Obedience Ten
Author: timrod
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mmmmike
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day. Dammit. Think of the fun if I did.
Part Ten of fuck knows. Think of this as a very late birthday treat
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That toy all but annihilated my ass.
Seriously, three orgasms with direct prostate contact is on the top end of any man’s scale of endurance (except, apparently, Frankie’s), but fuck, it was worth it. I’m gonna make extra-sure I read every last little piece of the small print next time, though, because apparently Eagle-Eyes likes springing surprises on me. I suppose I did the same in the car, to be fair. It cost me a few more bucks than our usual ride with Rich, but when I asked him to take the long way home, I never expected it to be as roundabout a trip as it was, but again, worth it. His face when I went down on him was adorable. Mike, not Rich. Rich is not my type, and anyway, why would I look at any other man when I have the one I already got?
Speaking of whom, he was so fucking patient. I have no clue how long we spent getting me to do a triple performance, and the post-apocalyptic kiss must have lasted twenty minutes at least. But he’d been hard the whole time and not once did he get impatient. He's a fucking saint.
And now the kiss was over, and it was his turn to give the product of a filthy mind a test run. Julie always seems to come (ha!) up with the goods. Some of her earliest toys are brought out of the bottom of our fun drawer every so often, and they still work as well as the day we first unwrapped them. She deserves her success, and I am glad my perverted man and me have been able to help her.
The toys at our disposal right now were pretty interesting, too. I had chosen them with my butt in mind, remember, before Mike decided he wanted piece of the ass action, but I was really looking forward to using them on another willing victim. His first one was a relatively straightforward dildo, chosen because I had kinda suspected that my ass would need a break from anything battery-operated after the massager. He seemed eager, more than ready after his blow-job in the car half a night ago, already testing the toy through looped fingers.
“Looks good. Nice ridges.”
“Yeah, you’re really gonna feel that.” While he made his inspection, I changed the disc in the camera. We had plenty if spares, and the last thing either of us wanted was for it to stop recording mid-test - that would be a waste, missing the money shot. I quickly Sharpie’d ‘Super-O #1’ on the one I’d taken out, and settled back down next to the pale, naked god in my bed. “Let’s loosen you up a bit, shall we?”
He handed me the oil, stretching for the second abandoned towel on the floor, and arranging it underneath him. He’ll make a great housewife one day. I drizzled a little onto my hands and, like he did with me, spent a worthwhile few minutes circling my palms over his chest until his skin gleamed evenly and the kiss made him struggle for breath, only then moving down to lubricate the dildo’s ultimate destination.
Oil has such a pleasing texture, so different from regular water-based lubes, leaving your skin sort of powdery to the touch. You can feel it softening your fingers as you use it, and inside, it can make the biggest toy feel like, well, a toy. This one looked like a pole of silicon discs, gradually growing in size from a small, rounded tip to one about two inches across, but with the edges thinning out to form sort of flexible collars. As Mike had noticed, the gaps between the discs were deep, so the overall effect would be like a string of anal beads, but fused together. We’d had some of those years ago, but neither of us had a fucking clue what had happened to them. I guess they provided a surprise for the poor bastard who got to clean our tour bus or hotel room. I hope they liked them as much as we did.
I started and ended with two fingers inside him, and it took no time at all for him to be fully ready for his introduction to the Magic Wand © Adam’s Adult Accessories, Shade #2 Indigo. See, I read the small print. Actually, that was the only print on this packaging, and it wasn’t that small. We did that silent thing that nearly always happens when we are about to try something new, fuck knows why in an empty house, but it’s kinda hot.
It wasn’t going be challenging for him, because we have both had far bigger things inside us, but I took it very slow, mostly because I didn’t want this to be over too quickly for his sake. Just as important, I needed as long a break as possible for my ass to recover, and for the Berocca to kick in. He was on his back, feet on the bed with his legs bent out a little to the sides, and I gave him one last coat of oil over his butt, balls and shaft, because it would look fucking lovely on film. He tucked a pillow under his neck, and watched me in the mirror on the ceiling.
Five rings in, we weren’t so silent. The collars compressed as the toy went in, only to open again inside him, like little umbrellas, stroking against the tight walls of his ass. I did the gradual two in, one out method, and the result of that was a stream of encouraging words from me and a girly squeak of surprise from him each time the toy changed direction.
