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“Good guess!” Derek pulled out his own phone and made a few taps and swipes, causing Cory to almost drop his own phone in surprise when the plug suddenly began to vibrate. “It’s a vibrating,remote-controlledbutt plug.”
Cory bit his lip to keep from moaning. The plug was very slowly pulsing in his hole, and it was making his cock chub up fast. Happy with the reaction, Derek used his phone once again to turn it off.
“It’s got a phone app that uses Bluetooth to let me control it,” Derek began explaining. “And now that the app is on your phone, too, I can control it from anywhere, as long as you keep your phone on you. And youwillkeep it on you tonight, won’t you, boy?”
Cory’s dick twitched at the implication. Derek was going to keep him plugged all night at the party, randomly turning the vibrator on and off, driving him crazy. Hell, if he wasn’t careful, someone might even be able to figure out what was happening.
“Yes, sir.” Cory hated that he loved the idea.
“It’s gonna be a pretty busy night, and we probably won’t see much of each other,” Derek reasoned, as he turned the toy back on. “This way you won’t feel so neglected when we can’t be with you. See? I’m always looking after my boy.”
“Thank you, sir,” Cory managed to get out between gritted teeth as he rode the plug’s pulses. “Very thoughtful of you.”
“You’re welcome, boy.” Derek grinned lecherously, turning it off once more. “Now then, ready to head back downstairs?”
Cory thought for a moment. He briefly considered asking for the cock cage, knowing the plug would have him boning up in no time but decided against it … for now. “No, sir. All good here.”
“Good.” Derek smiled and turned off the plug again before leading Cory out of the room.
“Why are you locking the door, sir?” Cory asked as Derek reinserted the key to his bedroom door.
“You think I trust those animals downstairs with any of the stuff up here? Fuck, no.”
“You think she knows root beer is non-alcoholic?” Stephanie and Cory were people-watching again, this time focused on a girl who was actingwaytoo drunk for someone who had only downed several glasses of soda.
“Not if we don’t tell her.” Cory sipped his own beer, watching as the girl “stumbled” about, enjoying the attention.
“So…” Stephanie turned in her seat. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“What?!” Cory choked on his beer, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
“Oh, relax. No one heard me.” Stephanie rolled her eyes.
“Why are you asking?” Cory tried to relax.
“You’ve been really busy lately. I haven’t even seen you online much,” Steph pointed out. “Thought maybe that could be what’s been taking up all your time lately.”
“Oh. Well, no. Not exactly…” Cory told her, speaking the last bit into his beer bottle.
“Huh?”
“Nothing. No boyfriends to speak of. So—AAH!” Cory jumped as he felt the plug turn on once more, nearly spilling more of his poor beer.
“You okay?” Stephanie raised an eyebrow at Cory.
“Yeah, sorry.” Cory did his best to hold his voice steady as the plug buzzed incessantly against his prostate. “Beer went down the wrong pipe.”
Stephanie narrowed her eyes but said nothing, taking a sip of her own. Cory looked around the backyard, seeing if he could locate his tormentor. He spotted Derek a few feet away, standing with Tricia and Taylor. He smiled and waved at Cory, phone in hand.Bastard.
“Oh my god, she’s taking her clothes off.” Stephanie stared, wide-eyed, at root beer girl attempting to remove her shirt as two of her friends struggled beside her to hold it down.
“Oh, god.” Cory watched as well, or at least attempted to before feeling the vibrations of the plug pulse even faster.
“I know, right? We should be filming this.” Steph finished her beer and pulled out her phone. “Hold on, I’m gonna get some close-ups.”
“Have … fun…” Cory was gripping his knee tightly as he rode the waves of pleasure coming from his prostate. “I know I am…”
“You doin’ alright there, Cor?” Cory looked up to see Taylor smirking as he sipped his beer. “Face is kinda red.”
