Chapter 11 #3
“That’s the language,” Finn says. “When he’s offline, it’s the doll. He wants it that way.”
Kit’s completely still. Not the stillness of someone unconscious; the stillness of someone who’s opted out of being a person.
His ass is—fuck. It’s a masterpiece. Two round, pale globes, smooth and firm, with the tight, dark shadow of a crack between them.
He looks like he was sculpted just to be wrecked.
I reach out and cup both cheeks because I’m only human.
The guys make noises behind me. Low grunts and chaotic encouragement.
“Go on, get in there.”
“Don’t be a pussy about it, bro. Ruin that hole.”
“This doesn’t make you gay, man. It’s just a toy.”
I almost laugh at that one. Almost.
I part Kit’s cheeks, stretching the skin to look at his hole.
My brain, which has been cataloging things for three weeks, makes a very specific note: His hole’s pink, well-worked, and perfect.
It’s a little pouty, the rim softened from use, but still waiting to be stretched out again. It’s twitching.
“Damn,” I say, feeling the saliva pool in my mouth.
“Yeah, bro, I know.” Walker grins. “We left it alone all day so it wouldn’t be too blown out for your first run. Didn’t want you slipping around in there.”
“You should’ve seen it when it was still all tight, though,” Finn says, not even trying to hide the bulge in his jeans.
“But it’s not bad at all. I mean, look at that pucker,” Grant adds. “It practically looks like a cunt now when it’s this hungry for a cock.”
I look back at Kit’s hole, processing the crudeness of the description. It’s fluttering, a rhythmic, involuntary twitching of the muscle that suggests he’s loving every word.
Then I look lower. His dick’s hard—forced downward against the mattress, the tip dark and glossy. There’s a massive wet spot soaking into my sheets.
“It’s been like that for an hour,” Grant says. “Just aching for it. Aren’t you, doll?”
Kit’s hole blinks. Once. Twice.
Grant laughs.
“It’s always hungry,” he explains. “No matter how many times we fill it up, it always wants more. Like a bottomless fucking pit.”
I swallow. My cock’s thickening fast in my jeans.
“Any rules?” I ask, not looking away from Kit’s ass.
“Rules?” Grant snorts. “Bro, it’s a doll. Do whatever you want with it. Fuck it, spit on it, slap it around, fill every hole. The only rule is you don’t break the doll. If it gets too much, he’ll wake up and you are banned from using it. Waking up is the safeword.”
“Also, try not to use it after Finn’s been alone with it,” Walker says.
I glance back. “Why?”
Walker laughs. “We think he’s been pissing on it, bro. Finn’s nasty like that.”
“I’m not affirming or denying anything,” Finn says, holding his hands up. “But if I were, it’d be because the doll loves it. And I’m just a generous guy.”
“You’re a fucking degenerate,” Miles mutters. “That’s what you are.”
“I’m just saying, if the doll didn’t want to be pissed on, it’d safeword. It hasn’t safeworded.”
“I’m not judging,” I say. “If anything, that’s kind of hot.”
“Thank you!” Finn says, pointing at me. “See? Reid gets it.”
“Degenerates,” Miles mutters again.
“Walker’s worse and no one says shit,” Finn complains. He turns to me. “He rubs his ass on the doll’s face. Like, full-on sits on its mouth and grinds. Just uses its face like a seat.”
“It’s a good seat,” Walker says, unbothered.
“You’re fucking nasty, man.”
“Says the guy who’s definitely been pissing on it.”
“I’m not affirming or—”
“Okay, we’re doing this or what?” Grant interrupts. “Reid’s ready. Look at him. He’s about to fucking explode.”
He’s right. My dick feels like a diamond at this point.
I look back at Kit’s ass and press one finger in.
It’s soft and slick inside. My full attention has just relocated to the quality of this.
“Walker prepped it,” Finn says.
“Briefly,” Walker clarifies. “Just a courtesy prep so you didn’t have to work too hard.”
I take my finger out and shove two inside.
“Hm.” I add a third finger, registering how effortlessly he accommodates the girth.
“What is it?” Grant asks.
“Nothing. I just like doing it myself.” I work the three fingers slowly, curling them inside to feel the soft heat of his inner walls. “Opening a hole up properly.”
“Sorry, bro. Didn’t know you were a DIY guy.”
“It’s fine.”
I add a fourth finger, feeling the stretch and watching the way the tissue pales around my knuckles. The way his hole takes it so easily means it’s a well-used, well-maintained, and genuinely excellent hole. I’m not embarrassed to be impressed by it.
“This is good quality ass.”
The guys lose it.
“Good quality,” Finn repeats, wheezing. “Bro’s rating it.”
