I slid the cool silicone eggs one by one into my ass, savoring the stretch as they settled deep inside, then tugged on those tight yoga pants with the cutout right over my hole. The gaming chair waited, its own hole perfectly aligned for the dildo machine beneath. I lowered myself onto the thick tip, clicked the machine to slow, and joined the voice chat. "Hey, you finally online? Ready to get wrecked in this raid?" my friend Jake asked, his voice sharp with that usual competitive edge.
"Yeah, yeah, don't start without me," I shot back, already feeling the lazy thrusts begin. My cock was getting hard fast, pressing against the fabric, and I shifted to hide the growing bulge. The machine's slow rhythm made my ass clench around the eggs, but I forced myself to deny the urge to push. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I focused on the screen.
"You sound off, man. Too much coffee or you secretly practicing your blowjob technique on a mic?" Jake laughed, witty as ever. I chuckled, but a moan threatened when the dildo nudged deeper, making my hole wet and dripping with lube. Horny didn't even cover it; my ass felt like a pulsing pussy, clenching tight to keep those eggs in place.
The machine kept its torturous pace, and my body betrayed me with a tiny push. My asshole spread wide, bulging outwards visibly through the hole in my pants, the eggs pressing against the rim before I clenched hard to suck them back. "Fuck, this boss is tanky," I panted into the mic, voice steady even as my cock throbbed untouched.
Jake fired back, "Focus up, or I'll carry your ass again." I grinned through gritted teeth, denying every instinct to birth those eggs, my hole spreading again in a desperate bulge that I fought down with everything. The slow fucking had me sweating, panting, dripping pre-cum onto the chair.
Tension coiled tighter until the machine's rhythm hit just right. My ass clenched and released in waves, spreading obscenely as I almost pushed the eggs free, but I denied it hard. With a guttural groan I couldn't fully swallow, I came, cum shooting across my stomach while my hole fluttered and dripped around the relentless dildo.
"Dude, you okay? Sounded like you died in real life," Jake said. I wiped my brow, still buzzing. "Just... intense session. Rematch later?" The eggs stayed put, but my ass already ached for more denial.
The machine hummed on, promising the next round would test me harder.
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