This story contains scenes of sex between men. If that offends you or you are not old enough to be reading this, please leave. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this little figment of my imagination. While this story was inspired by real people and events, it is a work of fiction. The characters live in a fantasy world where all sex is safe. In the real world it is not, so precautions should be taken.
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Chapter Eleven
After a few weeks of Monday night shows that involved filling my hole with inanimate objects I was getting bored. I had the feeling Quentin was too, but he didn't say anything. He just kept finding more things to stick up my butt. I knew he enjoyed working on my hole, but it was getting pretty routine.
One night he got to the apartment a little early and showed some excitement.
"We're gonna have some fun tonight, Mikey. Make me a gin and tonic. And make one for yourself, too."
"What, no beer tonight?"
"Nah, it's been a hot summer day. Gin goes good on a day like this."
When I handed him his drink he held out his hand to me. In his palm was a pill.
"What's that for?"
"Just take it. Trust me." Why did I bother asking? I swallowed the pill with a gulp of my drink.
As usual he hadn't told me anything about what we were going to do but since he hadn't brought anyone with him I assumed it would be toys again. When that's what the show was about Jorge usually got there a little before nine to work the camera. This time he arrived a little after eight. Quentin and I were just starting on our second round of drinks and he joined us. By the time we went into the bedroom I was feeling buzzed and a lot more relaxed than usual. From that I assumed the pill must have been a tranquilizer of some sort.
We were all set up with me on my back on the bed and the camera aimed at my ass at nine o'clock. Jorge and Quentin had both stripped so it looked like they were both going to be in the show. As Jorge started up the camera, Quentin walked up to the bed, lifted my legs and pushed them back. I grabbed them and pulled them tight to my chest so Jorge had a good shot of my spread cheeks. Quentin knelt down and pushed his face into my ass, not too close so he wouldn't block the shot. He carefully tongued me, licking and tickling my pucker. After a few minutes he pushed his tongue into me. The camera couldn't get that shot so he didn't do it for long, but he was able to thrust his tongue into me a few times.
He applied a generous amount of lube to my hole and slowly inserted his skinny dick. It felt so good sliding into me. My butt was angled up a bit so he had to aim his cock down into me. I loved the way that felt going in. He casually fucked me, not putting too much effort into it, just stroking in and out, changing the angle now and then. He hadn't been at it very long when he pulled out and stepped over to the desk. Jorge got up and came over to me. He slathered some lube on his uncut log and pressed it into me. He fucked a little harder than Quentin had, but he also didn't seem like he was really into it. After about five minutes of that he also pulled out, leaving me feeling a little empty. I couldn't figure out what the point of all of this was. It was very pleasant but not very exciting. To be honest, between the pill, the gin and the mild action, I felt like I might fall asleep any minute.
Quentin had me get up and reposition myself so that I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. He spread my knees apart and had me bend forward until I was leaning on my face and shoulders, my ass up in the air, spread and pointed at the camera. He then knelt down to one side of me.
"I'm gonna play with your ass for a while for our members, babe. They wanna see a little finger action."
My hole was already well-lubed but he must have added some to his fingers because it was very slick when he started sliding them around my stretched pucker. He slid one finger in and I barely felt it, I was so relaxed. I did feel it when it brushed my prostate and sparks shot all through me. As he pulled the finger out he slid another one in. He repeated this a couple of times, fucking me with one finger, then another. After several thrusts like this I felt both fingers enter me. It was still an easy fit, given the double fucking I'd already received. He fucked me harder with the two fingers, twisting and turning them into me like a screw. When he added a third finger I finally felt a little stretch. It didn't hurt, just felt comfortably full. He gently worked those fingers into me. The drinks and pill had me drifting into a dream world as he fucked my hole with his three fingers. After a while he pulled out and then re-inserted. It felt a little tighter and it took me a minute to realize that he'd added his little finger to the others.
He pushed in and out of me, twisting and turning, stretching and curling his fingers. All four fingers combined weren't as big as some of the toys we'd used so I barely felt the stretch, except when they were all the way in and the wide part of his hand neared me, but then he'd pull it out, leaving me feeling empty. Then he thrust his fingers back in. I was getting into the motion and the rhythm and was forcing my butt back to meet him. He was caressing my check with his other hand and I was getting that dreamy feeling again, when I felt the change. He'd tucked his thumb into his palm and inserted that with the other four fingers. I suddenly realized what tonight's main act was going to be.
"No way, Quentin. That's just not gonna work."
"Sure it will, Mikey. My hands are small, not much bigger than that butt plug you swallowed up last week. And you hadn't even taken a Valium then. Just relax and enjoy."
"I still don't think it'll work."
"There's a bottle of poppers on the bed next to you. Take a hit or two and relax. Don't worry, I'm not gonna force anything. I'll just play a while and let you get used to it."
So I grabbed the bottled and inhaled while Quentin continued to play with my ass. He did as he said and didn't force anything, just took a long time pressing into me as far as his hand would easily go, then pulling out again. He twisted his hand around a bit as he pushed in and out. Now and then I took a hit on the poppers and felt him push a little harder. I had just inhaled deeply from the bottle when I felt Quentin's lips place a soft kiss on my left cheek. Then he gave a hard thrust with his hand. I felt a stretching like never before. The rush from the poppers passed through my body as he continued to push. I started feeling pain and realized I was whimpering. I tried to go along with him but finally I decided I had to say something to get him to stop. Just as I opened my mouth I felt a sharp stab of pain but then it all subsided.
At first I thought he had pulled back but then I realized the opposite was true. The widest part of his hand had passed through my ring and he was inside me, with my hole having closed up over his wrist.
"I'm in, babe, I'm in. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. It hurt a lot and I was going to stop you, but it's okay now."
