Doll Parts (The Game 4)

Exhale.

Greer gripped my cock loosely and applied pressure to the first rod. The round tip glided around my slit and slipped inside with ease, filling me slowly.

“Remember,” he murmured. “It should be easy to insert a sound.”

The feeling was entirely unique. My instinct was to withdraw from the invasion, yet the pleasure of being filled made me burn for more. I craved the stretchy feeling I knew was about to come. It was a mindfuck for my body too. One second, I felt blood filling my cock, like any other time I got hard. But the intrusion slowed down the reaction. So the next second, a cold rush swept over me, softening my cock again. Rinse and repeat.

Oh God. A breath gusted out of me as he twisted and swirled the rod inside me, testing the stretchiness. The balled tip rubbed against the urethral wall and revved me up, luring out the pain slut in me.

Slowly, inch by inch, he removed the rod to replace it with one a size larger.

“Guh.” I swallowed around a breath and tensed up. Definitely felt stretching now. Oh fuck. I breathed through gritted teeth. But I was thankful that Greer didn’t slow down or stop. It would’ve fucked things up for me. I just had to take it. Breathe through the pain, fight the impulse to squirm, accept my cock getting stuffed.

“Look at his muscles contracting.” He caressed my abs as the rod was fully inserted.

A fever broke out, or so it felt, and I started panting out of nowhere. As if my body had crossed a threshold where I could no longer be absolutely calm. Lust swam with an achy discomfort, the constant urge to both push and pull messed with my head, and my fight yielded for his takeover.

“To massage your toy’s prostate, you rub his perineum.” Greer moved a hand under my balls, and I couldn’t stop from moaning. Fuck, right there. “You’ll feel the tip of the sound from the inside, where you can direct it to the prostate.”

“Oh my God,” I groaned. Explosions of white-hot pleasure erupted in my lower body and unhurriedly spread throughout the rest of me.

“Fuck yourself on the steel, Noa,” Greer ordered quietly. “Be a good boy for me, roll your hips gently, fuck the sound.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I scrubbed my hands over my face, keeping them there, and started shifting my hips. His slick fingers followed my movements and rubbed me all over, my balls, my perineum, down to my asshole, where he teased the opening.

“More stretching,” I begged. I had to up the pain. “Please, Sir.”

He pushed my hips back down and wordlessly withdrew the sound. I gasped, feeling a fiery chill echo through my cock in the most bizarre way. It was the deliciousness of the kink. How hot could be cold, how empty could feel full.

He applied more lube, lots more, and told me to push myself up on my elbows.

“Watch, Noa.” The ridges of the smooth steel gleamed in the low light, and he teased the rounded tip along my slit again. “You ready to fuck yourself on this?”

I nodded jerkily and bit down on my lip.

I stared as the very tip disappeared inside, stretching the hole. If I hadn’t been looking, I would’ve thought his fingers wrapped around my cock were squeezing me painfully. But they touched me gently, held me in place, while the pain came from inside.

The first bump of the sound hurt. It spread erotic agony through me, and I didn’t know what to do. Fight or flee, fight or flee. Pull away or fuck it.

“How does it feel, pet?”

“Like I want my Daddy here,” I panted.

The fuck did I say?

Jesus fucking Christ.

I screwed my eyes shut and took the next ridge. My chest heaved rapidly, and the pleasure made my head swim. I felt all kinds of woozy and horny and, and, and—I wanted to cry and laugh and whine and have KC hold me in place.

“Who’s your Daddy, Noa?”

“KC,” I breathed, and my head fell back. Oh God, I had to fuck it. I couldn’t be still anymore. “He can squeeze my jaw and force me the best.”

Greer’s touch turned soothing, almost comforting, and I felt him smearing excess lube across my jaw and cheek. “Lie back again,” he instructed. “Fuck the wand.”

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I collapsed against the table once more and immediately rolled my hips, making sure my cock swallowed the rod another inch. “More, Sir,” I pleaded.

“Hold on.”

I didn’t want to!

Then I had a new pair of hands on my shoulders. What the…? I moaned. I-I didn’t know what to focus on. The sound was buried all the way in, every part of my cock was on fire, and I fucked it. I couldn’t do anything else. I fucked it as hard as Greer allowed me to. He’d returned his hand to my hips. The other holding the sound.