Chapter 20 A Thrust In The Right Direction #2
“Perfect,” Doc said, his fingers still buried deep. “I love it when you come like that. So full of pleasure, your cock all red and hard for me. Your hole dripping wet, trying to suck me in. Trying to beg for more. You want my big cock in here, don’t you?”
He scissored his fingers, closing his mouth around Ottis’ tip.
Ottis couldn’t breathe; it all felt so good.
“I’m going to show you something different now,” Doc said, his breath warm and humid on Ottis’ cock.
Before Ottis knew what was going on, Doc had lowered him to the bed, fumbling in the nightstand.
Something buzzed.
Then the buzzing thing kissed Ottis’ rim, sending a shock of pleasure up his spine. He arched off the bed, wheezing.
“Good?” Doc murmured. “Want more?”
Ottis nodded frantically. And the buzzing pressed against his stretched rim, before sliding under his balls, teasing them too.
Ottis whined. Doc ran the tip of the vibrator up Ottis’ cock, pressing it against the nerves under his tip.
Ottis thrashed. It was so good. It was almost too much.
Then the buzzing pressed against his slit, and Ottis came again, helplessly.
Doc licked up all his cum. He took the vibrator away and let Ottis catch his breath. Scarcely had Ottis begun to relax, when the vibrator slid into his hole, next to Doc’s fingers. Doc pushed it further inside, a little bullet vibe connected to a wire.
The vibrations kept going. Ottis shuddered, the nerves in his body lighting up.
“It’s inside me,” he wheezed.
“Feels good?”
“Y-yeah,” Ottis gasped, his fingers clenching against the sheets.
“If you’re good with that, I have something else,” Doc said, a smile in his voice.
“Th-there’s m-more?!” Ottis croaked.
“Too much?”
Ottis shook his head quickly. “I’ll t-tell you if it’s too much.”
“Good.” Doc rubbed Ottis’ sides and thighs. He reached into the nightstand again, and Ottis heard some wet sounds.
Doc settled back between Ottis’ legs. The next thing Ottis knew, Doc’s blunt tip was pushing through the rear cutout of his panties, stretching and ripping the lace.
“It’s too big,” Ottis moaned, growing hotter.
Doc’s grin was obvious in his voice. “This lace hole might be a little small. But I’ll fit perfectly inside you, sweetheart. You’ve taken my cock so many times now; you’ve wrapped snug around me and milked me for my cum.”
Ottis moaned, clutching the sheets. “Please don’t make me wait.”
Doc rumbled and pressed against Ottis’ hole, thick and demanding.
Finally, Ottis thought.
Except Doc’s cock felt strange when it pushed in. It was a little bumpy, as though Doc had rolled on a textured condom.
Ottis frowned. “Condom?”
“Close, but not quite. This is a special sheath. Here, let me show you what it does.”
Doc slid all the way in, stretching out Ottis’ ass. Ottis’ eyes rolled back as he almost came. “S-so big,” he whined.
“That’s it. You take my cock so well.” Doc held Ottis down and began to thrust, slow strokes that weren’t as rough as usual. The odd bumps on his cock snagged against Ottis’ rim; Ottis couldn’t tell what they were.
Instead, he focused on the other thing inside him—the bullet vibe that was still buzzing, pushed ever deeper by Doc’s cock.
There came a soft click of a button. Suddenly, Doc’s entire cock began to vibrate.
Ottis jerked and clutched at Doc, the buzzing pushing him right to the edge.
“Wh-what? Doc?” Ottis gasped, his legs shaking.
“It’s a vibrating sheath,” Doc murmured, pushing all the way in. “Good?”
“Y-yes,” Ottis hissed. He was shaking so hard, he didn’t have control over himself anymore. “G-gonna come.”
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me see you.” Doc began to thrust harder, his vibrating cock grinding against Ottis’ prostate. Ottis came with a cry, his body clenching.
Doc cursed. He gripped Ottis tighter and fucked harder, like he was trying to breed him. Each time he buried himself fully, he stayed for a second longer, letting the vibrations soak into Ottis’ body.
This, too, was almost too much. It was amazing.
“F-fuck me,” Ottis whined. “I want your cum.”
He felt Doc tense; he smelled the wave of musk that rolled off his alpha. And he felt the way Doc’s balls drew tight against his ass, heavy with cum.
“You look incredible like this,” Doc panted, clapping their hips together.
“Do you hear how wet you are, sweetheart? Hear the slick sounds of my cock filling your hole? Do you hear my heavy balls tapping against your ass? They’re so full of cum.
I need to unload inside you, shoot my cum deep.
Make sure it paints your walls like a marking. ”
Ottis came. Doc groaned when Ottis clenched tight around him; he held Ottis down and pounded him into the bed, like he was trying to breed him again.
“Impaled on my cock, your pretty rim stretched so wide. I’m going to fuck you loose, sweetheart. Open you up and feed you all my cum. Then I’ll knot it all inside, keep you plugged up so it’ll take.”
Ottis whined, digging his nails into Doc’s thighs. Doc’s thrusts were so rough that he kept shoving Ottis higher up the bed.
