When Draynor finally arrived at the bar, Dawn told Susan that this was her chance to see-actually feel-for herself. Susan followed Dawn's advice. Just as everyone was exchanging hugs, Susan slipped one hand down to Daynor's butt and groped him when she hugged him.
Susan felt it. Just as Dawn said she would. Draynor had a butt plug up his ass and she could feel the base of it. And not only did she feel it, she even pressed it in a little, pretending as if she was making sure it was fully inserted. Draynor blushed. He felt a drip of pre cum escape from his penis from Susan's probe. He could feel the path the semen traveled up through his shaft and out of the tip of his penis.
Draynor refused to sit on an open stool. He was trying to avoid the awkward squat that encouraged the toy to slide deeper. That was a mistake because Susan stood behind him in the small social group and kept groping his ass when no one was looking. She cupped his butt with her fingers resting on her target. Each time she lightly pressed against the butt plug's base, Draynor felt a drip of semen travel up his shaft and escape his penis.
Poor Draynor, a wet spot was forming a small visible quarter-sized stain on the outside of his pants-that anyone looking at his crotch could clearly see. That's one problem with Draynor wearing panties, the thin material is no match for controlling visible seepage.
Draynor didn't want to be groped any further. He decided to sit on the open stool, carefully lowering himself onto the hard surface. But now, he was accidentally forcing the butt plug further up his ass while sitting on the flat surface. With this constant deep ass probing, his penis began to drip constantly. Like a slow drip faucet that couldn't be turned off. The size of the wet spot on his trousers was now the size of a small pancake.
In conjunction with Dawn's input, Susan came prepared to really fuck with Draynor this time. So, after quaffing two beers, Draynor walked towards the head. Susan followed him all the way into the men's bathroom. He always uses a stall for privacy, but that didn't prevent Susan from slipping into it with him.
"I'm going to tell everyone you came to the bar wearing a butt plug," Susan threatened.
"Oh no, oh my gawd, no. Don't do that, Susan," Draynor pleaded.
"If your pathetic enough to go out in public in panties and a plug, then you're sissy enough to get caught," she laughed.
"Please Susan, I'll do anything if you'll just keep my secret. Dawn made me wear it."
"You chose to wear it. You put it in there, Dawn didn't. But I WILL make you wear one."
Susan reached into her purse and pulled out two rectal toys: A huge red butt plug with a substantial girth and a thin, white, hard-plastic rectal toy with a shape that resembled a small penis.
"I won't tell anyone if you wear one of mine."
Draynor took the bait. Just as Susan had planned, he chose the aneros-the hard white plastic toy-because it was smaller. Poor Draynor, he is going to regret that choice.
He slipped the rectal toy, which is actually a prostate massager, up his bum and pulled on his wet panties. Susan waited outside the stall for the butt plug exchange. He exited to her hug. She again groped his butt during the embrace and felt the looping handles at its base proving that the aneros was properly lodged in Draynor's rectum.
When Draynor returned to the table to sit on the hard stool a different sensation overcame him. Something was touching him differently inside his butt. He'd shift to adjust or avoid this feeling but he become overwhelmed by the inner workings of this new intrusion. Drip after drip rose up through his loins to form a larger and larger pancake stain on his pants for anyone to discover.
This new sensation felt different. It tingled. The curved head of the rectal toy was pressing against his insides in a new way. He was getting his ass probed, like before, but this time it had meaning.
