Big Boy (Gay Inflation BDSM Erotica‪)‬

When Caleb promises his sub a present, Neil never expected this. Bound and helpless for not only Caleb but two of his friends, his submission is only the beginning. As his body is pushed to his limits, and as his belly swells, can Neil keep any control at all, or will he lose himself completely?

Warning: this 4000 word erotic short contains explicit gay sex, inflation, an enema, toys, and bondage.

Excerpt for adults only:

Neil huffed a shaky breath. His arms and legs trembled, not so much with the effort of supporting himself but with his own nervousness. He couldn’t see a thing. The thick black blindfold tied around his head blocked out every little sliver of light, and he moved his head from side to side to try and catch any sound that might tell him what his Master, Caleb, was doing. A hand came down on his shoulder and it startled him into a gasp. He flinched, and his cock twitched.

“Relax, Neil. We’re going to take this slow. Got it?”

He’d never gone so far before. He’d never given in to any of his most depraved fantasies, but here he was, about to surrender himself to whatever might happen. Neil’s lips worked in an automatic attempt to answer but the ring gag forced between them kept him from doing more than groaning. Neil nodded instead.

He could feel the blindfold’s knot at the back of his neck. It was impossible to relax in a position like this, but he tried to force himself into it anyway. It didn’t help. Terrified excitement was all knotted up in his belly.

Even if he couldn’t see, he knew how exposed he was. How vulnerable. How very, very tempting. There was a little part of him that told him he should be afraid; that the feeling in the pit of his stomach should have been terror instead of helpless, knife-edged excitement. Maybe he would have been if he hadn’t been so desperately aroused by his situation. The idea of his own vulnerability made him weak at the knees.

Caleb had tied Neil’s hands together before anything. Before the blindfold, even, and he could feel the awkward weight of the spreader bar fastened between his ankles every time he moved. The way his wrists were bound meant he had to keep shifting his weight to keep comfortable. His ass stuck up in the air, bare and exposed for just anyone to see. Every time he rearranged himself he felt the tug of ropes around his wrists and felt his cock throb.