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'What's this I heard you've been playing teenage angst rock on Fantasma?' Rico says. 'Blink 182? Have I actually been hearing this?'

'Uh-huh. I set Fantasma up this evening. She needed a test.'

'If you weren't who you are, you'd be fired.'

'Then it's just as well I'm The Electric Snep, isn't it?'

'Are you in bed?'

'Yeah. Why shouldn't I be? I've worked my ass off for you all day, hauling all your shit into your new RV while you pretend you're a family man. Can I go now? I was nearly asleep.'

'Where's Rags? He there?'

'Probably getting high, I don't know. No, he's not here. He left me the keys to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb later. I think _I _might have a drive down to L.A.'

'You drive that RV and there's a leopard skin rug gonna be on the next stage I walk onto. Get some sleep, that's the only thing you're ever safe doing. Night, Snowflake.'

'Good boy.' Hunter strokes between my ears at least, rather than pat my like a dog. I hate that. 'I'm the rat, by the way. I texted Rico right after getting my bag so he'd hopefully call while I was up your butt and you couldn't answer.'

I'm taking a chance. Plus I want him to punish me more than ever. 'You fucking weasel.'

Hunter laughs. 'That all you got?'

Something catches my eye. It's a faint blue light, shining out of the top of Hunter's bag. 'What is _that _in there?'

'That's for later,' Hunter says. He pulls my Sketchers underpants off my butt and slides them halfway up my thighs, leaving them there. He slides the ring of the glass plug onto his middle finger and holding it up like he's flipping me the bird. 'Butt time, snow-boy. You know what's special about this?'

I shake my head, looking through my legs, beyond my still hard dick.

'It cost two hundred bucks because it's a special kind of glass that stays cold. Like those fake ice-cubes you can put in scotch, only this one's shaped for you butt and it takes two hours to warm back up once you take it out of the fridge. Guess where I keep this.'

'Oh, the fridge maybe?'

Hunter rubs my buttcheeks with his free hand. 'This has been up at least four guys this tour, I've even used it on myself. That's why I've been keeping this in Rico's ice cooler.'

'What?'

'Get ready, snow-boy. Let's see how frosty you _really _like it. I'm gonna count down from ten. If I were you, I'd use those seconds to take a nice deep breath and hold it, coz you're gonna need it. Ten, nine...'

It doesn't matter what I do; I'm going to make noise like I never knew I could make. Thank God I went to the bathroom right after our jam session. I can't help but think Hunter noticed, as I told him nothing to do with shit and he promised me-

'Two...one...in we go, snep!'

I can't hold onto my deep breath once it hits me. Oh _God _this is cold...freezing! It's like he's stuck arctic ice up my butt and right up through my ass and into my guts. I gasp, I manage to gasp again, my brain throwing a warning to all of me, like what you get when you get out of a sauna and dunk your head under the cold shower.

'Hunter...I can't breathe...I can't breathe!'

'Sure you can, you're just gasping. But that's fine.' He lets go of the plug, leaving it in me, takes hold of the leg with the leash still around the ankle, and straightens it a little.

The noose tightens.

'Breathe _now, _bitch.'

* * *

Bonnie always had the measure of me so well that she knew the way to tame a massive ego was to remind her boy that there were countless ways of making him squirm with embarrassment, uncertainty and bashfulness. She got off on me looking and feeling awkward so well that I'd come to think that sooner or later the spark was going to go out of our relationship when she ran out of ways to bring that side of me out, or it simply disappeared because I got accustomed to it, but she never ran out, and I never changed.

She liked doing it in different places, some of them with a risk of getting caught. She liked talking about family stuff and making me think of both our parents while she had a hand in my pants, or I had one in hers, or both. She liked suggesting gross things to me that she'd found on the internet just to made me shudder, or squick me so cold that I actually did start to lose my boner, only to have her quickly turn me back on again saying 'Sorry, that one doesn't work huh?' having already known it wouldn't.

She started ordering me new pyjamas every week, adult sizes with designs that were for kids, mostly cartoon characters. She said she didn't want to actually age-play with me but wanted to see my 'I am _not _putting that on!' look. She usually sold them on ebay once the pile in her wardrobe became too big and made me watch her list them so she could write stuff like 'Washed and ironed and my boyfriend only came in them once and you can barely see the stain' and threaten to hit send.

