Page 33 of Daddy Marc's Gem

He massaged the sensitive gland with careful precision, gauging Foster’s responses. “How does that feel, baby? You like it when Daddy sticks his fingers in your ass? I bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock. What do you think?”

“I…I don’t know, I…” Foster whipped his head from side to side, his eyes screwed shut.

Marc watched the emotions play across Foster's face—ecstasy, vulnerability, and a hint of overwhelmed panic. He eased the pressure slightly, allowing him to catch his breath.

“Open your eyes for me.” When his blue eyes fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure, Marc smiled. “There you are. You're doing so well for me, taking my fingers like you were made for this.”

Foster's breathing steadied somewhat, though his chest still rose and fell rapidly. “I always hoped it would feel this good.”

Marc smiled, twisting his hand while separating his fingers to stretch him further. “It's about to feel even better.” He removed his fingers, ignoring Foster’s cry of protest. “I’ll make you that way many other nights. I have something else planned for tonight,” He reached for the plug, coating it generously with lube. “Lift your legs and hold them open.”

Marc helped Foster position himself. His gaze flicked down to take in the sight of Foster’s exposed hole, pretty and pink, with the slightest dusting of light hairs around the wrinkled opening. Foster turned his head to the side in obvious embarrassment.

“Watch me.” Marc held up the plug. “This is going to be inside you soon, stretching you open, a reminder of who you belong to when I’m not here.”

Foster’s gaze fixed on the toy, his pupils dilated. When he was satisfied that Foster was in the present, he positioned theslick tip against his entrance, applying gentle pressure without pushing in.

“Breathe for me.” Marc gave a slight twist of his wrist. “Deep breath in... and out slowly.”

As Foster exhaled, Marc increased the pressure, the plug’s tapered end breaching the snug rim. As Marc pushed deeper, spreading his hole wider, Foster gasped, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing again.

“That's it.” Marc groaned at the sight of Foster’s stretched rim wrapped around the hard object, the toy slowly disappearing into his ass with each gentle, rocking motion. “Your body knows what to do. Just relax and let it happen.”

Foster’s moans increased, his head thrashing again, his cock leaking against his stomach.

“Almost there, baby.” His own cock was achingly hard at the sight of Foster taking the toy up his ass so well. “Push out a bit, it helps.”

Foster nodded, his brow creasing, and with a final push, the plug slipped past the widest point until the jeweled base nestled snugly against his entrance.

“Fuck. I wish you could see how gorgeous you are, that pretty hole all plugged up for me.” Marc ran his hands up and down the backs of Foster's trembling thighs. “How does it feel?”

Foster blinked rapidly, his mouth slack as he seemed to consider Marc’s question. “Full. So full. And... oh!” His eyes widened as he shifted slightly. “It’s right there, God, it's right there.”

One corner of Marc’s mouth quirked in a smile. “That’s right, baby boy.” He nudged the base, and Foster cried out. “Right against your gland. Think about how you’ll be wearing it when I’m not here. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to escape the unrelenting sensations. And you’ll know I’m the one who gave them to you, that I control your pleasure.”

Foster's eyes glazed over, his chest heaving with rapid breaths. “You... you really want me to wear it when you're not here?”

“That’s right,” Marc’s smile widened, his voice deepening into a low rumble as he pressed gently on the base of the plug again. “We’ll work out a schedule. Maybe you’ll wear it while you’re restoring an antique. Or when you're running errands, feeling it shift inside you with every step.”

A whimper escaped Foster’s throat, his cockhead turning an angry red, leaving a fresh smear of precum. “Everyone would know...”

Marc leaned down, licking up the fresh liquid on Foster’s belly. “No one would know but us. You’ll be carrying our secret around, a constant reminder that you’re mine and no one else’s.”

“Yesss…” Foster hissed.

“Let me help you lower your legs so you can roll over. It’s time to replace that plug with my cock.”

Foster shuddered at Marc’s words, his body becoming pliant in Marc’s hands. After massaging Foster’s joints and making sure he was comfortable, he guided him onto his stomach. Foster let out small grunts, which were likely caused by the plug shifting inside him, teasing his prostate. Foster buried his face in the pillow and let out a long moan.

“No hiding,” Marc said, dragging his palm down Foster’s spine. “I want to hear every sound you make.” He grabbed another pillow with one hand and tapped Foster’s hip with the other. “Push up so I can put this pillow beneath you. That’s it, perfect.”

Marc took a moment to appreciate his work. Foster’s ass was propped up nicely, his legs bent at the knees to further open him up, to make it easier for Marc to go balls deep. The sight of the plug’s ornate base protruding from his stretched hole was magnificent. Someday, if Foster were ever brave enough, he’dtake a picture of him like this and make Foster look at it while he jacked him off.

Marc swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. He needed to pick up the pace. Pretty soon, he’d reach the point of no return and come before he’d had the chance to pierce that tight hole.

He reached for the lube again, along with a condom. They’d get on the same page with protection before their next encounter, but for now, Marc put the rubber on, then slicked up his cock with a generous amount of lube. He tapped the base of the plug, Foster jerking and gasping with each small strike.

Marc sucked in a sharp breath, grabbing the base of his dick before he ended up ruining their night. It was most definitely time to get that plug out. Playing with Foster’s ass was way too much fun, but now he was aching to beinsideit.

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