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Four boys, one buttplug
Luke Hemmings was having a strange day. The boys had all been acting weirdly and it was beginning to get on his nerves.
It had all started that afternoon. Luke had been watching TV when all three of the boys had come into the room, one after the other. All looked strangely ashamed.
Strangest of all Ashton had looked kinda…smug.
Ever since then none of the other boys had been willing to talk to him about it.
Calum had blushed furiously and hurriedly changed the subject when he had tried, Michael had glared at him so angrily that Luke had changed the subject and Ashton had laughed hysterically when he was asked.
That night the four lads sat watching television. Luke suggested they play Fifa only for none of the boys to reply, he turned to find them all caught up in their silent drama they weren’t even paying attention to him. All four sat silently, carefully not looking at eachother.
More than a little annoyed Luke got up to leave.
“When you three are finished whatever bullshit you have going on maybe you can fill me in on it,” he told them and left the room in a huff.
Due to his bad mood and boredom Luke decided to go to bed and he had soon dropped off to sleep.
Luke woke up with a start. He tried to remember the dream he was having but came up blank. He quickly realised he had been awoken not by his dreams but by the presence of someone in his bedroom. He hurriedly sat up and looked around.
It was morning. His bedroom was in its usual state of messy disarray but he was otherwise alone.
There was a package on his nightstand. It was a box, carefully wrapped and tied off with red ribbon. There was no note on the box.
Luke looked at it curiously. His birthday and Christmas were both months away. Yet there the present sat, apparently indifferent to its timing.
After a moment of indecision Luke got up and took a leak and brushed his teeth in his en suite. He then returned to his bed and unwrapped the present. Disregarding any caution he tore the paper away and hastily undid the ribbon, knotting and unknotting several times before he managed to half untie, half pull the damn thing off.
Inside the paper was a box and inside the box was something Luke had never seen in his 17 years on earth. It was cyndrical and made out of a black substance he would later learn was latex. It occurred to Luke after a moment that it was actually shaped like a penis.
Luke started to blush at the realisation.
Obviously the boys were having a laugh at him, this whole thing was just a way of making fun of him, they obviously didn’t mean for him to actually use it…did they?
Luke looked at it indecisively. While in reality the plug was much smaller than his own, massive wang the thought of taking the plug up the bum made it grow all the more larger in his imagination.
He stared at it for a good minute of indecision then checked his clock – it was only 8am – he reasoned there was no way the other boys would be up anytime soon.
He reached into his draw and took his lube, knowing instinctively he was going to need a fair amount. He applied it liberally to the plug and shucked of his boxers.
Luke took a moment to admire himself. His blonde hair stood in contrast to his dark pubic hair, neatly trimmed above his cock. His cock started to come to life, expanding out toward its full eight inches and rapidly thickening.
Luke gave one or two quick tugs of his cock before reaching up and squeezing his nipple. He ran his hand down his abs, admiring the way his finger fell into the grooves between the muscles – he didn’t even have to flex for his abs to be visible.
He looked down at the buttplug and realised it would be better if he actually sat on it.
He placed the buttplug on his tiled bedroom floor and, feeling a little foolish, squatted down over it.
The end of the buttplug hit his sphincter, which suddenly seemed impassable. Luke bit his lip and relaxed his bum. All in one hit the beast rammed home. The lube combined with the weight of his body meant that the beast was almost immediately pushed the whole way into him.
Before even realising what he was doing Luke moaned…loudly.
Panicking Luke flung his hand out, trying to pull himself up and onto the bed. He pulled at his covers and the bottle of lube flew out and hit the ground beside him. The bottle exploded and suddenly the warm clear liquid was gushing across the tiles.
“Fuck!” Luke said out loud. He tried to stand up with the buttplug still inside him but his hands slipped on the tile and he fell back on the ground – arse first. As his cheeks hit the ground the plug inside him was jolted and he called out again at the sensation that ran through his body.
He tried to get up again only to slip and have his bum slam into the ground again.
