I made a noise and realized my mouth was open. I closed my lips as Lorraine beckoned me over, her arms crossed in front of her, eyes on Luke.
“There’s a bottle of lube in the bag, and gloves. Take all the time you need. I’ve got no place to be.”
I nodded, searching in the bag for the lube while my gaze kept flitting to Luke’s hands holding himself open. Such a humiliating position, but he was doing it for Lorraine. For me. Still, the quicker I got this done, the better.
I put a plastic glove on one hand and picked up the tail, glancing at the back of Luke’s head in the pup hood. He was facing the other way, which was probably just as well. Maybe his eyes were closed.
I squirted a ton of lube onto the plug. The object was fairly large although I knew Luke was used to the horse tail plugs of a similar girth. At least I’d done this before. But doing this to Luke was new, and doing this while he held himself open for me was blowing my mind a little bit.
I took a deep breath and moved in close. “Can I touch him with my hand?” I asked.
“Anywhere you like, darling,” Lorraine said, a smile in her voice.
I looked at the plug in my hand, then at the pucker between Luke’s cheeks. I put the plug down on the towel Lorraine had laid out and swiped some of the lube off it with my gloved fingers. I placed my ungloved hand on Luke’s left ass cheek, rubbing with my thumb beside his baby finger.
He made a soft sound and his ass clenched, then relaxed. His fingers kept slipping on his smooth skin, so he had to readjust frequently to keep himself open. My cock moved in my shorts at the sight. I swallowed thickly, then touched my lubed fingers to the pink skin of his anus.
Luke stuttered a groan that became a sigh as I moved my fingers gently over him, spreading the slippery liquid over his sensitive flesh, and pushing one inside him to get him as ready for the plug as possible. Watching my finger slide in and out of him while he held himself open for me was incredibly stimulating as were the sounds he made and the hot sheath of his body taking the digit again and again.
I glanced at Lorraine, who gave me a wink and an encouraging nod. How this didn’t affect her in a similar way was a mystery. She was all business, watching to make sure I was doing what I should be doing, but looking as though she were watching me change a tire, not prepare a human puppy for a sizeable butt plug.
I turned back to Luke, determined to ignore Lorraine for the moment. Maybe she was simply a pro and soaking her panties right this second. Or perhaps she wasn’t turned on by men’s bodies at all. But I certainly was. I tried to keep my breathing even as I withdrew my finger and picked up the plug, pressing the rubber point against Luke’s shiny wrinkled skin.
“Spread yourself wider, Luca,” Lorraine ordered. “That’s a big plug he has to fit into your cute little ass.”
I almost laughed at Lorraine’s impertinence and how affronted Luke would have been in ordinary circumstances. But I could barely work my features as Luke’s fingers spread his ass wider, causing his pucker to open slightly.
I pushed the tip of the plug into the opening he made and kept up a gentle pressure as the rubber plug went in accompanied by Luke’s long groan.
“Ah fuck,” I breathed as I watched his body take the object slowly as I pushed a bit and relaxed, pushed a bit more until the last inch went in and Luke’s anus closed around the small neck at the flange. I rocked the plug to settle the bulk inside him, watching his fingers slide away from his cleft as his ass clutched onto the toy.
“Very good, Luca. I’m so proud of you,” Lorraine said with appreciation.
Luke’s arms collapsed at his sides and he lay there, breathing rapidly, the rubber tail curling over his back and quivering, wagging side to side from his small unconscious movements.
“Oh fuck,” I said again, my hand going to my shorts to press against the erection there. My vocabulary was impeded this morning by things too depraved to mention.
“You keep saying that,” Lorraine remarked. She laughed. “I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Luke let out a muffled laugh as his body clenched around the thick plug. The tail wagged faster, and I tried to wrap my head around the fact Lorraine had quoted The Princess Bride to me.
“Well, actually, it means what you think it means. It means you are overcome by the sight of this adorable pup submitting to my wishes. As am I.”
“Amen,” I said. “But I liked the reference. Great movie.”
“Yes. Where do you think I got my pet name for Noah?”
Of course. Buttercup. Why hadn’t I figured that out?
I nodded in acknowledgement. “I see.”
“Okay, Luca. Stand up now and come over to me. I need to make sure this tail is in properly,” she said with a mischievous grin because she knew the object was in place.
Luke pushed himself up from the table as I removed the glove and tossed it in the garbage pail. He walked over to Lorraine, boots clomping on the wood floor, the hood making him look like a mythical being, tail wagging provocatively behind him.
“Turn around.” Lorraine said, pointing to the ceiling and twirling her hand as Luke approached.
He stepped close, then slowly spun so he faced me. Lorraine proceeded to check his tail.
