[NSFW] Sinful Sunday - Day 11 - 17

Day 11 - SOUNDING. Andreas is always good at convincing Elliot to try new things.

Day 12 - SPANKING. “Lift your hips higher if you want more, sweetheart.” 

Day 13 - TENTACLES. It’s amazing what you can do with an extra pair of...hands? 

Day 14 - POLE DANCING. 🎶 You spin me right 'round, baby Right 'round like a record, baby Right 'round, 'round, 'round 🎶 

Day 15 - DOCKING. “Let me show you a new way to come ❤️.” 

Day 16 - BALL WORSHIP. “Lay back. Spread your legs a bit more Daddy. I’m going to take the best care of you.” 

Day 17 - DIRTY. Some men look better before a shower. 

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Taking the Plunge

By CATHEXIS

The rod wasn’t terribly thick, but it looked like it had a weight to it. It was the second smallest in the set that Andreas had laid out on his bedside table, about ten inches long, with one end smoothed into a handle. The body of it was rippled, like a rigid strand of steel beads.

Elliot wanted to clamp his legs closed just looking at it.

His strict rules about relationships notwithstanding, Elliot had never considered himself to be very high-maintenance when it came to sex. He appreciated creativity and variety in bed, but at the end of the day there was nothing quite like enthusiasm and communication to take sex from mediocre to mind-blowing. He didn’t need anything elaborate to get his dick up—maybe a stern command here or a little consensual force applied there or perhaps a risky location, but nothing crazy.

This was crazy.

Elliot laid on his stomach next to Andreas and watched him click open a tube of medical grade lube and apply a generous dollop to the head of his cock. He gave himself a few long strokes, seeming to be in no particular rush despite how quickly he’d agreed to demonstrate what he liked so much about what were arguably the most extreme sex toys in his collection.

Elliot cast a furtive glance at the clean towel and urethral sound that sat next to where Andreas knelt naked on the bed. He felt jittery and impatient. “How did you ever work up the balls to do this to yourself?” he said.

Andreas chuckled, his hand moving casually on his erection. “The day I moved into this place, it occurred to me that for the first time in my life, I had absolutely no one to answer to and nowhere I had to be. Combine that with a working internet connection…” he shook his head and laughed, and then finally, finally, picked up the sound. He set the ribbed length of it against the slit of his cock and slowly dragged it back and forth, gathering lube along the ridges. “You could say I went down some deep rabbit holes that afternoon.”

“I’m just wondering how googling ‘delivery man opens my package’ turned into ‘man destroys his dick with a giant piece of steel,’” Elliot said.

“I wanted to learn about prostate stimulation.”

Elliot snorted and propped his chin on one hand. “So of course you zeroed in on the one method that lets you hit the p-spot directly instead of just settling for anal like the rest of us.” He smirked. “You really do like to jump in the deep end, don’t you?”

“I can be patient when I have to be,” Andreas said, one corner of his mouth tilting up. “That day I didn’t have to be.”

He applied more lube and then held his cock upright. Elliot held his breath as Andreas guided the tip of the sound into his urethra. He dipped it inside slowly and withdrew, once, twice, barely a half-inch in and then a little deeper, before he carefully released it and let gravity take over.

Elliot hardly knew where to look, eyes flitting from Andreas’ expression, to the fine tremors in his thighs, to his cock, flushed and slick with lube, the sound sinking bead-by-bead into his slit. Andreas wasn’t looking at him at all, his attention focused on the sound as it sank down until only a few gleaming inches remained visible.

Elliot curled his toes and fidgeted against the bed. He didn’t think watching this would get him hard; it seemed far too invasive, too clinical, and the likelihood of causing pleasure instead of pain too high to be arousing. So far, however, Andreas hadn’t so much as winced, and Elliot’s cock was feeling heavy between his legs. The question he’d been wanting to ask since he’d spotted the case of steel rods in Andreas’ closet finally tumbled out of his mouth.

“What does it feel like?”