“Julie did it again, huh?”
“Fuck, yeah. ’S’awesome. They all move at different - Jesus! - times. Sort of feels alive.”
I giggled into his neck, thinking about marking him like he had marked me. It could wait. He looked like he had enough to deal with right now, and yeah, that slow thing, although my cock was beginning to feel like it could be coaxed back to life some time in the not-too distant future. After all, I was currently looking at the hottest live sex show that money couldn’t buy. “We never did go down the gerbil route, did we?”
He did the most adorable snuffly-gurgle and I had to push hard against the toy to keep it in him. He has amazing muscles inside his ass as well as those you can see on the outside. “Not going there. Don’t want anything with teeth in my butt, thank you. Fuck, how much more of this is there?”
“Seven more, Love. Half way.”
“Okay, I can do this.” He breathed deep, and bit his lip, and within a minute, I proved him right. He looked pretty amazing with just the short blue handle visible, and I took a second to zoom the camera in a little. He moaned, the handle jiggled, and my cock started to take notice. Fuck, you’d have to be made if ice not to react to what I was a part of right now.
Together, we discovered that this toy didn’t need much arm-work, sort of less is more, and not for the first time in the day, I sent a mental thank you to Julie for her endless skill and imagination. I passed my arm underneath his neck, fucking him slowly and evenly as I smothered his gasps with my kiss.
Soon, I found that I was merely holding the end of the dildo in place, as he took over control of the depth of each stroke by clenching his rock-hard glutes. His breathing was hampered by the kiss, but when I made a move to pull away, he whimpered, and we carried on exploring mouths which still held interest, even after all these years. There was no trace left of the food we’d eaten by now, and he tasted as gorgeous as he always does, not that a little thing like that could ever put me off kissing him. Fuck, if I can blow him after he’s been on a coffee binge and tastes like battery acid, garlic overload is a piece of piss. Currently, he was sucking on my tongue like he was trying to detach it, and my balls contracted, as if the two places were connected. He must have felt them move, because he reached down to grope them, releasing my tongue at the same time.
“Beej, turn round. I want your cock up here.” I groaned, and obeyed, because why the fuck wouldn’t I? I could really get to grips with the dildo now, and he could help get me hard again - win, win. I was on my side, one leg bent up, and he reached between my thighs to press the tip of his finger into me. That was hot enough to make me start to swell, and when he gave my dick the same treatment as he had my tongue a minute earlier, an erection was inevitable. I kissed his belly, getting a close-up as his other hand snaked down his body and wrapped around his cock.
I can never get tired of watching Mike like this. I was so grateful that we were filming, because it was a sight he needed to see, too, from my angle. I rested my head on his thigh, and had the most gorgeous view of him masturbating a matter of inches from my face, his descent into orgasm clearly defined by the natural lube oozing from him, and the passionate abandon with which he was sucking me. I was still a country mile away from coming, but that wasn’t through lack of trying on Mike’s part. Without the Super-O interlude, this would have finished me off in seconds.
And then I could feel the tremors starting - through the handle of the dildo, the muscle in his thigh, and in his mouth. He was breathing fast and furious through his nose, and when he came, he let my dick slide into the cool air to give his scream full volume.
I watched every strand leave his body from my ringside seat, repeating ‘I love yous’ and making sure the dildo stayed in place for maximum effect, until his muscles softened and he gave up trying to pump any more out of his retiring erection. I slid the toy from his body with slow, deliberate movements, knowing that he would be hyper-aware of each disc as it popped back into sight. Sure enough, he reacted fourteen times, and I was so close to pushing it back in him just to watch that again. That thought led to another, though, and as I put the Magic Wand on the towel I had used earlier, I picked up something else.
I scooped up some of the mess on his belly with my tongue, distracting him with the dirtiest of kisses as I pushed the Super-O massager in and switched it on. He spluttered and squirmed and swore, but the pleasure edged out the discomfort very quickly, and I whispered one word into his gaping mouth.
“Again.”
