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Equius is surprised when warm hands smooth over his bare shoulders, but doesn’t flinch. He’s carefully soldering an old circuit board and any slight movement could ruin the project.
“You’re tense,” Dirk mutters, standing on his tip-toes to press his lips to Equius’ ear.
“I’m focused.” He carefully sets aside his tools and circuit before Dirk can mess him up. “Do you desire something?”
“Mm, no.” Dirk’s lips quirk into a slight smile. “Just checking to see how you were doing.”
Equius leans into his touch, Dirk’s hands sliding down his body, wrapping around his midsection, fingering the taut muscles of his abdomen.
“Your actions speak louder than your words.”
Dirk smiles against Equius’ skin, pressing kisses to his neck. “I have something new I want to try.”
A chill of excitement shoots up Equius’ spine. “A new toy?”
“Perhaps,” Dirk dips his fingers into Equius’ waistband. “It might require a bit of preparation, though.”
Dirk pulls Equius away from his project, guiding them through the workshop towards the back where it connects to Equius’ hive.
In the respiteblock, Dirk has the platform covered with a plastic sheet, several buckets nearby, and handcuffs on the headboard.
“Titanium?” Equius examines the cuffs closely.
“Tungsten.” Dirk picks up a silk bag, the outline of the large toy visible through the material.
Equius sits on the edge of the platform as Dirk reveals his latest project. The head is thick and flat, not tapering at all. There are veins that lead to thick ribs that section the dildo into thirds, the base flared with a few feet of clear tubing connected to the bottom.
“May I?” Equius holds out his hand, desperate to get a closer look at the beast.
It has a slight give to it, but firm, Equius assuming some kind of silicone. The head is somewhat smaller than his closed fist and it measures from the tip of his middle finger to his elbow.
Equius places the toy between his legs, comparing its length to his body.
“I won’t be mad if you can’t take it all on the first try,” Dirk sits next to Equius, rubbing his back. “It’s going to take a lot of prep, too, I don’t want any prolapsing.”
“Dirk…” Equius strokes the horse cock.
“Hey, if it’s too much I have a smaller one.” Dirk jumps up, pulling a smaller but almost identical didlo out of a seperate silk bag. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and it’s butt stuff, and-“
“Dirk.” Equius places a hand on Dirk’s chest. “I want to do this.”
“Are you sure? ‘Cause I’d hate to pressure you into-“
“You’re not pressuring me into anything. This-“ Equius holds up the dildo. “-is a work of art. My nook has been wet ever since I saw it. I would feel honored to put this in my body.”
Dirk chuckles a sigh of relief. “Wow, okay. Good to know.”
Equius takes his tank-top off. “Would it fit in your schedule to assist me tonight?”
“My schedule has been cleared for the next couple days.” Dirk opens a drawer, pulling out lube and nitrile gloves. “When did you last eat though? This guy’s going to need a lot of room and I don’t want things to get messy.”
“I haven’t eaten since breakfast, though I would be okay with a full cleanse.” Equius pulls down his shorts, his boxers straining against his already unsheathed bulge.
Dirk pulls a thick syringe out of the drawer as well. “Hands on the headboard when I get back.”
Equius carefully places his boxers in a pile with the rest of his clothes, kneeling on the plastic covering the platform. Cool air brushes against his nook and wastechute as he exposes himself, waiting for Dirk to return.
“500 milliliters.” Dirk enters the respiteblock with a full syringe. “And a nice thick plug to hold it in.”
Dirk pours lubricant down Equius’ crack, rubbing against his hole with a gloved finger.
Equius’ breath hitches. “I’m ready.”
Dirk slips the tip of the syringe into Equius, waiting a second before slowly pushing the plunger, warm water filling him up.
Equius exhales slowly, relaxing into the warmth of the water and the feeling of Dirk’s hand rubbing his thigh.
“Not too hot?”
“It’s perfect.”
Equius can feel the cramp start to work its way through his body, holding still and remembering to breathe until the pain subsides.
“Look at that,” Dirk runs his hand over Equius’ stomach. “Took all of it like a champ.” He removes the syringe and Equius barely has a second to clench before Dirk is working a plug into his ass, one of the thickest ones in his collection.
“How’s that?” Dirk asks once the plug is in all the way, liquid trapped inside.