Doc leaned in. “I’m going to make you smell like me. Your hole will smell like my cock and cum, so everyone will know who you belong to. I want my cum dripping down your thighs, want it on your chest, on your face. Mine.”
He slammed in hard, his cock swelling, his breaths going ragged.
Doc came with a roar, burying himself deep as he shot his load into Ottis’ ass.
The vibrating sheath took Ottis over the edge; Ottis came and spasmed, which made Doc thrust in again, trying to push deeper even though it wasn’t possible.
Doc’s knot swelled inside him, shoving the vibrations against Ottis’ prostate.
It was almost too much. Ottis howled and came, and didn’t stop coming. All he could feel was the fullness inside him, the vibrations lighting him up everywhere.
“Beautiful,” Doc panted, dropping kisses all over Ottis’ face.
“You too,” Ottis wheezed. He thought he felt Doc smile against his neck.
Eventually, Doc’s knot went down, taking the delirious pleasure with it. Ottis sagged, drifting in and out of consciousness.
“So good,” he slurred.
“You made it perfect,” Doc murmured.
Ottis wriggled with happiness. He listened as their hearts slowed down, the hitch of Doc’s breath calming into something deeper. Doc had turned off both vibrators and flipped them over, so Ottis was now sprawled across his chest.
“I feel like a melted marshmallow with a special cream filling,” Ottis’ mouth said.
Doc snorted, his chest shaking. “You enjoyed the vibrating sheath.”
“It was witchcraft,” Ottis said fervently.
“A combination of spells and technology, yes.”
“Sounds really expensive.”
“Worth it,” Doc rumbled. “You came nonstop with that inside you.”
“It sucked me dry like a vampire. A cum-eating vampire. We can’t do it every day. It’s too much. What if it also turns me into a vampire?”
Doc laughed. “Alright. We won’t. Just for special occasions.”
Ottis nodded solemnly. “My butt is saved.”
“Let me swap out for a plug. Hang on.” Doc wrapped one arm around Ottis, turning a little to fumble in the nightstand. Then he rolled Ottis back under himself and pulled out with a wet sound.
Something nudged between Ottis’ cheeks. The plug slipped into his hole, teardrop-shaped, stretching him until its widest section popped into his body. Ottis wriggled to test it. The plug was comfortable, firm enough to press against his prostate without sending him into an orgasm.
The moment its flared base settled between his cheeks, something began to sing in a terrible nasally voice.
“Stuck in a butt
I’m in a rut
It’s so wet and juicy in here, I could cry
Hello world out there
This butt is so bare
I’m holding in a flood, oh my”
Ottis stiffened, fumbling with the blindfold. “What was that?”
“I... I don’t know either,” Doc muttered. He sounded confused.
Some rustling sounds. Doc helped to tug off Ottis’ blindfold, and by the time Ottis adjusted to seeing again, Doc had his mask back on.
The nasally voice was singing again.
Ottis exchanged a look with Doc. Then they glanced around, trying to find the source of that singing.
Actually... It seemed to be coming from between Ottis’ legs.
With growing unease, Ottis sat up, trying to look at the plug in his ass. It pressed against his prostate; he gasped and clutched at his alpha. “Doc? Could you...?”
Doc hefted Ottis’ hips up, took one look, and recoiled. “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?” Ottis yelped.
“My job is to hold in cum
I’m such a good chum
But if you squeeze too hard
I’ll shoot out and poke you in the eye!”
Doc shoved his fingers back between Ottis’ cheeks, grasped the base of his plug, and pulled. It stretched Ottis’ hole as it slid out with a pop; cum gushed out of Ottis’ ass.
“Fuck,” Doc muttered. He turned the plug around.
There was a moving slit at the base of the plug. It opened and closed like a mouth.
The plug was singing.
“Holy fuck,” Ottis whispered, horrified and fascinated all at once. “A singing butt plug.”
“Covered in pickup lines,” Doc added, carefully rotating it.
The plug was a mix of pastel rainbow hues, with short, straight white lines written on it like... lyrics.
“I should’ve looked closer before I put it inside you. I’m sorry.” Doc’s eyes were wide with horror.
“It’s... fine,” Ottis said. “It’s not sentient, right? Just spelled.”
“Not sentient,” Doc agreed, looking vaguely disgusted. Then he turned away and roared, “HIJINKS!”
Elsewhere in the mansion, the butler cackled. “I warned you!”
Ottis sighed. “At least we’d have a good story to tell. If you ever wanted to tell your friends.”
“I don’t know. I think I’d prefer this staying as an inside joke,” Doc said, and paused.
Their eyes met. Both of them began snickering.
“It sure is a deep... inside joke,” Ottis giggled.
“Oh, hush,” Doc said, but he didn’t sound like he meant it at all.
Later, when they had recovered, Doc said, “Speaking of friends. Will you be telling your brothers?”
He ran his knuckles meaningfully over Ottis’ belly.
Ottis sucked in a sharp breath. “Crap. If my brothers find out that you knocked me up, they’re gonna kill you.”