****
He came three more times, beating me but still leaving Frankie as the king of kinkiness. For the first one, his cock regained some of its hardness, and he shot a load equally as big as the one produced by the Magic Wand, but the second, or third to be accurate, was a much less showy affair. By the time I had coaxed him through his fourth, he had virtually nothing left. I took that last load in my mouth, giving him as much help as I could to achieve the almost unachievable, and it tasted like pre-come, sweet and rich, with no garlic overdose overtones. I knew then that he’d reached his limit, and I let him push the massager out of his body and onto the bed, celebrating his first multiple orgasm with a kiss that left my face and cock aching.
The first thing I did when we finally came to rest our jaws was shake two Berocca into a fresh bottle of water, and hold it to Mike’s swollen lips. He hadn’t said a word since that last orgasm, and now, all he could manage was a breathy ‘thanks’ between greedy gulps of day-glo liquid. I hugged him to me, mesmerised by the huge pool on his stomach, which was separating and spreading, and soaking into our skin and the towel under him in equal measure.
“Love you.”
“Mmmfff.”
“Speechless, huh? I’m gonna use this on you more often. Stop you ripping the shit out of me all the time.”
He looked as if he was about to rip more shit, but thought better of it. Instead, he gave me a goofy grin, exposing vaguely orange teeth. “S’good.”
“Yeah, I know. You were amazing.”
“Always am.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Sex with him is still full of surprises, so I decided to spring a little one of my own. I could resist my reawakening urges no longer - I’d had more than enough inspiration in the past half-hour, watching the love of my life come so hard that it made his fucking toes twitch, and now I needed to find an outlet for the red hot lava gathering in my balls. He was still working on getting the last of the energy tablets to dissolve, swirling them lazily in the inch of water left in the bottle, when my libido could be contained no more. I knew he was too blitzed to do anything other than simply lie there, looking delicious, and so I took matters into my own hands.
I will never forget te look on his face as I straddled him, to sit just above his sticky, soft cock. He bent up his legs, forming a sort of human chair back for me, and watched in something approaching awe as I tugged myself to completion at a speed that would have been impressive if it had been my first orgasm in a week. But it wasn’t. Fuck knows how I managed it. I must find my glasses later and check the Berocca for side-effects that enhance sexual performance. Far from running dry, I added to the sea of semen, aiming my cock low, rubbing my tip in the stickiness already decorating Mike’s chest and belly, in a moment of pure, unadulterated carnal bliss.
Mike fumbled to put the bottle on far too small a space on the nightstand, and it fell, but we were pretty much oblivious to that at the time. He toppled me forward, welcoming me with open mouth, and two bright orange tongues went to work once more, until the subtle bleep of the camera warned us that this disc, too, was filled.
“Gotta get up, Bill. Camera.”
“Yeah, I heard. Comfortable.”
“Me too, but if I stay here I’m gonna be asleep before the Berocca starts working.”
I gave his nipple an au revoir suck and rolled off him onto the cold sheet. That sort of woke me a little, and jolted my brain back into life. “How about I go fix us some coffee?”
He giggled, cupping his balls. “You WANT me to drink coffee?”
“Yeah. I’ll have some too. We can drink it while we watch.”
“Watch …”
“Yeah, maybe our wedding night? It’ll keep us awake, and it’ll be inspiring. I took over cupping duties, which he seemed to like, judging by the noise he made.
“Two years …”
“Two wonderful years.”
“Sounds perfect.”
I made a large pot of our favourite brew, loaded a tray with all we’d need, and brought it up to our little upstairs living room. We made a rule years ago, no TV in the bedroom, but in here, we had a huge-ass set and a sofa where we often snuggled with the babies for Saturday morning cartoons. Or snuggled together for late-night, usually home-made porn. I poured out our first cups as Mike appeared with a pile of dvds.
It worked. Two discs in, and we were both cafffeined-up, and more than ready to return to our love-nest, well and truly inspired. Inspired to the point of bursting, because we had just watched Super-O, The Movie, which could inspire a eunuch. We both had the idea of using the bathroom before we got down to business, aiming two streams of luminous orange pee into the bowl at the same time, with Mike making light sabre noises. He takes his born-on-Star-Wars-Day thing too seriously. Personally, I try to forget February 17 is National Cabbage Day. I reloaded the camera, focussed it back to wide-angle, and looked at the next challenge for my butt.