I actually hit send once, after she wrote that and heard her amazing laughter and 'Nooo! Shaeff, you total motherfucker!' She could barely edit it straight away for laughing, and then decided 'You know what? Fuck you, I'm leaving it.' We had a playfight when I then tried to edit it for her. It only took five minutes of us screwing around for her account to be suspended because someone reported it for 'indecency.' She made up a story about a sister she didn't really have hacking her account and posting that as a prank, and they only just bought it, with a lecture about locking her screen that sounded like they were talking to a ten year old.

She spanked me like _I _was that age and she was my mom. Who was I kidding, maybe I did like a bit of age stuff. That and my mom had never spanked me and when Finn surprised me by saying his had, I felt insanely jealous for no rational reason. The day Bonnie acted out my fantasy without me ever having told her about it was how I discovered I really did like a woman spanking me with my pants down. I think I already knew I was a sub before that.

Maybe on some level I just really wanted to make my mom that angry with me that she finally snapped and just walloped me good, and I saw it as failure that I never brought that out in her. Not even after I the day I did 'Hey Mom? Fuck off why don't you.' All I got there was a slightly shocked look and then 'Alex, what is the matter with you at the moment? Come and sit down, I think we need to have a talk.' (What was the matter with me was that I'd read some crap online and become convinced I was addicted to sugar, and I was starting to get pudgy, and that everyone could see it, especially Dad who I thought kept looking at me like I disgusted him physically. I was twelve years old. My mom might not have been that smart, but she had control of her emotions right up the day she found out what my friendship with Finn really was.)

I loved Bonnie dominating me, and all her embarrassment games. She nearly ruined it the day she felt a little bit down with life in general and it made her soul-search and eventually say 'Shaeff, you know I'd never deliberately humiliate you so everybody saw it, right?' The game was always her pretending she could do that and almost convincing me. I needed it. She was the one person keeping my ego at a controllable level, although I didn't always consciously know that at the time. I felt a little awkward about how when she had her down days, I never felt like I was in tune with what was bothering her. If I asked her, she always passed it off as 'Just life, Shaeff. Give me a shoulder massage or something and let's toke on a joint afterwards.' There was a point though where I did know what it was: she was running out of ideas for us.

'Let's pick out the worse set of pyjamas for me ever.'

'Bored of the pyjama thing now. I thought about dressing you up in girl clothes but that just does nothing for me. I don't get the whole appeal of drag or anything like it.'

'Cabbage patch doll?'

That surprised her. 'How did you come up with that?' At least she was laughing. 'Do you _want _me to do that one?

'Not exactly. Maybe I'd be cute as a farm boy though. Or how about a rancher? Cowboy? Maybe...nah, you'd never do it.'

'I hate it when you try to talk like I do.' She didn't really. 'Come on. Spit it out. What have you been thinking about playing as.'

'I wish I could do what you do sometimes. I'd like to wear oily overalls and be a mechanic. But you'd never do it because it would smell like work and I'm no good at fixing stuff like that. You'd want it to be real.'

She looked at me for a minute. 'We're doing that. Come on. Let's go get the workshop open.'

'It's Sunday and you're not working today.'

'I am now. I wanna do that. Even if we don't end up getting off on it, be my apprentice for the day. Who knows, you might actually learn something.'

I knew how to fire her up. 'Sneps don't fix cars. Tigers do that.'

'_This _tiger,' she said, 'just wants her stupid boyfriend to do one simple thing that _he _suggested. I don't care if you're regretting it. If you want me to totally gang you at least once this weekend then you know what you've gotta do. Otherwise I'm gonna sit here and sulk and play video games and ignore that you're here even when we're in two-player mode. And I'll make you play Mariokart as Peach and Daisy.'

'Eeeeeew. Those two cheating hoes? I'd rather be the mechanic.'

'Come on then. Shower, clothes, coffee, butt out the door and let's go to work. By the way, once we're done for the day there's a little surprise I've got for you. Something I've been saving for a day like this.'

'Yeah?'

