Erotic short. A trans man is trapped between his boyfriend’s strap and a powerful vibrator.
1k, T4T M/M, rated E! Featuring a vibrating wand, rope bondage with the arms pinned behind the back, vaginal and anal, objectification, a smattering of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, and overstim.
Andy pulls him up with two fingers hooked under the taut cord that runs between his bound upper arms, and Conn’s breath hitches at how easily his body goes up. The bonds are tied back and forth between his upper arms, the cuffs pressing his forearms together crossed at the base of his back.
The pillows are already set up on the bed, and Conn doesn’t say anything as Andy silently pulls him by the bindings at his back, making Conn walk backward with him and then be turned and nudged forward. Conn swallows, doesn’t say a word, barely even breathes as Andy positions him with easy, rough hands.
“Can you breathe?” Andy asks. As he asks the question, he pushes Conn’s chest down onto the pillows, nudges his hands between Conn’s legs to spread them, lowering him down. Conn shudders as he feels his cock touch against the cool surface of the wand. The vibrator is strapped down to the bed, made so it won’t move, and now he’s tied up Conn won’t move either.
He shifts slightly in place, hands tied behind his back, and he knows he’s not even going to be able to move like this, not going to be able to control the pace.
“Conn?” Andy prompts him. “Can you breathe, honey?”
“Yeah,” says Conn.
“Good boy,” says Andy, smoothing his palm over Conn’s lower back, and he shudders, pressing the side of his cheek into the pillow under his head. “Ropes too tight?”
“No.”
“Wiggle your fingers for me. Uh huh. Clench your hands into fists and then relax them. Uh huh. Take in a big breath for me… Good. Make these holes wink.”
Conn closes his eyes tightly, pressing his cheek harder into the pillow and feeling blood flush into his cheeks, his face suddenly feeling so much hotter. He’s already hard, already wet, can feel where his cunt is open and slick and where he’s probably already dripping over the head of the vibrator.
Andy says, “What’d I say, honey?”
Conn clenches, feels his cock twitch and slide against the head of the vibrator, feels his cunt clench, and Andy behind him chuckles quietly. The bed depresses where Andy comes to kneel on it, and that’s all the warning Conn gets before Andy shoves him down with a loose grip in his hair and slides his cock into Conn’s open cunt.
Conn wails into the pillow as Andy’s cock, which is honestly one of the biggest straps he’s ever seen, spreads him wide, sinks deep inside him and makes him stretch. Conn is breathing heavily, his face shoved own into the pillow as Andy gets on top of him and frames his body in with his legs, his bulk bent over Conn’s as he pistons his hips forward.
Andy loses himself to it, and Conn squeezes his eyes tightly shut and clenches his hands into fists at the same time, losing himself to the rhythm of Andy’s thrusts and the sink of his cock deep into Conn’s cunt, filling him to the fucking brim every time. Andy’s body, thinner than Conn’s but more muscular, hairier, is radiating heat as it weighs him down, pushes him down hard into the bed. Their bodies clap together, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing off the ceiling, and Andy is letting out low, sharp grunts as he grinds himself in deep, hard, rough, fast.
He flicks the dial on the side of the wand and Conn goes from the breathless, soft whimpers that were eking out of his throat to fucking howling — pressed down hard into the bed the way he is, Andy’s bulk on top of him, his hands tightly bound between their bodies, there’s no escape from it. His throbbing cock is forced down against the powerful thrum of the vibrator and no matter how he writhes there’s no getting away from it, no getting away from it.
The first orgasm hits him and it’s like a fucking freight train, his vision going dark at the edges as it feels like sparks explode behind his eyes, fireworks going off in his fucking brain. He’s squirming as best he can with only his knees to support him, whimpering into the pillow, and Andy just keeps fucking him through it, just keeps fucking him —
And doesn’t stop.
“That’s it, that’s it, honey,” grunts Andy as the waves wash over Conn and just keep washing over him, the orgasm never feeling quite like it’s going to stop. His cock aches a little, crushed down against the vibrating head of the toy, and he can hear the urgency in his own cries, the sharpness in his voice, how high it’s coming out. “That’s it, no, no, you’re staying right here, you’re my own personal fucktoy, sweetheart, you’re staying right here until I come.”
“I can’t, I can’t,” Conn whimpers out, and Andy smacks his arse in a way that makes Conn’s body shock, sends a burst of humiliated heat through his body at how much he fucking enjoys that, how much he craves it, how much he wants more.
More will kill him, though, he feels like he’s being fucked over a livewire, his whole body shuddering through it, but Andy is inescapable and perfect and Conn is lost to him.
At some point, he comes a second time — at some point, he comes a third.
At some point, Andy pulls out of his cunt to fuck his arse instead, and Conn begs for mercy that doesn’t come, that won’t come, and it’s ecstasy. When Andy finally comes himself, Conn’s just a puddle underneath him, and it takes an age for his cock to stop throbbing with the aftershocks.
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