In the reflection of the mirror, Rabbit could see him fiddle with something a second before the snapping of the cap to the lube came. He frowned, his eyes then going wide when his pants were tugged down to his knees, and then he felt the solid press of something at his entrance.
With a quick pump, Baikal speared two of his fingers into his hole, stretching the unprepared muscle.
“What are you doing?” Rabbit demanded, frantic now. He tried to straighten but Void slammed him back down so he was left leaning over the table with his ass in the air between them.
He removed his fingers but didn’t leave him empty for long.
Rabbit cried out as a plug larger than the first was forced into him, the sharp stabbing pain enough to have his already watering eyes leaking even more. Tears ran like rivers down his cheeks as he clawed at the surface in an attempt to get away from that invading object settling inside of him.
Baikal adjusted the t-shaped base, sure it was snug and secure, and then he hummed in approval and gave a single light slap to Rabbit’s right cheek. “I planned on going easier on you, but we ran out of time. How’re you feeling?”
“Awful!” Blindly he reached back, intent on pulling it out, only to have his wrist captured and pinned to his lower back.
Baikal growled in warning, waiting until Rabbit found his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. “Be good, or I’ll make you go out there looking like this, little bunny. One glance at you and even the most naïve of people would easily be able to tell you’ve had a cock stuffed between your lips.”
Rabbit shuddered, not liking that image at all, but also still uncomfortable from the stretch and the burn of the plug. It felt like it was a lot bigger than the first one, the flared base forcing him open to the point of pain. Now that he’d had some experience, he was aware that any discomfort would subside within a few minutes but…
“I have to be on stage,” he said, voice shaky and weak. “Void. Please.”
“Are you begging to have the toy removed,” Baikal slipped his hand lower, running the tips of his fingers over Rabbit’s swollen shaft, “Or begging for me to take care of this before you go out there?”
Frantically, he shook his head. The knock on the door had come at least two minutes ago. He needed to clean up his face. He couldn’t—
“Please,” he tried again. “Don’t make me go out there like this.”
Baikal tipped his head, clearly thinking it over before it must have clicked for him. “Ah. You’re afraid of standing up on stage while hard for me.”
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Do you really think I’d allow anyone else to see you like this, little bunny?” Baikal crooned. “I already took care of that for you. There’s no need to fear being seen. So long as you keep this,” he gave one solid pump to Rabbit’s dick then released him altogether, “in check, no one will know.”
Void stepped back, but Rabbit remained where he was, panting and out of sorts. With a click of his tongue, Baikal tugged up his pants and spun him around, snapping them and redoing the zipper. Then he fixed the collar of his white shirt and tugged at the lacy material so it was flowy around his center. Untucked it did a good job of shielding his front. Pulling a couple of tissues from the box, he got to work on Rabbit’s face, cleaning him up with a level of skill he wouldn’t have guessed a Brumal Prince to have.
Once he was finished with that, Baikal gave him a lengthy check, nodding to himself.
“Hold the instrument in front of you until you make it there so none of the staff catch a glimpse when you pass by,” Baikal ordered, grabbing the beiska as he spoke. He shoved it into Rabbit’s hands then went for the door, opening it before Rabbit could process the speed at which everything was taking place and put a stop to it.
Out in the hall, a fellow student with a headset on had their hand lifted as though they’d been about to knock. When the door opened and they saw Baikal, they gasped, but then quickly recovered and cleared their throat, glancing at Rabbit.
“You’re going to be late,” the female student said, stepping back and motioning for Rabbit to hurry up and follow.
He hesitated and she frowned at him, her lips pursing in obvious annoyance.
Baikal turned, blocking her from Rabbit’s view, and leaned in to whisper words only he could hear against the curve of his ear. “No more surprises, little bunny. Go out there and play. I won’t interfere any further than this.”
Some of his composure returning—despite the overly full sensation between his cheeks—Rabbit managed to send him a glare.
“It’s too late to take it out now,” Baikal chuckled, winking for good measure. Then he stepped to the side and waved an arm. “Get hopping.”
The female student, having heard that part since he’d said it loud enough, chortled, paling when that received a dark look from Baikal.
Not wanting to give him any more opportunity to mess with him further, Rabbit did as he was told.
Praying no one noticed if he was walking slightly funnier than usual.
Chapter 16:
“It’s this way,” the female student he didn’t know the name of waved him in a direction Rabbit wasn’t used to going, bowing her head in slight annoyance when he hesitated.