'Mmm-hmm. Be a good apprentice and I might just let you in on a secret.'

She actually did act as my mentor, right down to how she got me into a set of overalls that fit me and did 'Okay, Alex, we've gotta start with a safety talk about this place.' She never called me Alex, even in front of my parents. Shaeff was always her thing, right down to how she wished she'd thought of it before Finn did when we were in the third grade.

It surprised me: I actually could fix stuff. It surprised her: she got to play the master who praised their would-be whipping boy instead of telling him off. We worked on a souped up Corvette that was in for a better quality turbo charger fitting and new alloys, then a Cadillac that belonged to the mayor and just for him Sunak's garage was doing the unusual thing of valeting it as well. We got it spotless.

'Nice job, apprentice.' Bonnie put a hand on my shoulder. I was dusty, I smelled like oil and grease, and my hands were aching from the cleaning awkward shapes of the interior. 'Fuck my pants off in the back seat of the mayor's ride?'

'You got it!' I said.

Only when we got in there with her on top of me did I realise what she'd set me up for. 'Hey Bonnie, you see that bulge that's my boner?'

'Mmm-hmm.'

'How am I meant to get it out of these overalls? There's no zipper that far down. Same on yours. Pretty hard to satisfy you when your vagina's off limits.'

She laughed and unzipped her suit. 'Really? Try.'

I ended up with my arm down her overalls, pushed right up against her, managing to get inside her pants and rub her clit while she laughed at how awkward our position was, then purred, then told me we should just sit like passengers in the back seat and do this because it was so awkward her spine was starting to un-comfy. She didn't come, she just enjoyed sitting there with my 'servicing' her for half an hour, relaxing and at one point almost going into a sleepy meditation while she sighed contentedly.

'You're bored, aren't you?' She finally said, putting a hand on my head. 'Hard and bored.'

'I don't think that wet patch on my overalls is oil either.'

She laughed. 'My horny little helper. Come on. If neither of us can get off in the back of that bigshot dipshit's car let's go in and get some dinner. Then let's watch that new sex docu that on Netflix. Might give us some ideas.'

We at meatballs, rice and bbq sauce, and then went back to work on trying to spice up our sex life.

'Well that was nice,' I said, after we'd done five episodes and I'd said I'd rather resist the final one on childbirth. For a good docu it let me down by implicitly clinging to the idea that sex was supposed to end in us making more people and we could be quirky about it as we liked, but the primal urge for it remained the same: fill the world with more brats like we once were.

Besides, if there was one topic I didn't want Bonnie on it was how she'd want kids one day. My mother was bad enough for hinting that I should make her a grandmother and tie myself into life in Cedar Rapids and be around for her to pamper like a baby forever.

'Hey Shaeff, I liked that bit about how that chick had a thing for getting into cis boy butts.'

'Did you?'

'Yeah. And I saw you smile at it.'

'Did I?'

Bonnie sat up and swung herself around, dumping her butt onto the bed and trapping my legs below the knees. 'I wanna get into _your _cis boy butt.'

'Errrr...okaaaaaay...sure. Why not?' She'd done it. Here was the squirming 'cis' boy. She'd never called me that before. 'With what? You've already got a cucumber hidden up here haven't you?'

'Actually, I picked a courgette. They've got those little hairs on them that will tickle your butthole.'

'Okay, you're serious, aren't you?'

'No, dummy!' She put her hands on my thighs as she looked up, eye-rolled and laughed. 'Well, okay, not about the cucumber thing. About getting into your butt? I've got something I'd like to try on you.' It was the first time I'd ever seen a butt plug. It was a black one that glistened so well that I wasn't sure whether it was made of glass or rubber or whether she'd already lubed it up. 'Don't worry!' She took a tube of KY out. 'Even though your panic face is totally adorable right now. I know what I'm doing. I read all about it on the internet. You never gives bad advice there, right? You wanna try putting this up yourself first or do you want me to do it?'

'You do it.'

'Yeah?'

Oh boy. What had I given away? There was something. I'd broken the foreplay and made her curious.

'Hmm.' She sat on the bed next to me and stroked a hand from my right shoulder down my back. 'Be honest, Shaeff. You ever put anything up your butt before?'

