Chapter 11 Benny
eleven
Benny
JUST A LITTLE MORE.
There was a fleshlight on the bed. It sat beside a familiar butt plug.
The only time I’d ever touched one was last week, and I’d been blindfolded.
Now, though, I had the chance to investigate it properly.
The outside of it was hard, clear plastic in a tapered cylinder shape.
The inside was clear too, which meant I could see the bumpy, textured canal within.
I touched the squishy domed top, my fingers tracing the small hole I’d felt last week. It was soft.
Were we going to use this today?
I quickly put it back down, going for the plug instead. I needed to be ready by the time he got here.
Once I had it in, I knelt by the bed and secured the blindfold in place.
Then I waited.
It had been uncomfortable initially. Not in a physical sense, but being stuck in place, with nothing to see and nothing to do except think.
It hadn’t taken long the first time for my thoughts to spiral and my doubts to rise.
I’d questioned everything. The second time had been a little better.
I’d known H had already seen me and I wouldn’t be rejected because of my size.
The longer it went on, though, I’d questioned whether I was doing everything right and how I looked to him.
Maybe there was something I could be doing better. Insecurity was louder in the darkness.
This time, it wasn’t as bad. Through our messages over the last week, I’d become a little more confident. A little surer that he was enjoying himself as much as I was. Probably.
When I heard the door click, I didn’t move. Not even when the silence extended long enough that I doubted whether I’d really heard anything at all. My dick perked up, though, standing at full attention like it could see something I couldn’t.
I strained to hear something, anything. Breathing. The shifting of fabric. Footsteps on the plush rug. Nothing. If he was here, then he was as still as I was.
“Ten.” He spoke, sounding pleased.
Then the plug thrummed to life, and I yelped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. Instinct demanded my hands do something. I barely resisted, my fingers clawing into my thighs to keep them in place. I wouldn’t move. Not until he said so.
As soon as I adjusted, the vibrations intensified. I whimpered, forcing myself to remain perfectly still. He changed the intensity a few more times, and apart from the small sounds that escaped me until I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, I managed not to move.
Fingers combed through my hair and the touch shocked me more than the plug, my fingers twitching, my palms sweaty. I bit my lip harder, fighting the urge to push up into his touch like I was holding back a tidal wave. I was so desperate for it.
Then his thumb pressed to my chin, tugging downward until my lip was pulled from between my teeth. I tilted toward the touch ever so slightly. He withdrew it immediately. No. Please.
“Hands behind your back, pup.” His voice was still close. Not close enough.
I obeyed, finally letting my palms leave their place to pull them behind me.
“Hold your elbows.”
I crossed my arms behind my back.
“Good.”
Relief.
“Don’t move them from there unless you use your colors and want to stop. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded quickly.
“Did you see what I left for you on the bed?”
I nodded.
“Did you use it?”
My head answered again. No.
“We’re going to use it today.”
I swallowed, pulled my lip between my teeth, and nodded again. Yes.
There was movement, a shuffling of fabric, a thump of something on the rug beside me. The click of the lube bottle.
“You remember our conversation the other day?”
Yes. I nodded, because even if I wasn’t sure exactly which texts he was referring to, I remembered them all.
“Your hands tied behind your back as you fucked into your Master like a good boy?”
Oh. Those texts. My cock twitched, nodding for me. Yes.
“We’re going to practice.” The words were whispered so close to my ear that they traveled down my neck and spine, making me clench around the vibrating plug. My cock bobbed again. Yes!
“If you let go of your arms or try to touch me, everything stops, and our session will be over for today.”
It wasn’t a question, but I still nodded my understanding.
“Good. Now…” His voice echoed over my body as he whispered in my ear again. “Hips forward.”
Slowly, I tilted my hips until the tip of my cock touched something soft and I stopped. My heart beat rapidly. I tried not to breathe too hard in case it made him distance himself from me again.
There was a slight pressure, and then my dick was swallowed by the fleshlight slicked up with lube. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.
“You’re almost too big for it.” He sounded amused.
I realized that with the plastic being transparent, he could see my cock as it filled the toy he held. His hand was so close to me, and that, more than the pressure around my dick, made me moan.
“Shhh.” I almost shuddered at the sound. “Hold still now.”
I didn’t dare move. He didn’t either, he just held the fleshlight on me until the toy and lube warmed from my skin.
