1. Once a Nerd Ch. 12


    Date: 12/2/2023, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byhardwoodstudios 

    ... simultaneously holding his leash. Trusting him to know my thresholds better than I do.

"Dean—" I hate the crackle of my own voice. "...make me cum,please."

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you, I do—" Gasping into the bedspread, I grind myself shamelessly against his thigh. Pride has no place in moments like this, and I'll never admit it sober, but it feels so goddamn good to let go of it. Head dumped out. Desperate to please, eager to be pleased in return.

"I'll always take care of you, Sammy. I'll always make you feel good. Relax, okay?"

My eyes blow at the feel of something cold, tapered, and artificial pressing against my hole. I can't help but stiffen, locking up to prevent entry of an unknown. "Dean! What—the fuck is..."

"Relax."

Did he...hypnotize me while I slept? There's no other explanation for all that tension melting away on command. He resumes pushing it in, stretching my rim uncomfortably wide, and realization smacks me into the next dimension.That stupid, fucking plug. Oh, fuck, no, no, no way—

"Nngh! Hurts—!"

"It's almost in, baby, you can take it. Be good for me, Sammy." He squeezes my throat lightly, and I know it's supposed to be reassuring. It...is.

I smother a sob in the blanket as it pops through, shifting my hips to facilitate a quicker adjustment. It feels a hundred times bigger than when last used, inflating my insides. The pressure is just shy of my prostate. He's not loosened around me at all, and I'm teetering the edge of ...
    ... outright misery. Tears burn in my eyes anew.

"Ready?"

"Yes, yes, fuck, please!"

Was I actually ready? No, never. When he set it to vibrate at the strongest tier, I wasn't ready. When he cracks his palm against the underpart of my ass, I'mso not ready, I nearly seize. I can't describe the noise I make, because it doesn't sound terrestrial through the whine in my ears. In this final round, he does hit me in the same spot—over and over and over again. The plug shoves deeper on every swat, and the tip of it lances at my prostate. Scream muffled in memory foam, I squirm wildly to get away. Surely, an orgasm like this will rip me apart cell by cell.

Jolting, stinging, whitehot ecstasy like I've never felt. Like something'swrong. Like I'm imploding, dying for real. My senses deaden, and I have no concept of anything external. Not even Dean. It's all static and cotton. It's scary.I'm scared.

If I don't survive it,what a way to go.

When I come to, I'm no longer fettered across Dean's thigh. Slumped across his chest instead, his heart rolls a slow, steady rhythm beneath my cheek. I tune into it. Long enough for his BPM to achieve normalcy, not long enough for a clean-up job. We're practically glued together for the amount of fluid between us. My voice is shot, because it cracks in three separate places when I go to speak:

"Hey—"

"Don't move yet." Dean murmurs.

"...why?"

"It's only been a minute, maybe two. You shouldn't push it."

"Who's—" My throat's ...
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