Chapter 5
Chapter five
Seth
Icome awake with a start, the fuzzy dreams of sensual massages and pleasure dripping away as I blink up at the ceiling. I lay there, assessing my body. I’m sore and languid, exactly like I would feel after a sex marathon.
But I know that can’t be right. Can it? I did nothing different than any other night afterwork.
Came home, ate, took my meds and relaxed until I got tired enough to crash in bed.
But my chest, especially my nipples, feels like they got windburned, and there are places on my waist and thighs that have the warm pain of fresh bruises.
My heart speeds up as I realize I have the sensation of fullness. I shift my legs and stifle a moan as pleasure sparks through me at the movement.
Oh my god, there’s something inside me.
Biting my lip, I glance down at my naked body. My cock is half hard and there’s ribbons of cum painting my stomach. Biting my lip, I prop myself up on my arms, the new position making whatever’s inside me press against my prostate enough to make my toes curl.
Whatever it is, it’s made of smooth protrusions and gentle angles.
My hips roll of their own accord, my sensitive rim clenching around the slick object as it moves.
My dick is hard again, slapping against my lower stomach and I try to ignore it as I peek down at what I managed to penetrate myself with.
I blink in confusion at the dark wooded base between my thighs.
Bracing my feet against the mattress, I grab the object and slowly pull it on it.
Pleasure sparks through me as the object rubs against my inner walls.
My breath puffs out in little grunts as my rim stretches over the various protrusions.
A particularly large bulge slides over my prostate, and my head falls back as my nerve endings light up. My ass clenches, hips rolling so that I can grind that bulge against that spot again.
I never thought I’d get off on fucking myself with random items, but as I roll my hips again, I can’t ignore the fact that this is a major turn on. Pre-cum leaks from my slit, mixing with the drying cum on my stomach.
I collapse onto my back with a moan, the heavy base tangling in the sheets just enough that I can easily fuck myself on it.
Not that I should be doing that. A sane person would have been freaked out and disgusted at the situation.
Apparently waking up with an unknown item shoved up my ass is my idea of a good time.
Spitting onto my palm, I wrap my fist around my leaking cock and pump myself, matching the rhythm of my thrusts as I push myself up and down on my newest sex toy. Yeah, it’s a sex toy now, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to be telling anyone about it.
My mind goes blank as the pleasure spikes, my nuts drawing tight to the base of my dick.
Tremors shake my body, my legs spasming as I drive myself closer to that edge.
Each time that bulge hits my prostate, my breath puffs out with a groan.
The oddly shaped object rubs against my inner walls, making my synapses short-circuit.
And that burn in my rim as I lift myself up enough for that bulge to stretch that ring of muscle has me seeing stars.
I drive myself faster, grinding my ass against the wooden base until I have to pull my feet close to my body to brace them against the wood. This changes the angle, making it rub and bump against my prostate each time I sink onto it.
I stroke myself faster, my orgasm building like a tidal wave.
The last time I sink down, my foot loses its position, pushing the base and making the object twist inside of me.
The bulge that’s been pressing against my prostate shifts, replaced by a line of ridges and that sudden shift in sensation is enough to send me barreling over the edge.
I scream as the orgasm hits, my body locking up as the pleasure makes my mind go fuzzy. Warm ribbons of cum spurt against my torso and my back bows from the strength of the climax.
I collapse, panting, my hand still wrapped around my softening dick as I come to terms with what the fuck just happened. I don’t even know what I fucked myself with. My limbs are still shaking and all I want to do is roll over and go back to sleep, but I can’t.
Groaning, I roll onto my side and hitch up one leg, wincing at how sore my ass is.
I really went to town on myself. Grasping the base, I gently pull it out, gasping as little sparks of pleasure and pain detonate in my ass as my rim stretches over the largest part of the object.
With a final gentle tug, I pull it free and I let out a sigh of relief.
I didn’t realize just how full I was until just now.
“What the fuck?” I gasp as I finally discover what I used for my med-induced sodomy.
