Now the ass

John froze, cold dread flooding him.No. No, not that. Not with Chris. The plug inside him felt suddenly huge, threatening. His own treacherous arousal throbbed painfully against the damp lace.

"Your ass?" Chris’s voice deepened, thick with renewed lust. "Fuck yes. Been dying to wreck that tight hole." He reached down blindly, fingers fumbling, finding John’s wig-covered head. He patted it roughly. "Get ready to bend over, baby. Gonna stretch you wide open."

Lily’s hand clamped onto John’s shoulder, her nails biting. "Yes, baby," she purred at Chris, her eyes locked on John’s panic. "Bend over and present. Show him that perfect ass he’s been craving." She shoved John forward onto his hands and knees on the floor beside the bed. The position **** his lace-clad ass up, the flimsy fabric doing nothing to hide the plug stretching his hole. Chris’s **** gaze, hidden behind the blindfold, seemed to burn into him nonetheless.

John trembled violently, the cheap wig slipping further. He felt Chris shift on the bed, the mattress groaning. He heard the wet sound of Chris spitting into his palm, then the slick, rhythmic stroking as he slicked his hardening cock again. The scent of Chris’s arousal, sharp and musky, filled the small space. Lily knelt beside John, her vinyl corset creaking. She gripped the base of the plug buried inside him.

"Deep breath, slut," she hissed in his ear. With a cruel, swift twist, she yanked the plug free.

John gasped at the sudden, shocking emptiness, followed instantly by a wave of perverse, unwelcome sensitivity. He felt exposed, gaping. Lily spat onto her fingers, a crude mimicry of lube, and shoved two inside him without warning, scissoring roughly. John cried out, the sound muffled against the floorboards. "Getting you ready for the real thing," she breathed, her voice thick with malice. "Wouldn’t want Chris thinking I’m too loose, would we?"

Chris swung his legs off the bed, his bare feet hitting the floor beside John. His cock, fully hard again thanks to the honey pack, stood thick and glistening inches from John’s face. "Come here, Lily," Chris rumbled, his hands reaching out blindly, finding John’s hips. His grip was powerful, possessive. Lily quickly guided Chris’s hands, placing them firmly on the lace-covered swell of John’s ass, spreading his cheeks roughly with her own hands before Chris took over.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Chris groaned, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh, exposing John’s hole completely. "So fucking ready for me." He spat again, the glob landing directly on John’s exposed pucker. John flinched at the warm, wet impact.

Lily positioned Chris’s cockhead against the tight, spit-slicked ring of muscle. "Go slow at first, baby," she instructed Chris, her voice dripping with faux concern as she watched John’s face contort in terror. "Ease it in. It’s really tight." Even as she said it, she pressed a hand firmly against the small of John’s back, forcing his hips down onto Chris’s waiting cock. "Just like that."

The thick, flared head pressed insistently against John’s hole. John clenched instinctively, a whimper tearing from his raw throat. Chris grunted, applying steady pressure, his hips pushing forward. The intense, burning stretch was immediate, agonizing. John felt his muscles screaming in protest as the huge head **** its way past the tight ring. "Oh fuck," Chris breathed. "So fucking tight."

Lily leaned close to John’s ear, her voice a cold whisper only he could hear. "Relax, you little bitch. Or he’ll tear you open." Her hand remained on his back, pinning him. Chris pushed harder. John bit down on his lip until he tasted blood, trying to **** his body to yield, tears blurring his vision. The pressure built, unbearable, a searing invasion. With a sickening, wet pop, the head breached him, plunging deep inside. John screamed, the sound muffled against the floor, his body convulsing.

Chris moaned, a long, low sound of pure animal satisfaction. "Yeah… take it, baby. Take my cock." He didn’t stop. He kept pushing, feeding more of his thick length into the agonizingly tight channel. John felt every ridge, every vein scraping his raw inner walls. The brutal stretch radiated pain through his entire lower body. Lily watched, her expression unreadable, as Chris bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against John’s lace-covered ass, his balls resting heavily against John’s thighs.

"Fucking owned," Chris growled, gripping John’s hips like handles. He pulled back slowly, the drag sending fresh waves of fire through John, then slammed forward again, hard. The **** drove John’s face harder into the floor. Chris set a brutal, punishing rhythm immediately, each deep thrust jolting John’s body. The wet slap of flesh on flesh, the grunts from Chris, John’s choked sobs – it filled the room.

"Feel good, baby?" Lily asked Chris, her voice thick with fake arousal. She ran her hands over Chris’s straining back. "My ass gripping hard enough for you?"

"Absolutely," Chris panted, sweat dripping from his chin onto John’s back. "So fucking deep. Like a goddamn vise." He slammed into John harder, the **** making John see stars again. The pain was excruciating, a constant, tearing agony with every thrust. Yet, beneath it, insidious and horrifying, the relentless friction began to awaken the neural pathways Lily’s training had carved. A spark of unwanted sensation flickered deep within the wreckage, colliding violently with the pain and shame. His cock, trapped and ignored, pulsed traitorously in its lace prison. Lily’s hand slid between the bed and John’s face, finding his jaw. She **** his head to the side, making him look up at her. Her eyes were hard, triumphant.

"Good boy," she mouthed silently. The words were worse than the cock splitting him open. Chris’s pace increased, becoming frantic, ****. "Gonna fill this ass, Lily," he grunted, his thrusts losing rhythm, becoming erratic, punishing. "Gonna pump you so fucking full!" His grip on John’s hips tightened like a vise, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the lace waistband. He slammed deep one final time and held, buried to the hilt. A guttural roar tore from Chris’s throat as his cock pulsed violently inside John, flooding him with hot, thick cum. John felt the scalding jets deep within his violated core, each spurt a fresh brand of ownership. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting back another scream as the burning stretch was replaced by a horrifying, internal slickness. Chris collapsed forward slightly, panting heavily, his weight pressing John even flatter against the floor, his softening cock still lodged deep. He patted John's ass roughly. "Fucking perfect, baby." Lily’s triumphant smile was the last thing John saw before darkness finally, mercifully, claimed him.