'No.'

'Not even sat on the toilet with a carrot and got up the guts to use some vaseline on your butt to get it in there?'

I grimaced. 'No, Bonnie, I've not done that to myself. If you really wanna try this on me you can do it but could we, y'know, maybe just get on with it?'

'I know what you're thinking, Shaeff. Butt play is for straight guys too. You heard that chick on the docu. Her boyfriends loved getting their butts played with. Squeamish cis boys are fun. You're having fun. But it's hot seeing you pretend you're not. I'm feeling hot for you right now. I want my toy-boy. So can I play? If you don't like this I promise we'll only try it maybe once more after this.'

I was going to like it alright. I'd never known it until right now. All my playing with Finn had been me doing this to him. Whenever I'd properly fucked him he'd like it more than the toys. When he'd subbed for me, sucking my dick on command, I'd always wondered what might happen if I'd also let him hold a dildo and put it up me while he gave me head, but I'd never wanted to ask him. Finn saw me as dominant to the core. That was who I had to be for him. Subbing for Bonnie was going to take the edge off my guilt that I was cheating on her with a guy and after this maybe I'd stop with Finn. If Bonnie was the one who could do the dildo-blowjob thing.

'You okay, Shaeff?'

'Yeah. I'm cool.'

'You're rock hard in your pants and you look like you're scared of it.'

'I'm scared of a tiger playing with my un-played-with butt.'

'Relax, spot-boy. It's just a little butt-plug. It's not like I went straight for a dildo or a vibrator, even though you know I've totally got both because we've used them and they'd be perfectly suitable for your cis boy butt. But let's warm you up. Strip off, snep boy. It's spot count time.'

This always did it for me. God forbid we ever really did have kids together and I had to hear her teaching them how to count, because the sound of her voice doing it while she touched my spots one by one could keep me hard for hours. She started at my neck on the front, then my chest. Always with me lying on my back. She'd stop at my underpants and roll me over. This time, she kept hold of my scruff after she'd counted on it. She did my arms while I was on my back, twisting them up behind me like she was threatening a martial arts style lock that would stretch my shoulder sockets. She tickle-tortured me for a bit under my armpits and on my sides before she told me to get up and get on my feet. She pulled my pants down and counted my butt, then the backs of my legs, then turned me around and counted my crotch, nutsack and cock. For good measure, she licked up the underneath of it and then nipped at my tip to hear me gasp through my teeth, then gave me a little mouth and tongue. Just around the tip.

'Go on,' I said. 'Please?'

'Uh-uh. We're doing butt stuff. Right after I've done the rest of your legs.' She did them, then put me back on the bed and did my feet. I trembled in anticipation of her tickling them too, but she didn't. 'Two seven six.' She said. 'Damn. Where did the three extra ones come from?'

'You did my whole sheath. Maybe that really is my count.'

'Uh-uh. You're always hard when I do this and I never forgot to pull your sheath back because I never needed to. I've got it wrong. Wanna go again or shall we get into your butt, Two-Seven-Six?'

It did bug me that she wasn't calling me Two-Seven-Three, but I wanted her to dom me more. 'Why don't you do that while you're sucking me off?'

'I asked Google about that. Know what it said? If you're BF's never done this before, it's gotta be lying down first with his legs apart. Ease him into it, get those muscles a little looser and your BF more relaxed. So come on, BF. Show me your hole at least so I can tell you off for not wiping your butt properly.'

'Gross, Girlfriend.'

'Spread them, Snowball.'

'Just remember, this was your idea.' I opened my legs for her.

'Well hey,' she said. 'You really do clean that butt spotless in the shower. Nice.' She squeezed some KY into her hand and slickened up the plug, then put her slickened palm over my hole and rubbed the rest of the lube off. Using the plug, she rubbed around the edge of my hole, spreading it around. I made awkward, embarrassed noises.

'Having fun already?' she said. 'Alright, boyfriend, here we go then. Take a few nice deep breaths and try to concentrate on relaxing that hole for me.'