Equius moans into the platform, his bulge thrashing. Dirk brushes Equius’ hair out of his face. “I started a timer for 15 minutes. Wanna roll over so I can ride that bulge?”
Equius carefully moves, slowly laying on his back, feeling the way the water moves inside him. Dirk steps out of his pants, kneeling over Equius’s bulge. He slides a thick ring over it, settling around the base and hitting the sheath, unable to retract.
Dirk sinks down slowly, allowing the bright blue bulge to lick his folds and smear slurry down his thighs.
Equius places his hands on Dirk’s hips, squeezing and running over the soft flesh, encouraging Dirk to go down farther, bulge straining to go deeper.
Dirk pinches Equius’ grubscars as he bounces on the tip of the blue bulge, teasing. “Make some noise for me, big guy, tell me how bad you want it.”
Equius chirrs deep in the back of his throat, bucking his hips into Dirk. “Please…”
Dirk sinks another inch, placing a hand on Equius’ stomach to keep him in place, putting pressure on the water inside.
Equius whimpers loudly, his toes curling into the platform as Dirk starts to circle his hips, slowly spiraling deeper, still not fully seated. He pulls back up till only the thin tip remains inside, clenching tightly around it.
“Dirk, please,” Equius pants. “I- I need it. I need you . I- I-“
“Shhhhh,” Dirk runs a hand through Equius’ hair, bobbing up and down on the tip. “I need to prep myself too, y’know, you’re not exactly small.”
“You’re teasing. I know you can take the whole thing,” Equius whines.
Dirk chuckles softly. “Okay, yeah, I was teasing a little bit.” He lifts off completely before plunging back down, taking the bulge to the ring around the base, sitting in Equius’ lap.
Equius covers his mouth to hide a broken moan, pleasure racking his body, Dirk also panting, pressing a hand to the slight bulge beneath his stomach.
Dirk grinds down hard, making Equius hiss as he feels fluid displaced in his wastechute. Dirk circles his hips before rising again, working up a steady place, fucking himself hard on Equius’ bulge.
Equius grips Dirk’s waist, pulling and pushing him to help keep the speed, watching Dirk’s usually straight face falter, little hiccups and gasps taking over his vocal chords.
Dirk rubs his clit frantically as Equius takes more control, thrusting into him and squeezing his thighs hard enough to bruise, pressure building in his gut but unable to cum due to the ring around his bulge.
Equius watches as Dirk stiffens up, throwing his head back and rubs his clit faster until he starts clenching rhythmically around the bulge, legs and hands shaking as Equius slows down.
Dirk gasps for air, hot cum dripping down his thighs onto Equius’ stomach.
“God…” Dirk pants, letting the thick bulge slide out of him. “How’re you holding up like this?”
Equius’ bulge is thick with slurry, jumping at the lightest touch. “I think I might be ready.”
“Yeah?” Dirk slides past his wet nook, pushing against the plug, watching Equius’ face screw up in discomfort. “Okay, c’mon, let’s get to it.”
Dispelling the dirty water almost felt dehumanizing the first time Equius had to do it, embarrassed that Dirk was watching him.
Now Dirk carefully slides the plug out, tying Equius’ hair back in a ponytail while he sits on the loadgaper.
“Do you really think you’ll be able to take the whole thing?”
Equius leans into Dirk’s soft touches. “Yes. I feel more than capable.”
They head back to the platform, Dirk carrying the large toy. “Handcuffs for this, I don’t want you to thrash around and hurt yourself.”
Equius quietly obeys, holding out his hands while Dirk chains them up. Equius’ bulge leaks steady blue onto the plastic sheet beneath him, pooling around his knees.
Using a different syringe from earlier, Dirk injects lube into Equius’ hole, the cold fluid not going as far as the water, leaking out of his stretched hole.
“I know you’re already pretty loose but,” Dirk slicks up his hand. “A little extra prep never hurts.”
Keeping his fingers close and pointed, Dirk starts to slide his hand into Equius, who stutters and whines into the platform.
Dirk rotates his hand, spreading his fingers so Equius can feel his movements hitting his intestines through the tissue. He pushes deeper, past the widest part of his hand, Equius clenching around Dirk’s wrist with a muffled cry.
