Chapter 6

CHAPTER SIX

I 'm not going back.

I repeat those four words on a regular basis. Every day when I get up, I say them. When I jack off, replaying what happened with Hades, I say them. When I go to bed, I say them. A hundred times a day, I say them.

I'm not going back.

I didn't like it.

Those four words are even harder for me to say convincingly. Because the truth is that I did. I didn't want to like it is much closer to the truth. I've convinced myself that the only reason I got off so hard on it was because it's so unusual for me to wind up on the bottom. It was the novelty of the situation.

What I love is the fight, and the winding up on top. That's how things usually go. The odd time it's not and this was one of those times.

So there's no reason for me to go back because we're not closely matched, and the fight will always wind up with me on the bottom and I'm not a bottom boy.

Mind you, Hades's cock is a thing of beauty, but it's not like he's even going to fuck me with it. I have to "build up to it." What a load of bullshit. I can't even really say that convincingly. It's a fucking huge cock. And some stupid part of me, deep at the back of my brain insists that I should give it a go.

I just need to get laid. Properly. As in pounding into someone else's ass until we both shoot our loads and then never seeing him again. Simple, uncomplicated fucking. So why has it been two weeks and I've yet to close the deal with anyone? I've been to bars. I've been to nightclubs. I've been to the gym. I've scoped guys out, but there's always a reason to reject them.

After this long, I have to consider it's not them, it's me. And it is. I'm being ridiculous, suddenly having standards I'm insisting on adhering to. I mean, I really should just fuck the next cute thing that approaches me and wipe Hades out of my mind. I really should. Because I'm not going back.

I say it several times on the bus that I eventually get off of in front of the big glass high-rise. I got more than one look from the other passengers the two times I said it out loud. I just ignored them.

I'm not going back. I'm the only one in the elevator and the words echo around the space. I say it again. Louder this time. Even more echo-y. But the elevator still opens up on the thirteenth floor. The same guy is sitting behind the desk, and he looks up, smiles at me.

I press the button to close the doors and then the G for ground.

I. Am. Not. Going. Back.

Maybe I mean it more now that I made it five words instead of four.

When the elevator hits the ground floor, and the doors open, I stare out past the lobby to the street. All I have to do is step out and walk across the marble floors to the doors, and I can go right and walk away from here.

I step out of the elevator. I take two steps.

You know you want to go back .

That fucking voice in my head just won't quit.

Growling, I stop. If the elevator doors have closed, I'm out of here. I spin around and there's the elevator, the space left by the open doors like a giant mouth, waiting to swallow me up.

If they close while I'm standing here, I'll leave. I watch for a moment, and then a moment more. The doors are not closing. The elevator is just sitting there, waiting for me to step on and press the button for the thirteenth floor. It wants to deliver me to the Giving Place.

Fuck it. I'm going back. But just this once to prove to myself that it wasn't nearly as good as I've made it out to be in my head. And then I can leave, knowing I don't need to go back.

I get into the elevator and mash the button with the thirteen on it.

I change my mind at least another three times while I'm whisked up, and yet somehow, when the doors once again slide open on the thirteenth floor, I get out of the elevator and head for the doors.

The guy behind the desk gives me that warm smile again, as if he hadn't just seen me five minutes ago.

"Welcome back," is all he says, and I hear the slight buzz of him unlocking the doors.

I grab the handles and pull both the doors open at the same time and stalk down the hall toward the big lounge at the end of it.

It doesn't even occur to me that Hades might not be here until I'm standing at the entranceway, looking around and not seeing a single person that I recognize.

Fuck a duck. Why exactly did I come back again?

I turn on my heel, ready to march right back down the hall and out for good this time, only to come face to chest with… I look up, and up, and sure enough it's Hades.

He smiles. "Good evening, Cal."

Damn it, I hadn't imagined that sexy, smoky voice. It rolls down my spine like a sure caress.

My only reply is a grunt. I'm pissed off at him; he got under my skin and I can't shake the need to be here, to give the best I can and to take whatever he dishes out.

