This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age or residence.
This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexuality, personality, or behaviour of the actual person.
-------------- TURNING JONNY - PART 3 --------------
Set in the summer of 2003
For DS
"Aye, that was a decent cup of tea, my man" said Sean, after downing the last of what Jonny had made for him. The rugby player just stood in front of him, eagerly watching the masseur appreciate his efforts.
"Thank you sir" Jonny said, smiling.
Sean handed Jonny the cup, sending the rugby player running back to the kitchen to throw it in the dishwasher. When he returned, Sean gestured towards his big sports bag on the floor.
"Now grab me bag and then get up them stairs" Sean commanded. Jonny did as he was told, hoisting the bag on to his shoulder and then heading up. Sean followed close behind, and Jonny led him into his rather large en-suite bedroom.
"Aye, this will do" said Sean, looking around. "This will do nicely."
"Where should I put the bag?" asked Jonny.
"On yer bed" said Sean, and Jonny complied. Sean then made his way over and unzipped it, starting to fish things out. Jonny's eyes widened as he saw an array of big fat leather restraints, steel chains, rubber toys and all sorts of other things being laid on his bed.
"Roight" said Sean, once the bag was unloaded and he'd flung it over to the side of the room, "let's get you sorted out."
Jonny stood still and stared straight ahead as Sean began to dress him, lifting arms or feet as and when required. A fat studded leather collar was put around his neck and secured in place with a padlock, and even fatter restraints went round his wrists and ankles. Sean then put a wide leather harness on Jonny, tightening it so it gripped the rugby player's pecs quite tightly. Finally he got Jonny into a black jockstrap, and then stepped back to check him over.
"Give us a twirl" he said, causing Jonny to smile a bit as he put out his arms and slowly turned round. "Aye, you'll do" Sean finished. Jonny smiled at him.
Sean then went back to the bed and started to rummage through the pile of rubber toys, eventually selecting a fairly short but wide dildo. He then grabbed a bottle of lube, and held them out for Jonny.
"Roight boy, I'm gonna be sitting there on that chair, and I want you to get this up inside you."
"Yes sir" said Jonny, taking the dildo and lube. Sean then sat down in a chair by the side of the room and stared at him.
Jonny put the dildo on the bed, opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some into his hand. He then put the bottle down, picked up the dildo and proceeded to rub the gel over its surface. He had never held a dildo in his hand before, and was quite turned on by the realistic veins and balls. Once he had covered the toy, he turned back to face Sean and then reached back behind himself with one hand to start inserting.
"Turn around boy" commanded Sean, "I want to see it go in."
Jonny did as requested, and then bent his legs a bit to open up his arse. He put the dildo at his hole and began to push, encountering quite a bit of resistance. However, Sean's basic training thus far had taught him to push out like he was taking a shit, and as he did so the head started to move inside. He grimaced at the stretching, but kept pushing until the dildo was properly inside. He then repositioned his hand underneath the base of the toy and applied more pressure, gradually getting the whole of it inside him. He was stretched wider than he'd ever been and aching like crazy, but he was pleased with himself and hoped Sean would be too.
"Well done boy" said Sean. "Now fuck yourself with it."
"Yes sir" said Jonny, before gripping the balls of the dildo and starting to push it in and out. It felt very weird doing this himself, but as his arse began to stretch and loosen it found it both easier and more pleasurable. In time he was getting quite a rhythm going, pushing and pulling the dildo out of himself in long strokes.
"OK" said Sean, after a few minutes, "time for something bigger."
He got off the chair and came back over to the bed, reaching immediately for the largest dildo there. It was over a foot long, the thickness of a wine bottle, and was smooth and straight without any fake balls. He picked it up, then turned and handed it to Jonny, whose eyes had widened at the sight and feel of the massive toy.
"This one's gonna be a bit more work" said Sean, "but I know you want to please me."
"Yes sir" Jonny said, pulling the other dildo out of himself and setting it on the floor. He then started to lube up the bigger one, not sure how he was going to get it inside without ripping himself open.
"I think ye'll be needing a bit of help with this one" Sean said, studying his boy. He then reached over on to the bed, pushed aside some of the toys and eventually stood back up with a small glass bottle. "Take a few sniffs of this and you'll be sailing" he said.
Jonny was not so naive to have not heard of poppers, but was nervous about actually using them. Being an athlete he was so scared to try anything that might show up in a random drug test that he even powered through colds and the flu without taking medication, so this was going to be a whole big leap into the unknown.