Andreas bit his lip and drew the sound out a few inches before letting it drop again, blowing out a breath. “It burns a little, at first,” he said. “It’s intense. Sensitive. I haven’t done this in a while.”

“Why not?”

Andreas smiled. “I’ve been busy,” he said. He leaned back on his heels, leaving the sound in place as he massaged the base of his cock, eyes falling shut. “If I’m going to do this, I want to be able to take my time.”

Fair, Elliot thought. This did not seem like the kind of thing you could rush just because you had places to be, unless one of those places was the hospital.

“It really is good for prostate stimulation, so sometimes I’ll go deep,” Andreas said. He put the sound deep and began a gentle rhythm, working it in and out of his penis in slow, shallow strokes. He gave Elliot a sharp grin. “Mostly I just like how sensitive it makes my cock.”

Elliot groaned and hung his head, pressing his face into Andreas’ thigh. This was the most confusing boner of his life. “Jesus,” he said. “You’re killing me here.”

Above him, Andreas laughed. “You can touch it, you know.”

Elliot whipped his head up and stared. “O-okay,” he said, after a moment, and scooted down the bed a little. “Just. Tell me what to do.”

Andreas smiled indulgently and held his cock around the base. “Push it in. Go slow.”

Elliot’s stomach fluttered with nerves. It was the same feeling he got when people asked him to hold babies or look after small children, a quiet terror that if he so much as breathed wrong he’d somehow do irreversible damage. He really did not want to be blamed for breaking Andreas’ dick. Elliot had a special fondness for it, after all.

Steeling himself, Elliot set one finger against the end of the sound and applied the barest amount of pressure. It slid in and Andreas made a small noise.

Elliot froze, fully prepared to dive for his phone and dial 911. “What?”

Andreas’ smiled. “I can feel you trembling. You’re more nervous than I was the first time I did this.”

Elliot smacked his knee. “You are not allowed to be an asshole right now, because I have never ended a date with an ER visit and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“You’re not going to hurt me.” Andreas said.

Elliot didn’t know how to respond to that at all, so he focused on the hard cock in front of him instead. He got a better grip on the sound and began to slide it out. This close, he could see the way  Andreas’ slit clung to the smooth ridges, sucking at the passage of each bead like a little mouth. He pushed in again.

“Yes, that’s it,” Andreas moaned, the muscles of his stomach flexing. “Fuck me with it.”

For long minutes, neither of them spoke, the silence of the bedroom broken only by Andreas’ soft gasps and moans. Eventually, he stilled Elliot’s hand so that he could fuck his hips forward, penetrating his cock with the sound as Elliot held it.

“Goddamn.” Andreas groaned, pumping his hips slowly. “I should’ve put on a cock ring. I don’t want this to end.”

Elliot looked up, breath catching in his throat. “Are you that close?”

Andreas huffed out a laugh. “Mm. I just love seeing your hand there.” He gripped the base of his erection and shifted all the way forward, pushing the sound deep until the tip of his cock kissed Elliot’s knuckles where he held it. He exhaled slowly. “I love that you’re opening me up.”

Elliot felt crazed. His dick ached, and all he wanted was to haul Andreas down and rut against him until they were both too spent to move. Instead, he trembled with the effort of staying still and dialed in on Andreas’ expression for the slightest indication of pain or discomfort. He released his hold on the sound and clenched his fists in the sheets, not trusting his ability to stay still anymore. “Will you— can I—,” he begged. He curled his body closer to Andreas and bowed his head. “Please.”

Andreas slid one hand into Elliot’s hair, gripping hard just the way he knew that Elliot liked. “Kiss me,” he said, and held his cock up to Elliot’s mouth. He brushed the cool metal end of the sound across his bottom lip.

Elliot exhaled in relief. This he could absolutely do. He leaned in and pressed his lips just under the head of Andreas’ cock, flicking his tongue softly against the frenulum. Above him, Andreas groaned, and Elliot tried to make his lips as wet and plush as possible, kissing and licking until he felt an odd movement under his tongue. Opening his eyes, he realized that Andreas was playing with the sound again while Elliot pleasured him with his mouth.