“Hurts?” Dirk pauses, slipping a hand between Equius’ legs to squeeze his bulge.
“A slight stretch,” Equius gasps, his voice high and breathy. “No need to stop.”
Dirk carefully starts to pull out, working the lube into the hole and starting a slow, steady, in and out thrusting that makes Equius’ used bulge thrash.
“I- I feel close,” Equius mutters, his hands tight fists and his toes curled.
“You won’t be able to cum with that ring on,” Dirk assures him, rubbing circles into the base. “If it gets to be too much I can take it off, but you’re basically going to be on the edge for the rest of the night.”
“Th- ah. That’s perfect.” Equius clears his throat, trying to cover his moan.
Dirk slowly removes his hand, watching as Equius’ hole gapes, fluttering, begging for more stimulation.
“The head’s the thickest part, other than the base of course.” Dirk connects the syringe to the tubing at the bottom of the toy, pushing the plunger until lube beads at the head of the cock. “Just try to relax yourself as much as possible.”
Equius takes long, deep, breaths as Dirk rubs the head against his hole, spreading the lube. He puts pressure on the hole, not quite pushing the toy in, and Equius’ stomach starts to feel queasy at the size of it. He’s certain he’s taken things that thick before, but they have always tapered. Something so blunt and wide will require a lot of force to insert.
Dirk angles the toy, trying to pry Equius’ open using the edge of the flat head. He slips a finger in and pulls to open it wider, Equius feeling some of the silicone slip inside.
Dirk pushes, holding the toy close to the head so that it doesn’t slip, though it just pushes against Equius’ skin, his hole struggling to match the width.
Dirk twists it and Equius bites his lip to hide his cry of pain as he feels the toy start to slip in, suddenly sliding a few inches deep at the lack of resistance.
“Holy shit,” Dirk runs a finger around the tight rim of the hole. “How’s it feel?”
Equius struggles to speak for a minute, keeping his breath steady as the burning starts to subside, his stretching rim starting to acclimate to the sudden width.
“‘s good. Need a minute.”
Dirk nods, moving to stroke Equius’ bulge, slowly squeezing up and down the length of it, thumbing the tip lightly until Equius gasps with pleasure.
He massages his fingers into the base and slips one underneath the tight ring, allowing Equius a moment of relief from the constant pressure. Equius pulls at his cuffs, desperately wanting grab Dirk and fuck him again, anything to satisfy the hot lust in the pit of his stomach.
Dirk keeps one hand on Equius’ bulge but slowly starts to play with the dildo again, rotating it carefully, slowly thrusting the head in and out, going a little deeper with each inward thrust.
Dirk strokes his bulge in time with the thrusts, a much slower pace than either of them are used to, but Equius whispers breathy moans and silent pleas into the platform.
Equius feels one of the rings around the toy bump against his hole, one third of the dildo seated inside him.
“How’re you holding up?” Dirk pushes the plunger on the syringe and more lube shoots out of the tip of the toy, coating Equius’ insides.
“I want to cum,” Equius whines, spreading his legs further for Dirk. “But I do not wish to stop.”
“How many do you think you can handle tonight?” Dirk fiddles with the ring on Equius’ bulge.
“As many as it takes,” Equius’ hips jump as Dirk slides the ring off the length of his bulge, the pressure that had settled behind his bulge suddenly apparent.
Dirk pulls most of the toy out, leaving only the head in before thrusting it back in, the thick rib stretching his hole for a moment before popping in.
It takes three more deep thrusts before Equius’ breath hitches, a broken sob escaping his throat as his bulge thrashes.
Dirk places a bucket between Equius’ legs just as his nook starts to spasm and leak, his hole also clenching tightly around the toy as his bulge leaks into the bucket.
Dirk digs his palms into Equius’ muscular shoulders, working out any unwanted tightness as Equius blinks back tears of pure pleasure, drooling slightly onto the platform.
Dirk removes the bucket with a low whistle, setting it aside. “Almost overflowed. You sure you have enough in you for a second one?”
Equius can’t answer, still trying to catch his breath. His bulge starts to retract and he’s surprised for a moment that Dirk is letting it, until he feels a sheath plug brush against his tip, forcing his flaccid bulge back into its swollen sheath.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Dirk says and Equius’ feels a hard plastic vibrator slide between the lips of his nook, much tighter with the toy pressing against it.
