Truth or Dare?

"You were invited to a sleepover by your friends from school. You’ve had many sleepovers in the past and been friends with many of these boys for years. However, since you went through puberty, you noticed the way they looked at you had changed. You’re 18 now, but since you started to develop, they always found a reason to touch you or watch you undress."

"There’s no way they like you in that way. You’re all boys and have been friends since forever. They might mention how cute your face is or how your ass is thicker than any of the girls at school, but it’s only to make fun of you... Right?."

"You make your way to your friend's house and everyone is already there. They have alcohol and snacks spread out on the table. All the boys from your class have been invited."

"You all dress in your sleepwear and since it’s in the middle of summer, you’re wearing nothing but a tanktop and a pair of shorts. You don’t notice how the boys stare at your supple thighs or your flat stomach as you pull your clothes on."

“Let’s play truth or dare!” "One of your friends recommends when the idea of games gets brought up. The rest of him nod in agreement and someone arranges a circle for you all to sit in. When you take a seat on the floor, the boys beside you are so close that they can touch your thighs and shoulders."

"The boy whose house you’re in decides to take the first spin. The bottle spins around and around until it finally lands on you. With a smirk, he leans in and says…"

“... So, Baltimore, truth or dare?”

"The boys chuckle and cheer, clearly excited by your choice. The spinning bottle is passed to you and you give it a few twirls before letting it land on one of your friends, Ian. He grins mischievously." "Ian, you're up!" "you say, handing him the bottle." "Ian, truth or dare?" "the others ask in unison, their eyes glinting with anticipation." Ian spins the bottle a few times, and when it stops, he looks at you with a devilish glint in his eyes.* "Truth for Gary!" "he declares confidently." "The others nod in agreement, and Ian leans in close to you, his breath warm against your ear." "Gary, do you have a crush on anyone here?" "Ian whispers, his voice low and teasing. The other boys lean in, eager to hear your response."

"Ian looks at you for a moment, studying your face, before breaking into a sly smile. He leans back, his eyes never leaving yours." "Alright then, let's make it interesting," "he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small makeup bag." "If you wouldn't mind, let's give you a little makeover, yeah? Just to see how cute you look all dolled up." "The other boys start to murmur and nudge each other, clearly excited by the idea. Ian hands you the makeup bag with a wink." "Think of it as a fun game, Gary. Nothing to worry about," "he reassures you, his tone light and playful." "You look down at the makeup in your hands, feeling a mix of curiosity and hesitation. But with your friends watching, you don't want to seem like a total buzzkill either." "Okay, sure... I guess," "you agree, giving Ian a tentative smile." "But just a little, right? I don't want to look too weird." "Ian chuckles and pats your shoulder." "Don't worry, babe, we'll take it slow. Just a little blush, some mascara, and a swipe of lip gloss. It'll be fun, I promise!"

"Ian grins and ruffles your hair playfully." "Oh, don't worry, you'll look amazing! We'll make you a total heartthrob, Gary." "He starts by applying a light dusting of powder to your face, gently buffing it in with his fingertips. The soft touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel your cheeks heating up." "Hey, guys, look at him blush!" "Ian teases, holding up your face for the others to see." "So cute when he's all flustered like this." "The other boys chuckle and lean in for a better look, their faces inches from yours. You can smell the alcohol on their breath, mixed with the scent of their colognes." "Ian moves on to your eyes, carefully coating your lashes with black mascara. He holds the wand close to your face, his breath tickling your skin as he applies the product." "Open up for me, Gary," "he instructs, his voice low and intimate." "Let me get every little lash." "You part your lips slightly, feeling a bit self-conscious but also strangely excited by the close contact. Ian's fingers brush against your cheek as he works, sending sparks of electricity through your body."

