The Butt Plug
The next day while at work, I got loads of text messages from Dave and Sam wanting to know how it went.
I was a little hesitant ’cause, well, I did get my ass licked and even tongue-fucked. I had been tied up, and honestly, even for me, it had been a lot. The room spun like a carousel, whiskey or something else still burning my throat. Without it—without the crutch of being really drunk—I’d have bolted.
Sam’s text exploded first: “Tell us how it went! We want details!”
Dave followed seconds later: “And please—for fuck’s sake—don’t say you froze up.”
They both knew I was a strict top and I did nothing other than fuck men—no butt play, no “strange shit for me.”
In the past, I had vented about my failing relationship to my friends, so they both knew I was not about any funny stuff. I think they wanted me to expand my horizons and be a little more sexually adventurous.
I mean, I did say I was open to new opportunities and new experiences, and it was thanks to them that I even went on a date. It wasn’t bad at all, if I’m being completely honest. I had enjoyed it more than I’d like to admit.
It was all still rather new for me, but I knew they would not stop. So I texted them back: “It was great, that kid has a mouth on him. I’m sure I quenched his thirst,” I said boldly. “Sadly, there was nothing past oral,” I texted with a sad face. “The kid really wants to trust someone,” I texted, “but I’m willing to wait to get that ass.”
To cheering texts from both of them:
Sam: “Me too.”
Dave: “Me three.”
Sam followed with: “Take it slow, don’t rush it. Rushing didn’t work for me,” he stated. “Before you know it, you’ll be pounding his ass nice and good, I’m sure of it.” Sam added the peach emoji to the end of his text.
Dave then followed up with: “Yes, enjoy it, my friend. You deserve it. Take it slow. We didn’t give the kid some space, and well, we were sent home in shame.” He added a crying emoji. “But no excuses—we want all the details when you finally pound that boy.” His next text read, with a wicked face emoji to end the group chat.
The rest of the day went by as a Monday usually does. Anything that fell through the cracks over the weekend was handled with urgency on Monday, and the rush of Friday usually ran over to Monday end of day.
I had the usual small talk with Karen at the office. She loved coming to talk to me, to look at me, and even drool over me. If I walked in with any fitting slacks or if I wore some briefs that made my junk front and center, she made an excuse to visit me at my desk. I just ignored it.
Karen was the most obvious, but at least two guys in the office took the time to check me out.
Anyway, how to best describe Karen? She is a stocky-built white woman with blond hair and a mostly unremarkable body—except, that is, for her huge boobs. She bragged to coworkers about her “ticket to marriage.”
And I must say, Karen’s husband Bill was a true cornfed American man, straight from the blueberry farms of east Tennessee.
The man was built strong and still had his boyish looks. He had a face card that would never be declined, that’s for sure. Bill loved his wife dearly, and it showed. He brought her flowers on a monthly basis, and they had lunch at least three times a week at the office. I mean, it was cute, but these heteros needed to stop promoting their lifestyle at the office.
I got to my car and opened my trunk to put my backpack away and some supplies. I really needed to wash this car, and soon, or the office gossip train was gonna start saying I was sleeping in my car… again. Like I said, the breakup was bad.
I chuckled but got in the car, only to get a few rings on my phone of several text messages being received.
“Some encouragement, just in case you need it,” the text said. It was from Sam.
The first photo was of Jack, face down, ass up. I could see his sweet hole, nice and pink, up in the air. He was wearing a cock cage, and it was hanging nice and low. I quickly swiped to see the next photo. It was at a strange angle, but one thing was clear: Sam was getting fucked by Jack.
His face was close to the camera, his head low and his ass up. His eyes were glazed over. Above him was Jack’s body glistening. You could see just the base of his cock as I can only imagine it was being shoved into Sam. With his free hand, Sam was holding tight to his thick cock. Next to his leg was a large butt plug and poppers.
Damn, I thought. I knew Sam was a verse, but I had never seen him in this position. It was hot, no lie. I swiped again to see Sam’s face buried into Jack’s ass. Jack’s cock clearly visible, thick and with lovely hanging balls. But to my surprise, there was a bejeweled round top where his hole should be. I was looking at Sam’s golden muscled ass holding on tightly to a fancy bejeweled butt plug.
