfected the sounds. His cockhead was thoroughly washed, too, before Shaun scrubbed his own hands clean twice.
Seeing his owner so attentive drew a smile on Sebastian’s face, and the feeling of love he felt for the man only grew stronger, one beat at a time.
He wouldn’t have chosen a life of servitude otherwise; he’d have dashed out of the farm if Shaun had proven remotely mean and uncaring. But all he saw as he watched him, with his black beard, scarred hands, and sun-kissed skin, was kindness.
“Lay on the kitchen counter,” Shaun said authoritatively, placing a pillow where Sebastian’s head was supposed to go. “Remember, be still, behave, let it slide in and don’t force it.”
“Yes, sir,” Sebastian smiled, tugging at Shaun’s pants. “My cock hole is yours.”
“Like everything else,” Shaun kissed him gently. “You belong to me.”
“Completely.”
The last of their exchange was shared in hushed tones, as if they didn’t even want the walls around them to hear. It was their vow, only meant for the ears, directed to their hearts. Sebastian let his arms rest along his body, his powerful chest rising up and down slowly.
The cold of the counter was not uncomfortable against his skin.
The lubricant Shaun injected into his urethra was equally cool, and Sebastian felt it seep down into his cock pleasantly.
Then the first sounding rod hovered over his slit; it was the thinnest, with the smallest bead. Shaun explained it was called a rosebud urethral sound as he teased Sebastian’s glans with it. Sebastian repeated it to himself several times, eager to absorb the information.
“Are you ready, boy?”
“Yes, master.”
The tip of the sound penetrated him smoothly; his cock barely even fought it. The bead, he saw, split his slit open and was swallowed easily.
Was it being pushed, or was it sliding down his urethra on its own?
Sebastian couldn’t tell from where he was, but all he knew was that the rod went all in and only stopped its descent thanks to its flared ending.
The moans that escaped his throat couldn’t be contained; the pleasure was too great, the pressure of the bead in his shaft too distracting. He could’ve sworn he could see it move through the thin skin of his cock.
He only began to grunt and twitch when Shaun moved up and down inside his shaft with more determination. The sounding rod robbed him of his sense of self, but he reckoned he had to remain for his own safety.
“Good boy,” Shaun praised as he took the entirety of the rod out. “How’re you holding up?”
“Great,” Sebastian panted. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re doing amazing,” Shaun kissed his forehead, and played with Sebastian’s blond locks for a second. “You’re so gorgeous, all hard and flushed. That’s how I’d keep you for all eternity if I could.”
The new size was a tighter fit, and Sebastian’s slit wasn’t as willing to be pried open this time. But with some gentle persuasion, it was breached without much of a fuss. Sebastian felt his urethra widening as the sound thrust into him. It didn’t burn, it didn’t hurt, but the feeling was weird, alien. He couldn’t tell whether he liked it or not.
Not knowing was frustrating, excruciating in the best way. His fingers clung to the edges of the marble counter, preventing him from moving away or thrusting his hips.
He was too afraid he’d hurt himself by doing so.
Emptiness demanded to be filled when Shaun removed the second rod, but fortunately, it was meant to be replaced by a third. The cold steel sent his cock into overdrive; it screamed as the bead tried to penetrate its slit.
“Sir, sir, sir, please, easy, sir,” Sebastian pleaded, and Shaun stopped.
“It’s all right, we can stop.”
“No, I’ll manage it. Just let me take a breather for a second.”
“My good boy, I told you to take it easy. I’m already super happy with how well you’ve taken the first two rods.”
Sebastian gazed up and was met by Shaun and his raging hardon. “I can take more, I know you love it.”
“I do,” Shaun licked his lips, the third rod still in hand. “But I care about you more.”
“Shaun,” Sebastian’s eyes watered, stinging with salt. For some reason, he felt more fragile than he ever had been. “I do too, that’s why I want to keep going.”
“Fuck!”
