Of Butt Plugs and Phone Sex

Ring Ring, Ichigo

"Ishida...more...it feels...so...g-good!"

"Do you like it, Kurosaki?"

"Nnngh!"

"Beg me if you want it inside."

As those words filled his mind, Ichigo stroked himself more. He laid on his bed, writhing at the pleasure of his hand, his pants down to his ankles, his shirt yanked up to his chin as his free hand occasionally ran over his chest and tweaked his nipples for a little added pleasure.

"Ishida," he whispered, struggling to keep quiet lest his sisters or, even worse, his father overheard him.

It was bad enough that Isshin found the messy tissues in his wastebasket last month and, thinking he was being an understanding father, gave Ichigo a stack of Playboy magazines...his porno mags! His "special edition" collection, apparently. Ichigo did not even want to touch those things, cringing as he thought about what his father must have done while looking at those magazines filled with big-breasted women.

Yet massive mammaries were not what Ichigo wanted. Too bad the twins weren't old enough for those kinds of things, or else he might have sneaked out one of theirs, filled with hot men with massive cocks. There was no way in hell he could buy a magazine like that on his own.

"Please, Ishida...in...I want you inside."

"You sound so slutty, Kurosaki. Still, since you begged like a good boy, I'll give you a treat. How about a nice, big, juicy bone?"

"Ahh...nngh!" He moaned softly, mimicking the fantasy...or memory. Ichigo felt sweat dripping from his orange hair and down his face. He turned his head down into the pillow to mute himself.

What would Ishida Uryū think if he knew Ichigo spent his nights masturbating to the vision of his face, to his raven hair and cool blue eyes, wishing it was those long, cold fingers stroking him?

Ichigo reached under the bed and pulled out a box. It wasn't hidden well—he used it almost every night, after all. Kon had already found his little box, but luckily he was too naïve to recognize the strangely-shaped piece of silicon. Carefully, Ichigo opened the box. This was his secret treasure, a vibrating butt plug. Ichigo had used a credit card he swiped from his father to buy this online, making sure the company name looked innocent, and he stayed home the day it was delivered to make sure no nosy family opened the plain packaging. When questioned about the mystery purchase, he told Isshin it was "something for school." Well, sex education was part of school, right?

From his box of goodies, Ichigo took a tiny bottle of lube. This was another present from his dear understanding father. At least it came brand new and still in the wrapper when he got it, so it wasn't quite so gross. Hell, Ichigo could probably request anal beads for his birthday and Isshin would be overjoyed to comply! No way would he do that, though.

A little lube on the slightly curved butt plug was all he needed. He went slow at pushing it in, easing it little by little.

"Ah! Ohh...too hard, too hard...little more...fuck yeah, Ishida!"

He shuddered as the plug fit in firmly with a divot so it would stay in place inside. His sphincter relaxed around the divot, and Ichigo gave a shuddering sigh of relief.

"Okay, it's in," he whispered to the fantasy.

Ichigo took out the tiny remote control with a dial to slowly increase the vibrations. He turned it on and started it on the lowest setting. Pure pleasure purred through his ass. Ichigo clenched, but the intruding plug reminded him to keep loose. He stroked himself a little, then let go to turn up the vibrations.