It was so much easier than I thought it would be that it surprised Bonnie too. She poked gently at me before popping the thing right in. It was slightly cool. I could smell the lube too; I thought it was peppermint. I sighed, arched my back up slightly then relaxed. Bonnie poked deeper, making me growl a little, then breathe deeply, then purr. She pulled my tail out from under my back and kept running her hand down the length of it while she poked into me, never taking the plug out of my butt, just putting pressure on something, making me clench up a little at the heavy resistant pushback starting at my stomach and rushing its way past my crotch and balls and into my ass.

I started to breathe out hard, like a slow panting and purring all at once.

'Holy shit, Shaeff!' Bonnie said, obviously thrilled that she was the one doing this to me. 'This _does it _for you! _Fuck _you're cute right now!' She pushed harder. A bolt of pressure went through me, right up my front and to my jaw, my head feeling heavy. She poked again. I sat up, gasping hard.

'Oh yeah, snow butt! Breathe hard for me! Like that! Good boy!' She put a hand on my back and shoved hard into my butt. 'Oh yeah! There he is!'

I yeowled, my dick hard, pointed up and throbbing with the urge to come. I held it off, concentrating hard on the noise my lungs were filling Bonnie's bedroom with. The pressure inside me was exquisite.

Bonnie took her hands away. 'Mmmm! How about that? My cis boy likes butt play!'

'Oh God!' I said, feeling the pressure drop and still managing not to come.

Bonnie put her hands between my legs again, took hold of the plug and rolled it around, no pressure this time. 'Jerk off for me, Shaeff. Jerk that snep dick for me.'

'What?' She'd never asked me for that before. 'Don't you wanna do it?'

'No. I wanna see how you play with yourself when I'm not around and I wanna watch you come. So get on with it. Dick in hand, jerk it like you mean it. Do it like you did when you thought about me years ago and were too scared to ask me out.'

It shouldn't have worked for me. It did. Bonnie watched me get close, my hand covered in pre, enjoying the sounds I was making before I tried to hold off again. Just to get to her.

'Bonnie I can't...I can't...I'm gonna...your bed!'

'Squirt on my bed, Shaeff. Make a mess we've gotta clean up. Be a gross dirtbag. You know you want to. Come for me, Shaeff!' Still holding the plug, she shoved it so hard I gasped, held it, and knew what she was going to do. She pulled it out of me with a wet sucking sound and I squirted into the air, sending it all the length of the bed.

'Oh God yeah!' Bonnie said, and went to work on herself, dropping the plug on the floor and putting her right hand down her pants, her left still gripping my scruff while I heaved breath and made my daft, stupid come-noises.

'Let me,' I said, once I could talk again. She got over me, pinning me down with a hand on my forehead, leaving my arms free so I could reach up and slide her pants down so I could fondle her clit, then rub further into her and listen to her purr with pleasure. We used the vibrator until my body had enough energy to get hard at her satisfied sounds again, and the shape of her breasts as I unhooked her bra and took if off, leaving her t-shirt on the way she liked. Her hard nipples and the rise and fall of her chest thrilled me. She came before I did once I was inside her, and although my second squirt wasn't as strong, she didn't seem to notice the difference. She just begged for it and got it and released right before, knowing I was almost there with her.

I still to this day don't think we ever had better sex than that time. What really finished it off was that after a few minutes of lying there with each other, catching our breath and letting our vitals ease down, we heard Bonnie's mom's footsteps on the stairs and she said through the door 'When you two are done having your fun there's some of the good coffee in the pot downstairs.'

We both liked it when she did that. Bonnie's mom wasn't at all bothered about what we did. We'd sometimes come down to breakfast and she'd say 'You were properly getting tortured last night, weren't you?' to me.

'You totally did look that up,' I said to Bonnie. 'That thing with my tail while you were working the plug was a total sex tip.'

'Yep. Except I discovered it on myself before reading it was a thing online. I always liked doing my own tail while playing with myself.'

'Why didn't you ever tell me?'

'My special thing. I wanted to do it to you first someday. Oh, you'll like the article I read on this whole thing though.' she found her tablet and called it up. 'All about how to introduce this kinda thing. Where is it? Yeah, right here. "Talk to your partner about it first at a convenient time. It's definitely not a good idea to just show up at your boo's house with a dildo and say "Look what I've got!"

