Page 91 of Roguefinder

“Pay attention, puppy. You’ll miss the fun part.”

“Fuck,” I panted, breathing through the waves of discomfort. “When’s the fun part?”

He smirked at me in the mirror.

“Forget I said that,” I muttered.

He smeared more lube on the plug, then squirted close to half the bottle between my cheeks. Before I could bitch, he pressed the tip to my rim and pushed.

Okay, yeah, it was big.

“Breathe,” Jesse said, rubbing my ass. “Push out. Good boy. More. You can take it.”

I bore down. Pushed back. Squirmed and grunted and watched the plug sink between my cheeks. Watched Jesse’s glistening fingers pushing it deeper while he rubbed my ass with his other hand. He advanced and retreated, giving me time to adjust before he gained new ground. His glowing eyes returned to my face again and again, and he murmured encouragement, telling me I was brave and good. He reached between my legs and stroked my dick.

Lust sheared me in half—a whole goddamn lightning bolt splitting me like a tree. Which was apt since the plug was doing the same thing.

“That’s it,” Jesse coaxed. “Almost there.”

The widest part of the plug stretched my walls, my rim, my everything. Fire blossomed, and my safeword perched on my tongue. I couldn’t do it. My body was going to reject the plug like a bad organ transplant.

But Jesse kept stroking my cock, kept murmuring praise, and then suddenly my body surrendered. The plug slid home, and my ass clenched around the narrow neck.

“Holy shit.” I collapsed forward, forehead against the mattress, panting like I’d run a marathon. My ass throbbed around the plug. The motherfucker sat right on my prostate, just squatting there. Christ, this was going to suck.

“Oh, puppy,” Jesse said, voice low and satisfied. “Look at yourself.”

I lifted my head and almost lost my shit. The tail curled above my ass, black and glossy and so fucking degrading I wanted to die. Or come.

“Shit,” I whimpered.

Jesse chuckled. He ran his hand up the silicone, making it sway. The plug shifted inside me, and a hot tide of pleasure rolled down my legs. I dropped my head and moaned into the sheets.

“Beautiful.” Jesse traced a fingertip around my stretched rim. “How does it feel?”

“Like I sat on a tree,” I mumbled into my forearms.

His fingers moved down, and he cupped my sack before giving my cock a light stroke. “And this?” He gave me another pump.

“Gonna explode.”

“Not yet. Lift your head, baby. You’re not hiding from this.”

I obeyed, and he smiled at me in the mirror as he snapped his fingers and pointed at the carpet.

“Sit.”

My face went nuclear. But my traitorous dick twitched hard enough to hurt, and I shuffled off the bed on shaky legs. The plug shifted with every movement, grinding against my prostate until I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering.

I knelt on the carpet, the tail curving up from between my cheeks. The position made everything worse—or better. Glass half empty, glass half full. The plug seemed to sink deeper, my full weight pressing down on it. My heart pounded in my dick and balls. Precum smeared my slit.

“Jesus,” I breathed.

Jesse pushed his pajama pants down his hips and kicked them aside. His cock jutted from his dark thatch of pubic hair, the veins around his long shaft plump with arousal. He walked a slow circle around me, one hand idly stroking his dick, as he looked me over.

“Something is missing.”

I couldn’t imagine what. Well, maybe I could. My teenage porn-watching history supplied my brain with a cornucopia of options.