"Ian's fingers graze your cheek as he applies the mascara, his touch gentle but deliberate. You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, and it makes you acutely aware of your body's reaction to his touch." "Careful, huh?" "he murmurs, his voice low and playful." "Sounds like you're enjoying this, Gary." "He winks at you before moving on to the final touch: a swipe of glossy pink lip balm. He holds the wand to your lips, his eyes locked on yours, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest." "Open up, babe," "he whispers, his voice dripping with teasing affection." "Let me give you that perfect pout." "You part your lips, and Ian carefully coats them with the shiny balm. His fingers brush against your tongue, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You swallow hard, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach." "Wow, look at you!" "Ian exclaims, stepping back to admire his handiwork." "You're absolutely gorgeous, Gary. The boys are going to love this!" "He turns to the others, who are all ogling you with wide, appreciative eyes. You can feel your face heating up under their gaze, but there's a thrill of excitement mixed in with the embarrassment." "So, what do you guys think?" "Ian asks, grinning at his friends." "

"Ian's grin fades slightly at your words, but he quickly recovers, placing a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring gesture." "Sorry, Gary, we didn't mean to make you feel weird," "he says, his tone softening." "We just think you look really hot like this. But hey, if you're not comfortable..." "He trails off, looking at the other boys, who are nodding in agreement and backing off a bit, giving you some space. Ian's hand remains on your shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing your muscle." "Tell you what, how about we take a break from the games for a bit and hang out? We can watch a movie or something, and you can just relax in your new look," "Ian suggests, his eyes sparkling with mischief." "The other boys murmur in agreement, and you can tell they're not just suggesting this to make you feel better. There's an undercurrent of excitement in the air, and you wonder what they have in mind." "Sure, that sounds nice," "you agree, feeling a bit more at ease now that the attention has died down a bit." "But if anyone tries anything weird, I'm blaming you guys, got it?" "Ian chuckles and gives your shoulder a playful squeeze." "Scout's honor, babe. We just want to chill with you and enjoy the view."

"Ian grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief." "Oh, I was thinking we could watch a classic: 'The Notebook'. But not just any version, a special edition with some... enhancements." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper." "Think about it, Gary. Rain-soaked kissing scenes, passionate love declarations, and a whole lot of steamy romance. It'll be the perfect backdrop for us to get cozy, don't you think?" "The other boys chuckle and nudge each other, clearly excited by Ian's idea. You can feel your heart racing at the prospect of watching such an intimate movie with your friends, especially in your newly made-up state." "That sounds... interesting," "you manage to say, trying to keep your tone neutral despite the butterflies in your stomach." "But aren't we a bit old for 'The Notebook'?" "Ian laughs, a rich, confident sound." "Age is just a number, Gary. And trust me, this special edition will make you feel like you're right there in the rain with Noah and Allie." "He winks at you, and you can't help but blush at the suggestive tone in his voice. The other boys are already making their way to the living room, clearly eager to get started." "Well, what are you waiting for, babe? Come on, let's get comfy and watch some lovey-dovey cinema." *Ian takes your hand,

"Ian leads you to the living room, where the other boys are already sprawled out on the couch and floor, making room for you. You take a seat next to Ian, feeling a bit self-conscious in your makeup and the close proximity to your friends. But there's an excitement in the air, and you can't help but be drawn in." "Ian pulls out his laptop and starts the movie, the opening scene of the rain-soaked lovers immediately setting a romantic tone. As the film progresses, you find yourself getting lost in the story, the passion and intensity of the characters' love mirroring the electric atmosphere in the room." "Ian's hand finds its way to your thigh, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. You can feel the heat of his touch through the fabric of your shorts, and it sends a shiver down your spine. The other boys seem to be enjoying the movie as well, their eyes glued to the screen and their bodies relaxed in a way that feels almost predatory." "As the iconic "I want all of you" line echoes through the speakers, Ian's hand slides higher, his palm pressing against the growing bulge in your shorts. You gasp softly, your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the direction this is heading." "Don't fight it, Gary," "Ian whispers, his breath hot against your ear." "Let us make you feel like you're in the movie."

"Ian's hand on your thigh tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh reassuringly." "Shh, it's okay, Gary. We just want to make you feel good," "he murmurs, his voice low and soothing." "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks." "You know you're turned on, don't you? I can feel it. We can make this better, more intense. Just let go and trust us." "Ian's other hand snakes around to cup your growing erection, his touch gentle but firm. You let out a quiet moan, your body responding instinctively to his touch despite your reservations." "That's it, baby," "Ian coos, his voice dripping with desire." "Let us take care of you. We'll make you feel so good, you won't even remember your own name." "The other boys are watching the scene unfold with rapt attention, their eyes burning with lust as they take in the sight of Ian fondling you. You can feel their gazes on you, weighing, measuring, and you know they're all thinking the same thing: they want a piece of you too." "Ian starts to rub you more insistently, his thumb tracing circles over the sensitive head of your cock. You're getting harder by the second, your breath coming in short gasps as the pleasure builds." "Please, Ian," *you whimper, your resistance crumbling under his

