Nix dropped back down all the way, pressing his face into the cool star-studded comforter he’d picked out when he’d been fourteen and reached behind him. The moment he found his puckered hole, he pushed a finger through, gritting his teeth against the resistance. It wasn’t his first time doing anal play, but in his haste not to lose this chance, he hadn’t thought to lube his hand, and, though he was experienced, the last time he’d had sex was at least a year ago.
And it hadn’t been any good.
He wiggled that single digit down past the first knuckle, letting out a harried breath as soon as it was inside, and then eased it back out slowly. He was so focused on the task he almost didn’t register the sound of another ding, already corkscrewing his finger back in, this time successfully past the second knuckle, when he did.
Nix stilled again, unsure of what to do. His left hand was still working his dick, and the right was now bent behind him. If he wanted to read the message, he’d need to remove his finger, but if he did that, would the messenger get angry?
If that person made good on their threat and booted Nix from the app…
He was going to have to get up and check his computer, it was the only other option.
With a deep inhale to attempt to steady his racing heart, Nix lifted himself onto his knees and turned on the bed, careful to keep his finger lodged inside of himself. He wobbled a bit from the odd angle the second his bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor and leaned toward the computer to read the messenger bar to the right. The move brought his masked face closer to the camera, but he didn’t allow himself to dwell on that.
The white half mask only covered his face from the top of his nose to his forehead, a dash of gold glitter embellishing the top.
Branwen’s mask, which he’d found in her school backpack.
Maestro: You can do better than that.
Nix blinked at the comment and whoever Maestro was, they saw his reaction and replied again.
Maestro: My instructions were clear. I told you to fill yourself. Is this a joke to you, Songbird? Is a single finger really all you can take? This might not be the right place for you if that’s the case.
Nix gulped and straightened. “Can I have a minute to grab something?”
The question was out of his mouth before he could help it, shocking him almost as much as it must have shocked his viewer because it took longer for him to respond to that than it had the other times.
Nix convinced himself he was only playing it safe by asking, by leaning into this mirage. Enigma was a sex app, after all, filled with forums and chatrooms carefully organized by kink. He’d scrolled through a few of them earlier, too much of a chicken to stop on any, but there were loads filled with BDSM and the like.
Maestro: Sixty seconds. Starting now.
He shot into motion, dropping both of his hands so he could reach under the desk and pull out one of his smaller suitcases his old roommate had shipped back from the university last week. When he’d initially left a month ago, it’d been with the intention of returning, but now…Now he had a new plan. A new goal.
Making it into the King chat was paramount to achieving it.
Nix almost sighed in relief when he finally found the small navy blue bag at the bottom of his suitcase, whipping it out and unzipping it in full view of the camera, completely forgetting it was even there in his haste. The pearly white dildo sprung free from the bag and he smiled in victory.
In a flash he was back on the bed, sprawled out on his back this time with his legs spread wide, his erect dick bobbing with his movements. He wasted a few precious seconds applying a hefty sum of lube to the toy before he brought it to his entrance.
Where he paused.
Again.
If a single finger had been too much, there was no way he’d be able to comfortably take the dildo, right? Not without some preparation. It was about an inch wide, so not that bad, but he hadn’t used it in almost as long as it’d been since the last time he’d slept with someone…
The messenger app dinged, and somehow, his gut sank even before he turned his wrist and read it.
Maestro: No pain no gain. Prove to me you want it.
If he had the time to think about how ridiculous this all was, he’d probably laugh. He’d come home for a funeral, and yet here he was now, lying on his bed, dick wet and swollen, ass about to be filled with silicone, listening to the instructions of some faceless pervert on the other side of his computer screen.
Nix had never been all that interested in pain, in any capacity, but if that’s what it would take to unlock Branwen’s secrets…
…Did the band-aid method work on all things?
Time to find out.
With one hard shove, Nix forced the toy past that tight ring of muscle and cried out in agony at the intense sear of pain. He dropped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as tears began to fill his eyes, stubbornly refusing to pull that intrusive rod out no matter how badly his body begged him to.