One of his eyebrows goes up at my less than polite reply, but I am not in the mood. I grab his hand and tug him around, marching down the hallway. The fact that I have no idea which of these doors is his only occurs to me when we've passed a half dozen of them already, but I refuse to slow down or to ask him.

What is it about him that turns me into an idiot?

My headlong rush past the doors comes to an abrupt halt when he turns at his and tugs me up against his side. He doesn't say anything, though, which helps ease some of my ire.

As soon as we're in his place and he shuts the door, I push him with all my might, shoving him hard up against the door.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I demand.

"You were there, you know exactly what I did."

I shake my head. "You drugged me or something. I can't get you out of my head."

"It's no fun if I have to drug you," he tells me.

I grunt because I get that. Who wants a lover who just lies there? Fucking is not a solo sport.

"Well, I'm having you this time," I tell him.

"You can try."

"I'm going to do more than try." I push against him and grab his head, tugging it down and unceremoniously latching our mouths together. He tastes even better than I remember.

For a few minutes, I think I've got him. I push him hard against the door again, and he lets me. I own this kiss, devouring his mouth, and he only pushes back a little, his tongue tangling with mine, but still in his mouth. I start grinding against one thick thigh, putting sweet pressure on my erection, on my balls.

Then he grabs my arms and turns us, putting me up against the door, his tongue suddenly invading my mouth as he takes over the kiss.

Fuck yes! This is what I wanted, to have to fight for every inch I get.

Now he's the one devouring my mouth and his thigh is grinding against my cock, the friction somehow even better like this.

Fuck. I want to climb him like a tree and rub against him until I get off. I growl and push against him, getting myself peeled off the back of the door. We shift and stumble, pushing at each other randomly. Or at least I think it's randomly until he gives me a harder shove and I go down, landing on the mattress.

I rise up, supporting myself with my elbows as I take in the fact that we're now in his bedroom. I turn my glare on him. "You planned this."

"I didn't even know you were coming today."

I shake my head and growl. "Not that. I mean us winding up on the bed."

He snorts. "That was all you, baby boy."

"Not a boy!" I know what he means when he says it and I'm not. I'm not submissive. At all. And yet here I am, even though I know I'll wind up bottoming for him again.

I'm going to make him work for it, though.

Hades doesn't answer me, he just smiles and climbs onto the bed, sitting with his ass on my crotch, his crazy big cock pressed along my abs. I lick my lips. I can't help it. I want to know what it's like, to feel it inside me. I don't know what's wrong with me—he has me all twisted up, wanting shit like that.

Leaning in, he licks at the skin behind my ear, making me shiver. Then he whispers, "I've got more dildos." He ends the sentence with a nip to my earlobe and I shudder at the unexpected sharp pain. I drop my head back and close my eyes, panting slightly.

"So?" It's all bravado. Truth is I'm down for it. Down to do whatever training it is he thinks I need so I can take that motherfucking beast between his legs. Once I've had him, proven I can take him, then I'll be able to walk away and never come back.

"So do you want to come choose the ones we're going to use tonight?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely not." I might be here, I might know how this is going to end, but I'm not choosing any dildos or begging for anything, not even his cock.

"You do have the filthiest mouth." He then proves that's not a problem for him by taking my mouth and kissing me until I can barely breathe.

I collapsed down onto the bed, and he follows, tongue fucking my lips, my hips echoing the movements, thrusting up against him.

When he pulls away and stands up, my body heaves up toward him, trying to follow him, and I try hard not to, but I whimper. He keeps moving away, though, over to that damned wardrobe of his, full of wild sex toys.

He throws the doors open and looks around. "More nipple clamps? Or should we just pierce your nipples?"

I shake my head. No fucking way. My nips are sensitive enough that if they were pierced it would make me crazy all the time. Though it would look sexy outlined in the tight T-shirts I wear for work. I shake my head again, though. I'd be hard all the fucking time.

"Just the clamps then."

I groan, but I don't say no, do I?