"Ian's grin is triumphant as he hears your surrender, his hand moving faster on your cock. The other boys lean in, their faces inches from yours, their hot breath mingling with the air." "That's it, Gary, let go," "Ian encourages, his voice thick with desire." "We're going to make you feel so good, you won't be able to think straight." "He pulls your shorts and underwear down to your thighs, exposing your hard, throbbing member to the room. The boys let out low whistles of appreciation, their eyes riveted on your cock." "Fuck, look at him," *one of them breathes, "he's so hard already. Must really want this." "Ian chuckles, his fingers wrapping around your shaft and giving it a squeeze." "Of course he does, guys. Gary's been aching for this all along. He just didn't know it yet." "He starts to stroke you in earnest, his grip firm and sure. The sensation is intense, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine with each pass of his hand. You can feel the wetness beading at the tip of your cock, and you know you're close to the edge already." "Hey, Ian, why don't we make it a little more interesting?" "one of the other boys suggests, his voice husky with lust." "Let's see how many of us he can take at once." *Ian

"Ian smirks, his grip on your cock tightening as he hears your plea. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear." "Just me, huh? Okay, Gary, I can be gentle... for now," "he whispers, his voice dripping with promises of pleasure to come." "He starts to stroke you faster, his thumb circling the sensitive head of your cock. The sensation is intense, and you can feel your climax building rapidly." "That's it, baby, come for me," "Ian coos, his hand moving in a blur of motion." "I want to feel you spilling all over my hand." "Your hips buck involuntarily, pushing your cock into Ian's palm as you chase your orgasm. The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and Ian's low, encouraging murmurs." "Fuck, Gary, you're so close," "Ian pants, his own erection straining against his jeans." "Give it to me, babe. Let me taste that sweet cum of yours." "With a final, expert stroke, Ian sends you over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Ian's hand is a blur as he milks you dry, his fingers coating with your release." "Mmm, delicious," "he sighs, bringing his hand to his lips and licking your cum from his fingers." "You taste even better than I imagined,

"Ian grins, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he looks up at you." "Told you it would be good," "he says, his voice low and husky from licking your cum off his fingers." "He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping past to taste the salt of your release. The intimate contact sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel your cock starting to harden again at the sensation." "Mmm, I could get used to this," "Ian murmurs against your mouth, his hands roaming over your chest and abs." "You're such a good boy when you let go and enjoy yourself." "He pulls back, his gaze roaming over your face with a mix of pride and hunger. The other boys are watching the scene unfold, their expressions ranging from envy to eagerness." "So, Gary, now that we've gotten you all warmed up, what do you say we move on to the next part of the evening?" "Ian suggests, his tone smooth and persuasive." "I think it's time we show you just how much we appreciate that gorgeous body of yours." "He gives your still-sensitive cock a teasing squeeze, and you can feel the heat of his palm seeping into your skin." "We've got a whole weekend of fun ahead of us, babe. And I promise, it's only going to get better from here."

"Ian's grin grows wider, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." "Well, since you're already so nicely made up and looking like a total temptress, I think it's time we put that sexy new look to good use." "He trails his hand down your chest, his fingers toying with the hem of your tank top." "We're going to dress you up even more, Gary. Turn you into the ultimate fucktoy for the night." "Ian's other hand slides down to cup your balls, giving them a gentle squeeze." "And then, we're going to worship every inch of your body. Teach you how to be a good little slut for us." "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." "You'll be our plaything, Gary. Our cumdump. And you're going to love every second of it." "Ian pulls back, his gaze burning into yours with intensity." "So, what do you say, babe? Ready to be our little fuckdoll for the night?"

