Diary Of The Bent

Noah’s POV

I lasted three days.

Three days of walking around with the memory of that thick black cock stretching my ass open. Three days of feeling phantom thrusts every time I sat down. Three days of getting hard at the worst possible moments because my body wouldn’t stop replaying the way Bella had fucked me—steady, deep, relentless—while Lila held my hair and called me a needy bitch.

I told myself it was a one-time thing. Experiment. Heat of the moment. 

Then Thursday night I found myself parked outside an adult store on the edge of town, engine still running, staring at the neon sign like it might judge me.

It didn’t.

I went in wearing a baseball cap pulled low. The place smelled like latex and cheap incense. I walked straight to the back wall where the toys were, heart kicking against my ribs. I didn’t browse. I knew what I wanted. Something thick. Something that would stretch me the way she had. Something with a flared base so I wouldn’t lose it inside myself like an idiot.

I grabbed a heavy, realistic one—veined, about the same girth as the strap-on, maybe a little longer—and a bottle of thick lube. The cashier didn’t even blink when I paid cash. Just bagged it and said, “Have a good night.”

I drove home too fast.

The second the door locked behind me I was stripping. Shirt, jeans, boxers—everything hit the floor. I didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I dropped to my knees on the living-room rug, tore the packaging open with my teeth, and slicked the dildo until it glistened.

I started on all fours.

The first push made me hiss. My hole was still a little tender from Bella, but the burn felt good. Familiar. I worked the head in slowly, breathing through it, until it popped past the tight ring of muscle. My cock jumped hard against my stomach. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until the entire thing was buried and the base was pressed flush against me.

“Fuck…”

I stayed like that for a long minute, just feeling full. Then I started to move.

Short strokes at first. Then longer. Deeper. The wet sound of the dildo sliding in and out of my ass filled the quiet apartment. Every thrust dragged over that spot inside me that made my thighs shake. I dropped to my elbows, ass high, and fucked myself harder. The base slapped against my skin. My cock leaked steadily onto the rug, untouched.

I thought about Bella’s hands on my hips. 

The way she’d driven into me without mercy. 

Lila’s voice calling me a bitch while I took it.

My pace turned rough. I was panting, sweating, chasing the same edge they’d pushed me over. When I came it was sudden and violent—thick ropes shooting across the rug while my ass clenched hard around the dildo. I kept it buried through the aftershocks, grinding back on it until the last spurt left me.

I should have stopped there.

I didn’t.

I pulled the toy out, slick and shiny, then immediately pushed it back in. This time I stayed on my side, one knee pulled up, and fucked myself slower. Deeper. I wanted to feel the stretch linger. I wanted my hole to remember. Every time the thick head dragged out and pushed back in, a low sound escaped my throat.

By the second orgasm my ass was starting to feel swollen and sensitive. By the third I was face-down on the rug, hips rolling, the dildo buried to the base while I stroked my cock in tight, mean pulls. Cum painted my stomach and the floor. My hole fluttered and clenched around the toy like it didn’t want to let go.

I finally stopped when my thighs were shaking too hard to keep going. I left the dildo inside me and just lay there, breathing hard, feeling the heavy stretch and the slow leak of lube down my balls. My ass felt used. Puffy. Open.

I reached back and touched the rim where it was stretched around the base. It was hot. Swollen. Sensitive to the lightest brush of my fingers.

A rough laugh escaped me.

Three days. 

That was all it took for one night with Bella and Lila to turn me into this—on my own floor, ass full of silicone, already wondering how soon I could get them to do it again.

I didn’t pull the dildo out right away. 

I just stayed there, fucked-out and aching in the best way, and let the swell settle in.