"I'm not going to bind your prick this time. You can come and come and come until you haven't got a drop left in you."

"Like you're that good."

"Oh, I am," he drawls the words out as if daring me to deny them.

I can't because he's fucking right. At least based on my last experience he is.

"Okay. I think we're going to go with three today. We're going to start with the one that's the same size as the biggest one you took last time, even though it has been two weeks since you were last stretched." He looks at me and shakes his head. "You're just lucky I'm not deciding we have to start at the beginning again."

"Been there, done that," I shoot back.

He tosses the first dildo he's chosen onto the bed. It's bright blue but aside from that, it's shaped like an ordinary cock, nothing more. I'm kind of disappointed. This is the best he can do?

"It has a button that makes it cold," he tells me, lips curling up into a wicked grin.

Damn. That seems… I don't know. Counterintuitive to making me get off. I guess we'll see, but I know I've never had the urge to shove ice up my ass. Like ever.

He tosses another one onto the bed, this one is a little bit bigger with plastic fingers just at the very tip. That's going to play havoc with my gland, I can already tell. So can my cock. It's leaking enough there's a wet spot on my jeans now.

The third one is big. Bigger than my cock, probably bigger than any cock I've ever taken. Not as big as him, though.

"So those three and then you?"

"Those three tonight. There are still more before me. You'll get them next time you come."

"Nope, I'm not coming back again. We're going all the way tonight."

"No. If you want this," he grabs his prodigious erection through his leathers, "You'll have to play the game my way."

Bastard. That shouldn't turn me on more, but it does.

I can't let that be the last word, though, after all, I'm not fighting him on the bottoming this time, am I? "We'll see."

"We will." He comes back to the bed, holding my gaze as he begins popping the buttons on my shirt. He opens it, and then undoes the top button of my jeans and pulls down my zipper. Yanking out my cock, he strokes it a few times before stepping back. "Strip."

No, I'm not doing that. He's going to have to take my clothes off himself.

He opens his leathers, undoing the ties and exposing the flap that keeps that monster at bay. Then he tugs it out and strokes himself, watching me all the while.

Fuck. My balls are aching so bad and my cock is so hard and trying to get even harder.

We stare at each other for so long, Hades simply stroking himself and me just starting up at him. Damn it.

Growling, I sit and shrug out of my shirt, then lean back again and work my jeans down, kicking them off along with my shoes. I was going commando again, so there's no underwear to deal with.

"Happy now?"

"The socks, too."

I narrow my eyes, but he just keeps jacking and that's my fucking prize—and since when did I consider taking a giant cock up my ass a prize? —since meeting him, that's since when.

I yank my socks off and toss them in the same direction the rest of my clothes went.

"Good boy."

"Not—"

He puts his finger across my lips, stopping the words, and all I can do is lick at the pre-come on it, that tingle just like I remembered, too. He pushes his finger into my mouth, and without even giving it a thought, I start sucking, pulling on it, taking every single bit of flavor in.

He tugs his finger out and slides it across the head of his prick, then brings it back and I take it in just like that, eager for the strong burst of flavor.

"What kind of lube should we use tonight?" I'm not sure he's asking for my input or if he's just talking to himself, then he looks at me, one eyebrow raised.

I shrug. Does it matter? I mean, I suppose it does, the warming stuff he used last time was pretty neat.

"Maybe the spicy one," he says, still watching me.

"Spicy?" It's my turn to raise an eyebrow. I'm sure as hell not going to be tasting it so I don't know how that's relevant.

"It's like the warming one I used last time only more."

"More?"

"More heat, more spark, more intense."

I'm not sure I can survive more intense than last time, but I'm not going to be saying no. It wouldn't do any good anyway, 'cause he's so much bigger than me so he can do what he wants to me, right? Right. That's what I keep telling myself.

"No opinion?"

"Why bother? You're just going to do what you want anyway."

"Which is what you want."

I bristle, but I can't say that he's wrong and I won't admit that he's right.

Instead, I get up off the bed. "I'm going home. I don't know why I came back."