"Ian's eyes light up with excitement at your words, a triumphant smile spreading across his face." "That's what I like to hear, Gary," "he purrs, his hands roaming over your body with renewed vigor." "He tugs your tank top up and over your head, exposing your chest to the cool air of the room. Ian's gaze rakes over your bare skin, drinking in the sight of your pert nipples, already hardening in the chill." "Fuck, you're gorgeous like this," "he breathes, his fingers dancing across your chest." "Ian reaches for a garment bag hanging on the back of a chair, revealing a black, lace corset with delicate satin ribbon ties. He holds it up, admiring the intricate design." "This is going to look amazing on you, babe," "he says, his tone full of excitement." "Ian helps you step into the corset, his hands smoothing the fabric over your torso as he cinches it tight. The laces dig into your skin, providing a deliciously restrictive feel. You can feel the corset accentuating your curves, pushing your breasts up and out for Ian's hungry gaze." "Perfect," "Ian declares, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He looks you up and down, his eyes gleaming with lust." "Now, let's get you into something for your bottom half. I have just the thing..." *He reaches for another garment,

"Ian holds up a pair of black, thigh-high stockings with a delicate lace trim at the tops, and a matching garter belt." "These will really make your legs look incredible, Gary. And they'll keep your stockings up all night long, so we can play with your pretty feet whenever we want." "He sets the items aside and pulls out a tiny, skimpy thong from the bag, the fabric a shimmering red that contrasts beautifully with your pale skin." "And this little number will keep everything nice and exposed for us. You'll be able to feel the cool air on your most sensitive spots all night long, driving you wild." "Ian's hands come to rest on your hips, his fingers tracing the curve of your ass through your shorts." "I can't wait to see you in all of this, Gary. You're going to look absolutely stunning. Like a living, breathing fuckdoll, just for us." "He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers," "And once you're all dressed up, we can really start playing. I have a few toys in mind that will make you scream my name in pleasure... and maybe a little pain, to keep you on your toes." "Ian pulls back, his eyes burning with desire as he waits for your reaction to his provocative words."

"Ian grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he takes in your eager response." "That's it, Gary, let's get you all dolled up and ready for a night of pleasure," "he says, his voice low and husky with desire." "He helps you step into the thong, the fabric barely covering your most intimate areas. The sensation of the cool material against your skin is electric, and you can already feel yourself growing hard in response." "Next, Ian assists you in donning the stockings and garter belt. He kneels at your feet, his fingers deftly fastening the laces and ensuring the delicate lace trim sits perfectly against your thighs." "Look at you, all dressed up like a little slut just for us," "he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your legs with appreciation." "Ian stands, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders as he admires your transformation." "You're absolutely gorgeous, Gary. I can't wait to see you moving around in this outfit, knowing it's all for our pleasure." "He reaches for a small, velvet-covered box on the table and opens it, revealing a pair of delicate, heart-shaped nipple clamps." "I think these will be perfect for you, babe. They'll add just the right touch of pain to your pleasure, keeping you on the edge the whole time." *Ian takes one of your nipples between his fingers, the sensitive bud hardening instantly

"Ian's grin widens at your eager response, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches you squirm under his touch." "As you wish, Gary," "he purrs, his fingers dancing across your chest before pinching and twisting your nipple." "He attaches the clamp to your sensitive nub, the metal digging in just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. Ian gives the chain a gentle tug, watching your face contort with the mix of sensations." "Mmm, you look so fucking hot like this," "Ian breathes, his gaze roving over your body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle." "Can't wait to see you move around with these clamps pulling on your nipples. It's going to be so sexy." "He repeats the process on your other nipple, leaving you with two hard, aching points that throb in time with your racing heart. The clamps and the restrictive clothing make you feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at Ian's mercy." "Now, let's get you in a position for some real fun," "Ian says, his hands sliding down your back to grip your ass." "I want you bent over the arm of the couch, ready for us to claim your ass whenever we want." "With a firm squeeze to your cheeks, Ian guides you to the indicated spot, his fingers trailing along your spine as you obey." "Ass up, Gary. Show us what a

"Ian's eyes gleam with dark desire as he takes in your submissive posture, his gaze roaming over the expanse of your exposed skin." "That's it, Gary, be a good little slut for us," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky with lust." "He steps back, admiring the view of your bent-over form, the clamps on your nipples, and the skimpy thong barely concealing your most intimate areas." "Such a pretty picture you make, all dressed up and ready for us to fuck." "Ian moves to the side table, pulling out a small, unlabeled bottle and a tube of lubricant. He sets them down next to a condom, his intent clear." "I'm going to prepare you for our cocks, Gary. Get you nice and loose so we can stretch that tight little ass of yours to its limits." "He kneels behind you, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip the hem of your thong. With a swift tug, he pulls the fabric aside, exposing your puckered entrance to the cool air of the room." "Fuck, look at you," "Ian breathes, his fingers tracing the delicate ring of muscle." "So unused, so untouched. We're going to change that tonight, Gary." *Ian applies a generous amount of lubricant to his fingers, working them between your cheeks to coat your hole. He teases at your entrance, circling the rim with

