“I know, sweet angel, and so you shall be.” Day kissed Goldie’s hip before rising from the bed. He went to the bedside table to open the drawer, and he frowned when he looked inside.
Goldie wasn’t sure what Day was hoping to find, but there wasn’t much except for an old phone charger, some loose change, and another unopened bottle of lube. He’d had condoms in there a while back, but he’d thrown them out once they expired. “Baby? What is it?”
Day didn’t answer him, and he walked around the room, opening drawers and pawing through boxes in the closet. He was definitely trying to find something, although Goldie had no idea what it could be—especially if it was meant to be used as a punishment.
“What is this?” Day asked suddenly.
“Huh?” Goldie craned his head back to see what Day was asking about.
From the closet, Day had dragged out a large plastic pickle. It was attached to a small wooden base with a bronze plaque.
“That’s my Real Dill award,” Goldie replied with a laugh. “They used to give it out to wrestlers who didn’t break kayfabe.”
“Break what?”
“Kayfabe. Staying in character.” Goldie smiled. “It’s basically an Oscar for wrestlers. I got two, but Purrcy broke the other.”
“Fear not.” Day smiled back, but his was absolutely wicked as he stalked back to the bed. “I will be very careful with it.”
“What?” Goldie grunted as he rolled over onto his back. His pulse sped up, and his eyes widened as it dawned on him what Day was up to. “You can’t be serious.”
“Yes. I can be.” Day kneeled between Goldie’s legs with the pickle, and he picked up the lube. “Spread yourself for me.”
“You’re gonna stick that thing in my ass?” Goldie stared at the pickle, and he laughed reflexively.
The pickle was at least ten inches long, and as if that wasn’t intimidating enough, it was a very girthy pickle. It was as thick as a soda can, and Goldie hadn’t gone for anything even close to that since the last time he’d been fisted.
Christ.
His stomach clenched with a mix of trepidation and excitement, and he watched Day lubing up the statue with a sly little smile. Goldie’s hands were shaking as he reached down to grab his cheeks, bending his knees and presenting his ass to Day even as his mind screamed at him to stop this insanity at once. “I don’t think I can do this, sir.”
“Shush now.” Day dropped down, lying with his chest on the bed, and he kissed the underside of Goldie’s thigh. “Yes, you can. You’re going to be so good for me and take your punishment. Then I’ll lay my seed in you.”
“Day.” Goldie whined, shaking his head in protest. “Baby, please.”
“Quiet, my angel.” Day rubbed his fingers against Goldie’s asshole. He pushed two in right away, thrusting hard. He seemed satisfied after a few slams, and then he added a third.
Goldie groaned as Day hit resistance, and he reminded himself to breathe. It absolutely felt like a punishment now with the way Day was fucking his hole, and every twirl of his fingers made him whimper. He reached up to hold the headboard, focusing his strength there so that the rest of his body would relax.
“Behold,” Day murmured, “your body is giving up all of its treasures to me. How beautiful you are, angel, open and wanting of something to fill you…”
Goldie could only moan in response, a breathy sound born from the back of his throat as his hole stretched around Day’s thrusting fingers. His heartbeat was thudding heavily where his body was being opened up, and his stomach flexed as he tried to keep his head up to watch.
He wished he could see what Day did right now, though Day himself was a spectacular vision worth appreciating—his brow furrowed in concentration, his full lips parted in a lush pout as he panted, and his eyes gleaming with sinful delight at what he was doing to Goldie’s hole.
“G-god… baby… that’s so good.” Goldie had to drop his head down as it had become too heavy with sensation to hold up now. He was hot, his lips and nose tingling, and he couldn’t believe howopenhe was. His hole was surrendering to Day’s long fingers, and he didn’t even know how many Day had inside of him now.
All he could think and feel waspressure, his body reeling from the sheer intensity, and he rocked his hips down in search of a way to counter it.
Day bit his inner thigh.
“Oh! Fuck!” Goldie jerked in surprise, gasping at the sharp press of teeth striking such a sensitive area of skin. “F-fuck, baby!”
“Don’t move, angel,” Day commanded. “Not until I give you leave to.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” Goldie tightened his grip on the headboard. “I just had to, I have to… mmm, I have to do something. It’s making me crazy.”
“Breathe for me, my angel,” Day said sweetly. “You’re nearly ready.”