'Uuuuurgh!' I groaned. 'I am _not _your "boo"! That is the worst thing you have _ever _fucking called me; that's a word used by...it's so gross I don't even know. By some middle aged Christian housewife who never outgrew talking about sex like it belonged in an episode of Peanuts.'

Bonnie laughed so beautifully, but this time there was extra joy to it. 'Oh, now you're thinking of Linus! "I am NOT your sweet baboo!" '

'Oh yeah.'

'Hahaha! Nice. I hadn't thought of that. But you're _totally _my boo, Shaeff. And I didn't just show up at your house with a dildo. I charmed my way into your butt and you liked it. You _really _liked it. I'm already hot thinking about giving you head while I've got that up you.'

'Not tonight, I am _wiped _after that.'

'Got something for you before you put your head down then,' Bonnie said. 'I lied about the PJ's thing, I've got one more set for you. Just for the road. I just wasn't in the mood earlier but I totally am now.' She got up, got naked, put her own on and then her dressing gown, and then got me my new set out. 'There you go, boo. Happy Trees Friends PJ's.'

I shriek-laughed. I couldn't stop laughing while she held them up. I couldn't even get off the bed to take them from her.

'You like these?' She said. 'Okay, what did I get wrong?'

I managed to get up now, still in the throes of childish laughter. 'You get these after a google search for cute pj's?'

'Yeah, why?'

'Oh Bonnie. You don't know what Happy Tree Friends is, do you?'

She clearly didn't, but half the truth was dawning on her. 'Oh. So it's not for kids?'

'Oh fuck no it is _not _for kids! Where's the remote?' I found it and turned on the TV she had mounted on the wall opposite her bed. 'Load YouTube up and wait for me. I'm gonna go get some of that coffee. Get ready to laugh your ass off.' I cleaned my dick off under the tap in her en-suite, put my new pyjamas on and went down for the coffee.

Her father took one look me and shook his head. 'What _is _she like?' he said.

Surprisingly enough, she did wait for me. I started with the fire episode, 'Who's to Flame?'

'Oh my God!' Bonnie said, as soon as Petunia and Giggles were both in flames and Mime who couldn't speak tried to call 911. She laughed awkwardly as the little deer ran for the fire engine down the street instead, with the volunteer fire crew who proceeded to connect the fire hose to the truck's gas tank and try to smash down the door only to axe Cuddles's head in two on the other side. The funniest part of it by far was how Mime survived at the end and pretended to sneak off down an imaginary flight of steps.

She looked at my new PJ's. 'These are actually totally you. These are keepers.'

I found the episode where Flippy killed everyone including his psychiatrist and we spent the rest of the evening laughing our asses off.

* * *

I at least kept one promise to Bonnie: those pj's were keepers. Hunter's just found them under my pillow.

'What the fuck are these?' he says, unfolding them. 'HTF? Holy shit I fucking love that show! Where did you get these?'

'...can't breathe...'

'Huh?'

'...I can't breathe, Hunter!'

'Oh shut up, you're breathing just fine.' He puts a hand on my head and tugs the leash. There's a crushing pressure on the front of my throat and I'm thrashing my hands out and finding nothing. '_That's _can't breathe. Keep still and don't thrash. Let's do ten. One...two...' when he gets to ten, everything's starting to go white. Then the collar loosens and I'm gasping for my life, remembering how in the hospital I wished it had been this easy as a sudden release, like they could inject me with something and it would all stop like this, after a few minutes of comedown.

Hunter stays there with a hand on my shoulder, steadying me and telling me how to breathe to catch my breath without hyperventilating. The plug's still up my butt, still freezing me from the inside out and I feel like I'm going to wet myself, but somehow I don't. I just concentrate on the merciful rush that's inside me head and wonder if I'm going to pass out.

Hunter unravels the leash from my leg and sets it all the way back to it's original setting around my neck. 'Stretch out, snep. Nice and slow, there you go.'

'Ahhhh!' is the only noise I can make as the ache in my lower back eases instantly and I'm now sitting up with my legs out straight, my chest still heaving a little.

Hunter breaks role for a moment. 'You okay? You need your inhaler?'

