Distant muffled shouts and a faint clanging pulled me up from the depths of sleep.
I opened my eyes and the bright sunlight streaming through the half-open curtains nearly blinded me. I groaned and heaved onto my front, half burying my face in the pillow.
I lifted my head and realized I wasn't in my bed. Huh? I turned onto my side and gazed around the room. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was at Jon's parents' house and that this was the guest room.
I rolled onto my back and threw the sheets off. Why was I naked and what was all this gunk all over my stomach and chest? I ran my hand across my belly; it felt tacky and gummy. I sniffed it. Wha- the events of last night began to tumble into place. Oh shit. Jon had invited Ja-
Grunts and what sounded like chains rattling drifted down from upstairs and I sat bolt upright. What the hell? Realization hit me full force- Jon!
I jumped out of bed, immediately regretting the action. My head throbbed and I was sore from head to toe and everywhere in between. E-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Ohhhhhhh... fuck!
The Levi's I'd worn Friday night were draped over the chair and I reached for them, pulling them on, not bothering with underwear. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and, verifying it still had a charge, slipped it into my back pocket. Then I rifled through my overnight bag and found my Glock. I didn't know if Jason and Austin were still in the house, and if they were, whether or not they were armed.
I stepped into the hall, gun at low ready, safety thumbed off, and cleared each room on the first floor before I made my way upstairs. The noises were louder now - more frantic - and were coming from Jon's bedroom. My gut told me Jason and Austin were gone so I rushed to the room... and froze in the doorway.
It was just like my dream from Friday night, except it was Jon trussed up instead of me. His legs were spread about three feet apart in a "V" formation, cuffed in leather bindings that were attached to a metal rod that hung suspended by a chain from the bed's wrought iron canopy at a 45 degree angle. His arms were pulled up in the air, wrists similarly cuffed and fastened to the canopy. My eyes were immediately drawn to his exposed armpits and the tangled forest of sweat-matted hair, and I had to make myself focus.
His black Calvin Klein briefs - the pair he'd been wearing since Friday morning and that he'd shot at least one load into - had been pulled over his head like a mask, the cum-crusted pouch covering his nose and mouth. He was wearing my underwear and there was what looked like a tail attached to the seat of the briefs. However, when I stepped closer, I saw that the tail actually protruded from a small slit cut into the fabric and was part of a butt plug. Holy shit! Jon had a butt plug in his ass!
"Jon!"
He went still, then started to frantically pull at his bonds, his head thrashing back and forth as his muffled voice cried out. "Kehin?! Keh?"
I set my gun down on the nightstand and pulled the underwear off his head. He was wide-eyed, hair disheveled, face matted and crusty. Dried tears streaked his face, leaving track marks in the caked cum and spit. There was a gag in his mouth.
"Easy," I said as I dropped the briefs and reached around his head to unbuckle the strap that held the gag in place.
"Kevin," he gasped when I eased the long rubber penis from his mouth. He worked his jaw. "What the fuck?! What the hell happened?"
I stood and freed his arms and he gratefully shook them out and then began rubbing them. I moved to undo the leg restraints and gently lowered his shaking limbs. The briefs he was wearing were sopping wet with cum but I couldn't tell if it was pre-cum or if he'd actually shot a couple of loads into them. The thin white cotton was nearly translucent and I could see not only his erection, but his circumcision scar as well.
"There's" - I cleared my throat - "a, um... butt plug-"
"I feel it," he groaned as he rolled to his side and reached for it. "Ouch! Oh fuck, can you get it out, Kev?"
"Um..." I wasn't sure what the protocol was to remove a butt plug from your partner's ass. I touched it gently.
"Stop," Jon gasped, pain creasing his face. "It hurts."
I peered closer and noticed the skin around his hole was dry. I turned to the nightstand and saw it was cluttered with condoms, lube, and a bottle of poppers.
"I'm going to use some lube," I said as I reached for the tube of Astroglide. "Get up on all fours."
Jon did as he was told but his arms were weak and he ended up collapsed onto them, his ass high in the air and the white briefs stretched tautly across those firm globes. The pink tail wagged with every move he made.
I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, silenced it, and snapped a picture. Yes, I was going to hell.
I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and gently dabbed at the base of the rubber plug, coating it as well as I could along with the tender skin of Jon's well-fucked, abused hole.
When I felt it was sufficiently greased, I touched the butt plug and Jon instantly clenched. "You need to relax," I said as I stroked his flank to gentle him.
"Fucking easy for you to say," he snapped, his face screwed up in a grimace. "You're not the one with a Titan missile crammed up his ass." I thought back to last night when Austin had fucked me with his own Titan missile and I almost said something.
Jon glanced at the bedside table. "Give me the poppers."
"What?"
"I said, give me the fucking poppers!" I could see the pain etched in his face, the deep furrows in his forehead, and I grabbed them, scrambling to uncap them. I put them to his nose but he held his hand out for them. "Give them to me," he ground out, his tone harsh.
I nodded and placed them in his hand. He immediately took a long snort and then another. I remembered his reaction to them last night - fuck, was it only last night? - and when I saw them begin to take effect I gently eased them from his grasp, coaxed him into a couple more hits, and put them on the stand.
I squirted a bit more lube onto the butt plug and then began to gently move it back and forth trying to dislodge it.
"Ohhhhh..." Jon moaned and I saw his eyelids flutter and his eyes roll up into his head. "Fuck..."
I continued to lightly rock the plug from side to side, and every time I tried to pop it out, Jon would groan and sigh.
"More," he breathed out. "Poppers." The hell?
This time he let me hold the bottle and he just inhaled. Oh fuck, but this was hot.
I took a sniff for myself and something inside of me took over. I put the bottle back to Jon's nose and he readily inhaled, deeply. Then I tapped at the base of the butt plug, causing it to vibrate in Jon's hole.
"Oh," he gasped. "Fuck. Yes."
I tapped on the plug a few more times and then began to move it back and forth, in and out, gently fucking him with it under the guise of removing it. He grunted and groaned and asked for more.
Fuck!
"Ungghhh," he moaned lowly as he began to shudder and I knew he was cumming. Holy shit. As he wailed and groaned, I popped the butt plug out and dropped it on the bed. Jon collapsed onto his side.
