It wasn’t like the previous time he’d played with Eli’s ass. That time, he did reach in and touch his prostate. That time he did make Eli feel so good even as it made him feel dirty, like the little piggie Lee kept calling him.
Tied like that, unable to move a muscle, he felt so helpless, but he needed it. He wanted to be Lee’s toy, his dirty piggie, his slutty boy. More than that, though, he just wanted to be with him. Lying with him, fucking him, kissing him…
“I like playing with you. You’re so frustrated right now, you’re red, sweating, whimpering. I like that, feeling like I own you.”
“You do,” he mumbled in the bed, and then he wished he hadn’t. It was too soon. It wasn’t right. Something was wrong.
Lee pushed a third finger in him, and it seemed he either hadn’t heard Eli or was putting it to the side for the moment.
The pain of it was insane, but again, it waned nicely after a minute or so of Lee banging them inside him. When he took the fingers out periodically, he played with the cheeks themselves, spreading them, pushing them together. Not that it was easily done with the way Eli was tied, but he managed nicely.
Then Lee left him. It wasn’t for long, but he left him, and Eli got fearful for the first time and got his head off the bed long enough to yell out to him. “Lee! Lee?”
He heard feet slapping on the floor, then Lee rubbed a hand between Eli’s shoulder blades. “I’m right here. I would never leave you like this, Eli. I’d…I’d set you free first.”
That scared him worse, but he wouldn’t say it.
It was too soon.
He had to have something to take his mind from it all, all those unspoken words and feelings. He lifted his head again and pleaded, “Hurt me? Will you hurt me or fuck me, please, Sir?”
“Hold on to your knickers, Eli. I was just gonna do something very close to both of those.”
Eli laughed into the bed and waited, then he felt the rope coming off him, and his arms and legs fell to the bed, aching as they did. His feet and hands were tingling as the blood that was restricted hurried back into them.
Before he could react to that, he heard the lube being squeezed from the bottle and he tried to look but Lee kept his head down. “Be patient.”
Something hard, cold, and wet with lube was pushed between his ass cheeks. At first, he jumped, but Lee settled him again, keeping one hand on his back. “I did some shopping, Eli. One day, stopping at one of those sex shops. They have so many fun toys, I didn’t know where to start.”
Dildo. It was a dildo.
Gently pushing, Lee got it inside him, whispering, “Don’t move. Let me do this.”
“I’m not going to move, Sir.”
“I’ll tie you again if you do. See, I want that pretty ass of your filled for most of the damn vacation, but that would hurt my dick. I’d be so sore, I’d hardly be able to walk. Can’t have that.”
Chuckling, Eli mumbled, “Can’t have that.”
“But your ass, well, we’ll see how much abuse it can take before you want to stop.”
Eli braced himself, and it began, the thick dildo moving in and out of him, and though Lee was being careful, he still felt all of it, including the pain. The burn, the stretch wasn’t bad, but he was full. He was very full, and the dildo moved deep in him.
He spread his legs wider to try to accommodate the thing, but Lee smacked the back of his leg hard, telling him to be still.
It felt a little like the dildo and Eli were a project for Lee to accomplish. He was so concentrated and perfect with each thrust of the thing inside him, that it felt measured. He thought crazily that maybe it had marks on it like a ruler, then he laughed at himself.
Then Lee changed it up, as if he’d read Eli’s mind. He sped the thrusts and moved onto the bed, never missing a thrust as he did. He straddled over Eli’s legs, and the angle gave him a lot better leverage. It felt good, though he still felt incredibly full and wondered how big the thing was.
“You liked being fucked with a fake dick, Eli.”
It wasn’t a question, so he need not answer, but he did anyway. “Yes,” he grunted, the fullness making it impossible to speak clearer.
“He he he, atta boy, Eli. You are so much nastier than I first thought. You’re a fuck boy, aren’t you? Yeah, I thought I was for so long, but I like this better.”
“You’re good at it, Sir.”
“Oh, you sweet piggie, complementing me.”