CHAPTER SEVEN
Once again he 'gulped' in anticipation. He really needs to stop doing that or I'm going to cream my jeans and spoil all our plans for the rest of the evening.
I reached into the cupboard under the bathroom sink and pulled out the small butt-plug and the lube I'd stashed there earlier when the others were taking their coats off.
I showed it to him, and he nodded bashfully, recognising it for what it was and knowing immediately what I was asking.
"Here, hang on to this for a minute would you?", I said, putting it up to his lips.
His eyes went wide, but obedient as ever, his teeth parted and he took the small fake cock into his mouth.
Now, one of the many pleasures of keeping your boy naked is that you get instant feedback on your actions. Noah (or ever-hard as I was beginning to think of him) was no exception. As the full six inches of the training dildo slid between his teeth and nudged the back of his throat, he emitted a groan of pleasure and his cock twitched, burping up another dollop of pre-cum.
"Excellent, nice to see you like your new toy. Turn around now and we'll get you lubed up so it can go where it really belongs".
I smeared my middle finger with lube, and over the course of about three minutes worked it up into his tight little chute.
"You OK up there?", I asked. I could feel the tension in his sphincter, but it was gradually easing as he got used to the intruding digit.
He nodded for me and grunted something unintelligible that I took to be positive encouragement to carry on.
"OK then time for one more - this may sting a little - try to push out as I push in".
Again, with gentle coaxing and lots of words of encouragement we got to the stage of me having two fingers buried up to the hilt in his sweet boy-hole. I could feel the hard little nut of his prostate, but was deliberately trying to avoid stimulating it. Much as I'd love to see him spray a fountain of cum there and then, I wanted him at his peak for the remainder of this evening's performance.
"OK, here's the lube", I said passing it up to him. "Take the toy out of your mouth now and get it nice and slippy to go up here". On the word 'here' I scissored apart the two fingers inside his hole, stretching him nicely and eliciting another of those sexy (but this time muffled) groans.
He handed me back the well-lubed butt-plug, it's rubber body warm to the touch from being in his mouth for the last few minutes. I looked at it for a second with a kind of envy - it was after all going to be inside Noah's special place before I was - but I knew it was in a good cause, and that my cock would be replacing it in due course.
So there it was - six inches of fun; not too big around, and with a nice narrow section at the base that his sphincter could grab onto to stop it popping out.
Ugly black plug of rubber as it was, it's purpose made it truly a thing of beauty. I paused for a moment on the cusp a little fantasy: if I ruled the world, then every teenage boy would be made to wear one of these things constantly -- keeping them horny and ready.
But back to the here and now - why was I dreaming about such things when my actual fantasy was right in front of me? I had a freshly shaved, naked Noah with his bum hole about to be stretched for my later pleasure.
It took us a minute or two to work it in, but to be honest the journey was just as much fun as the destination. We paused a couple of times with it partially inside him, waiting for his muscles to relax around the invader. The sight of the thing half-in was truly beautiful, as his un-practiced, taut little ring become used to each extra inch.
But like all good things it came to an end, and finally it was fully absorbed as his body pulled the last half-inch into him, leaving just a black circle of rubber on the outside, about the size of a two-pound coin.
"How's that then, little one?".
"Oh fuck Sir, it feels really weird. I mean I'm full up, but randy as hell. There's no way my cock is going down with this in me. Well, unless Sir you want to ...", he trailed off, his eyes cast down towards his throbbing boyhood, clearly asking for relief.
I looked up at him and leaned over. He gasped in anticipation of a blow-job, but I just gave him a little peck on the knob and a spank to the arse.
"Hah! No chance. Right boy, let's get you back out on display then - let's see what the others think of your makeover".
My words brought him back to reality. He had a very expressive face, and you could see that while we were locked in the bathroom getting him shaved and plugged he'd forgotten all about the outside world and his waiting audience.
He shook himself, almost as if to say "I must obey, I must obey" and stepped out of the bath tub.
I gave him one last wipe-down, opened the door, and walked to the living room, Noah a few paces behind me.
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