He knew he had to be quick because his boyfriend would be home from his date soon and he did not have permission to touch but he was so desperate for some kind of pleasure.
He unbuckled his belt hastily and kicked off his pants as he fell back on the bed, sliding a hand into his underwear.
He desperately bucked his hips but he wanted- no- he needed more.
He shoved his underwear down and reached a hand behind him to pull it the thick plug that his boyfriend had secured before he left with the very strict instruction not to take it out.
Once the toy was hastily discarded somewhere on the bed, he pushed a finger into himself, down past the first and second knuckle until he hit the third with a satisfied groan.
A second finger became a third and he started to feel the sting of the stretch, he moaned and whined.
"It seems like you've started without me, pathetic fucking whore."
His head snapped back and there he saw his boyfriend with his arms crossed and his boyfriend's girlfriend smirking.
The girlfriend gave her boyfriend a quick kiss, "Have fun love."
"Thank you Ali, you run along now," the boyfriend have Alison a quick kiss before she hurried away and he turned to face the stuffed boy, "Care to explain whore?"
He opened his mouth with a choked moan.
"Five words or less."
"Wanted to feel good, Sir," his legs were shaking.
"Oh I bet you did Martyn, aren't you such a fucking slut?" Sausage pulled off his own shirt and pulled Martyn's fingers out of himself.
Martyn pressed his head down into the pillow as he felt a tongue press to his rim.
"I remember specifically telling you not to touch the plug in your ass, now you'll lay still and take what I give you with no complaint. After I've decided when you're done I'm putting that plug back in your ass and you'll leave it there. Am I fucking understood Martyn?" Sausage licked around the entrance but then pulled back.
Martyn let out a whine but stopped when he was gifted a firm smack across his bare ass, "You are perfectly understood, Sir."
Sausage laid down on his back and unbuckled his belt, moving his pants and underwear down, "Go on then, ride whore."
Martyn moved himself slowly, squeezing Sausage's shoulders as he lowered himself down, hissing as he got all the way.
For a few moments Sausage let his mask slip, "Woah now gorgeous, are you alright? That didn't sound good love. You do know that I'm not really mad right?" He rubbed Martyn's lower back.
Martyn relaxed into the touch, "I'm sorry I broke your rules, I just wanted to feel good."
"That doesn't answer my question love it, are you alright?" Sausage kissed Martyn gently.
"I'm alright, please just be rough, I want to be treated like dirt, Sir," Martyn slowly started to bounce.
Sausage slid back into his role, "Well then slut, you'd better ride me good and proper or I'll leave you all horny and bothered."
Martyn slowly started to speed up, he was such a loud sub.
Sausage laid back, "The whole fucking Isles will hear you, whore. Do you want them to know how much of a bitch you are?"
Martyn nodded, his noises getting louder and louder the more he rode, "Thank you Sir, for your mercy in letting me please you. Thank you for correcting my behaviour and- Ahh~ and helping me better myself," he spoke between noises of pleasure, speeding up.