"Ian chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine." "Patience, Gary," "he purrs, his fingers continuing their torturous dance around your rim." "We want to savor every moment of this. Every gasp, every whimper, every desperate plea for more." "He presses a single finger against your entrance, applying just enough pressure to make you arch your back and gasp." "Tell me how much you want it, Gary. Beg me to fuck you like the needy slut you are." "Ian's other hand snakes around to wrap around your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place." "I can feel how hard you are, babe. Your cock's throbbing against my thigh, begging for attention. But right now, all I care about is this tight little hole of yours." "He leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers," "So go on, Gary. Beg me for it. Let me hear how much you need to be filled up, to be claimed by our cocks." "Ian's finger slowly pushes inside you, stretching your tight heat with a deliberate, torturous pace." "That's it, Gary. Take it. Let go and let us make you ours."

"Ian's breath hitches at your desperate plea, his eyes gleaming with dark lust as he watches you writhe in need." "Fuck, yes, Gary," "he growls, his voice thick with desire." "You want it so bad, don't you? Want to be stretched open and filled up by our cocks until you can't think straight?" "He pulls his finger out of you, leaving you empty and aching for more. Ian rises to his feet, his erection straining against his jeans as he positions himself behind you." "Get ready, babe. We're going to give you exactly what you need." "Ian frees his cock from his pants, letting it spring out and slap against your ass. The sight of his hard, thick flesh makes your own cock twitch with anticipation." "Look at that, Gary. So big and hard for you. Just waiting to split you open and make you scream." "He grips his shaft, rubbing the head against your entrance in a teasing circle." "You want this, don't you? Want to feel me pushing inside you, stretching you wide, claiming you as mine?" "Ian's hand moves to your hip, his fingers digging in as he lines up his cock with your hole." "Here it comes, Gary. Get ready to take every inch of me." *With a single, powerful thrust, Ian buries himself inside you, the head of his cock popping past your tight ring of muscle and

"Ian's groan of pleasure echoes through the room as he feels your tight heat enveloping his cock." "Fuck, Gary, you're so goddamn tight," "he gasps, his hips snapping forward to drive himself deeper into your willing body." "He sets a brutal pace, his thick length pounding into you with unrelenting force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your moans and his grunts of exertion." Ian's hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he takes what he wants from your body. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving red marks in their wake, a physical reminder of your surrender to him.* "That's it, take it, Gary," "he snarls, his voice raw with lust." "Take every inch of my cock like the slutty little cumdump you are." "Ian's thrusts grow more erratic, his control slipping as the pleasure mounts. He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure coiling in his balls as he chases his release inside you." "Fuck, I'm close, Gary," "he pants, his pace becoming almost frantic." "Gonna fill you up with my cum, mark you as mine inside and out. You ready for that, babe?" *With a final, brutal thrust, Ian buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick seed deep inside your

"Ian's body tenses, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he explodes inside you, his hot cum flooding your insides. He continues to thrust, riding out the waves of his orgasm, ensuring every drop is deposited deep within your willing body." "Fuck, Gary, so good," "he pants, his hips still rocking against yours in the aftermath of his climax." "You took me so well, like a perfect little cock sleeve." "Ian's hands slide up to grip your shoulders, holding you steady as he pulls out of you with a wet slap. A trickle of his cum leaks out of your stretched hole, glistening in the dim light of the room." "Mmm, look at that," "he murmurs, his fingers tracing the trail of fluid down your thigh." "You're already dripping with my seed, Gary. Marked as mine from the inside out." "Ian steps back, his spent cock still semi-erect, and moves to the couch, plopping down with a satisfied sigh." "Come here, babe," "he calls, patting his lap invitingly." "Time to clean you up and get you ready for round two." "He pulls you onto his lap, his hands immediately going to work, wiping the remnants of his cum from your hole with gentle strokes." "Such a good boy, letting us use you like this," "Ian coos, his fingers probing and stretching your sensitive flesh." "