I push past him, and he grabs me and tosses me back onto the bed like I weight nothing more than a pillow. Glaring, I move to get up again, and this time, he goes back to his wardrobe. Disappointed, I grab my clothes. If he's going to let me go, I'm fucking going.

Before I can make it a step, he pulls my clothes out of my hands and tosses them on the floor. Then he tosses me just as easily back onto the bed yet again.

He grabs my hands and wraps one of the leather ties I didn't see him grab around my right wrist, then attaches that to the bedpost. He does the same thing with my left before moving onto my feet.

The leather he ties around my ankles is longer and he ties them to the posts at the foot of the bed, leaving me spread eagle in the middle. Jokes on him, though, because he can't get to my ass like this.

As if he knows what I'm thinking, he does something with the knots and the leather, then pushes my feet to my ass, and my knees out to the side. It opens my ass to him, while still leaving me bound to the bed. I yank at the bindings, pulling with my arms, but there's no give. I'm stuck right where I am, and he can do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I'm at his mercy.

My traitorous cock is dripping pre-come like a faucet. Hades runs his finger through the puddle of it on my belly and then sucks his finger clean. I hump the air and whimper. It's not fair, how fucking sexy he is.

Then he squeezes his own cock and gathers the pre-come from his slit and rubs it on the tip of my cock. The tingling lights up every nerve in my cockhead, and I slam my head back, hips pumping harder than ever. He gathers more of his own pre-come and pushes it into my slit this time, making me howl. It's more intense than the penis plug from last time and I sink into the sensation.

I never even thought about my slit as a sexual thing in the past, but Hades is showing me that there's a whole area of sensitivity there that has been ignored. I shake my head. Not going to contemplate it, I'm just going to let him do what he does and then I can go home and go back to normal.

Finally, he gathers more of his come up on his thumb, then presses it into my hole. It's better than that vibrating plug, that's for sure. Just pure sensation. Catching my breath, I pump my hips, trying to get more of his thumb inside me, but I don't have much leverage in this position, and he's got his free hand on my belly now, holding me in place.

"The lube isn't as good as me, but it's close."

Until this moment, I'd forgotten about the whole spicy lube conversation. I lick my lips. He's only used a few drop of his come on me and it's turning me inside out. What's a bunch of lube that's similar going to be like? I close my eyes and breathe. I remind myself that I'm just going with the flow. Let him do it, take the pleasure and get my orgasms in. That's what I'm here for.

He swats my cock sharply with his hand. "Pay attention."

"I was!"

"Oh, really. What did I say?"

"Uh… the lube is spicy and so's your come." That was the general gist of it, right?

"And?"

Oh, shit, he's right. I got into my own head there and lost track of things.

I shrug because I don't have an answer for him.

He chuckles. "You were only partly paying attention. I didn't say anything else, boy."

I glare at him. "Bastard."

He nods. "That's why you came back."

I don't have anything to say to that because I'm sure as hell not going to agree, even if he is right.

This lube is super liquidy, like baby oil, and he pours some onto his fingers, but over my body, so the drops that slide off his fingers land on my hips, my cock, my inner thighs. He's got to be being so messy on purpose, the amount of overflow he's getting.

Each time a drop of it lands, it's like a bee sting and the tingly heat spreads out from the drop.

Before I connect that sensation with the lubricant on his fingers, he pushes two into me. Fuck, that's hot and tingly and spreads out from my insides through my body. He fingerfucks me twice, then adds more lube and that increases the sensation. I drop my head back and pant slightly, trying not to go off right here and now.

I want to, though. My cock is hard and my balls are aching and between the pre-come he pushed into my cock slit and the lube he's using now, there is heat and tingles everywhere. Even my balls have that lube on them now and it rachets up my need.

I pump my hips restlessly as well as I can.

"You want me to get to the dildo already, don't you?"

I refuse to answer that, but my traitorous body humps up harder at his words, damn it.

He's grinning, that smile that promises much wickedness, as he grabs the bright blue dildo and gets it coated in the lube. Then he places it against my hole.

