Chapter 25
Christmas Day dawned hot.
Outside, it was cold. But Stefan felt like he was burning up. He couldn’t move without the dildos inside him shifting and rubbing at his insides. And these weren’t strange plastic toys—they were expensive, silicon and rubber, designed with realism in mind. Buried so long, they were warm. The slickness of the one in his arse felt like he’d already been f****d; his own arousal had made the other slippery, and they moved inside like his user was simply waiting for a sign to continue.
Only continuation never came.
He had tried everything—rubbing his hips up against the walls or on the mattress, but the pressure was all internal, and the belt refused to allow enough sensation through to his d**k. He couldn’t get anything inside it, Yannis had locked it s