The vibrator slides all the way in, settling against his seedflap. Dirk pulls a remote out of his pocket and the vibe springs to life, a low buzzing deep inside.
Equius hisses through his teeth, still sensitive from his orgasm, but he shifts his hips and it becomes bearable.
Dirk squeezes more lube out of the toy before putting some pressure on it. “Recovered?”
Equius nods, trying to spread his legs farther as Dirk slides the next section of the toy in, Equius gasping as he feels it rub against his trapped bulge.
Dirk fucks him slowly with half the dildo, mainly focusing on the vibrator in Equius’ nook, the vibrations steadyly getting stronger until Equius swears he can feel them reaching the toy in his ass.
His bulge starts to strain against the sheath plug, which only makes his nook feel tighter.
Dirk carefully pulls the dildo out, tugging it sharply to make the fat head pop out, Equius gasping high-pitched.
“ Wow , look at that,” Dirk runs his hands over Equius’ ass. “You’re beautiful.” Equius feels a few fingers lightly touch his stretched rim. He can feel how open he is, feeling the cold air inside him.
Dirk lines the head of the toy up with his hole again, barely pushing before it slides in, sinking the toy deep, past the first section.
Equius' mouth gapes but no sound comes out, his eyes fluttering shut as Dirk continues his deep thrust, picking up the pace.
He can feel another orgasm sneaking up on him, his nook already pulsing around the vibrator as Dirk drives the toy in fast enough to make Equius thrash, pulling at his cuffs, the headboard creaking.
“Dirk-“ Equius’ voice cracks and he has to clear his throat. “I’m-“
His words turn into a loud whine, hips thrusting into the platform as slurry fills his sheath, trapped by the plug. His nook squeezes the vibrator and Equius can feel Dirk turn it higher and Equius howls, his body shaking.
Dirk doesn’t stop thrusting the toy until Equius’ cries of pleasure turn into light pants and sniffles, the vibrator’s intensity dropping and the toy coming to a halt about 2/3’s of the way deep.
Dirk tucks another bucket between Equius’ legs before sliding a finger in his sheath, breaking the seal and pulling the plug out quickly, Equius’ limp and over-sensitive bulge hanging loosely.
Dirk fingers Equius’ nook, pulling out the vibrator, and starts undoing the handcuffs. “I’ll start running a bath-“
“No-“ Equius interrupts, his voice hoarse.
Dirk pauses. “You- did you want-?”
“I want to take the whole thing.” Equius explains, his hands shaking as they’re freed from their restraints. “You put a lot of effort into it, and I-“
“I said I wouldn’t be offended if you couldn’t take the whole thing-“
“But I can .” Equius insists.
Dirk sighs, running a hand through Equius’ ponytail. “Okay, okay. Do you want to change positions at all? Do your knees hurt?”
“No, I’m ready.” Equius places his hands beneath his head as a sort of cusion.
Dirk slides his hand down Equius back, grabbing the toy where it had begun to slip out. He pulls it most of the way out, pouring more lube on it before sliding it into the second ring, Equius’ moaning as it stretches his rim.
“It starts to get thicker down at the base,” Dirk twists it, the textures lighting up Equius’ insides. “So we’ll take it slow.”
Equius barely notices the slight burn as the toy gradually gets wider, instead feeling an almost uneasy chill in his stomach, like his body has just started to realize how deep it was going. It’s longer than anything Equius has ever taken and every inch has him gasping as the thick head rubs against new pleasure areas, clusters of nerves that he’s never reached before.
His used bulge starts to perk up, lazily curling into a knot against Equius’ thigh. With his now free hands, Equius reaches for his bulge, jumping as his calloused fingers rub against the sensitive flesh.
The toy gets pushed deeper and Equius’ eyes screw shut, Dirk rubbing his thigh. “Almost there.”
Equius pinches the tip of his bulge, guiding it backwards until it brushes against his wet nook. The bulge quickly sinks into the crevice and Equius grips the plastic sheet tightly at the sensation of being overstuffed, Dirk pushing the final few inches of the dildo into him, the balls at the base resting against his nook.