Fuck, I was hard. I adjusted and swiped to the final picture. It was Sam’s fine ass being spread apart to show off that jeweled butt plug. Jack’s hand squeezing and pulling those toned, muscled cheeks apart.
Fuck. I rubbed my pants, and then, to my surprise, a very blurry video where you could clearly see Sam’s face and the dark, grainy shadow of someone riding him hard. I could only imagine it was Jack.
“Yes, ooohhh yes… harder.” And then the video ended.
I sat there in silence as I took a deep breath.
Another sound as Sam texted: “Sorry, in my rush I fucken sent you some more private stuff.” He said with a crying, smiling face.
I decided to spare him the embarrassment and instead focus on Jack.
“Well, shit, Jack is fucken hot. I can’t wait to ride this kid,” I replied.
The next text was just a joke from Sam and then some encouragement to get this kid on all fours.
I got home and looked over my photos. Jack was obviously vers and more than likely wanted to be fucked, but only if it was done his way. Knowing my friends, I knew they were not the type to wait. They struck out with Jack because of this. Sam and Dave could be aggressive, and this kid Jack was not interested in that.
I loved making guys give themselves to me, loved having them ride my cock as I lay there doing nothing, enjoying the view. Their muscles flexing and relaxing as they mumbled and moaned.
I was ready to let this kid have his fun. Then, when he was ready, I was gonna have him riding my cock for my pleasure.
Friday came, and I walked into the bar. I asked for James, but one of the barmen said, “‘James’ is his stage name here.” He laughed. “His name is Tom, and he’ll be in shortly. I’m Alan, by the way,” he said as he walked back to the other side of the bar. I mean, he was a small guy with a very youthful face. He looked like an Alan, even if I’m sure it wasn’t his real name either.
I can’t say I was surprised about James. Many of the guys used fake names to keep the crazy and stalkers away.
I ordered a drink, only to have “James” hand it to me.
“You drinking alone today? Where are your buddies?” he asked.
“I don’t think they can handle their drinks anymore,” I said jokingly.
James laughed and handed me my drink, and again it was strong, but I just chugged it. Liquid courage, I thought to myself. I had two more before James brought me a shot. It was almost black in color. I looked at it, puzzled.
“You know the drill—it’s the last shot. Liquid courage,” he chuckled as he stepped away. “On the house,” he yelled back.
Just as I was ready to leave, I took the shot. Lord, it was pure poison. It was strong, and the flavor just stayed in my mouth.
I walked over to the quick mart, and Jack leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re late,” he said devilishly. I hugged him, and we walked towards his apartment.
I was taking my clothes off as he pushed me into bed. I was already drunk. Whatever was in that last shot had me close to the clouds. He tied my hands, except this time my legs were split and tied to my arms. I was spread eagle, my hole exposed to the air. He put the blindfold next to my head but did not put it over my eyes just yet. He walked over to the foot of the bed and began to undress. Fuck, this kid is hot as fuck! I thought to myself as I was taking in the amazing view in front of me.
Jack was built, and the kid was muscular and lean at the same time. His body was built for sex. Jack turned and pulled off his work pants, revealing a black sheer thong. My heart was skipping as he bent over, showing me his muscular ass, the string hiding between his cheeks. He looked back at me and smiled, his golden locks framing his handsome face just right.
He smiled seductively as he pulled down that thong, revealing his thick cock and balls. He was shaved completely, only the slightest of trails from his bellybutton.
My cock was pointing straight up. Damn, had I not taken this sight in before? Because it was eye candy of the best kind.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked. I mumbled yes… I wanted him. I wanted him riding my cock, and if I had to play along, fine, I would do it. I would make him as comfortable as he needed to be, but that ass was mine.
Jack climbed on the bed and lay over me, his cock now pressing on mine. He came over and we kissed. It was electric and soft and hard—it was perfect.
“It will be worth the wait,” he whispered as he sat up slightly, jerking his cock so I could see as it filled with blood and stood impressively, almost as thick and long as mine.