Once the dildo was lubed up, he reached back behind himself and started trying to push it in, but it was going to be too much of a struggle to do it that way because of its size. He therefore turned around, positioned it on the bed and held it in place with one hand while lowering himself on to it until it was pushing at his hole. Sean then opened the bottle of poppers and held it under Jonny's nose, the rugby player pausing before seeming to give up on caring and taking a deep inhale.
Sean stood beside Jonny as the rugby player started to lower himself down the toy, fighting to get it to enter him but eventually succeeding. As it popped inside Jonny let out a near-silent yelp, his eyes watering from the pain. Sean held the bottle of poppers under Jonny's nose again, encouraging the player to inhale one nostril at a time. The effect kicked in, and Jonny began to descend the dildo. Once he was far enough down to stabilise the dildo, Sean handed him the bottle of poppers and went back to his seat to watch his boy gradually impale himself.
Jonny's head was floating from a mix of pain, poppers and arousal, but he kept at the task in hand and slowly made his way down the dildo. He fought the urge to stand back up and expel the giant object breaking in new parts of his behind, using the poppers to relax as best he could until it was all the way inside. When he finally rested his arse on the bed he breathed out properly for the first time in a while, amazed that he'd managed to get the dildo in.
"Good boy" said Sean, "well done. Now, rest yourself for a bit, and then I wanna see you fuck yourself again."
"Yes sir" said Jonny, panting slightly. He stayed sitting, staring at Sean as he tried to relax, and eventually felt the urge to start riding the dildo. He took another hit of poppers, then put the lid back on the bottle and laid it beside himself on the bed. He then propped his arms either side of himself, adjusted the position of his feet, and started to slowly moved up and down. The dildo hurt like hell, but it was an amazing, intoxicating sort of pain, and he wanted more. His riding began to get a bit faster and his upward thrusts went higher, giving Sean a great view of the huge schlong moving in and out of his arse.
Eventually Jonny was properly fucking himself on the giant dildo, the pain having mostly gone and his prostate now getting a hell of a working over. Jonny pondered just where in his insides the dildo was reaching to as he pounded himself up and down on it, and wondered if his arse would ever be the same after this experience.
Sean got pretty excited watching his boy take the mammoth rubber dick with such apparent ease, remembering the number of times his boys had ultimately failed to get it inside. Jonny's arse was naturally accommodating it seemed, and Sean was thrilled at the prospect of what was to come now that he had fully tested his boys talents.
"Boy, get that thing out of yer arse and get on all fours" he eventually said, his rock hard cock wanting release. "Time for some more of me special lube in that hole."
Jonny slowly raised himself fully off the dildo, gripping it as he reached the top so he could throw it on the floor. He then turned around and assumed the commanded position, pointing his arse up in the air. He wanted to feel back around to see just how gaping his hole was now, but decided that he'd wait for Sean to do whatever he needed to do first.
Sean got off his seat, made his way over to the bed and got up on it on his knees. He shuffled into position behind Jonny, and then just rammed his cock into the widely-stretched hole. He then started a furiously fast fucking, wanting nothing more than to get off inside his boy again. It only took a few minutes before he yelled out and bred Jonny.
"Thank you sir" said Jonny, as Sean's cock softened inside him.
"My pleasure boy" panted Sean, pulling himself out and sitting back on his ankles. He stared at Jonny's gaping, cummy hole, loving the view to the soft darkness inside.
Sean then reached over and pushed aside a couple of toys in order to pick up a large buttplug. He grabbed the bottle of lube still sitting on the edge of the bed, put some on the toy and then positioned it at Jonny's hole. He firmly pushed it in, causing Jonny to jump a bit as the wide head stretched him even more than the huge dildo had done. Then, when it was fully embedded and felt secure, he gave Jonny's arsecheeks and light slap before getting off the bed.
"Boy" he said, "I'm gonna go make some calls. You stay right here, understood?"
"Yes sir" said Jonny, his forehead resting on the bedspread as he remained on all fours.
With that, Sean got off the bed and made his way out of the room to head downstairs to get his phone from his tracksuit jacket. It had taken much less training than usual, but Sean could see that Jonny was already primed for his real purpose and ultimate destiny, and there was no point in beating about the bush. Money was to be made.
"Mr Woodward? It's Sean. He's ready..."
TO BE CONTINUED
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