Whelp, I pretty much didn’t write anything all week, but I added about 2300 words to PBB today.  Here’s a little preview, very porny and NSFW, per usual.  We are getting into emotional stuff soon, tho.

Again, Chris’ wrists are linked, and this time they are fastened to the strap as well, which is cinched tight, dragging his wrists forward until he almost collapses off his elbows.  The chain from the nipple clamps is dragging along the leather ottoman, and Chris is arched, ass high in the air and shoulders nearly to leather.  Zach hums approval and runs his hands through Chris’ sweat soaked hair.

“I’m thinking that little butt plug probably isn’t doing anything for you anymore,” Zach says quietly, and Chris turns his head to see Zach laying out a series of plugs of increasing size and a tub of lube.  “Let’s see if we can’t fix that.”

If Chris sounded like a wanton whore while Zach was playing with his clamps, that’s nothing to the sounds he makes over the next few minutes as Zach exchanges the toy he’s been wearing all evening for the first plug from his “anal training set.”  And it feels great.  The stretch is easy and he’s so ready for this.  He’s wanted Zach all night, and now he’s sure it won’t be long.

The second plug goes in with slightly more effort, and Zach pumps Chris’ cock to help ease the stretch, until finally, after several long minutes of Chris yoga breathing and concentrating on relaxing — as oxymoronic as that sounds — Zach is able to move it in and out of Chris’ ass with ease.  Chris is moaning in pleasure again, arching into the hard press of the toy, lost in the feel of it sliding smoothly against his skin, the sound of the lube squelching as Zach pushes the toy in and out.  It’s decadent, almost luxurious.  Chris hopes this is it. Surely he’s stretched enough for Zach to fuck him in some showy, glorious way.  But Zach reaches for another, even larger plug while he rubs soothing circles on the swell of Chris’ ass.  This plug they’ve only successfully gotten into Chris once.  And he wouldn’t call the experience fun.  Chris swallows as Zach grasps it.

“Fuck, you look good.  What color are we?”

“Green.  Green, but I need you, Zach.”

“Hmmm, I need you too, baby.  I’m so hard for you again.  But I want to try for one more.  We’ve shown our guest how well you deepthroat.  I want to show him this, too.  Your hole, slick and stuffed and then gaping for me.”

Chris whimpers, trying to imagine for a moment how he must look.  He hasn’t even been aware of his surroundings for ages.  He looks around, but can’t see anyone.  They must both be standing behind him.  His face heats —again — as he imagines them both watching that huge plug breach his ass.  But his dick twitches, too.  It’s like he’s living his favorite porn.

“Christopher?”

“Green,” he says, fully aware that Zach could ask anything of him and he’d have the same answer.

“Thank you,” Zach whispers, bending down to kiss the base of Chris’ spine.  “After this one, I promise we’re done.  And I’ll fuck you so good, baby.”

Chris nods into the ottoman, no longer feeling the clamps as they rub against the leather.