“When I tell you to, you’re going to fuck this toy as hard as you can. Pretend it’s me. Show me how much you want me.”
My whole body trembled, silence and the low buzz of the plug ringing in my ears as anticipation built. Built. Built.
“Go.”
I surged forward with the determination to prove how much I wanted this. Needed it. Needed him. Slick squelching and my grunts replaced the silence. And his breathing, the shocked gasp he’d quickly covered. Was that good? Was I good?
I wouldn’t let up. I’d give him everything. Pretend it was him. Fuck.
My thighs burned. My arms ached from how tightly I gripped them.
Him. Him. Him.
I couldn’t hold in the sounds I was making if I tried.
Something urgent and much too large built inside me. Bigger. Hotter.
“Don’t come.”
I groaned loudly, fighting that building feeling. It was a losing battle. I couldn’t keep this up and stop myself from hitting the edge at full speed. Don’t come. Don’t disappoint him. I made a pained sound.
“Stop.”
My thighs trembled and my cock protested as I halted everything. Sweat prickled over my scalp and chest.
“Good boy.”
Relief.
“Take a moment. Breathe.”
I heaved in air as if I’d been waiting for his permission to do so.
“Nod once you’ve calmed down, and we’ll continue.”
I struggled to breathe, feeling my fingers and toes tingle from the lack of oxygen. Calm down. That big feeling inside me eased, shrinking back until I had control of it again. I nodded.
“Go.”
Over and over, I fucked into the toy until I was right on the edge, and then he would stop me. Bring me back. Make me breathe. I lost track of time, my head empty. I didn’t have to think. I just had to listen.
My dick was less happy about the treatment, about the promise of climax being ripped away right before the finish line over and over again.
“You’re doing so good for me, pup.”
I mewled. His praise was enough, even if he never let me come.
“Just a little more.”
We continued. Again. Again. Again.
The feeling was building faster now. It was almost too much for me. My skin was sweaty, my legs burning, my heart rate elevated. It felt like the most intense workout of my life. Had it been any other, I would have stopped already.
My sounds were louder, desperate. I waited for him to stop me. Any moment. The feeling was too big. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Come for me.”
It was instant. I sobbed as I came harder than I ever had before. My head spun from the force of it. My vision would have faded had it not already been obscured.
“Shhh. Good. Good boy.” Soothing whispers. “Almost done, okay? Stay still just a little bit longer.”
The plug switched off, the fleshlight slowly easing off me. I felt him move beside me and I whimpered as I sensed that movement being away rather than closer.
“I’m not leaving. I’ll be right back with you. Just give me one moment.”
Every moment was too much. Too vulnerable.
“Lean forward. Don’t let go of your arms.”
I obeyed. Pressure. Then the plug popped out. I whimpered again.
“I know. I know.” He cooed. “All done. Sit down slowly.”
My body obeyed, easing down onto the soft rug.
“Keep your hands where they are. Open your mouth for me. I’m going to give you some water.”
No thoughts. Just the sound of his voice and my instinct to obey. I opened, and curved plastic rested on my bottom lip. Then cool water trickled into my dry mouth and I accepted it eagerly.
“You did so good. You lasted so long.”
Relief. Warmth. Fingertips through my sweaty hair. Connection. Grounding.
His touch was all I focused on, so light as he brushed them through the short strands. Seconds. Minutes. Until my heart rate was back to normal, and I could breathe without being reminded of it.
I was so tired. So satisfied.
“Was that good for you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Yes, Benny Bear. That was so good for me.”
The nickname felt like a caress. Like a warm blanket wrapped around me. I didn’t want this to be over. I didn’t want him to go and be without him for another whole week.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
“Maybe next time.”
He didn’t let me touch him the next time either.
Instead, he’d nested the fleshlight in a firm pillow mount, designed for just that purpose.
He’d also given me a thrusting butt plug, and he played with the controls as he ordered me to fuck it, telling me to stop when I was right on the edge.
Over and over, until I was a whimpering mess, just like the time before.
Then he’d played with my hair as he fed me water, until I was tired and I just wanted to be wrapped in a big blanket and go to sleep, preferably with him.
It had been four weeks. Four sessions. And I was obsessed.
They were without a doubt the best sexual experiences of my life and he’d still barely even touched me.