Noah wanted to beg and scream for something, anything, to fill him again, but Alistair had just thanked him for being patient. He inhaled shakily, and he nodded. “Yes, sir. I, I want to be good.”
“I know you do, but mmm…” Alistair paused. “You were especially rude to me.”
“I’m very sorry, sir. I’m so sorry.”
“You will be.” Alistair was picking something up, and Noah could hear the lube bottle opening again.
Even though his head felt heavy, he had to turn and see what Alistair was doing. He watched him slicking up the thick dildo, and he shuddered. He wasn’t sure what Alistair had planned, but as long as the toy was going in him, he didn’t think it could be that bad.
Alistair lined up the dildo and pushed gently, making soothing little sounds as he worked it in.
Noah moaned, willing himself to relax around the thick toy, and the flash of pain made his teeth click together. Of all their toys, this was one of the biggest, and it would take time to make it fit. He almost regretted the choice now, eager to be filled, and he resisted the urge to push back to speed Alistair along.
He was horny, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew if he tried to rush this, Alistair would stop. He’d pushed enough of Alistair’s buttons tonight, and now he was more focused on trying to come. To accomplish that, he had to behave.
The toy was pushing and pushing, guided by Alistair’s hand in short strokes, and Noah gasped as more thrusted inside of him. He couldn’t tell how far it was, but it felt huge, and he whimpered between desperate pants. Everything was hot and aching, and he spread his legs to ease some of the intense pressure.
Alistair was taking his time, and he was fucking Noah with the toy at a tantalizingly slow pace. “There you go, my good boy. Look at you, giving it up for me so sweetly. You look so especially beautiful when you’re stuffed. Daddy loves how your little hole looks when it’s stretched out like this.”
Every filthy word sent the heat burning inside Noah’s body up to boiling, and he let out another breathless moan. “Thank you, sir… oh, God… thank you…”
“Almost there,” Alistair soothed. “You’re doing such a good job. Ah, ah, there we are.” The toy stopped moving. “You took it all, sweet boy.”
Now that the toy was still, it felt impossibly bigger and uncomfortable. Noah couldn’t help how his hips twitched, desperate for new friction. “Thank you, sir. Now, please… mmm… Can you move it? A little?”
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
“No, sir.” Noah made a face. “It feels weird. I can’t… I need it to move. I need it to do something, please.”
“I think you need to take a deep breath and remember why you’re in this position.” Alistair was smiling. Noah could tell from the sound of his voice. “You were very rude, remember?”
“Y-yes, sir.” Noah gritted his teeth together and tried not to scream. “I’m sorry, sir. I know, I know I was… just… please? Can you please move it? Just a little? Please, sir?”
“I do appreciate it when you use your manners.” Alistair petted Noah’s hip. “Thank you, dear Noah.”
Noah was not prepared for what Alistair did next.
Alistair was holding the base of the toy so that it was fully seated with one hand, and the other came crashing down on the flared base in a fierce smack.
The force pushing the toy so suddenly inside of him knocked all the air from Noah’s lungs, and he choked on nothing trying to let out a stunted moan. Fuck, the new level of pressure was teetering on agony, though it receded quickly.
“Good boy,” Alistair murmured. “Ready for another?”
“Yes, yes, sir.”
The next spanking was as precisely aimed at the base of the toy as the first, and Noah yelped. The pain and pleasure were impossible to separate, and he braced himself against the floor, his insides throbbing from the intimate assault.
He wanted more, so much more, soon begging, “Please! More! Please, sir!”
“Good boy,” Alistair whispered huskily, rearing his hand back for another spank.
The next one tore a louder cry from Noah’s lips, and he swore the damn toy was moving up in his stomach when Alistair popped it like that. Alistair might not have been spanking him that hard, but in such a sensitive place it was like a punch to his gut.
His shoulders pitched forward with the next spank, and his legs gave out. He whimpered, thighs trembling, his hard cock grinding into the floor as he tried to get back up. It was too much, and he whined brokenly. “Sir, I can’t… oh, God… Daddy. It’s too much. It’s too fuckin’ much.”
Alistair allowed Noah to stay as he was, and he pressed his shoe down between Noah’s legs, pushing on the toy.
Noah sobbed, but he couldn’t get away. He found himself grinding back on Alistair’s shoe, seeking the friction he needed so desperately. He was splayed out on his stomach with his legs spread, shamelessly humping the floor as he moaned, “God, yes… sir, please… mmm, please.”
