Wakey Wakey full and Achy

Waking up you look over and see your door shut. Wrapped in blankets you roll over realize just how sore you are. Your joints are as though you have arthritis. Your dick makes you stop all movement for a solid minute. Your ass so sore you regret not being on your stomach. But your stomach would be worse. Bloated more then after a thanksgiving dinner. You know what it is. Still warm you rub your hands over it and bathe in the bliss that comes from it. After a moment you turn your head to see your phone. You look at it and see a couple of text messages and some photos.

"Hey John you passed out at the start of round two last night. I kept going for, well a while. As you can probably tell. I plugged you up so you could enjoy all I left in you. The package I ordered should be here today. That website has great shipping. However we should have a conversation about what to do with mom. Anyway when you wake up text me. I'll shower and then you can. But odds are the you are gonna need some more time." Looking past that you see a number of photos of you in compromising positions. Tied up, bound, writing all over your body. Covered in semen. Your sister must have washed you off before putting you to bed. Good thing too or you would not be this comfortable in bed. In fact your blankets didn't used to be this soft. And you don't remember being as hairless on your hands and arms.

Regardless your desire to lie back down is strong. Heading into the bathroom you look at yourself in the mirror and you look like a mess. hair look's worse than your dad when he was in a hair metal band. Bags going down to your jaw under your eyes. You use some lube to loosen the plug you have in and drain yourself.

A few minutes later you plug yourself back up, sure you have a gape and putting the plug back in won't help. But ruining your sheets won't help either. With that, back to bed.