Page 45 of Totally Fanatic

He stumbles through the window to my loft, and I climb in afterward, closing it and the blinds after I’m through.

“You said naked, right?” he asks, stripping his shirt over his head and kicking off his shoes. His muscles bulge in all the right places, tanned skin tightly wrapping each one with barely a blemish. This guy really is a god.

I lean against the wall and watch him undress.

“Turn around, I want to see that ass I’ll be claiming as soon as you strip.”

He turns and peers over one shoulder.

“Yes, boss,” he replies, looping his fingers into the hem of his pants and pulling them over his round ass, bending forward as he pushes them down.

“Is that a plug?” I ask, stepping forward.

“Oh, right. I forgot I put that there,” he says, looking back at me from his totally head-down position. He really is moreflexible than I thought. He’s got his hands around his ankles, lifting his feet free from his pants all the while holding eye contact with me, flashing a cheeky grin that tells me he in no way forgot that it was there. “Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it, but you can’t have really forgotten you have a plug in.”

He shrugs, stepping his other foot out and sliding his pants aside before rising.

“I was going to tell you at the pub, but you were upset and then… Well, I got distracted.”

“When did you do this?”

“I wore it to the game. I wanted to be ready for you if you decided you wanted to… you know.”

I grab my crotch and adjust myself. My cock hard and straining against the tight fabric. “Just knowing you had that in has gotten me so hard.” He licks his lips as his gaze drops to my groin. “Get on the bed, I want a better look at what you did for me.”

Lion climbs onto my bed, turns onto his back and pulls his knees up. There, wedged into his perfect ass, is a purple and green butt plug. The colors of the Funky Monkeys. My team. Just like this is going to be my ass.

“It’s custom,” he says, reaching between his legs and twisting it in place. “I ordered it from this online place, the balls inside look like baseballs.”

“There are balls inside, too?”

“Just five, of different sizes, they get smaller the deeper they go.”

He turns it again, and I can tell by the way his eyes flutter just a little that he likes the way it feels.

“Can I do that?” I ask, and he moves his hand away.

“I told you, it’s yours. You can do whatever you like.”

“Then lie back because we’re going to be here for a while.”

I grab the flavored lube from my bedside table, leaving the drawer open for later. It has a few of my own toys and condoms we might need. I climb onto the bed between his legs, his thick cock resting against his stomach, already half hard and leaking.

As much as I want to taste him again, I want this more. I grip the base of the plug with two fingers and pull slightly, testing his grip on it. There’s only a little resistance, and when I slowly draw it out, his head lolls back, and he lets out a slight moan.

“I’m going to fuck you with this perfect plug you brought until you’re stretched wide open for me, begging me to fill you with my cock, does that sound good?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yes, boss. Whatever you say, boss.”

I bite down on my lip. Hearing him call me that sends a roll of pleasure over my body, culminating in my balls that I’ve never experienced before. I’ve done role-plays with partners in the past but never have I needed to be the one in control. The one calling the shots. The feeling is exhilarating, primal, and so fucking sexy.

“Call me boss again,” I say, squeezing the lube over the plug.

“Yes, boss,” he replies, and I squeeze lube down over his balls, letting it drip into his crease. Sliding my fingers between his ass cheeks, I spread it up and down, his hole already opening for me, and as much as my fingers want to slip inside, I don’t let them. Instead, I push the plug back in and start moving it in and out in a steady rhythm.

He arches his back a little on every insertion as his ass clenches around it.

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