Quentin's wrist was no bigger around than some of the dildos we'd used though it was still a pretty tight fit. It was his hand buried inside me that was really filling, though. He very gradually worked his hand in me, twisting it, pushing in a little, pulling out a bit. I was feeling a bit drowsy again. While he was mashing my prostate when he moved his hand, it wasn't a very sexual feeling. What turned me on about it was in my head, not in my ass. It was Quentin inside me, completely filling me, in control of me. That's what thrilled me about what we were doing, what we had been doing all along. He could do anything he wanted with me, as long as he did something.
While I was off in deep thought Quentin had continued working his hand up inside me. I had no idea how far he got, but I became aware that he was stretching my hole again. He had begun to pull back.
"Okay, Mikey, better go for those poppers again. I'm gonna take my hand out."
I'd gotten so used to the feeling of having him inside me that I'd forgotten that he was going to have to open me up again to get his hand out. He pulled back two or three times, a little further each time, and then with one steady motion he pulled his hand all the way out. For a few seconds there was that sharp pain, but that was all. Then there was nothing but a very empty feeling. I was sure my hole was gaping open as Quentin softly ran his fingers around it. A few seconds later I heard Jorge's fingers tapping the keyboard, indicating the show was over.
"You did fantastic, Mikey. That was amazing." Quentin patted me lightly on my butt, which was still up in the air. I slid forward until I was lying on my belly.
"Yeah, that was so awesome, Mike. I've never seen anything like it." I looked back and Jorge had a rock hard erection poking up from his lap.
"I'd help you out with that thing but I'm a little wiped out."
"Don't worry about it. You've had more than your fill tonight, so to speak."
Quentin stayed next to me running his hands lightly over my body while Jorge went into the kitchen for another round of drinks. Usually we'd sit in the living room and go over the night's performance, but I wasn't up for sitting, so I just lay on my belly while the others talked.
"That was so incredible being inside you like that, Mike. It was a real power trip, knowing I was in complete control, totally occupying your body. But even more than power, there was a feeling of intimacy, that we were sharing something pretty special."
"I know what you mean, at least from the other side, but I'm not sure I'd want to do it again. Anything you do gives me that feeling. I don't need extreme sex to get it."
"Well, every week we do a different show, so we won't be repeating that one for a while."
My ass was sore the whole next day. I had to be very careful sitting down at work, but I tried to not be obvious about it. I knew Quentin was coming over that night and as much as I wanted to see him, I wasn't sure I'd be able to do anything sexual with him. Maybe he'd be content with fucking my mouth. He was even more considerate than that when he showed up.
"I know your butt has got to be hurting, so we'll skip the sex tonight, if that's all right with you. Let's just hang and talk, maybe plan some upcoming shows."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to know about the shows in advance, that you wanted to surprise me with them."
'Yeah, well, that was mostly leading up to last night. I knew we'd be doing some fisting eventually and I also knew you would never go for it if you knew in advance. I don't know that we'll be doing anything else so extreme that I'd have to spring it on you at the last minute so it's okay for you to hear some ideas ahead of time."
"Maybe I don't have a very good imagination, but I can't think of anything we haven't done."
"Oh, there's lots of things. We've been getting requests for kinkier stuff, but I'm not sure what I want to do and what we can do that would make for a good show."
"Like what, for instance?"
"Well, there have been a couple of guys asking for some scat scenes. They want to see someone squat over your face and shit into your open mouth."
I nearly spit out the sip of beer I'd just taken. "No way. I want to do what you want, Quentin, but I'd be sick if we did that."
"Don't worry, Mikey. Shit really turns me off. That's why I've always made sure you were squeaky clean inside and out before any of our events. Besides, this is supposed to be about your ass, not your mouth."
I was relieved. The thought of that really turned me off, but knowing how much I wanted to please Quentin, I was afraid that if he had insisted, I would have done it. And I really didn't want to do that.
Quentin got up and started walking around the apartment, going from the bedroom to the bathroom, looking around.
"We've had several requests for water sports, too. That would be really messy in the bedroom, but maybe Jorge can run a long cable for the web cam into the bathroom. That way we could put on a show in the bathtub. You could kneel in the tub and I'd stand over you, pissing on your face, into your open mouth, down your throat. What do you think of that, Mikey?"
"I don't think I'd like it." The thought of what piss must taste like made my stomach feel queasy.
"Of course, what would be more in keeping with the theme of the web site and what I'd find hotter, would be to give you a piss enema. You know, just shove my dick in your hole and let loose. Unfortunately, that's 'internal' action and wouldn't make a very exciting video."
I had to admit that the idea of Quentin filling my insides with his hot piss kind of turned me on. As long as I didn't have to taste it.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Maybe we could get one of those medical tools, a speculum I think it's called. I could use it to open you up and keep your hole wide open. Then I could have target practice, pissing on your ass, trying to get as much into your gaping hole as possible."
That idea actually sounded hot and my dick indicated its approval by plumping up a bit, which Quentin immediately noticed.
"Damn, you really are a pig. I mention water sports and you act all prim and proper, like, 'Oh no, I couldn't do that. That's disgusting.' But the further into it I go, the harder you get. You really are a raunchy slut, aren't you?"
I wanted so much to tell Quentin that, while I did enjoy a lot of the things he was making me do, it was mostly because it was him doing them to me. I wasn't a slut for cock, or cum, or toys, or fists, or piss. I was a slut for Quentin. But because he had never shown any interest in me other than how far he could go using my hole and how much money he could make off it, I couldn't risk letting him know that my involvement in this was mostly emotional, not just physical. So I had to keep doing what he wanted, letting him think I was an indiscriminate slut.
"I'll talk to Jorge about extending the web cam and we'll see what we can do. I don't have to make a decision until the weekend."
To be continued...