"Take it in," he orders.

I shake my head. I'm not going to do that.

"Can't. I'm all tied up."

He shifts how he's holding the dildo against me. "Do it," he orders.

I shake my head again, but my ass is shifting and I hump toward the thing as best I can. With his help, I take it in about halfway like that, and he nods approvingly.

"Good boy."

I wish I could say I hate it when he says that, but deep down, I don't, so there's extra growl on the words as I remind him, "Not a boy."

He doesn't bother replying. He pushes the dildo into me all the way, then pulls out to pump me with it a few times. It's as big as the last one from when I was here before and that was two weeks ago and all I've had for prep is a tiny bit of fingerplay with just two of his fingers, so I can feel the stretch and it comes with an ache. I won't mention that it's making me hot.

"Don't worry," he tells me, leaving the thing hanging halfway out of my ass so it pulls weirdly, the tip of it pressing against the top of my inside walls. "I haven't forgotten the nipple clamps."

Well I had and now that he's mentioned them, my nips go rock hard like they're trying to get his fucking attention. Like I said, my body is traitorous. I settle for glaring as he grabs the first clamp.

He's still grinning, though, totally unperturbed as he grabs my right nipple. His grin widens. "I don't even have to get it ready for the clamp."

I decide not to say anything to that, either, because he's right, the anticipation has everything standing at attention.

He puts the little clamp on my right nip, the thing has these little feathers attached to the back of it. He's decorating me. The sensation of being dressed up increases when he puts on the other one and there I am, spread-eagle with feathers coming out of my nipples.

"I have a matching sound," he tells me and stands.

I shake my head, but while I think the feathers look ridiculous, I'm not going to tell him not to use anything in my slit. I wish I could tell him I absolutely hated the penis sound he used last time, but we'd both know I was lying.

Before he walks away to the cupboard, he gives the dildo hanging out of me a bop and the things wags up and down, moving in the opposite directions inside me. I shudder and hump a little, trying to get it to stop, but that only increases the movement and puts it slightly off-kilter. I whimper, but he's back at his wardrobe, searching for a damned feather-topped penis plug.

"Aha!" He comes back with the thing, looking pleased with himself. "You're going to be so pretty."

I settle for glaring at him again, but the truth is that I want him to find me good-looking, hot. I want him to want me. As much as I don't want to want him, I do. Desperately even. So he sure as hell better be wanting me, too.

He kneels over me and pumps his huge prick a few times, then gathers up the pre-come, using it to slick up my slit. Fuck. I shudder, and that gets the dildo inside me moving again and I'm going to just explode any second now.

Then, making sure I'm watching first, he slowly puts the penis plug in his own cock. I just about short out and hump the air, come pouring from me, splashing over my belly.

He hums and takes the plug out and I can see that it's shining with his pre-come. Then he grabs my cock, squeezing it to make my slit the right shape for the plug before he slides the thing right into me. It's slick with his pre-come and it slides right in and I'm panting and trying to stay still and catch my breath at the same time.

Then he lets go and rubs my own come into the skin of my belly. Looking down, I can see his hand on me—so big and so hot—and I can see the ridiculous sound with its feathers at the tip of my cock, matching the feathers on the nipple clamps.

"Feathers…" I shake my head.

"Like it's Mardi Gras." He gives me a wink. "Next time, I'll make sure to have beads for you, too."

"I've already shown you my tits." Look at me, putting together words that actually make sense.

Putting his head back, he laughs, a genuine, happy sound and wow. That brings the sexy up even further somehow.

Then he gets up and goes back to his wardrobe of sexual wonders and grabs something out of it. He comes back and sets it on my belly. It looks like a pearl necklace—if pearls were black —but the pearls at one end are small, first one about the size of a marble, and then they get gradually bigger until the last one, which is about the size of my fist.

"Anal beads."

Is there any perversion this guy doesn't know and have the tools for?