'I'm good...I'm better than good! Keep going! What's next?'

'Be patient, spot-boy. By the way, where is it?'

'In my jeans pocket but I don't need it. I'm fine. I told you, I've not used it in two months.'

'Let's be safe,' Hunter says, hooking my leash into the frame of the bed while he gets up and gets it. 'Keep this in reach. Maybe that was a little bit too much and we don't put that on choke again tonight.'

'Can I have my hands back?' I say, deciding I'm going to clip it to choke again for him as soon as they're free.

'No way. We're just getting warm.' Hunter pops the plug out of me. 'Literally. Warm up for a minute. I've got something that'll help. Here you go. All lubed and ready.'

As the mercifully warmth starts to spread through my insides, I see what he's doing. How did I not guess that if he had a freezing cold butt plug, he wouldn't also have the reverse? More special glass, this time a glowing red-orange mix, as if the colour enough was enough to make me feel warm. He inserts it slowly.

'Uuuuuurgh! That is totally fucking weird...I feel like. Mmmm! Uhhh....uhhh....uhhh! Yeah. Oh God yeah! Hunter....Hunter do this to me forever!'

'Nice huh?' Hunter says. 'Let's keep this up, huh?' He takes my dick in his hand and rubs up and down. 'You've not lost this all night. Oh to be in my mid twenties again. You've got some impressive vitality, snow-boy. Or you just really like butt stuff and facing your fear all at once.' Hunter pulls my pants back down and over my dick and butt, and rubs my bulge through them now. Then he rubs behind my head. 'Sit up, Alex.'

'With the plug still in?'

'Yep.'

I sit. 'Ooooo! Ahhhh, nice!' It's better than the first time I did it with Bonnie.

'Yeah, isn't it?' Hunter scrambles up behind me on the bunk and undoes the leash. I turn my head. 'No looking. Face forward.'

'Okay.'

'Shhh.' Hunter does something I can't quite place, then I realise he's wrapping the leash around me. Only now do I realise how long it must be. My left arm's trapped. There's a coil of it around my chest too, then my stomach, then under my leg, and he's still going, tying some sort of knot before pulling and stretching it tight against me. As my breathing quickens in excitement, he rubs his dick against the middle of my back, a pleasurable grunt escaping him every time. Then he gently holds whatever he's done with the leash behind me like it's reigns and with his right hand reaches around and holds my muzzle shut.

'Get out of that then.'

'Get out of what?' I say, though it doesn't sound like words with him clamping me shut, forcing me to breathe heavily through my nose.

'Wriggle,' Hunter says. 'Struggle.'

I do it, expecting him to end up wrestling me and playfighting, but the more I move the tighter this seems to get until I'm well and truly bound up. I sit there still, knowing he's going to tell me to keep struggling and enjoy my frustration.

He clamps down on my muzzle harder and pokes a hand into the back of my neck.

'Growl.'

I do it.

'Good boy.' He strokes the back of my head. 'Purr.'

I do it.

'Nice.' He slowly slides a hand down my chest, then stomach, rubs a little there, then goes down to my crotch and pokes a claw suggestively against a point between my lower stomach and hip-bone.

'Unf!' That's pretty uncomfy. It sends an odd thrill through me. My stomach suddenly feels quite, like I need to get the plug out of me.

'Oh yeah, that works on you.' Hunter said. Nice. 'Growl.'

I do it.

'Purr.'

I do it.

'Make that noise again.' He teases that pressure point a second time. That's what it must be. I've never felt such a sensation, and this time I'm not sure I like it.

Hunter listens to me breath fast through my nose for a moment. 'Nice. This is good.' He clamps even harder now, starting to hurt my mouth. Growl. Purr. Noise.' I'm doing it all.

'Okay.' Hunter says, in a voice that sounds like he's trying not to laugh. He finds the rest of the slack leash and bonds my muzzle shut tight now. 'You ready to see where this goes?'

'Mmmm!' I nod my head hard, barely able to move it now thanks to how tight the bondage is.

Hunter reaches around with both hands now and finds that pressure point again on either side of me.

'_Scream, _snow-boy!' He says, and gouges his claws into it.