Over the next week, my brain kept exploding a little when I remembered what I had done at Alan's place. It was a huge distraction as the feelings, smells, and tastes flooded back in and pushed everything else out of my mind. I was surprised that while there was a sort of awkwardness about it, I didn't feel conflicted or ashamed or hung up that I'd had sexual experiences with anonymous men. In fact, having gone through it once, I was incredibly eager for more.
Although I tried not to sound
too
eager as I texted Alan during the week, on Sunday I would find that Alan had apparently been eager as well. As soon as I came in and stepped into the living room, he made a gesture at me. "Get undressed," he said.
Well, fine
. I complied without complaint, pulling off my clothes and making a pile in the corner of the room.
"Spoiler alert," he said as I was finishing. "You're getting fucked today."
I felt a weird kick in my solar plexus, but this was exactly what I'd been fantasizing about all week. He tossed something at me and out of instinct I caught it. It was a plastic bulb with a narrow nozzle at one end.
"Go in the bathroom and clean yourself out," he instructed. "Warm water works best. There's some lube on the counter."
My fantasies has not extended to this detail, but I understood the sense of it. I headed to the bathroom and it took me a few minutes to work the process out - pulling out the nozzle, filling the bulb with warm water from the sink.
"It'll probably work best if you squat down at first," Alan called out as I heard the football game in the background. I squeezed out some lube onto my fingers, squatted down on the floor and rubbed it over my asshole. Then I grabbed the bulb with my other hand. The nozzle slid in easily enough. I squeezed it, and was surprised when an air bubble expanded into my rectum, like a fart in reverse. But then I could feel the water spraying inside me.
I squeezed as much of the water as I could, and pulled out the nozzle, suddenly feeling a familiar sensation in my guts. I quickly sat on the toilet and pushed the water out. I reached behind me and flushed the toilet.
"Do that two or three more times," Alan called out. "You're ready when you just spray out clear water."
I stood up from the toilet a little shakily and went through it all again, feeling some weird sensations as the normal order of things for my guts was upset. To be sure, I sprayed the nozzle into my butt three more times before I dared look into the toilet bowl before flushing. The water was clear.
Just as I felt satisfied with that, Alan walked into the bathroom. "Put this on," he said, handing me one of the leather bracelets I'd worn last weekend. I wrapped it around my left wrist and tightened the buckle before Alan handed me another and it went on my right wrist. And then a third, and I sat on the edge of the tub and put it on my left ankle, and then the last one on my right ankle.
I stood up as Alan was looking me up and down. "You look ready to go." He turned and exited the room and I followed him down the hall.
And now I saw how busy Alan had been getting ready for this. In my old bedroom, the bed had been taken up, and the box spring and mattress were leaning against the far wall. That opened the room up and in the centre of the floor on top of a drop sheet there was something that looked like a padded sawhorse... or one of those things in gym class that you'd do vaults over.
"Get on," Alan said, and following his instructions I bent over it, my belly against the padding. He had me scooch back a bit so my butt was dangling over the rear end of it. The balls of my feet rested naturally on the floor - I don't think it was an accident that this device seemed the exact right height. There were
clicks
behind me as Alan attached something to the rings on my ankle bracelets. My arms stretched down along the front legs and in a moment, Alan secured those as well. I tried to shift around a little, but there was no way I was going anywhere unless I toppled the whole thing over... and even then there would be no way I was getting myself loose. I was tied down... with my ass exposed and ready to be fucked.
Alan looked me over with a satisfied expression on his face. He walked an entire circle around me, stopping in front of me. He had several objects in his hand, and he held one up. It took me a moment to realize that it was a buttplug. "This will help keep you ready for action," he said. "This is the training-wheels beginner size. They get bigger." he held up a couple more of increasing size before showing me one that looked as thick as a trailer hitch. I shuddered involuntarily as he walked around behind me.
As I craned my neck to try and follow him I suddenly felt a flash of pain as he slapped my ass hard with his open palm. It stung as I winced involuntarily.
As I recovered from that, I heard Alan fiddling with something, and then a slurping, squeezing noise. A second later, something wet touched my exposed asshole, then something pushed against it. There was a feeling of stretching and discomfort that increased - it felt like he was shoving that giant plug inside me, though I knew he was only giving me the smallest one. I breathed in and tried to relax as he held it in place for a few seconds. Then he pushed again and the thickest part of the plug squeezed through with a slurp as it suddenly felt like it was being sucked in.. and then held in place by the flared base.
He walked back around in front of me. "Well, have fun. Remember, just like last week, the safe word is 'red'. You can stop it if it gets to be too much. But if you stop for no reason, it's all over in here."
He walked out of the room, leaving me alone. Once again, there was the mind game of waiting for someone to come for me, and the intensity of my desire was even sharper this time. I noticed the clock on the dresser had been moved so that I couldn't see it anymore, so I had no idea how long I waited. It felt like a long time... fifteen minutes? Half an hour? Once again, time was abstract, and once again I veered between intense excitement and boredom. I explored the interesting variety of sensations that emanated from somewhere behind my belly button as I squeezed the buttplug with my sphincter muscles.
Then a guy came in. He looked like he was in his early forties, well built, bald and wearing a blue t-shirt.
He walked in front of me, undid his belt and dropped his jeans to his knees. Without a word, he pulled his cock out of his jockeys and shoved it in my mouth.
"Mmmmm," I mumbled as I began sucking on it as best I could. I tried to curl my lips around my front teeth, and I ran my tongue along the bottom of his soft shaft. He stagger-stepped toward me, forcing the invader deeper into my mouth. And then I could feel it growing, changing... getting hard.