"I think we'll use these instead of the second dildo tonight. I'd go with them right away, but you haven't experienced everything the one in your ass can do yet."

Yeah, the cold thing. I'm still pretty skeptical about that.

"Bring it on," I tell him, all bluster and bravado. I mean it, though. I can take anything he wants to dish out. I know I can.

"Your wish is my command." He settles between my legs and fucks me with the dildo still hanging out of my ass. Finally. It was making me nuts, just hanging out of me like that, shifting anytime I moved, but not giving me enough .

Soon I'm moving with him, hips humping with his rhythm, taking it in deep, grunting the times that it hits off my gland. I feel my balls draw up tight, the orgasm building in my lower back even though I've just come a few moments ago. This is why I came back, this ability he has to make me need like no one and nothing else ever has. This guttural, deep-seated lizard-brain need that he seems to know just how to trigger.

I'm lost in the rhythm he's setting now, my eyes closed, my mouth open, fingers clenched into fists as I work to push up into the thrusts of the dildo.

Then, without warning, the thing goes ice cold. I dry orgasm, waves of it rolling through my entire body.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The plug warms, then goes cold again, but slowly this time. Then it goes from hot to cold in waves, from bottom to top and down again, and while it's only just sitting in me now instead of moving, it feels like it's still thrusting in and out because of the rolling temperature changes.

Moaning, I keep humping with it, overwhelmed, barely able to breathe.

I cry out when he finally takes it out, feeling empty.

"That was spectacular, baby boy. You're so wonderfully responsive."

I don't even care that he's called me boy. My whole body feels good, and I just lie here, floating on the sensations.

"I'm taking this out, though." He twirls the penis plug inside me, making me moan. "Pretty as you are with it, I did promise to make you come and come until you had no come left inside you and if I keep you plugged up, that can't happen."

I hadn't been complaining, though, had I? Nope, because those dry orgasms are stunning.

I feel the slide of the plug as he tugs it out, the inside of my slit super sensitive, which I guess makes sense—I'd never actually given it much thought before him.

Now both my ass and my cock are empty, and while I never thought I would think this, I think it now—I want them filled. I want him to fill them.

He undoes all the leather binding me to the bed and my eyes narrow. What the fuck? Is he kicking me out? Now? Already?

"Easy, boy, I'm just moving you around. The beads will be so much more fun with your ass up." He then flips me over, his strength undeniable, and settles me with my head on the bed, my knees underneath me, and my ass up.

"I trust I don't need to bind you again."

I don't answer him, but he's right, he doesn't. I'm not going anywhere. Not yet, anyway.

He spreads my knees a little apart, exposing my hole to him. Now I'm all vulnerable again, but the only thing I can think is, fill my ass already ! I don't say the words, but I do jerk my butt back toward him, impatient and needy as fuck.

I never considered myself needy before. Seems there's a lot of things I never thought of before him.

"I've got you," he promises. Then he pushes his thumb into my ass. It's lubed up pretty good, and soon my hole is all slick and slippery again. "And now the beads."

The first one is so small it barely even registers. He presses it against my hole and then it's inside me just like that. The second is more of the same, as is the third, although it's enough larger that I can actually feel it inside me when I clench my ass. The fourth bead is big enough he can leave it sitting right in the entrance to my hole, holding me open. When I squeeze my ass, it pulls the bead in.

"Naughty boy." He swats my ass as he says it, and I clench again around the four beads now inside me.

He drips lube along my crack, the sparkles lighting me up, making me moan. Then he pushes the fifth bead in until it too is sitting there, keeping me stretched open. I can feel how it's bigger, the stretch a little larger. I clench again, and once more the bead pops into me.

"Very naughty boy!"

This time I get two swats, the hits warming my skin differently from the how the lube does.

I wag my ass at him, daring him to try the half-in/half-out move with the next bead.

He goes for it, leaving the sixth bead holding me open again. The stretch is getting bigger now with the larger beads, and it's getting harder to clench down around it, but I manage and the bead is tugged into my body.

He doesn't say anything this time, just tsks and gives my ass cheek three solid hits.

