“You’re leaking,” he noted with a dark smile. “So eager.”
He stretched the tight ring and slid it over my shaft, and wrestled my balls through it. It snapped into place at the base, cinching everything tight. The pressure was immediate. My cock throbbed, instantly hardening to a painful degree, the blood trapped. The veins popped against the skin, purple and angry. It made me feel displayed. A tool for him to use.
“Now,” Cal said, nodding at the dildo on the bed. “You say you’re scared of my size? Show me what you can take. Prep yourself. I want to watch.”
“You want me to…what?” I said, the color draining from my face.
“I want to sit here,” Cal leaned back on his hands, spreading his legs, “and watch you fuck yourself open for me, baby.”
My breath hitched. I was turned on, god yes, but the anxiety spiked. I had never done this. Not in front of anyone.
“Cal, I…”
“Do it, Silas,” he commanded. “Show me how bad you want it.”
I grabbed the toy and the lube. My hands were trembling. I laid back on the bed, spreading my legs, feeling the cool air on my hole. Cal watched my every move, his eyes dark, tracking the way my hands shook as I applied the lube.
I pushed the toy in. I groaned, my head falling back. “Fuck.”
In seven years, of course I’d gotten myself off like this. I had to. I wanted it, but the idea of another man touching me never felt right; it made me sick to my stomach. I had a dildo of my own back home, but I swore it wasn’t this big either. And if I struggled to handle this piece of silicone, how thefuckwas I going to take Callum?
“Deeper,” Cal coached, his voice low and raspy. “Take it all. Open yourself up for me.”
I worked the toy, sweat beading on my forehead. It felt good, hitting my prostate, but the shame and the arousal of being watched were overwhelming.
“That’s it,” Cal praised. “Look at you… taking it like a good slut.”
Suddenly, Cal stood up. “Stop.”
I froze. He took the toy from my hand.
“Let me,” he growled.
He drove it in. He didn’t have any hesitation. He fucked me with it, finding a rhythm that was punishing and perfect. He hit my prostate hard, making me whine.
“You like that?” he whispered, leaning over me. “You like being used? You like having a big dick stretch you out?”
“Yes,” I whined. “Yes, Fuck.”
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, twisting the toy. “But I’m going to ruin that.”
He got me close, edging me right to the precipice, and then ripped it out. I cried out at the loss, my body clenching on empty air.
“Good boy,” he praised, tossing the toy aside. “Now. Face down. Ass up.”
I scrambled into position, burying my face in the pillows, my ass in the air.
Cal climbed onto the bed behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper. The sound of him spitting into his hand to lube himself up. He lined up behind me. I felt the head of his cock press against me, and I froze.
“Fuck,” I gasped, glancing back. “Cal… it really is bigger.”
The panic was real. He felt massive against me. Broader, heavier than I remembered. The girth was intimidating.
Cal paused, and a slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face. My fear didn’t stop him; it fed him. He liked knowing he was too much for me.
“Yeah?” he purred, running his hand down my spine, his grip landing on my neck. “Does that scare you?”
“It’s going to hurt,” I whispered, trembling. “You’re thicker. A-and being uncut, t-the skin drags. it makes it f-feel… So much bigger.”
