Ty walked into his bedroom, surprised to find another box on his bed. He heard Spencer come up behind him and started to perspire.
“Forgot to mention, I got you something else.” He was now standing so close that Ty could feel the heat from his skin before Spencer pressed his bare chest against Ty’s back.
Spencer slowly walked around him and sat on the edge of Ty’s bed, handing him the box. With trembling hands, Ty took the lid off of it. Inside was an odd-shaped, bright blue object, only a few inches long. It had a rounded end then became narrow in the center before the other end came back out wide on either side. He looked at Spencer, confusion clear on his face.
“It’s a butt plug.” Spencer’s smile lit up his face, obviously proud of where he was now taking this. “I expect you to wear it to bed tonight. I figured, since you were being such a smart ass, I’d give you something to plug it up.” He winked and Ty’s mind was racing.
“See, as your punishment, I was going to make you go to bed just like that.” He pointed to Ty’s hard cock. “And I wasn’t going to let you come until morning, with this little baby making you absolutely crazy,” he said, referring to the plug Ty now held in his hand. “But after the good job you did in the bathroom, I figure you redeemed yourself.”
“So, you’re not going to make me wear this?” A combination of relief and disappointment washed over him.
“Oh, no, you’re going to wear it”—Oh my God—“but like I said, I’m going to reward you first. Instead of going to bed with an erection as solid as this one,” Spencer said, running one fingertip down the length of Ty’s cock, making him inhale sharply, “I’m gonna let you take care of it first…while I watch.”
The room suddenly seemed smaller. Ty had never jacked off in front of anyone before. You’ve never let another guy fuck the hell out of your mouth before either, so does it really matter now? The growing ache in Ty’s cock told him to sit down, shut up, and stroke that fucking thing until it sang.
Spencer stood up and took a seat in the chair over in the corner. Ty untied the loincloth, pulled back the covers, and lay down naked in the center of his bed. His heart was pounding in his chest, but Spencer’s eyes on him had him so turned on he didn’t care about anything else.
This part he knew. He’d jerked off countless times since he’d hit puberty. Ty squeezed some lube into his right hand and began the familiar stroke of his throbbing cock. It wasn’t going to take him long after everything else he’d already done tonight. Ty closed his eyes, riding out the sensation of warmth moving up and down his shaft.
“Look at me,” Spencer demanded.
Jesus. The command had Ty’s body singing as his eyes shot open, focusing on Spencer as heat began to build. Perspiration dripped down Spencer’s left temple; he was just as turned on as Ty. Spencer held his eyes as he slowly unzipped his own jeans. Ty didn’t know where to look anymore. He wanted to listen to the orders, to keep eye contact with Spencer—but man did he want to watch as Spencer pulled his cock out. A moment of weakness had him glancing down, watching as Spencer slowly stroked his own cock.
“Eyes, Ty.”
Ty’s eyes shot back up to Spencer’s as Spencer licked his own palm then began stroking his dick again. Ty had never wanted to come so badly in his entire life. Heart racing, hand pumping, eyes locked on Spencer’s—but there was a voice inside him saying he needed something more. He held Spencer’s gaze…waiting…listening…
“You can come.”
There it is… Ty released a deep sigh then cried out as spurts of white shot up and landed on his stomach and chest. It dripped down his hand as he squeezed every last drop out of the red slit.
Spencer released his own sigh as his body tensed, and Ty watched in awe as his best friend came, his body trembling. Shit, that had been intense. Ty grabbed a T-shirt from the end of his bed and cleaned up then tossed it to Spencer.
“Now, time to plug up,” Spencer added. “But I don’t think it’ll be something you can do on your own; at least, not the first time. Do you have any condoms?”
“Wait, are we gonna…?” Ty knew he’d eluded to them eventually fucking when they were in the bathroom earlier, but now…
“No, it’s for the plug…to make it easier to remove it in the morning.”
Oh. So, he was serious. I’m wearing this all night.
They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and a rush a warmth surrounded Ty as Spencer, again, studied him as if to see if he was taking things too far. In silent answer, Ty reached a shaking hand over to his nightstand and pulled a condom out of the drawer. When he leaned back against his pillows, Spencer stood and moved over to the end of the bed, pausing before he took each of Ty’s ankles, and…
Holy shit, is he…? He sure the hell is…
Ty could feel his entire body flush as Spencer moved his legs apart, propping each foot up on the bed, exposing Ty to him as he sat on the mattress. A nervous laugh was making its way up—because, what the fuck were they doing?—but when Spencer put some lube on his fingers, and circled them around Ty’s hole, the laugh died in his throat and all logical thought flew out the fucking window. He gripped the sheets when, after a few swipes around his hole, Spencer started to push one finger in. “Fuck.”
“What color?” Spencer asked.
“Huh?”
Spencer’s stopped moving his finger, but he didn’t remove it. “Do you remember all your safewords, Ty?”
Oh. “Yeah…peachy, yellow, and red.”
“Don’t hesitate to use them to stop this. You’re in control here.”
Somehow, just hearing that made the tension leave his body.
“What color, Ty?” Spencer asked again as he resumed the movement of his finger.
