PART 6

This is fantasy - do not try at home.

***

"Well - what do you think?" asked Alex.

I stared at the two black rubber buttplugs, one held in each of his hands.

"Err..." I responded.

***

Yesterday, I had seen Alex and Kitty walking hand in hand. Alex had caught sight of me, mentioned a few words to Kitty, and jogged down the corridor to me. I couldn't help but notice the look of frustration on her face.

"Hey," he had said. "Do you want to join me at Asphyx Club tomorrow? Kitty has an exam, so can't make it. I've got an idea for something that might be fun."

"Sure," I had said, helpless to resist his enthusiastic request.

***

We were in the changing room getting dressed for the Asphyx Club. I was grateful for Alex having invited me, as it was the last Asphyx Club before the Christmas holidays.

He tapped the buttplugs against each other. "I think these will add something special for what I've planned today". He grinned mischievously. "Want to give it a go?"

I looked nervously at their size - would it hurt?

He saw my uncertainty. "Have you tried buttplay before?"

"No," I said.

"Not even putting a finger up there while in the shower?"

"No." I blushed at my innocence.

"But surely you've thought about inserting something into your arse though?" he asked.

Every night I thought about it. In bed, as I drifted off to sleep, I lay on my front, imagining Alex above me. His warm body pressing against mine, his cock sliding into my arse, his hot breath on my neck...

"I suppose so," I said, trying to distract myself from my growing erection. "OK - let's give this a go."

"Great!" Alex reached into his bag and pulled out a tube. "It's important to use plenty of lube." He squeezed some onto his hand, and coated one of the buttplugs. I was wide-eyed at the sight - wondering how it would feel to have it inside me. "Drop your shorts and bend over."

I did as instructed, feeling self-conscious. I flinched as the cold buttplug touched my arse.

"Just try to relax, and don't fight it," Alex said.

He pushed the plug against my arsehole. At first it would not go in, but then Alex pushed harder and the tip slipped past my sphincter. I gasped at the sensation.

"OK?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Good - I'll just give you a moment to adjust."

He pushed a bit further, then paused for me to get used to it, then pushed again. Finally, my arsehole closed around the tapered section near the end of the buttplug.

"There - how does that feel?" he asked.

I pulled up my shorts. I felt a slight burning sensation in my arse, but I couldn't describe the feeling as painful. "OK... It feels good - thanks."

He rinsed his hands in a nearby sink. "My turn now!" He pulled down his blue lycra shorts, and bent over. "Remember - lots of lube, and push with a consistent pressure."

As I coated the buttplug in lube, I stared at Alex's arse, a sight I had dreamed of. It was better than I had imagined. His hairless arse had a perfect swell that I wanted to run my hands over. His arsehole stared back at me, waiting to be penetrated. My cock was painfully hard, as I wished I was inserting it in place of the buttplug.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes," Alex said.

I held the buttplug to his arsehole, and gently pushed. I watched in amazement as his arsehole stretched, accepting the tip of the plug inside. Alex moaned in pleasure as it slid slowly into his body. Finally his arsehole clenched around the tapered ring, holding it in-place inside him.

"Thanks!" Alex pulled up his shorts. "Let's go!"

I walked awkwardly after him, unused to the sensation of the hard rubber deep inside me.

***

"So you want to try a hogtie hanging?" Jon asked.

Alex grinned excitedly, nodding.

"OK, lie face down on these mats, and I'll get some ropes".

As I did as instructed, I wondered what a hogtie hanging was. I didn't want to show my ignorance by asking, knowing I would find out soon enough.

Jon came back with a large pile of ropes. "Please put your arms behind your back," he instructed.

We lay side by side as Jon went to work, starting with me. He bound my wrists together, then my ankles. Then he pulled my ankles to my wrists and bound them together. I gasped as my back arched, feeling the buttplug pushing deeper inside me. Then he looped another rope from the binding, wrapping it around my neck, and then back to the binding. The pressure on my neck was gentle, not enough to restrict my breathing, although I guessed this was temporary. Finally he tied another rope to the knot, and attached this to a pulley above my back.

I waited patiently as Jon repeated his actions with Alex. Once complete, Jon asked, "Ready?"

We nodded our heads, as best we could with the restricting rope around our necks.

"Have fun!" Jon said.

Jon took the rope leading to Alex's pulley in his right hand, and mine in his left. He pulled evenly, lifting us into the air by our bound wrists and ankles. My body weight further arched my back, forcing the buttplug even deeper. The rope around my neck tightened. I now struggled to breath, fighting to force air into and out of my lungs.

Jon raised us three feet off the ground, and waited for the rope to do its work. I felt the familiar light-headedness as I became deprived of oxygen. In parallel, I felt growing pleasure as my cock stiffened.

Jon squatted and glanced under us. "You boys look like you're enjoying this. Do you want some relief?"

I was unable to respond, the rope tight around my neck. But I heard a desperate gurgle from Alex next to me.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," Jon said. He reached under me, and pulled the front of my shorts down. My cock sprang free. Jon then pulled Alex's lycra shorts down, freeing his cock also.

He took my cock in his left hand, and Alex's in his right, and started stroking. His grip was firmer than I had experienced from Alex in the theatre dressing room, but the pleasure was just as intense.

I was struggling hard now, my windpipe completely closed, asphyxiation approaching fast. I was desperate to cum before blackness took me, pushing my hips downwards into Jon's grasp. The bluttplug felt impossibly deep as my body was curved by the ropes, by gravity, and by my lunges forward.

Finally, I felt the surge of release, the wave of ecstasy rocking my body, as I sank into the darkness of unconsciousness.

***

Self-awareness slowly returned. I was lying on the mat, the rope free from my neck, the tension in my arms, legs, shoulders, and back gone. I felt dampness on my cheek. I realized it was my cum that had splattered the mat.

Next to me, I saw Alex returning to consciousness also. We grinned weakly at each other, not yet strong enough to talk.

***

We were in the showers, cleaning up. I was trying not to stare too obviously at Alex's naked body, just sneaking a glimpse when I could. I tried to commit these sights to my memory, to be lovingly recalled later.

I watched as he bent forwards, easing the buttplug from his arse, before rinsing it under the shower.

I repeated what I had seen, feeling a sudden emptiness as the buttplug slid from my arse. I cleaned it and handed to him.

"Thanks - that was special," I said.

"Glad you enjoyed it," he said. "Anyway, I better dash - I'm meeting Kitty for dinner."

I felt a sudden cold stab to my heart, as I was reminded that to him this intimacy between us was nothing more than friendship.

He walked over to me, and I froze, not knowing how to react as we stood naked just inches from each other in the shower. He leaned forwards and gave me the briefest of kisses on my cheek.

"Have a great Christmas holiday, and I'll see you in the New Year!" he said, before turning and leaving the showers.

I said nothing, just raising my hand at his departing back. I leaned my head back under the shower, letting the stream of water wash the tears of frustration from my face.