He looked down at himself and couldn’t help but pause in awe of the site. He was completely naked, his golden skin was being covered by the lube in his struggles. His cock stuck directly up as if to greet the room and a thin sheen of sweat covered his chest. His nipples stuck out as well and his lips were parted as he panted in cool morning air.
A light flashed through the room.
He looked up as Ashton took another photo, than a third photo, then a fourth.
Luke tried to stand to his feet to protest only to slip and fall onto his bum again, once again he fucked himself with the buttplug. This time he instinctively thrusted up with his waist only for the plug to fuck him again as him bum slapped into the ground.
“Ash… please…don’t…” Luke begged Ashton.
The older boy simply laughed.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look,” Ashton told him, his voice awestruck.
“Please….me….up…” Luke said. He tried not to move his body but even the tiniest twinge to his muscles sent waves of pleasure emanating from his bum.
“I….can’t…. take…. Much more!!!!!” Luke warned.
Ashton looked down at him, pawing at the growing bulge in his trackies.
“You need a hand there?” Ashton asked, licking his lips nervously.
“Yes….please!!!!” Luke called out.
Ash reached down with his hand, Luke held his hand in relief but instead of grabbing his hand Ash grabbed the end of his cock.
“I never knew you were so huuuuuge,” Ash said as his thumb gripped the end of Luke’s cock forcefully.
Luke suddenly felt vulnerable, which seemed silly to him as he was lying naked on the floor in front of a clothed man – but to have another man hold his cock was somehow….kinda awesome.
“You’ve seen me naked before…” Luke pointed out, his voice on the verge of tears from his need for release.
“Yeah but not hard!” Ash said.
Ash gave one tug of his shaft and Luke called out from the wave of pleasure that shot through his body.
Ash smiled wickedly and withdrew his hand.
Luke immediately went to wank himself off, suddenly realising it was the only way of his predicament.
Ash grabbed both of Luke’s hands and using his thighs to pin them to the ground. It took some manoeuvring on Ashton’s part and eventually the two were sitting, Ashton’s thighs around Luke’s thighs.
Luke was suddenly aware of every part of his lube and sweat covered body, or the fact that Ashton was still clothed.
“Naughty!” Ash told him admonishing.
At this point though Luke was beginning to develop tunnel vision. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t feel, nothing mattered except for his growing desire, his NEED to cum.
“Ash!” Luke wailed, in genuine pain.
“Beg me,” Ash told him, the wicked smile across his face, “beg me, Lukey.”
“Please Ashton….” Luke said.
“Please what?” Ashton asked innocently.
“PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!” Luke screamed out.
Ashton obliged.
He leant down and took Luke’s cock into his mouth. For the first time in his life Luke actually learnt what it meant to “deep throat”. He had always figured it wasn’t a literal description.
It was.
Ashton took Luke’s huge cock in his mouth and down to his throat. He bottomed out so that his lips were wrapped around the base.
Some fifteen seconds later Luke came and Luke went to heaven.
When Luke returned to earth he found his rear end sore but blissfully free of the monstrous buttplug. More surprisingly Ashton sat next to him, his arms around the younger boy.
“You were so beautiful, Lukey,” Ashton told him in awe.
Luke was aware of the hard muscles of Ashton’s side and the smell of Ashton’s deodorant and the fact that Ashton was clothed but he was just aware of him.
“You both are,” Michael said.
Luke looked up to find Michael and Calum in the doorway, looking at him with the same look of awe as Ashton had done.
“So you boys still think he’d be too shy?” Ashton asked Calum and Michael, both shook their heads mutely.
“I guess that means you lose the bet,” Ashton told them.
Both boys blushed furiously.
“What’s the bet?” Luke asked Ashton.
“These boys didn’t think you’d be up to join in our fun,” Ashton told him, “but they were wrong.”
Luke looked at them.
“But what do you win?” he asked nervously.
“What do we win, Lukey,” Ashton asked rhetorically, “what do we win?”
To be continued.