Paul seemed taken with the medical aspect of it all; he took special care to lay out all of the tools for the scene on a shiny metal tray in a neat and tidy row – little packages of sterile surgical lube, needles in their blister packs, small corks and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. As he fished through a drawer on his desk, I plucked his box of blue nitrile gloves from his bedside safer sex supply stash and placed them beside his shiny metal tray. As I continued to wait patiently, I reflected to myself how the box of gloves made the setup look less sexy from a visual perspective, and yet from a safer-sex-is-hot standpoint it upped the slowly developing scene to a truly delicious level of anticipatory sensuality.
“I just need to decide what ones to use. Too small is boring but some of these are too big…” He explained, turning around clutching a bundle of long, metal sticks in his hand. It was my first time seeing rosebud sounds in person, but I was familiar with what they looked like, in general – swollen pills attached to thin metal chopsticks. I was taken aback at how insanely wide some of them actually were – clearly the limits of the human body far exceeded the limits of my imagination in the “how big can your urethra stretch” realm. As I reflected on the dedication presumably involved in achieving penetration by the larger of the sound sizes, Paul selected a few that were still, admittedly, larger than I would have thought reasonable, explaining that he had a ‘usual’ one and liked to challenge himself with one larger if things were going well. That sort of go-getter attitude is probably what makes using those largest sounds in the set eventually possible for those so inclined and dedicated.
“And, we can use this one on you!” He exclaimed, pulling me from my inner dialogue and making me laugh a little nervously. “Only if you want to try it, of course.” He continued, smiling, his eyes sparkling and piercing right through my hesitation into the deviant within. Paul was very talented at convincing me to do things I wasn’t exactly considering at the outset, by laying them out there as almost a challenge and smiling that impish smile. With him I constantly found myself doing things I hadn’t anticipated. There was no coercion or forceful boundry pushing, he was simply talented at picking up on the fact that items on my maybe list that were moving towards yes, and equally talented at presenting me with ideas I hadn’t even really considered – be it needles sliding through my nipples, anal fisting, an unanticipated fist-my-girlfriend-for-me ‘threesome’, or (in this case) sounding.
“You’ll probably want to, you know…” He said, off hand, as he smoothed out a blanket on his bed and then started to undress. He was right, of course – the high I was about to get from watching him squirm as the sounds plunged into his body would eventually arouse a primal hunger within me, the sort that could only be sated by biting into the unknown. He knew it, and I suppose if I were being truly honest, I knew it too.
And so we got down to it. Paul, the wonderful sport that he was, had agreed to let me stick 16G needles into his foreskin. The thing about 16G needles is that they are pretty freaking big – almost the size of needles used for ear piercing, and much much bigger than anything a doctor would use for a shot. They also sport light purple barrels – a really pretty color that I’ve always found quite fetching. Most of the people I have every play pierced with have, at some point, turned down my offer of 16G needles due to their size. But I always ask, because you never know till you ask, and there is really nothing better than the groans they cause – long, slow, deep, sensual – and nothing more alluring than that cheerful purple barrel perched on top of puckered skin practically begging to be released into the dollop of red blood that always follows. But every good piercing scene needs buildup, so while the 16′s were beckoning to me in their crinkled blister packs I instead grabbed a green barreled 21 and announced to Paul that I was going to put this through his sternum.
Slowly and decisively, the needle slid beneath his skin. There’s not much flesh over the sternum on anyone, but Paul’s chest is particularly taut. I went as slowly as I possibly could, watching him intently as the needle slipped beneath his skin and popped free again, raising a welt in its wake. I followed up with two more needles, piercing through that same welt, making sure to find the path of most resistance -needles clashing into needles – while Paul uttered curses mixed with promises of retaliatory piercings in scenes to come. Paul and I always switched with one another, and our dynamic kept that push and pull prominent. This scene would inevitably serve as foreplay for the next, when the tables would be turned and I would come to regret some of my meaner needle tricks.
Soon enough, however, the air became heavy as we slipped into our roles, temporarily leaving the sparring behind. I pinched his foreskin, pulling it up away from the glans, eyeing the landscape and planning needle placement. I started him easy with a 21G needle, slipping it through at an angle so that the barrel sat off to the side but hovered over the head. Paul’s breathing deepened dramatically as he zoned out, and I took advantage of the escallating high by follow up with two 16G needles, placed so that the three needles circled his cock head as three points on an equilateral triangle. I spent time lingering over him, pulling the needles to and fro while twisting, and using them as handle to stretch his foreskin up higher and higher. His breathing, which was heavy to begin with, became thick and deep as he threw himself into the sensations. Between gasps, he started to beg.
“Sound me. Please. Sound me.”
It took some serious self control to not pause there indefinitely, joyously pulling those needles again and again, reveling in the begging and the gasping and the moaning. To do so would have been outside the bounds of our agreed upon scene, and besides, part of me was thirsting for the main event. But it was delicious and I did pause, aching deep within as he begged and begged…
Slowly and carefully, I lessened the play on the needles and brought him more and more back to reality. I needed him with me to give direction and feedback during the sounding, I couldn’t just send him into space and drive however I pleased. It was impressive to witness his ability to teach while hovering at the edge of ecstasy, showing me how to lube the sound and how to slip it into his eager and hungry cock. He was barely keeping it together as he let is drop down slowly, with only gravity aiding its descent, and he gasped and shuddered as he pulled it back up, the dropped it down, then back up and slowly out again.
“Please. Sound me. Please”
I took the wand from him, and carefully dipped it into a fresh package of surgical lube. His heavy lidded eyes watched me intently as I placed the rosebud at the mouth of his urethra. Without any resistance, or any real effort, the sound entered him, his cock gulping it down hungrily like a deep throating porn star. My hands, inwardly shaky, steadied the sound as it was gobbled down his greedy cock. I struggled to take it all in while remaining composed and in control; the feeling of the sound being pulled down his cock was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. As I watched, Paul succumbed to the sensations and his body began to oscillate on waves of pleasure as I slowly guided that sound down, down, down, then up abruptly up once again, almost pulling free before dropping, steadily once again. His ragged breathing filled the air as he moaned in time with my movements.
“Please. Sound me. Please.” He moaned, as if in a trance. “Please…Bigger…Please…”
And before too long, I was guiding the largest of the three he’d selected into his ravenous cock, watching in a trance as the bulge of the rosebud slid slowly down his shaft. Lost in his own world, Paul continued to beg, his gasps rattling out “Please” as my increasingly confident manipulations of the sound brought it down as deep as it would go, then up again to the tip, and then in and out of the tip – teasing, testing…