"Ian's eyes soften at your words, a rare moment of tenderness breaking through the haze of lust." "I love you too, Gary," "he whispers, his voice filled with a deep affection." "In every way possible." "He continues to clean you up, his fingers lingering on your sensitive skin, massaging and stimulating you in all the right places. You can feel his cock starting to harden again, pressing against your thigh as he works." "Ready for more, babe?" "Ian asks, his tone playful but laced with a hint of dominance." "We've got a whole weekend to explore every inch of your body, to make you scream our names in pleasure." "He stands, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you to your feet." "Let's get you cleaned up and comfortable. Then we can move on to the next part of our fun." "Ian leads you to the bathroom, turning on the shower and guiding you under the warm spray. His hands roam over your body as the water cascades down, washing away the evidence of your previous coupling." "Clean and fresh, just like I like you," "Ian murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear." "Now, let's get you ready for the main event." "He reaches for a bottle of lube and a small, curved anal plug, his intentions clear." "Time to stretch that tight little ass of yours, babe. Get you ready to take our

"Ian's eyes darken with lust at your eager response, his grip on the anal plug tightening." "That's my good boy," "he purrs, his voice low and husky with desire." "Ready to take every inch of cock we can give you." "He applies a generous amount of lube to the curved tip of the plug, his fingers tracing the slick surface as he prepares to breach your most intimate area." "This is going to feel a bit strange at first, babe," "Ian warns, his tone gentle despite the intense scene unfolding." "But trust me, it'll get you so ready for the real thing. For our thick cocks splitting you open and claiming you as ours." "Ian positions the plug at your entrance, applying gentle pressure as he works the tapered head past your tight ring of muscle." "Breathe through it, Gary," "he coaxes, his fingers stroking your back soothingly." "Let your body relax and accept the intrusion." "Slowly but surely, Ian works the plug deeper, the curve of the toy stretching your inner walls and preparing you for the girth to come. You can feel your body responding, the initial discomfort giving way to a strange, tingling sensation as your hole learns to accommodate the new invasion." "There you go, babe," "Ian praises, his voice filled with pride as he watches you take the plug with ease." "Such a good little slut, stretching wide for us already."

"Ian's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction at your words, his grip on the plug tightening as he works it deeper into your stretched hole." "That's it, Gary, take it all," "he growls, his voice thick with lust." "Show me how much you crave our cocks, how desperate you are to be filled up and used." "With a final, firm push, Ian works the plug into place, the base nestled against your puckered rim. You can feel the smooth surface against your inner walls, the subtle curve providing a constant stimulation that makes your cock twitch with need." "Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, babe," "Ian murmurs, his gaze roaming over your body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle." "Spread wide and ready for us, just begging to be claimed." "He steps back, his hands moving to his own straining erection, the thick length pulsing with need." "Get on your hands and knees, Gary," "Ian commands, his voice rough with desire." "We're going to take turns fucking you, making you our little cocksleeve for the night." "Ian guides you into position, your knees sinking into the plush carpet as you present yourself to him, the plug buried deep in your ass a constant reminder of the pleasure to come." "Such a perfect little slut, ready and waiting for us," *he praises, his hand wrapping around your throat in a gentle, dominant grip

"Ian's grip on your throat tightens ever so slightly at your desperate plea, his eyes burning with a fierce, dominant hunger." "Patience, Gary," "he growls, his voice low and gravelly with lust." "We're going to take our time with you, make you beg for our cocks before we give you what you need." "He steps back, his hands moving to his own straining erection, the thick length pulsing with need." "First, we're going to add some more toys to the mix," "Ian announces, his gaze roaming over your body with a predatory intensity." "Something to really stretch you out, get you ready for the main event." "Ian reaches for a collection of anal beads, each one larger than the last, a series of graduated sizes designed to gradually stretch and prepare the recipient for deeper penetration." "These will help loosen you up, babe," "he explains, his voice dripping with sadistic glee." "Get your hole nice and relaxed, ready to take every inch of cock we can give you." "With deliberate slowness, Ian begins to work the smallest beads into your already-stretched hole, the smooth, slick surface gliding easily past your ring of muscle as he gradually increases the size of the toy." "Fucking perfect," "Ian moans, his fingers tracing the beads as they protrude from your ass, a testament to your body's ability to stretch and accommodate the invasion." "