Ty thought about it for a minute, felt Spencer’s finger slide in and out of his body. It was uncomfortable, no doubt, but it also created sensations he’d never felt before. He licked his lips and rasped out, “Peachy.”
“Good.” Spencer’s husky voice broke through Ty’s nerves, and Ty visibly saw Spencer relax and release a small, shaky breath.
“Lube the butt plug up good, then put the condom on it, and lube that up too. The slicker the better; it’ll go in easier,” Spencer directed, the dominance in his voice sending chills down Ty’s spine.
Ty picked the thing up and squirted a decent amount of lube on the blue, round head. Embarrassment enveloped him when he looked back down the length of his body at Spencer, knowing the view his best friend was getting. Ty felt more pressure—an uncomfortable and somewhat painful feeling—at his opening and realized Spencer must have added another finger.
Their eyes locked and—“Holy fuck.” Ty’s head flung back on his pillow, his back arching as an unbelievable ecstasy shot throughout his body, lighting up every nerve ending. If he hadn’t just come, he was sure he would have busted a nut with that one.
He waited to feel it again, but no such luck. After a minute of loosening Ty, Spencer took the plug and placed it at Ty’s hole. “Relax. Relax the muscles…even push out a little.”
Listening to Spencer, Ty took a few deep breaths and pushed his muscles out, feeling the plug begin to slide into his clenched hole. The lube helped it to pop past his burning ring. One more push from Spencer, and it was in as far as it would go. The wide bottom stopped it from being swallowed by Ty’s ass.
He felt so full, his cock again becoming hard at the sensation of something inside of him.
Spencer got up and walked to the door. “I’ll be checking tomorrow morning to make sure you didn’t disobey me and come before I gave you permission.” Spencer glanced back over his shoulder and looked at Ty. “Sweet dreams.”
Ty stared at the ceiling, finding it hard to believe all that had happened. In one day, his entire world had changed. This thing up his ass was going to make him remember all night long. He went to turn on his side and was shocked when pleasure coursed through his body again. He trembled, knowing he couldn’t come. How was he going to get any sleep tonight?
Holy shit, he was having a seizure! Ty’s body was rejecting his new-found hobby, and he was having a fucking seizure! He couldn’t die like this! What would his parents say?
Through his state of panic, he heard laughter weaving in and out. My god, he’d finally lost his mind!
“Ty, ride it out, man.” Spencer’s voice broke through the confusion and a sudden wave of ecstasy rolled over him. He wasn’t having a seizure. He was…vibrating?
Ty watched in a dizzy haze as Spencer held up his phone and pressed something on the screen—and with that one press, Spencer kicked everything up a notch.
Ty couldn’t see straight; he couldn’t breathe. Fuck, if he was going to die like this, would he really care what anyone said? He’d be dead—heart stopped from overload of pure, mind-blowing, white-noise-causing shockwaves racing through his body and out his fucking cock. But, oh boy, what a way to go!
Ty’s whole body clenched, he saw stars, and he came with such force it took him a minute to realize he was the one shouting. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, drowning him in bliss. His head fell back against his pillow; he was breathing so hard, he thought he was going to hyperventilate.
“Relax, Ty, relax.” Spencer was stroking his thigh.
When the room stopped spinning, and he finally found his voice, he asked, “Am I dead?”
Spencer snorted a laugh. “No, you’re not dead! Enjoyed that, huh?”
“I’ll let you know once I scrape my brain cells off the ceiling.”
Spencer laughed even harder, running his hand through his dark hair. “Don’t worry, your scream of pleasure was all the answer I need. Didn’t know you could come like that from something up your ass, did ya?”
“Seem to be learning a lot of new things about myself lately.” Ty smiled. He was exhausted from his long night of barely any sleep and his amazing wakeup call once he finally did fall asleep.
Ty vaguely felt Spencer crawling his way up his body; every inch brought Ty closer to regaining normal thought until Spencer was hovering over his face, and Ty’s body was on full alert. “Seems you are, and I intend on showing you so…” Spencer leaned over and kissed Ty’s lips softly, “so...” another kiss, this time lingering a little longer, “much…” his tongue traveled along Ty’s lower lip, tracing it, “more.”
Ty sighed and felt Spencer’s tongue glide into his mouth while his body lowered, and all his weight pinned Ty to the mattress. It felt so normal, so right, and he didn’t want to question it anymore. Except, then a funny thought crossed Ty’s mind, as they tended to do at inappropriate moments.
Pulling away, he smirked. “You do realize you’re completely dressed, right?”
“Is that a problem?” Spencer teased.
“It will be when you realize I have jizz all over my chest.” Ty drove that point home by rubbing his chest up and down Spencer’s crisp, clean shirt. “Hope that wasn’t a favorite.”
“Shit!”
“Uh, uh, you’re not going anywhere now.” Pulling him back down, Ty kissed him again. “Not until you tell me how to get this thing out of my ass.”
Spencer laughed. “Very gently.” He kissed him again before getting up and leaving the room.
After removing the plug as suggested—the condom making it easier than he thought it would be—Ty got up, feeling a slight pain in his ass. “Oh, this is going to be a fun day,” he said to himself as he slowly walked to the bathroom.