“Three out of five stars,” Walker says, amused. “Good grip, easy access—”
“Four,” I say, burying my four fingers inside him until the knuckles hit. “Minimum.”
“Four stars.”
I pull my fingers out. Look at the way his hole stays slightly gaping, the rim angry and flushed. Then I lean down.
The reaction behind me is immediate.
“Bro—!”
“Oh my God, he’s actually going to—”
I put my mouth on Kit, and the world stops.
I press my tongue flat against his pucker, then curl the tip inward, fucking him with it in shallow thrusts. He’s scorching inside, and the way his muscles twitch around my tongue tells me he’s fighting not to react.
His breathing changes too, and I hear the smallest hitch he can’t control.
I lick a circle around the rim and then plunge deeper.
While the tiny, almost non-existent sounds coming from Kit are super hot, the noises coming from the guys right now are hilarious.
“He’s eating it—” Finn’s voice goes up an entire octave. “Dude, is he eating it?”
“He’s going to town on it,” Grant confirms, sounding like he’s watching something he didn’t know he needed to see.
“Bro is that—is it okay to eat a guy’s ass? Like, is that—”
“It’s ass, dude,” Miles says, sounding like he’s working through his own feelings about this.
“That’s a dude’s shithole, man!”
“Ass is ass, I guess.”
“Is it, though?”
I pull back, just for a second, to breathe. Also to have a look at their shocked faces.
“You didn’t say his hole was this delicious.”
As expected, those guys aren’t doing great. Walker and Grant are watching with huge eyes while Finn just gapes. Miles lights another joint, eyes locked on the way Kit’s rim flutters.
“Well, we don’t really—you know.” Finn says. Because even if everyone is in shock, Finn will always have words to spit out. “I mean, we use it, we don’t dine on it!”
“Bro, we didn’t expect you to be that much of a freak.”
“I’m into eating people out,” I say, wiping a streak of spit from my lip. “I’m really into it.”
And then I go back in, spreading his cheeks wider until I’m practically ripping him in half.
I bury my face between Kit’s cheeks and devour his hole. I suck the rim into my mouth, swallowing the whole pucker and biting down on the sensitive skin. I shove my tongue as deep as it’ll go, feeling his hole throbbing around it, and it goes straight to my cock.
I lick broad stripes from his taint to the base of his spine, then zero back in on his asshole, swirling my tongue around the entrance before plunging back inside.
The guys are losing their minds behind me, but all I care about is the way Kit’s breathing completely breaks when I drag my teeth over his rim.
I slide two fingers into him alongside my tongue, stretching him wider, feeling his walls clench around me.
“Look at that,” Grant mutters. “Our doll is getting its hole ruined by the new guy. Look at it gape for him.”
I pull out just to watch the hole fail to close, then I gather a mouthful of spit and launch it right into the gaping mess I’ve made of him before burying my tongue back in deep.
Kit playing doll doesn’t change his biological responses.
He can’t shut his body off. His ass is clenching rhythmically around my tongue like his body saying yes without his consent or input.
His thighs are trembling. His dick is twitching so hard I know he’s grinding the head on the mattress every time his body bucks.
Judging by how hard he’s twitching, I’d bet money nobody’s ever eaten him out like this, so I’ll make sure I ruin him for anything else.
I scope his cock through his thighs, drag my fingers through all that pre he leaked, and ram them back into his hole.
Then I bury my face between his cheeks again.
Somewhere above me the guys are passing a beer, making commentary, and at least one of them is audibly stroking already. But that’s their business. I’m busy.
I reach under Kit again, but this time I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s so hard it’d be like grabbing a rock if it weren’t pulsing so bad. I stroke him fast, tongue-fucking his hole in sync, and the guys go quiet because they know what’s coming.
Kit doesn’t make a sound when he comes, but his body betrays his doll mode—his ass clenches around my tongue, his dick pulses in my fist, and his hips fuck forward into my grip once like he can’t help it.
I milk him through it, spitting another glob of saliva into his used hole just to watch it drip out of him.
Then I pull back.
I smear my hand through the cum he just painted on the sheet and ram three fingers right back into his raw hole. His ass spasms around my digits, his body twitching from his orgasm, and I groan at the way his rim sucks me in.
“Holy shit, dude,” Finn wheezes, his voice cracking. “You’re not really gonna—?”
“Fuck him with his own load?” I finish, twisting my fingers deeper until I can hear his ass squelching with spit and cum. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
I pop my fingers out, watching his rim flutter around nothing, and finally yank my jeans open. My cock springs free, leaking pre-cum all over, and the guys erupt into a chorus of groans and half-laughs.
“Man, he’s just like Grant.”
“I don’t do that!”
“Didn’t peg you for the sloppy seconds type, bro.”