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“Damon, let’s move here before you start recruiting the locals into our bed.”
“Why? He looks fun.”
“Damon is really looking for a boy, huh?” I asked Burke when we were alone after dinner. Noah was showing off the horses again, and I was beat. Turns out, springs are more work than winter on a farm.
“He’s always looking. We seriously love each other, but we seriously hate bottoming. In all senses of that word.”
I understood, kind of. “Gonna miss you,” I told him, meaning it. Having a good friend around made my new life even better.
“I’m moving here, partly to hang out with you!”
“I know,” I confessed as I picked up his bag to take out to the SUV. “I… am just gonna miss you until you get here. That’s all.”
“I know,” he said, hugging me. “I’ll miss you too, kid.”
Once they left, it was a few days until Noah got me ready for fisting. We were taking it slow, so he started with a night using only two and then three fingers, then four the next night. He’d come, of course, but I wasn’t allowed to, yet. He’d fuck my well-stretched hole after each time, and just getting me ready for being fisted was making him crazy.
No, it wasn’t the pain I had craved for so long. I couldn’t remember when it truly started. But that was the thing… I wanted only what he wanted. Seeing him so happy, so aroused, it made me the same way. It was hard, being so sexually excited and not coming. My cage was still on, sure, but I’d adjusted to the thing to the point where I felt orgasms rushing on me without my dick being hard at all.
But Noah said it wasn’t on the table until his fist was inside me, and that alone kept me from coming. His word, his deep toned, rough voice… it made me weak in the knees, but it also kept me strong.
The night before it happened, I lay with my ass on two pillows, legs spread wide, and I didn’t just have four fingers inside me. That night, there were eight. Noah’s eyes were firmly planted on me, the jar of heavy-duty lube beside his leg as both hands were covered in the goop.
I felt like my ass would tear apart, but he worked me each night before that, and I knew I’d be fine. I’d be fine, because Noah would make sure I was.
Both sets of fingers curled together, moving inside of me, deeper each minute, and I gritted my teeth, relaxed my ass as best I could. Then I’d clench, and he’d cluck his tongue at me. I got through it; I made it until both hands were in me to the knuckles.
That was the strangest feeling in the world. Having a man push two hands inside your ass. In case you ever wanted to know without trying it. Those long, work-rough fingers pushed together, entering me, stretching me. All the while, that man’s icy eyes were set right in mine, ready to gauge any reaction.
It was a feeling I’d never forget. Well, until the next night, when it happened again, and then some.
I was on the bed again, my legs spread out wide, knees bent, my ass on two firm pillows, a thick sheet covering the quilt on the bottom of the bed to protect it from the lube. My eyes were on that white painted ceiling. I wasn’t looking for answers that night, no. I was using it to focus, to clear my mind, what pain used to do for me.
Now, I could do it without pain, but soon, I wouldn’t have to. Soon, I’d feel pain, but not like I was used to. This pain was inside, invasive, and better than any I’d ever had because it was a connection to Noah that I’d never had with anyone else.
He started with three fingers, and I was ready for those easily, as, along with my other chastity, I wore a plug all day that day. He’d taken that off and my cage for the evening, and I felt almost too free.
If a person has never worn chastity, they couldn’t possibly know how it is to have it taken away after long periods of wearing it. Like a security blanket, you not only get used to it, but you come to rely on it.
It’s comforting even as it’s uncomfortable. I know, I sound crazy, but what do you expect from a man about to get another man’s fist up his ass?
The plug had kept me stretched the entire day, and the two fingers glided into me, and it felt amazing. Noah pulled them out several times, only to gob more of the thick lube on his fingers to replace them.
Then more were added, four were slid inside me, and it got tighter, but it wasn’t painful yet. In fact, it felt amazing, and I moved my eyes from the ceiling to see Noah watching me.
“You okay?”
“I’m good. I’m really good.”
“Good boy. This is gonna get intense. You know what to do, right?”
I nodded to him while smiling. “Safeword, Sir.”
“Good. Don’t stop yourself thinking I’ll be upset. We can keep trying this or we can stop it all. I don’t care. I just care about you being okay and happy.”
“That’s what I care about, Noah. You, okay and happy, but I know my limits, I swear.”
He gave me a wink and whispered, “I trust you, baby.”
