Sex in C Major
Chapter 67

"Relax."

"Wha-ah!"

The pressure was sudden, and painful. Stefan breathed deeply through his nose, and relaxed. It sank into him, a mass too large for comfort. Unused for a few days, the stretch hurt, and he whimpered as it simply kept coming. When he clenched, Yannis only pushed harder, and Stefan felt sweat prickling on the back of his neck. Oh, God. God, it hurt. It was huge and hard. Relentless. When it was finally seated, holding his arse open for what felt like miles, Stefan wasn't sure he would be able to stand without forcing it back out.

"Yan-Yan-"

Another head touched his cunt, and Stefan whimpered as it began again. The entry was smoother and easier, but the bulk almost worse he could do nothing but accept it, as every attempt to clench moved the one in his arse until he felt dizzy, pinned on two false cocks and clinging desperately to the sheets like he was going to collapse.

"I-I-"

Was he going to have to stay right here, until Daz came home? Would Yannis padlock him to the bed like this? Would-

The bite of metal made him sob.

"No-no-no-no, please..."

The belt was cinched tight. It ground up between his cheeks, and cupped over his cock. Stefan cried blindly as it was ruthlessly tightened, until he was locked firm, and then Yannis pulled him upright by the back of the shirt. The cocks inside him ground against his flesh, almost against each other, and the wash of arousal and dizziness nearly brought Stefan to his knees.

"Daz will come for you when he needs you."

"Come for m—”

"Yes. I'll call a taxi. Get your clothes, and go." 25

Christmas Day dawned hot.

Outside, it was cold. But Stefan felt like he was burning up. He couldn't move without the dildos inside him shifting and rubbing at his insides. And these weren't strange plastic toys-they were expensive, silicon and rubber, designed with realism in mind. Buried so long, they were warm. The slickness of the one in his arse felt like he'd already been fucked; his own arousal had made the other slippery, and they moved inside like his user was simply waiting for a sign to continue.

Only continuation never came.

He had tried everything-rubbing his hips up against the walls or on the mattress, but the pressure was all internal, and the belt refused to allow enough sensation through to his dick. He couldn't get anything inside it, Yannis had locked it so tight. He had even tried pouring water through it in the shower, only to find the collecting water around his arse inside it made the urge to piss desperate.

So far, he'd not needed to.

Barely.

So by the time the sun rose, watery and thin, through the flat windows on Christmas Day, Stefan was ready to crawl out of his own skin. And not, for once, through dysphoria. The toys held him open, maddeningly close to orgasm all of the time, and yet offered nothing. No end. No solution. No climax. Nothing.

Yannis hadn't said when Daz would send for him. And if he did, how was Stefan meant to get down to the taxi in this state? He'd collapsed the last time Daz had made him wear a belt over dildos this big. The one in his arse was manageable, but the one in his cunt-God, it was unbearable.

And that scared Stefan more than anything. What kind of a man was he, if he could manage hours with a false dick in his arse, but dissolved into a mess, crying and pleading to be fucked like a tissue from the nightstand during a porn marathon the moment anything was shoved into his cunt?

He wanted to rip his skin off and cool the burning. He wanted to destroy the belt and remove the toys-but he wanted to destroy the belt, and fuck himself on the toys, too. He wanted Daz to arrive. He wanted Yannis to collect him. He wanted them both to hold him down and fuck him in turn like they had that night in their bed.

And when had he started wanting Yannis to own him, as well as Daz?

As the sun rose, leaving the mattress and creeping across the floor towards lunchtime, Stefan would have even taken the junkie from the second floor. He would have taken his weed dealer. He would have taken anyone, any dick in the entire world, just to relieve this ache, this burning, this need-

Keys.

The door shuddered.

Stefan tried to sit up, but a burst of raw heat from the dildos shifting inside felled him to the mattress again with a strangled whimper.

The door burst open, and slammed back into the frame.