I fucked myself with a trophy. Not just any trophy either, but a participation trophy for a flag football game I played in the fourth grade. The trophy has been sitting in a box in my closet since I moved here. A memento my mother packed up for me for some unknown reason.
I can feel my face heat up as I stare at the trophy, embarrassment making me want to throw the thing out so I don’t have to see it again. What kind of person chooses a childhood trophy as a sex toy?
I drop the trophy to the floor and run one hand through my hair, tugging on it until it hurts. I really need that camera to get here. Once I get it set up, I can finally see what the hell I’m doing. Besides the obvious.
I can’t even get an appointment with the doctor until over a week from now, which means I’m still taking the meds. I’m still afraid that going cold turkey will cause issues, so I’m just gently weaning myself off of them, which isn’t easy. Those pills are a pain to cut.
Sitting up, I wince at the ache in my ass as I slowly get to my feet. It’s still dark out and a glance at my clock shows it’s just after five in the morning. I could have slept for a few more hours; I don’t have to work today. But apparently, my horny self had other ideas.
And I’m going to be paying for it. Getting out of bed, I wince at the soreness radiating from my ass. I don’t even have to look to know that my hole is going to be red and swollen.
Snatching the trophy from the floor, I slowly hobble my way to the bathroom. A nice, hot shower to start the day, followed by some coffee, should do me wonders. And maybe an ice pack for my ass.
Thirty minutes later, both I and the trophy are clean. I’m dressed, caffeinated, and sitting at my little dinette table watching the sunrise. Well, more like watching the reflection of the sunrise off the apartment windows across the alleyway.
Working the late shift means I do not want to get woken up at the ass crack of dawn to the sun blinding me. There’s not enough coffee in the world to get me out of the bad mood that would cause.
Though getting woken up at the ass crack of dawn sodomizing myself with household items probably isn’t much better. At least I got an orgasm out of it. So, not all bad at least.
Scrolling through social media is a bust for me.
I’m too unfocused and restless to really concentrate on any of it.
Besides, most of it is depressing anyway.
With a curse, I get to my feet and throw some clothes on.
Maybe a morning walk around the block and a stop to get a pastry will help. It certainly can’t hurt.
Stuffing my wallet and phone into my back pocket, I grab my keys and head out.
Even though the sun has just risen, it’s already warm out.
A breeze swirls past me, cool enough to cause me to shiver – the joys of almost summer in the Midwest. If you don’t like the weather, just wait a few hours, and it’s bound to change.
I remember one year, it dropped six inches of snow at the end of May, a freak cold front that left huge piles of dirty snow well into June.
I stroll down the street, just enjoying the morning.
It’s not often that I get a chance to do this.
It’s early enough that there’s not a lot of foot traffic, but in about twenty minutes that will change.
Once everyone gets on the road to head to work, the streets will be full of yelling drivers and honking vehicles.
Yes, that’s sort of an exaggeration. Usually, it’s not that bad around here. Weekends are when things really get crazy. There are a ton of parks and shops in this area, and it’s only a stone’s throw from downtown.
My keys jingle slightly where they are clipped to my belt loop, and I brush against the little resin figure of the Cheshire Cat that’s attached.
The tiny keychain is actually an amulet, a scent disrupter tailor-made to cover my smell.
And it was the least cringe design option I could choose from.
Who would choose a shit emoji or a llama wearing a beach hat?
For fifteen dollars, it was a deal I couldn’t pass up, especially after ending the relationship with my asshat ex.
A shiver rolls down my spine at the thought of Jake.
I thought he was the one. I thought I loved him.
Maybe I did, but it was a bitter love that cost me years of my life and most of my self-worth.
I moved across the country, deleted all my social media, and even had the foolish idea of contacting some of Uncle Cody’s acquaintances to make up a fake identity for me.
Yes, incredibly stupid to associate with Uncle Cody at all. For anything. But desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. I needed to get away from Jake, to disappear, and my uncle was the only one I knew of who could help.
Which is probably why I now have Mr. Silver Fox stalking me.
With that thought circling my head, I look around me. It’s early enough that the morning crowd is just beginning to pick up, but not so crowded that I won’t notice if someone is following me.