In the Doghouse - Chapter 157
Richard felt a deep, unsettling fullness in his abdomen as each larger bead slipped inside. Soon, his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. The only regret he had was not being able to see her face, with his vision obscured.
Even though he had prepared with a plug beforehand, the beads felt much longer and more invasive. Only halfway in, one of the beads pressed against a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to arch his back reflexively.
Courtney, fully attuned to his reactions, immediately chided him sharply.
“Can’t even hold still, can you?”
A light slap on his rear caused one of the beads to slip back out slightly. Annoyed, Courtney pushed the beads in deeper, two at a time, until the smallest one reached an untouched depth within him. He let out a muffled sound as the sensation registered.
“Mmff, ugh… unh…”
Despite his body being the one on display, Courtney found herself just as tense. Her palms were slick with both oil and nervous sweat.
She glanced briefly toward Richard’s face, noting how his hands gripped so tightly that the veins on his hands stood out. Yet, he still held the safety token firmly in his grip, signaling he was okay to continue.
Satisfied, she returned to her task, carefully inserting the beads deeper, one by one, against his sensitive inner walls.
When she reached the last two beads, she felt resistance, as if they’d hit a barrier. Gently, she brushed along the perineum, teasing him to release the tension.
“Relax.”
“Hnn… ngh…”
Richard tried to relax but found it difficult, especially as the sensation was so overwhelming and unfamiliar. Observing his difficulty, Courtney gave a light flick to his sensitive area, causing him to gasp sharply.
“Hnnngh…!”
Taking advantage of his momentary shock, she pushed the beads in with a single, firm motion. The thickest bead stretched him as it entered fully, settling deep inside him.
Courtney exhaled a long breath, resisting the urge to ask if he was okay. The silent token in his hand already answered her question.
“See? Should’ve just listened the first time.”
She teased him, tugging lightly at the handle still peeking out. With a quick twist, she rotated the beads halfway, drawing a shuddering gasp from Richard as his insides contorted with the strange sensation.
Once he began adjusting, she slowly pulled the beads halfway out, creating a tugging feeling that felt as though they were pulling his inner walls along with them. Unconsciously, he clenched his fists in response.
And again—fwup!—the beads were pushed back inside, each one forcing his body open as it slid into place. The sensation left him gasping, overwhelmed by the alternating sensations of stretching and releasing.
“Ahh… nnngh…!”
The beads slid in and out several times, the motion pressing against him, erasing any coherent thought. His breath came out in fractured gasps as he struggled to keep up with the relentless stimulation.
After a while, Courtney noticed that he’d made quite a mess in front. Only his back was being restrained, yet his arousal had left a trail of fluid across his lower body. As his body shuddered, drops scattered, evidence of his pleasure. Annoyed, Courtney grabbed him roughly.
“Did you just wet yourself?”
The sudden grip triggered his reflex, making him shift his hips slightly. But Courtney was in no mood to indulge him further. She squeezed the base of his arousal tightly, cutting off his release.
“Ah… nnngh!”
Though she released her hold shortly after, she wasn’t finished. With a sharp slap, she told him to turn over.
Richard planted his hands on the bed, struggling to turn himself over with the beads still inside him. His arms trembled as he managed to reposition himself, only to flinch as the handle pressed against the bed, causing him to lift his hips instinctively. Courtney rolled her eyes, adjusting him once more.
She instructed him to bend his knees and spread his legs wide. He felt the vulnerability of his position acutely, spread out with his arms above his head, leaving him no way to hide. He knew how exposed he must look, his arousal blatantly obvious and dripping down his skin.
Courtney, observing his complete vulnerability, stated coldly.
“For someone who can’t control himself, maybe we should block that problem.”
With her left hand, she gripped him firmly just below the tip, as if preparing to fit something onto him. The possibility of a restrictive ring crossed his mind—a painful, yet manageable solution. At least then, he thought, he wouldn’t have to worry about losing control prematurely.
But when he felt something cool and metallic against him, it was in a place he hadn’t expected.
“Ah…!”
“Stay still. It’s delicate work.”
When he shifted, Courtney tightened her grip to keep him steady, repositioning the object in her other hand.
In her right hand, she held a slim metal rod with slight indentations along its length, giving it the appearance of connected beads.
Courtney positioned the tip of the cold metal rod at Richard’s trembling urethral opening.
