Page 15 of Room for Elijah

Elijah did as he’d been told, so he had a front-row seat to his own semi-deflowering. Rienk brought the plug up to Elijah’s hole and circled the tip around it. “I know this is going to sound counter-intuitive but push out as I slide it in.”

Elijah didn’t hesitate. These boys had become his friends. More than. If nothing else, he believed that they knew what they were doing here. So he bore down as Rienk slipped the plug past his ring and into his ass. There was a burn to being stretched this much, but he re-doubled his efforts, and as Rienk had said, it was surprisingly effective at alleviating the resistance. Rienk pushed the plug all the way in with one smooth motion. Elijah lay panting, squeezing the narrow base of the plug and marveling at how aroused he was. Rienk teased that pleasure by toggling the plug.

“Oh!” Elijah jerked and would have doubled over if Nico hadn’t kept him in place. His cock strained up from his belly, hard, pulsing and with a bit of pre-cum dribbling past his slit. “I need to come.” When he tried to reach for his dick, however, Rienk batted his hand away.

And replaced it with his mouth. Elijah’s cock was buried in the boy’s throat before he could register what Rienk was doing. Nico joined in by tweaking Elijah’s nipple. It was all too much, and he came in a rush that had him screaming and writhing more than he’d ever done before. His inhibitions had been broken down, so he no longer tried to hold any reaction back. When the orgasm subsided, he lay limp in Nico’s arms. It took a long while before his heartrate and breathing slowed enough that he could open his eyes and think clearly. Nico still cradled him, but Rienk had left the bed. The plug remained seated in Elijah’s ass, a steady reminder for what had led to such an awesome climax. If an object can do this, how much better will it be with Dermott’s dick? He wanted to lie there for hours just thinking about it, but he needed to go to work. They all did.

“I guess we have to get up.”

With a giggle, Nico kissed his temple. “Unfortunately, we do. You love your plug, though, don’t you?”

“At the moment. I’m still not convinced I can run around with this thing in. What if it falls out?”

“It won’t.” Rienk came back into the room, carrying a scrap of blue cloth. “You’ll manage to hold it in. I mean, you don’t crap on the floor, right? Same principle. And I have these.” He held up a pair of skimpy blue briefs. “They’re fresh out of the package and are tighter than those boxers you wear. The snug fit will give you more confidence about holding it in place.”

Delighted and touched at the thought, Elijah took the briefs and stepped into them. Rienk had been right about making him more comfortable—if one didn’t count how the plug pressed mercilessly against his prostate. He took a few tentative steps and the sparks sent flying through his body nearly made him groan. And his cock started to re-awaken.

He stared down at his crotch with dismay. “I’m going to walk around with a boner all evening.”

The others laughed that off. “So, go into the bathroom and take care of it as much as you need to.” Nico offered this advice as if it were obvious.

“Is that okay?” The idea seemed decadent and embarrassing.

Nico shrugged. “There’s no sign in any of the bathrooms that says ‘no jerking off’. And the employee one is single use anyway.”

“You won’t be the first or the last, sweetie,” Rienk chimed in. “And it’s not like you’re in chastity or anything. Daddy doesn’t mind if you jerk yourself off every hour on the hour.”

That comment caught Elijah’s attention. He stopped clenching around the plug. “Is that a thing—the chastity I mean?”

“Sometimes… I mean we’re not really into BDSM, but occasionally Daddy adds orgasm denial to our play. I’m sure if you ask him, he’ll take control over how and when you come.”

“Huh.” It was an intriguing idea, but so much had happened at a lightning pace, he knew he wasn’t ready for anything more than he was doing. “I’ll think about it. Now, I have to get a move on before Frankie has a cow.”

Dressing was an unusual experience. Everything was. With each movement, however small, the plug made itself known. It was like a constant itch that couldn’t really be scratched. Going down to the kitchen and getting to work helped. It took his mind off being filled with a foreign object that rubbed nearly constantly against his prostate. He had to excuse himself once after doing prep for dinner and felt both flustered and excitingly naughty as he jerked off over the toilet. He could swear both Frankie and Antonio knew what he’d been up to, given the two guys’ mirrored expressions when he returned to the kitchen. And as he entered the queens’ dressing room to give them their usual snack before performing, some of them gave him what he felt certain was a knowing look, as well.

It’s just my imagination. Rienk and Nico would never gossip about me.

As usual, Cutie Pie was the first to grab some of the food. “How are you doing, mama?”

Elijah straightened and squeezed the base of the plug automatically. He was already getting hard again, but his chef coat hid everything. “I’m fine, thanks.” Hopefully the smile he shot the queen conveyed happiness only and not arousal.

Cutie Pie scrutinized him while chewing, then swallowing. “You look like you’ve settled in okay. Is Dermott treating you well?”

“Absolutely.”

“Hmm-m. That’s good to hear.” The queen got a little closer before adding, “I worry that things are going a little too fast for you. This is a big adjustment, and you know you don’t have to jump at the first opportunity for sex or love. It’s okay to need more time.”

The comment first confused, then irritated him. He was old enough to make his own decisions, and no one had pressured him into anything. “I know that,” he snapped. Politeness stepped in, as did appreciation that Cutie Pie seemed sincere in her concern. “Sorry. I get what you’re saying, and thanks for worrying. But I’m good…really. This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

Cutie Pie patted his arm. “It’s okay, honey. I’m not trying to pry or stir the pot. And I believe you about this being the best thing to happen to you. It’s just that it doesn’t necessarily mean that this is the best your life could ever be. Anyway, I’m here for you if you need a confidant.” With that, the queen sauntered away.

A bit disturbed by the interaction, Elijah headed back to the kitchen. Every movement still caused the plug to remind him of its presence. The feel of it oddly kept him centered, grounded, reassured him of who he was and what he wanted. Cutie Pie’s warning faded away with each step. Then suddenly, there was Dermott, coming toward him in the hallway, looking as sexy as usual and obviously pleased to see him. When they met, he reached for Elijah’s face, slowly as always, giving him a chance to say no. Elijah never did. He closed his eyes at the first touch of Dermott’s fingers and leaned into the kiss.

It wasn’t as passionate as it could have been, but it still sent shivers through him and made his heart beat faster. For such a hard man, Dermott’s lips were always soft and gentle. Even when his tongue entered Elijah’s mouth, the conquest was a measured one. Elijah never felt trapped or overwhelmed by a superior strength. And when Dermott pulled him closer and cupped his ass, the man hummed in appreciation. He pressed the bottom of Elijah’s cheeks, finding the base of the plug and jiggling it. Elijah couldn’t help whimpering.

Dermott broke the kiss and put his mouth close to Elijah’s ear. “I can’t tell you how hot it makes me, knowing that you’re prepping for me to fuck you.”

Elijah shuddered and pressed closer. He was hard against Dermott and wanted to hump the man’s leg, not caring that he would soil himself and have to change. At that moment, coming with Dermott’s hands on him was the most important thing in the world. His efforts were met by an equally aroused Dermott. Maybe it was the plug’s influence, but Elijah became bold.

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