Page 65 of A Flash of Golden Fire

He used his fingers with some oil to prepare me to receive the strange thing. My cock bobbed helplessly as I wriggled with pleasure. The captain’s fingers were long and agile, and he knew just where to touch.

“There we are. Now for the stopper.”

I hung helpless in the ropes as he pushed the wet tip of the stopper against my eager hole.

“Mmm, that looks so perverse, Rooster. Relax now and let me push this in.”

My hole stretched impossibly wide as the captain maintained a steady pressure. It felt like I was splitting in two, and then, with a woosh, my body swallowed the egg up. Thank God for the flange, which nestled comfortably between my cheeks. See? I was a greedy bugger. I groaned at the pleasurable feeling of being filled.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” the captain hissed.

I moaned as the captain wiggled the thing to make sure the stopper was seated properly.

“How does that feel?” the captain asked.

“Bloody huge.”

“Well, I know for a fact you like to have big things in your bowels,” the captain said, as he spread my arse cheeks wide and tapped on the flat end of the egg. “Looks quite scandalous.”

The vibrations echoed through me, sending sparks in every direction.

“Ooh,” I moaned. “Help.”

He laughed. “What on earth do you need help with? I’d suggest you relax, because I’m going to do a little reading whilst that lovely device stretches and prepares you for me. Then I’m going to fuck you, hard, whilst you’re in those ropes, and leave a quart of spunk in you. Then I’m going to put the stopper back, and you’re going to keep that spunk inside you until suppertime.”

“Oh my God. So fucking filthy,” I said with absolute reverence.

“Yes. And so are you, my dirty rooster. We’re perfect together.”

His words caused a glow of happiness to spread in my chest.

“Aye.”

Good thing I’d emptied my bladder before this game, as he left me dangling and stoppered for a time whilst he went back to his journal. In truth, the ropes made a sort of a cradle for me, and my arse soon adjusted to the invasion. I must have drifted off.

A smart slap to the arse woke me.

“Aye, Captain. Sorry, Captain,” I stuttered, not even sure what I was apologizing for.

“God, you’ve got a lovely arse, Rooster.”

He cupped my buttock and jiggled the muscle roughly before slapping it again.

“Fuck,” I said.

“Like that?”

“Yes. More.”

“I’d be delighted.”

He spent the next while alternately jiggling and spanking my arse, which made me discern the solidness of the wooden stopper in a way that sent ripples of pleasure throughout. He enjoyed eliciting gasps of pain and surprise, followed by moans and sighs of extraordinary pleasure from me.Heaven.He held on to the rope that secured me to keep me from spinning.

“Your arse is a lovely shade of pink now.”

He tugged on the stopper. I groaned as he eased the thing out, my cock firm and dripping. But now I was bereft.

“Please, Captain.”