“Nice,” I said as he rubbed our cocks together while biting his lip. He looked deeply into my eyes.
“I can give you a taste,” he said as he rubbed his cockhead over my sensitive hole. I just smiled and said, “I’d rather see that cock slapping around as you ride my dick,” I slurred slightly.
Jack smiled as he moved and took the blindfold near my head. “Be patient, and I will make sure that you have the time of your life,” he said with a mischievous smile. I settled into the strain of being tied and the darkness over my eyes.
“You look so hot,” he said. And fuck, he wasn’t wrong—i might be drunk but I knew I looked good. Three days a week at the gym kept me strong and defined, muscles taut against the restraints. If Jack got off on this view, I sure as hell didn’t blame him. I just knew right now I wanted to get off. Like I said, that last drink was something else. “Let me get something,” he said. He walked out, and in my drunken state, I heard talking and a door opening. Then he came back into the room. He placed some earphones in my ears and started to play porn—gay sex sounds filled my mind with the best images that played and played.
My mouth opened to moan, only to have a thick head slide into it.
Gagging, I tasted salt and precome. The earphones screamed moans—his grip on my hair screamed submit. I gave in and started to lick and suck. I heard a grunt and a vague sound of Jack saying, “That’s it, slut. Suck my cock, Dean. Show me you know how.”
I was so horny I started to lick and suck. Having the earphones at my ears was driving me crazy—the sound of wild and rough sex, while in the distance I could barely make out Jack saying, “Yes, that’s so fuckin’ good. That’s it, Dean—deeper!”
I opened my mouth and felt Jack’s dick slide deeper into my mouth. I moaned and grunted as I hadn’t expected this kid to be so thick. My mouth was stretched open, and now he was pulling my head forward to meet his thrusts. His long, rough fingers gripped my hair, his other hand sliding up and down my cock. I was grunting and pulling at my straps, but it was useless. I was held tight. The smell of his pubes was intoxicating. I could not wait to fuck him.
Before I knew it, I took a deep breath, and just like that, Jack’s cock slid past my mouth and down my throat. In that instant, I jerked, but as I did, I felt Jack inserting something in my ass. I was sure it was a small butt plug—I mean, I had seen the pictures. I shook hard; I’d never been fucked before, much less had any toys in there.
The blurry sound of Jack’s voice: “Fuck yeah, I knew he was tight,” he said in triumph. As I was about to struggle, Jack said, “Don’t worry, Dean. I’mma ride that cock nice and rough—just you wait.”
It was the sound in my ears of intense, rough gay sex, the fullness in my mouth, and now the lodged butt plug in my ass that made me surrender. At least, I thought… I’ll be fucking Jack sooner than I had anticipated.
I was being face-fucked nice and hard—all the way out, then all the way in. I was licking and sucking, trying to keep up with the punishment my newly broken-in throat was getting. Just as I was getting used to it, I felt Jack’s strong hands reach for my plug and then click something. “Aaaaaa, fuck!” I groaned as the plug started to vibrate in my ass.
“Fuck yeah, look at that—he’s hard and leaking,” I thought I heard between the grunts and slapping sounds from my earphones. I was writhing, grunting, moaning, and straining at my straps. Another first for me: feeling so powerless but so turned on.
There was no tenderness, no softness or care. Jack was face-fucking me roughly, chasing his release. I was going to try to complain when I heard the “click” from my butt plug, and it went into overdrive.
“Ooooooohhhh shiiiiit!” I let out as Jack power-fucked my throat. “That’s it, slut—get ready to swallow,” Jack’s voice was rough and thick now.
In a swift movement, my head was pinned between the headboard and Jack’s thick cock lodged deep in my throat as I heard Jack grunt and moan, “That’s it! Swallow, Swallow!” He demanded, and I had no choice—swallow or choke. gulp after gulp of cum, three big heavy shots. Then he pulled out, my mouth still open.
I had no time to register what had just happened. I’d swallowed my very first load when I heard:
“Here I come,” then another three shots of cum straight into my mouth. I swallowed. Damn, I thought, this kid is something else—two ejaculations almost back-to-back. Even blindfolded I felt like the room was still moving.
