"But no coming, right?" With a little, shaky laugh, and his fingers ghost along his length, trace the line of the ring. The cap over the head. And he presses, until he can just feel the end of the sound inside him.
He's back to being a display. Only, this time: decorated, for Ba'al's pleasure.
He tries to relax himself, shifts back into the position where he was, pushing the balls inside himself. But it's impossible to ignore the heavy weight on his cock, the way it pulls at him. A constant presence. He braces one of his thighs further apart, and fingers himself again, nudging the balls inside up a little further. This fifth one is going to be difficult, and he stretches himself wide, shifts, bites his lip to muffle a whine when that puts weight where the last ball inside him presses up against his prostate.
Reaches for the lube, spreading more where he's already slick, and he begins to push the ball inside. He has to lean back on the bed, back arched up, and every breath comes in a gasp as he's stretched wider, wider...
And it's past the ring of muscle and inside him, and he's panting against the bed, his body hot and flushed.
"That's all," he breathes, "I think that's all." He couldn't possibly fit either of the last two. Could he?
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Date: 2016-03-19 12:51 am (UTC)He's back to being a display. Only, this time: decorated, for Ba'al's pleasure.
He tries to relax himself, shifts back into the position where he was, pushing the balls inside himself. But it's impossible to ignore the heavy weight on his cock, the way it pulls at him. A constant presence. He braces one of his thighs further apart, and fingers himself again, nudging the balls inside up a little further. This fifth one is going to be difficult, and he stretches himself wide, shifts, bites his lip to muffle a whine when that puts weight where the last ball inside him presses up against his prostate.
Reaches for the lube, spreading more where he's already slick, and he begins to push the ball inside. He has to lean back on the bed, back arched up, and every breath comes in a gasp as he's stretched wider, wider...
And it's past the ring of muscle and inside him, and he's panting against the bed, his body hot and flushed.
"That's all," he breathes, "I think that's all." He couldn't possibly fit either of the last two. Could he?