Equius rests his hand on his stomach and Dirk places his hand on top.
“It’s a lot.” Dirk mutters, rubbing circles with his thumb.
“It’s just enough,” Equius whispers.
Dirk pushes the plunger on the syringe till it’s empty, lube shooting deep into Equius’ hole. Dirk pulls back slightly, small quick thrusts that barely move the toy an inch deep.
He twists every now and then, pulling back and rotating until Equius’ rim is stretched wide by the fat tip again before inserting the whole thing in one quick motion before returning to the smaller, fast thrusting.
With every slight movement in his ass, Equius can feel it in his nook, his bulge stretching and swelling as it gets rubbed by the toy through the thin membrane that separates them. Equius can’t tell if he’s cum a third time, his body constantly spasming under the constant barrage of pleasure.
Even when Equius does cum, a final dripple of deep blue hitting the plastic, Dirk doesn’t stop. He keeps up the rhythm, fucking deep and long and short and fast. When Equius’ bulge slips out of his nook, Dirk grabs it before it can retract, pressing his thumb into the sensitive tip.
Equius drools onto the platform, his mouth stuck in a silent moan, eyes screwed shut. There’s not enough time to come down from the high, constantly bliss wracking his body.
Eventually Dirk takes pity on Equius, pulling the dildo all the way out, thick lube leaking out of the stretched hole. It almost hurts to be so empty.
Equius hears Dirk step away, the sound of the abulation tub turning on following.
“Do you think you can move at all?” Dirk asks, hands on his hips as he assesses the situation.
“Mhm.”
“Yeah, okay.” Dirk rolls Equius onto his back, Equius cringing as a patch of cold slurry hits his skin.
Equius manages to get his legs underneath him and with some help from Dirk they stumble to the tub, Equius hissing as his abused ass and bulge hit the hot water.
“Stay in there as long as you like,” Dirk washes his hands in the sink. “I’ll go prep something for dinner then come back to help wash you up.”
Equius’ eyes flutter shut and he sinks up to his ears in the water, his hair spreading out around him. He can feel lube still leaking out of his ass and the water is already tinted blue.
He’s not sure how long he sits there before Dirk returns.
“There’s a frozen pizza in the oven, we’ve got maybe like 30 minutes to clean you up.”
Equius sits up, wincing as his ass makes contact with the hard porcelain. He quickly forgets about it as Dirk begins to shampoo his hair, fingers massaging his temples, behind his ears, and the back of his neck, rinsing carefully to keep the water out of his eyes.
Dirk applies the conditioner closer to the end of Equius’ hair, keeping it out of the water to let the conditioner sit, moving to scrub at the slurry caked onto his inner thighs, carefully inserting a finger into his sheath to clean out some of the excess slurry.
Dirk rinses the conditioner and starts to drain the tub, using the showerhead to get rid of any remaining chunks of slurry.
Equius manages to dress himself in some exceptionally baggy clothes before finding Dirk in the living room, setting up a movie, the couch layered with extra cushions and blankets.
“Anything in particular you wanna watch?” Dirk scrolls through Netflix. “ Titanic? Have you seen that one?”
“I have no preference,” Equius lays horizontal, careful of his ass, stretching with a loud yawn. “I cannot promise I will stay awake.”
“Eh, it’s kind of predictable anyway. It’s about a, quote, ‘unsinkable ship.’ You’ll never guess what happens.”
Equius chuckles softly. “And you say troll movies are predictable.”
Dirk sits on top of Equius’ legs. “Only when they put the whole fucking story in the title.”
He presses play on the remote and the movie starts, Equius’ eyes already starting to flutter shut.
Something beeps from the kitchen and Dirk jumps up. “You said you hadn’t eaten since breakfast so I made two pizzas, you’ve gotta be hungry by now.”
As if suddenly reminded, Equius’ stomach growls. “I didn’t notice earlier, perhaps because I was so full of… something else.”
Dirk snorts from the kitchen, returning with two plates, stacked high with slices. “Go ahead, dig in. And don’t worry if we don’t finish both pizzas, they’re even better the next day.”
They sit close to each other on the small couch, the mess in the other room slowly fading to the back of Equius’ mind, the bright lights of the TV numbing his brain and warm dinner in his stomach.
He’s asleep in minutes.