Through the earphones, I heard clicks, and then Jack took hold of my cock and began to pull and tug at my balls while jerking me off. I was in the most exquisite pain. “That’s it, slut—tell me you love it.”
Before I could think, I said, “I love it. Make me cum.” And the kid went into overdrive, working my nuts and cock. I was a mess of delirium, yelling as the voices yelled in my ears, moaning just the same. “Fuck yeah, just like that make work those nuts” i barely registered.
“That’s it, Dean. Show me what a good boy you are,” I heard in the distance, and I began to thrust back as best I could. “Yes, that’s right, slut—show me how much you like it,” his voice now thick and husky.
In a quick move, he dragged me down, brought my legs down, and tied me up again. I opened my mouth, and again his cock was back in. I gurgled but quickly got into the rhythm of sucking and licking. I felt his mouth over my cock, sucking hard and deep. I was lost. I wanted to cum, and I wasn’t going to hold back or wait.
“That’s it, Dean, you fuckin’ cocksucker—I knew you had it in you,” I heard in the distance. As I started to sweat, I felt Jack’s hand reach for the vibrating butt plug, pull it out, and then push it back in roughly. It felt bigger now. I groaned hard, but I couldn’t stop. I was gonna cum, and nothing—not even this new pain—was going to stop me. As Jack pulled out, I yelled in utter ecstasy, “I’m going to cum!”
I felt Jack’s head go down on my cock, take all eight inches deep into his throat as I did my best to thrust. I yelled as I felt the butt plug being absolutely smashed back into my hole now with little restraint. Jack was hammering my ass. It was too late—I was coming.
“Fuck yeah, this hole is tight—it’s never been used,” I heard as I wailed and gargled. I shot three times deep into Jack’s mouth before I heard him yell, “Here it comes—swallow it all, bitch!” There was a pang of anger, but I was too far gone. I swallowed and swallowed as Jack continued his assault on my ass, my legs shaking with every thrust of the butt plug.
As I swallowed the last of his cum, I heard him tap something. My earphones went a little higher in volume—noise-cancelling, letting me hear nothing else but distant chatter, then a door closing and opening. I felt Jack take off my earphones and then my blindfold. He was all wet—clearly had jumped in for a quick rinse—and he untied me and kissed me deeply.
He looked at me with innocent eyes. “Did you like it, Dean?”
I shook my head and said, “Well, that was different.”
“I’m gonna say you liked it,” he said with a smile as he reached down to my still-hard cock. “I can’t wait till next week—I’m gonna show you the time of your life,” he said, placing his ass directly over my face. I quickly started to eat him up, biting and licking and probing with my tongue.
He moaned playfully as he took hold of my cock and placed something cold on it. I quickly went soft, and as he moved away, I saw it: I’d been caged! It was a rough plastic composite of some kind. I’d never been caged, but this thing was holding my balls and cock in place. It had a small round keyhole at the base of my pubic hair, so it laid directly over the shaft of my cock.
My fists curled, nails biting my palms. Then his fingers tugged the cage—pain, then a sick jolt of pleasure. My traitorous cock strained against plastic fuck!—when he calmly and seductively said, “I want all those loads on Friday—no excuses.”
I quickly relaxed. A week? I could do this, I thought.
“Friday,” I said sternly. “There’s gonna be lots of fucking going on,” I said with a smirk.
“You don’t even know the half of it,” Jack said seductively. “Now, let’s get you in the shower.”
I walked into the shower, and as I rinsed, I heard Jack talking again. Work, I thought—they really work him at this quick mart.
“Do you mind cleaning these?” he said, handing me two butt plugs before walking out.
I was frozen for a moment.
The first plug fit snug in my palm. The second—Jesus—made my hole clench in memory.
The first was small and solid black, the insertable part about an inch thick and two and a half inches long. But the second… well, it was bigger and thicker—two inches thick at the tip and four inches long with a wide end.
As I stared at them, comparing them in my hand, I was shocked. These had been in my ass? I asked myself.
Involuntarily, my cock stirred in my tight plastic cage. No way these were in me, I thought. I took the smaller plug and slowly pushed it into my hole. It fit tightly—there was little pain, but nothing I couldn’t manage. I winced as I pulled it out and looked at the other, much bigger plug, imagining the pain I’d felt as Jack pulled it out and roughly pushed it back in.
