He placed his palm flat at the base of my neck and ran his hand down the length of my spine.
“Sweaty boy…” I heard him say behind me. I tensed up as he shoved his fingers into my armpit to collect more of my sheen before slipping his hand under the elastic waist of my shorts and stuffing his index finger into my hole.
I moaned around the handkerchief from the burn of the sudden intrusion as I kicked my legs. My dick was painfully hard and smashed up against the couch cushion. I bucked my hips for relief; he pushed me back down and shoved another finger inside. That one hurt. I threw my head back and moaned.
He pulled his fingers out and laughed as he shoved hishand down my front to feel the sticky mess I was already making in my briefs.
“Oh, just wait baby. You have no idea what I have in store for you.” He leaned in close and bit down the line of my jaw, his teeth blunt against my sensitive skin.
He wrapped his arms around my torso and lifted me off the couch as he got up. He propped me up on my knees and used one arm to hold me in place as the other tugged at my shorts and underwear. Once he had them off, my cock hard as marble jetting out straight in front of me, he helped me to stand and then pushed me towards the bedroom.
I got to the middle of the room at the foot of the bed and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. He chuckled wickedly, put his hand to the back of my head, and smashed my face into the crotch of his jeans. I could feel the thick outline of his hard on through the denim. My spit finally began to soak through the dry hanky as I salivated around it.
“I know you wanna suck my fat cock,” he said, “it’s your favorite thing to do.” Continuing to grind himself against my face, he spoke again. “But today’s not about whatyouwant. That’s why I taped your filthy mouth.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and craned my neck back to stare up into his eyes. “Now, I want you to get over there and sit on the floor with your legs spread out so I can see your hole in the mirror.”
Without standing, I turned and shifted my knees across the hardwood floor. I sat down on my butt with my back against the footboard of the bed. I spread my legs as wide as they would go in front of the mirrored closet door, opposite the bed. I shifted down a bit and scooted until I could plainly see my entrance in my reflection. I was glad I’d taken the time to shave.
He lowered himself down next to me on the floor after grabbing the lube from the nightstand, still fully clothed, face completely obscured behind the mask. The only thing I had covering me were the remaining tatters of the undershirt he’d cut to pieces.
He coated his fingers and set the bottle aside. “Bring your knees up,” he demanded. I bent my knees, planting my feet flat on the floor and widening my legs as I met his eyes in the mirror. “That’s better. Now, watch what I’m going to do to you.”
I kept my focus on his reflection as he reached one arm behind my back and then down between my legs. My side was fully against his, now, and I moaned from my throat as I watched his index finger disappear inside of me. Then he brought his hand over and shoved his other index finger in alongside the other. My eyes were half-lidded, and he pulled his fingers apart inside of me. My eyes shot open, and I groaned.
“I told you to watch!” he barked.
A fresh bead of clear liquid seeped from my slit before beginning to drip down my length, “Oh, you drive mefucking crazy,” he growled before pulling one finger out of me to free his hand enough to pull the mask up to his nose. With his mouth finally clear of the mask, he leaned over and sucked the very tip of my dick into his mouth as he re-inserted the second finger.
My head was beginning to swim, and my vision began to blur. I started to move my hips and make noises in my throat to warn him. In a split second, his mouth came off me and his fingers slid out in unison.
“Oh-oh. Not yet, my sweet.”
I tossed my head back until it met the bed post and groaned as my hips bucked up into nothing.
He laughed hotly at my desperation and then got to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”
Once he’d left the room, I was able to get a good look at myself in the mirror. My dick was painfully hard from him edging me with his fingers and mouth. I’d made a sticky mess all over my thighs and could even see a few wet spots on the dark wood beneath me.
When he came back a minute or two later, he was carrying something in hard plastic packaging. I looked up at him as he tore the packaging apart, and I caught the first glimpse of the slick metal.
“I needed a new flashlight for work, but I decided to fuck you with it first. That way, every time I use it, I can think of this.”
I watched him pull the safety tab from the batteries and toss it aside. He grabbed an alcohol wipe out of the nightstand before coming back over and kneeling down in front of me. He held up the flashlight and began to wipe it down with the opened alcohol wipe. “Make sure we get it nice and clean for you…” he taunted.
The base of the flashlight was smooth, and about an inch-and-a half wide if I had to guess. Probably five inches long before it widened out around the bulb.
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry around the hanky. He set the flashlight down onto my bare skin between my tummy and my throbbing cock, making me shiver as the cold metal rested against my hot flesh.
“We’ll wanna get this a little warmer before I shove it inside of you,” he said.
He stood up, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them off with his underwear at the same time, finally giving me a good look at his thick cock. He kicked the jeans out of the way and then pulled his shirt off over his head. I let out an involuntary hum of tortured, anxious pleasure.
He looked down at me, smiling so big the corners of his mouth disappeared under the mask he was still half-wearing. “I love how much of a slut you are for me.” He grabbed the bottle of lube and generously coated the base of the flashlight as he winked. “It’swaterproof.”
After he’d made avery slowshow of slicking up the handle, he bent down and pressed the tip of it against my hole. “Eyes open,” he reminded me, gesturing towards the mirror.
I groaned and watched as he pushed the first inch inside. The metal was cold, and the temperature contrast was making my legs shake as he pushed it in further. I started to squirm when he started rocking it back and forth and then pushed it in until the handle was completely inside. Then he twisted the tip, activating the light. The beam was bright enough that it was all I could see in the mirror.
