Frank takes a couple of seconds to rub his eyes after he puts the bags down. They're heavy as fuck.
Then he tilts his head to the side, because nope, it doesn't make any more sense the longer he looks at it.
There is indeed what appears to be carrots, stirring spoons, a few spatulas, and the neck of a beer bottle stuffed inside Peter's ass.
The sight makes his cock harden, because apparently the universe hates him, so Frank takes a deep breath and says, calmly, "Matt, is that safe?"
Matt's older and appears to be more in charge of Peter, so he decides to direct his voice towards him.
"I'm not sure what you mean, master?"
Frank tries again. "Did you use enough lube?" Because that's at least something he can focus on.
"As much as was sensible, master."
Frank sighs and puts his hands over his face. His voice comes out muffled when he says "Do we need more lube?"
"It would be nice to have more, master," and Frank realizes that that's Matt's way of seeing if Frank will actually hit him or not.
The answer is no, so Frank just sighs and says, "Matt, why don't you make a shopping list, and put lube at the top, please?"
It's both painful and hilarious to watch Matt calmly stand up and go start rummaging through cabinets, writing down what they need on a piece of paper. His handwriting looks slow and painful, but Frank's surprised--Matt knows how to write.
That indicates things about his past that perhaps Frank can use to help him.
In the meantime, there's still Peter, awkwardly bent over a stool with his ass full of things which Frank's pretty sure were not made for sex.
He double-checks that he's fully locked the door--he has--and then goes over to Peter.
"You okay?" he asks.
Peter wriggles his ass, and Frank can see his leaking cock. He ignored it.
Peter says, quietly, "I'm--I'm not hurt, master."
Well, that's good. Frank remembers a little more of the book, and says to both him and Matt, "You know that what I meant the other day was for general purposes, right? You both can orgasm whenever you want, any time."
There's a shock, horrifically awkward silence, and Frank then says to Peter, "These aren't exactly meant for this, let's get them out," and starts pulling out and quietly throwing away the things in his ass.
Frank thinks about what to do next, and his skin crawls with the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He stands up, says, "I'll be back in fifteen," and goes out to get them some halfway decent supplies for sex. He never wants to worry about them seriously hurting each other, even if the beer bottle makes his dick twitch even now.
FILL, Pt 8/?
Then he tilts his head to the side, because nope, it doesn't make any more sense the longer he looks at it.
There is indeed what appears to be carrots, stirring spoons, a few spatulas, and the neck of a beer bottle stuffed inside Peter's ass.
The sight makes his cock harden, because apparently the universe hates him, so Frank takes a deep breath and says, calmly, "Matt, is that safe?"
Matt's older and appears to be more in charge of Peter, so he decides to direct his voice towards him.
"I'm not sure what you mean, master?"
Frank tries again. "Did you use enough lube?" Because that's at least something he can focus on.
"As much as was sensible, master."
Frank sighs and puts his hands over his face. His voice comes out muffled when he says "Do we need more lube?"
"It would be nice to have more, master," and Frank realizes that that's Matt's way of seeing if Frank will actually hit him or not.
The answer is no, so Frank just sighs and says, "Matt, why don't you make a shopping list, and put lube at the top, please?"
It's both painful and hilarious to watch Matt calmly stand up and go start rummaging through cabinets, writing down what they need on a piece of paper. His handwriting looks slow and painful, but Frank's surprised--Matt knows how to write.
That indicates things about his past that perhaps Frank can use to help him.
In the meantime, there's still Peter, awkwardly bent over a stool with his ass full of things which Frank's pretty sure were not made for sex.
He double-checks that he's fully locked the door--he has--and then goes over to Peter.
"You okay?" he asks.
Peter wriggles his ass, and Frank can see his leaking cock. He ignored it.
Peter says, quietly, "I'm--I'm not hurt, master."
Well, that's good. Frank remembers a little more of the book, and says to both him and Matt, "You know that what I meant the other day was for general purposes, right? You both can orgasm whenever you want, any time."
There's a shock, horrifically awkward silence, and Frank then says to Peter, "These aren't exactly meant for this, let's get them out," and starts pulling out and quietly throwing away the things in his ass.
Frank thinks about what to do next, and his skin crawls with the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He stands up, says, "I'll be back in fifteen," and goes out to get them some halfway decent supplies for sex. He never wants to worry about them seriously hurting each other, even if the beer bottle makes his dick twitch even now.