I took it and just shook my head. “Well, I wanted new experiences,” I said out loud.
I washed them and set them on the sink counter. I dried off and walked out to Jack waiting in the living room, wearing a sheer pair of jocks, his skin glistening perfectly. He came over and gave my cage a nice tug, which actually made me yelp.
“Good,” he said. “I want all that just for me. I can’t wait for Friday,” he smiled, pulling me onto the sofa facing the window, spreading my cheeks, and beginning to tease my hole with his tongue—just small circles and flickers. I felt a shiver run through me, then pain as the cage held me in place.
Jack noticed, so he just smiled and proceeded to help me dress. I noticed my underwear was gone again, but I ignored it and walked out into the night, feeling different and uneasy with a tight-fitting cage holding me in place.
It was late—early Saturday morning now, around 3 a.m. As I walked back to my car, I heard sounds that caught my attention—the unmistakable noise of bodies slapping together, of grunting and fucking. Silently, I followed the sounds. Couldn’t help but look.
Behind the trash bins behind the bar, two men were illuminated by the backlights.
There was one man on all fours. He was small in stature. His apron pooled on concrete. Above him, a mountain of muscle pistoned forward—straps digging into his back, balls slapping skin, and by the sound of the small bottom’s grunting and begging, it was the bartender Alan. He was on all fours, facing away from me, getting absolutely pounded.
“Yes, fuck me, daddy!” he squealed as the hulking guy behind him was grinding away, pounding into the kid hard and fast. The slaps of their bodies were intoxicating.
“That’s it, slut—take my cock!” the big guy yelled at the boy, who was moaning like a wild beast, slurring some words of submission. Alan was fucken drunk, no doubt about that. I looked on from the shadows as I noticed the big guy’s bulging muscles, his muscular legs and back revealing a big, round ass. As the big guy swayed back to power-thrust forward, his balls swayed between his legs.
“You like your first fuck, boy?” the voice grunted.
“Fuck…” the kid slurred again.
“That’s a tight hole you have,” the big man grunted. It was the way the top was power-fucking that made me focus on the hint of his back… it was a harness. The big guy had perfectly framed shoulders, the straps encasing his back and upper body.
my hard-on started to cause me pain, but I could not look away.
“I’m coming!” Alan yelled with no regard to who might hear him. He wsa too drunk and too horny to care.
“I’m coming too, bitch!” the big guy grunted. I looked on in disbelief as the big guy moved forward slightly, grabbing his balls and shoving each one into Alan’s hole, power-fucking till he came, yelling and grunting hard into Alan’s quivering exposed body.
I saw as the big guy pulled the small guy’s hair, making his head rise up uncomfortably. “Did you like getting fucked for the first time, slut?”
The boy said, “Yes,” in total surrender. “What’s my name, slut?” the big guy asked, his cock and balls still buried in the guy’s ass. “fuck me Dave,” he slurred and moaned.
My caged dick ached. Not from jealousy—from the sound of Alan’s surrender. The way Dave growled, “Take it,” like he owned him. I palmed myself through the cage, hating that I wondered: Is this how Jack sees me?
I got up and quickly ran to my car, that was Dave fucking the shit out of the bartender Alan.
I felt like I was making my great escape. I got in the car, and with the lights off, I drove out into a side street. Only after did I turn on my lights and drive into the dark night.
Shit, I thought. I was fuckin’ fantasizing about the big guy, and it was Dave that whole time. Shit, he shoved his balls into the guy.
The ache between my legs was relentless—my cock straining against the cage, dripping despite myself. I stumbled into my apartment, desperate to wash away the night, but the cold shower did little to quiet my thoughts.
Because the truth clawed at me: Alan’s submission, Dave’s dominance—it mirrored my own surrender to Jack that night. Maybe being open to new experiences was not all it was cracked up to be.
Still no lie I had enjoyed myself with Jack. I was going to use his pretty body and make him pay, a whole night pounding him senses …yesss I hissed my cock straining at its cage.
