"Unnnnnnff..." It was a rather jarring sensation for John to pull out of him while he was still in the midst of coming. He grunted when the plug was pushed into him. It was thick, thicker than himself, but not at wide as John, and he was so full that it displaced what was inside of him and even more leaked out of him, down his cheeks and thighs and onto the sheets.

He was filthy, wrecked, John was still painting his back, it seemed to never end. It was all over him now, back and sides and arse and thighs and legs and his own on his stomach and chest and hand.

"A-a-anything.." He gasped, his eyes pricking with tears. "Anything you want, Sir." He was falling fast. "D-d-o what you want with me... please... I am your slut.."