“Deeper now, baby,” Andreas said, his voice shaking, thighs slick with sweat under Elliot’s hands. He tilted his erection up and inserted the sound one more time, and Elliot followed its progress from the outside, kissing down the length of Andreas’ cock until they both reached the root. Elliot groaned deep in his chest, hoping the vibrations would reach the sound where it was buried in Andreas’ body.

Andreas cried out, gasping as he quickly withdrew the sound from his cock, discarding it on the bed. “Suck me,” he pleaded, stroking fast. “Now.”

With the sound safely out of play, Elliot hauled Andreas forward and swallowed his cock in one smooth slide. He closely followed the movement of his mouth with a tight fist, desperate to push Andreas over the edge.

“Jesus fuck,” Andreas groaned, leaning against the headboard and lifting his pelvis in tight little thrusts. “It feels like you’re sucking me from the inside.”

Elliot rubbed his tongue into Andreas’ slit where he was undoubtedly sensitive and tender, and Andreas gasped, curving over him and holding Elliot’s head down as he came. Elliot softened his mouth, lapping lightly as Andreas ejaculated, semen running over his tongue and lips. Elliot savored it all.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop” Andreas pleaded, even though his climax never lasted this long. He took his cock in hand and pumped it furiously, and Elliot held his lips parted, waiting. His stomach flipped wondering if Andreas was about to--

“Fuck, baby, your fucking mouth,” Andreas choked out. He gasped and pressed his cock to Elliot’s lips and came again, a smaller load of semen blurting out against Elliot’s tongue.

Andreas’ legs gave out, and he collapsed back on the bed with an incredulous laugh, chest heaving, still moving sinuously as he milked his penis for the last throbs of pleasure. “Goddamn,” he said. “I have never done that before.”

Elliot felt shaky himself, still hard and aroused beyond belief. He crawled up Andreas’ body and kissed him, pushing his tongue into Andreas’ mouth, sharing the taste of his cum between them. “You are a total fucking deviant,” he said between kisses. “Trust me, I would know. I’m a professional.”

Andreas laughed and dropped a hand down to touch Elliot’s aching cock where it leaked profusely against his stomach. “I meant it when I said I’ve never come like that before.” He nipped a line down Elliot’s neck and began rubbing his swollen erection. “You just bring out the deviant in me, I suppose.”

Elliot wanted to call bullshit, wanted to point out Andreas’ truly impressive sex toy collection and his obsession with taking Elliot apart in ways he’d never dared dream of, but he was too keyed up, too close to coming, and the slick, filthy slide of his cock in Andreas’ fist had him gasping wordlessly.

Andreas' voice dropped low and sultry in his ear, then. “Honestly, I was pretty surprised you weren’t familiar with sounding. You’re usually so adventurous in the bedroom.” He tightened his fist around the head of Elliot’s cock and jacked him with quick, shallow strokes, just the way Elliot liked when he wanted to get off fast.

“M-more…” Elliot panted.

“It felt unreal,” Andreas continued, practically crooning into Elliot’s ear while he teased his cock. “Fucking it in while you kissed me.”

Elliot flashed back to the moment he’d felt the faint movement of the sound beneath Andreas’ skin, rippling under his tongue, and then Andreas swirled the pad of his thumb into Elliot’s sensitive slit and he was lost. He came, spurting hard and wet into Andreas’ hand and thinking only of how it would feel to have hot, inexorable pleasure touching him inside and out.

Light fingers traced over his back as he came down, breathing hard into the humid curve of Andreas’ shoulder. “I know you’re curious,” Andreas said, a smile in his voice.

Elliot said nothing at first, silently cursing himself and his own voracious libido. The rest of the modest collection of as-yet unused sounds glinted innocuously in their open case on the nightstand.

He mashed his face into Andreas’ chest and sighed. “I can start small, right?”

Andreas chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “Welcome to the deep end.”