Page 56 of Stabby Little

Just the sound of his balls smacking against my ass would turn me off. He stimulates me like no other man has and I want it to stay that way. Of course, I'd love to bottom for him eventually, but only when I'm ready.

Only when I'm comfortable.

My dick throbs in my grip and spurts a strand of pre-cum. It clearly has a mind of its own; it doesn't care that I'm pissed at it for turning me on.

After pumping my shaft a few times, I bury myself under my blanket. I bring my dragon stuffy to my tip, then wrap the cuddly body around my glans.

“This dude will be the death of you.” I work my stuffy up and down my shaft. I do it under my blanket so I don't need to look at it. “You've never fantasized about anyone in this way. He's wreaking havoc on your mind.”

This isn't exactly true. Grant turns me on, but the reality is I don't even know him. I'm relying on memories I formed before I even went through puberty, ones I likely embellished due to lost time. He's probably way different than I remember, not the knight in shining armor I picture but a regular guy in the suburbs who isn't even gay. He's also married—at least he was before my captors took me. I concocted an entire fantasy about him that only exists in my mind.

Take this stupid blanket off. Don't be ashamed of your desires.

I toss my blanket to the floor and expose my naked body in all its glory. I spread my legs, taking up as much space as possible. There should be no reason why I'm embarrassed to beat off with my stuffy. I do it with my right hand all the time, so how is using a stuffed animal any different?

The boys in the warehouse did this every night. Maybe I'm embarrassed because it's so new. Maybe I'm embarrassed because I've never had a stuffy I wasn't afraid my captors wouldn't rip away from me. Maybe the thought of doing this turns me on so much I can't admit it.

Maybe I want my mystery man to use my stuffy on me.

A moan escapes my lips as I pump my shaft into my stuffy, fucking it hard. My pink tip pops out of its black scales, before sinking again. My foreskin ruffles around my tip, so I rub it back and forth on my dragon's belly.

Licking my middle finger, I trail it down my body and bring it between my legs. A shudder washes over me as I touch my hole, teasing my entrance. It fucking sucks that my captors ruined ass sex for me, because some of my friends truly enjoy it. Callum tells me how much he loves making love to Benedetto, and how much his Daddy's cock in his hole turns him on. I've never had that feeling because my captors raped me. Callum was the exclusive top of the warehouse, so he didn't experience anal penetration. I can't tell who's luckier—him or me.

“That's it.” I pull myself off my bed. Sparrow has a dildo in his bedside table he won't mind if I use. “You need to get over this fear of bottoming once and for all. You're a natural bottom and I know you'll enjoy it as soon as you push past this trauma. You just have a little pain to go through. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Finn and Sparrow are at Dino Tracks today. After hearing great things about Arlo and Rusty's extended friend group, they wanted to meet Christian. It's excellent news for me because I can steal Sparrow's dildo and please myself in peace.

I creep into Sparrow's room and look in his bedside table. To my relief, his dildo lies in the top drawer, long and pink. A bottle of lube sits next to it, glistening in the sunlight.

Picking up the dildo and lube, I bounce back to my room and lock the door behind me. I don't want my friends to catch me if they stop by unannounced or return early from eating ice cream. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if they caught me naked—Lord knows they've seen my cock plenty of times—but I want privacy.

After my assignation with my mystery man, I don't want anyone barging in on me. This is way too personal to share with my friends.

I leap onto my bed and spread my legs. I lube up the dildo, working the liquid around the pink shaft. I slide it into the crevices, ensuring I coat every inch of the surface.

This is my first time fantasizing about anal sex. I need to enjoy it to create positive associations in my brain.

A bolt of pain twists into me as I slide the sex toy into my hole. I bite back a groan, uncomfortable emotions tearing through me, wreaking havoc on my insides. I clench my dragon stuffy, pressing it to my chest for moral support.

“This thing is fucking huge.” I cant my hips up. “How does Sparrow fit this in his ass?”

When my captors fucked me, I didn't have a choice but to go along with it. My hole spread for them because they'd murder me if I didn't agree.

Fucking myself with his dildo is harder because I'm supposed to enjoy this. No one's standing over me ordering me to spread my cheeks. I need to rely on my body, which is fucked up thanks to my abusers.

Keep going. Push further.

Squeezing my stuffy, I slide the dildo all the way into my ass. The intrusion is pronounced and I grit my teeth as I shake on the bed. A bead of sweat drips down my neck, falling to the sheets and making a tiny dot. But I don't give up. I grind my hips on the dildo, working it against my prostate. I close my eyes and pretend I'm with my mystery man.

Instantly, a change washes over me. The discomfort gives way to red-hot, blinding pleasure. I fantasize I'm back in the black room, lava lamp light cascading over my body. I wear my kitty ears and lace panties, the only outfit that's ever made me feel sexy.

My dick hardens as I walk toward my mystery man and slide on his lap.

“You like when I fuck you, Daddy?” I trail my fingertips down his scruffy cheek, touching him underneath his mask. His dick throbs in his black briefs, letting me know this turns him on.

“You're crazy.” My mystery man's voice is strained.

“Don't lie.” Heaving my lips forward, I place them underneath his left ear. “I know you like it. I've never made a man come so much. You want me, Daddy. There's no denying it.”

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