And I am fucking flying. I'm not nearly full enough yet, but the lube and the beads and the swats are all sliding together along with the nipple clamps and the sensations have me floating.

The seventh bead is as big around as the damned cooling plug and it makes me groan as he seats it half in me, holding me open with it. I clamp down around it, but it's not budging. So I try harder, and this time, it shoots back out of me, making me whimper and push back as if that's going to get it back into me.

Hades chuckles and I growl.

"You did it to yourself," he notes, tugging lightly on the beads inside me, only hard enough that I can feel the last one just beginning to stretch me from the inside. I clench hard, refusing to lose it.

Then he feeds the seventh bead back into me, once again, leaving it holding me open. I groan, but I've learned my lesson and I don't clench down around it this time—I want it going inside me and I clearly can't do that on my own anymore; they've gotten too big.

He spanks me several times and the third swat hits across the bead, popping it into me. He spanks me a couple more times for good measure, and my ass cheek is beginning to burn. I don't complain.

The next plug is bigger still and I hiss as he stretches me with it, the sound turning into another whimper when he leaves it at the halfway into me point. I can't remember how many more beads there were when he showed me the thing to start with, but I'm pretty sure I can't take too many more of these. You can die of pleasure, right?

He starts spanking me again, my other cheek at last, and the original one, too. The contrast in the burn between the two is surprisingly erotic. Fuck, everything with his is sexy and hot and mind-bending.

Then his swats include his palm hitting at the bead, only this one doesn't pop right in. It's big enough that it's moving slowly, and it takes three hits before it goes it. As it does, the front beads bump against my gland and I scream as an unexpected climax hits me. I spurt out come all over the bed, my ass working the beads inside me like a milking machine. I swear I can feel each of them as they fill me, from largest to smallest. The bumping against my gland continues as I work the beads and it brings aftershocks, more little spurts of come leaving me.

Little shudders are still rippling through my body when he starts to press the next bead in. It feels way bigger than the last one, like twice the size, though I know that can't be true. He keeps pushing and my body keeps opening to take it, then sure enough, he leaves it partway inside me. I pant, my body stretched uncomfortably open. He taps it a few times and I can feel my body trying to orgasm again, my cock still hard, my balls aching like crazy.

Tap, tap, tap, the movement against the bead making the smallest one repeat the movement against my gland. I shake my head, but he just keeps slowly pushing the thing into me with his continuous tapping and my balls keep tightening. When it finally pushes all the way in, I come again, more spunk shooting out of me.

Every inch of my body is going to ache tomorrow. Every single fucking inch. And when it stops, I'm going to want to come back so he can make it ache again, I just know it.

"Fucking stunning. You need to see this." He gets off the bed and I make a noise that I know means don't leave me. What's worse, I know he knows it too.

He touches the remaining beads that aren't inside me and sets them to swinging, which of course moves all the ones inside me and I'm wagging my ass with the movement. I'm not even sure if I'm trying to get them to stop moving or to swing harder.

It turns out he's only getting up long enough to grab what looks like a phone from his bedside drawer and then he climbs onto the bed again. I'm not sure exactly what he's doing until a few moments later, he holds the phone where I can see it and presses play on a video and there I am, ass filled and wagging, beads along a string hanging out of my hole.

"Look how sexy you are, how hot. I'm keeping this. I'm going to keep it and jack off to it when you're not here." Then he settles behind me again, and I know he's filming more.

I try to stop moving, but I can't. I'm caught in the pleasure, and I just want more. No matter what, I want more.

He feeds the next bead into me and the stretch is huge. It burns, but it's so good and I want it. This time, there's no leaving it half in and half out, but it's such a long, gradual push into me, and I come again once it's finally all the way in, my gland totally mashed, my body wrung out. There's only a few small spurts from my cock, my balls all but empty.

Just like he promised.

Fucker.

Despite having nothing left to give, I want more. I want everything his devious mind can come up with to give me.

I'm not sure I'll survive tonight, but what a way to go.