Shaun captured Sebastian’s lips in his, and the kiss wasn’t broken until the two of them were out of breath.
Rumbling thunder broke, and light rain pattered against the windows.
The pleasant sound blanketed them; they were tucked away from the world by dirt roads and woods, and that only served to deepen their bond. Nobody would barge in; they were safe, and Sebastian’s heart pumped louder and clearer than the lightnings tearing the clouds apart.
“Keep going,” Sebastian uttered to Shaun.
The penetration wasn’t as tedious this time; it was as if his cock had understood the rod wouldn’t cause him any harm. His urethra was now lubricated by precum in addition to the lube, and Shaun fucked it more confidently. The hardest part was when the beaded tip reached Sebastian’s meatus; it left him breathless, his moans louder and more plaintive.
“Shit, it’s so fucking strange, it’s so tight,” he hitched.
“Where? Here?”
Shaun cruelly stroked the entrance of Sebastian’s sensitive cockhead, the bead sending jolts of pleasure deep into his bones. Sweat shone on his skin, making the countertop slippery.
“It’s too much!”
“I know… Does it hurt?” Shaun twirled the rod without going any deeper.
“No, it’s just… I can’t describe it.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Sort of,” Sebastian admitted, arching his back.
“Use your hands, play with your nips for me,” Shaun commanded, taking out the sound and grabbing another.
Its sheer size had Sebastian’s wide green eyes filled with apprehension, his eyebrows twisted with uncertainty.
Be a good boy, breathe through it. He told himself angrily, pinching his nipples harder.
“We’ll try this one, I won’t be mad if you can’t handle it.”
Sebastian nodded confidently. “Got it!”
“Who’s my good boy?”
“I am!” Sebastian replied proudly. “I’m your good boy.”
“Yes, you are.” Shaun kissed him chastely.
The bead was bigger, rounded, and slightly flattened; it looked like a badly drawn teardrop.
The first squeeze was rebuked with sharpness, even though the rod was slick with lube. Shaun watched Sebastian closely, looking for signs of discomfort that would indicate the sounding session had gone too far. But Sebastian remained passive, allowing Shaun to continue.
The beaded ending of the sound popped into him, spreading the lips of his cock slit before vanishing. At this point, his cock was a dripping mess of blue, bulging veins. It throbbed, and Sebastian realized Shaun had barely jerked it.
As if reading his mind, his ever-loving master wrapped his fingers around his shaft and pumped it with precision.
It didn’t take long for Sebastian to be brought to the edge. Even though his urethra was suffering from the assault of the sounding rod, even though he could barely endure it anymore, he didn’t warn Shaun of his distress. There was no pain in his ordeal, only endless pleasure.
The strokes quickened along with the thrusts of the rod.
Soon, Sebastian was on the brink of cumming.
“I’m about to cum? Am I allowed to, sir?” He asked with pleading eyes, barely able to control his own breathing.
“Go on, boy, push the sound out with your load.”
It was a challenge Sebastian gladly accepted.
His urethra swelled; it was a feeling he would be eager to experience again. Stark white cum pooled at the edges of the sounding rod until it shot out over his abs. His cum gutters were drenched in white, and his peehole was stretched and willing to take more.
“Fuuuuck,” Sebastian almost yelled, panting. “Please, stroke me, stroke me.”
Shaun did, and leaned in for a long, sweet kiss as he polished Sebastian’s spent cockhead. To make him proud, Sebastian humped into his fist, wincing and losing his mind at the sensitivity of his own manhood.
“Thank you, sir,” he said, trembling, muzzled into the crook of Shaun’s neck.
Shaun kissed his temple. “I’m sure you’ll be able to handle the bigger sounds soon. You’re a natural. I didn’t even have to restrain you.”
Shaun helped Sebastian sit up and wrapped him in a long bear hug. It lasted until Sebastian stopped shivering, the warmth of Shaun’s embrace helping him recover.
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