All In (Firsts and Forever 2)

A knock on the bedroom door froze us both like an erotic statue. The door opened an inch and Christopher called, “Don’t worry, I’m not coming in. Ian’s outside bringing his car around. He and I are going for coffee, or you know, bottled water in my case. So you can give up on the terrible job you’re doing of not making any noise. Did ya’all not see the gags I packed in that case? Now what do you suppose those are for, people?” He chuckled and added, “I’ll be gone at least a couple hours. Have fun!” And he closed the door again.

Dante and I both burst out laughing, and then he slowly started working my ass again. Within a minute we were right back where we had been, but this time with plenty of moaning. “Want to cum this way, angel?” Dante asked me.

I shook my head no. “I want that plug. I want everything in that briefcase. Please!”

Dante grinned and slid my hand out of me, and gave me the second towel. As I wiped my hand he squirted some lube on the plug and rubbed it around with his fingers, then picked it up and pushed it into me. I was already so loosened up that it popped right in, even the wide, flared section. “Mmmmm,” I purred, wiggling my ass on it. “Feels good. So nice and full.”

“It does more than just fill you up,” he said. “Much more.” I couldn’t begin to guess what that meant, until he picked up a little remote control and held it where I could see it. “It has a surprisingly powerful motor. There are ten settings. One through three are the nice, soothing settings I mentioned earlier. Four through six will make you cum violently.”

“What about seven plus?”

“No idea. You’ll never make it past six without cumming.”

“Sounds like a challenge. What else is in that case?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows and grinning broadly.

“These,” he said with a smile, tossing the manacles that had joined Christopher and me onto the bed.

“You know, I never did figure out how to open those.”

“Good,” he said cheerfully. “Then I can keep using them on you.”

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. “It never occurred to me that this wrought iron headboard would be perfect for chaining me up. But I suppose that occurred to you.”

“No. It’s a total coincidence,” he said with a straight face. And then he beamed at me. “Oh, and by the way.” He placed the little controller on the bed and tapped it with one finger.

I arched up off the mattress as the plug in my ass started to vibrate and stimulate my pleasure spot, moaning appreciatively. “Man that feels good. What number is that?”

“Two.”

“Mmmmmm.” I relaxed back against the mattress and enjoyed the waves of pleasure that were pulsating through my body, my eyes sliding shut as I squeezed my butt tightly around the plug. I reached down and began stroking my cock without even thinking about it.

After a while I rolled over onto my stomach, wantonly rubbing my cock on the bed as the plug worked its magic in my ass. I reached out and caressed Dante’s uninjured thigh and said, “Right now, I’m having all the fun. What in that case is going to bring you the most pleasure?”

“Oh believe me, the sight of your sweet ass gyrating like that while you get yourself off is bringing me all sorts of pleasure.”

“Is there anything in there to beat me with?”

He hesitated, then said, “There are a couple little floggers. But you know how I feel about hurting you.”

I sighed and said, “You wouldn’t be hurting me. You’d be getting us both off.”

“Do something for me, Charlie.”

“Anything.”

He grinned at me. “Roll onto your back and chain yourself to the headboard.”

I did as I was told, snapping one of the quite familiar cuffs on my left wrist, running the chain through the bars of the headboard, and then fastening the remaining cuff to my other wrist. Dante moaned appreciatively and ran his fingertips down my torso, then came back up to play with my nipples. He smiled at me as he tapped the remote control again.

I gasped and arched up off the bed again as the waves of pleasure magnified, each pulse inside me answered with a throb of my cock. “That feels so good,” I murmured. “What number is it?”

“Four.”

“Damn it! You’re trying to finish me off so I’ll end the discussion about getting you off!”

He was still smiling. “Maybe.”

Dante tapped the remote again and I cried out, thrusting my rock hard, leaking cock up into the air. He slid his fingertips down my body and between my spread legs, and stroked the soft, sensitive skin right beneath my balls. “Oh fuck,” I ground out, trying to fight back my pending orgasm. “What number?”