Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
To say Chandler was excited for the evening would be an understatement.
It was Halloween. Chandler's favorite holiday, and this year he and his best friend Justin had truly outdone themselves. They were headed to his girlfriend Jessica's notorious Hallowed Halloween House Party, and Justin had copped a sumo suit. It was three sizes too big for either of them, but together they could fit inside and still zip it up. The fit was incredibly tight, but after practicing around their living room they were able to figure out a general pattern of moving. The costume, however would not just stop at sumo.
Because of the tightness and general uncomfortableness that came with being smushed inside a sumo suit, Chandler had wanted to come up with another, second plan once they got to his girlfriends place. The plan was to put on a strip show to get out of the sumo suit, and then strut around in speedo's the rest of the night. Both Chandler and Justin had been working on their fitness hard the last year, and wanted to show off the fruits of their labor.
"Here man, think fast" Chandler turned to see Justin tossing a bottle in his direction.
"What's this?"
"Baby oil. We wanna look good when we pop out that suit right?" Chandler could see that Justin had already oiled his entire body. The hard work of the past year had really paid off; Justin had a defined 6 pack and V pointing straight towards the bulge in his small blue speedo, a hint of dark hair creeping over the top. Chandler quickly averted his eyes, feeling embarrassed, and his asshole unconsciously clenched around the butt plug he had inserted earlier in the evening. Recently, his girlfriend had expressed interest in pegging, but as they explored Chandler couldn't help but imagine what a real dick might feel like. Now, seeing Justin oiled up, a host of confused feelings began to stir.
Chandler nodded and moved past Justin to his room. He began oiling himself down, starting with his arms and chest, and moving on to his back and legs. He oiled all the way up to the top of his thighs, where his own small speedo sat, and massaged oil in higher and higher. Jessica had made it clear tonight was to be the night he was taking the strap-on, and Chandler had waxed everything down below and did an enema in preparation. On a whim, his hand slid down the back of his speedo to remove the buttplug. It gave him a good amount of stimulation while walking, and getting a hard on while in the suit would be awkward. Lubed up with baby oil his fingers slipped around the base of the plug easily. Pulling slightly, the plug stretched him out, and he played a bit, pulling and pushing until it slid without resistance. With a slight moan he popped it out completely, and rubbed it around his hairless hole, breathing heavily. Thinking back to the sight of Justin glistening in baby oil, his cock twinged.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Chandler guiltily jerked his hand back, hearing a small rip. "Just a second", he called out.
"We gotta leave soon if we're gonna make the train, lets get this bad boy on!" Justin called out through the door.
Chandler slipped the butt plug back into his hiding place in his underwear drawer; he would clean it more thoroughly later. Twisting so he could see himself, he searched for any sign of a tear in his speedo, but couldn't find anything. Composing himself, Chandler grabbed a small baggie with a couple viagra pills and stepped back out into the living room. He wanted to be able to drink a lot and still perform tonight.
The sumo suit was made of an inner and outer suit, with some sort of padding in between. It had a zipper with a velcro strap cover to hide the metal. The padding was thick, and made the whole thing rather heavy to wear. In the front, where the fundoshi was was another hidden zipper and a pocket, which had a small flask inside already. Justin, slightly taller than Chandler, gestured for him to go in first. Chandler stepped in and slid his arms through the sleeves. He went to put in his small baggie, and realized he was also still holding on to the baby oil.
Just for good measure,
he thought, and added it to the pocket.
Justin stepped in behind him, carefully placing his feet outside of Chandlers. Even though Justin was taller, Chandlers legs were somehow longer. As Justin zipped them up, Chandler could feel his crotch pressing into the crack of his ass. This was closer they had ever been, with just the small speedos separating them. Because of the baby oil, their bodies slipped and slid against each other, and Chandler could feel the ass of his speedo getting wet.
"Alright," Justin said, maneuvering his arms through the sleeves. "Let's get this show on the road."
Even though they had been practicing, the first step proved the hardest. Chandler tried to step forward with his left foot, while Justin used his right. They lost their balance, and while Chandler tried to shoot his arms out to stop the fall, Justin tried to move his arms to the side to catch the couch. They ended up on their knees and elbows, Chandlers face inches from the carpet. Again, he thought he heard a slight ripping feeling coming from the back of his speedo. More than that, however, was the weight of Justin's body completely encompassing his own, and especially the feeling of his own ass raised, pressing against Justin's groin.
"Fuck," He laughed nervously, "let's try again slowly. Left leg first."
"And who made you captain?"
"I'm in front, it's my call."
Justin grumbled but followed his lead, and slowly they managed to stand up and make it towards the door. Eventually, they fell into a rhythm, with Chandler muttering "left, right", under his breath.
The October air was cold, but with the padding and the closeness of their bodies they both were sweating by the time they entered the subway station. It was about a 20 minute ride to Jessica's place, and Chandler had a feeling they were going to be drenched by the time they got there. While walking they took swigs from the flask, and had a good buzz going while waiting for the train.
Rounding the corner towards the platform, they saw another man dressed in a sumo costume. "We have to wrestle him," Justin immediately said, "Come on. HEY! Hey you! Let's go!" The other man was also clearly inebriated, and happily stumbled over towards them.
"Okay Chandler, sumo pose, right leg first." Justin was determined to do the thing properly, and raised their right legs before bringing them down into a squat. Right as they entered the deepest part of the squat was the biggest rip yet, and even in the confined suit Chandler was suddenly aware of an openness around his asshole that previously had not existed.
"What —" Justin started, having heard the ripping sound as well. Before Chandler could say anything, however, they were knocked off their feet by the drunk man, who had taken their squat as a sign of readiness. The sumo padding did its job, as the fall didn't hurt one bit. As before however, Chandler felt his body pressed intimately against Justin's, and he quickly raised his hips so Justin wouldn't notice the increase in skin to speedo ratio.
"Gerroff, get—" The drunk man was flailing on top of them, and it took a minute or so before both parties managed to get to a standing position. This time, Chandler noticed, his legs were to the outside of Justins. Almost as soon as they had stood, the train arrived. The drunk man wanted to go again, but his friends pulled him back, apologizing to Justin and Chandler.
"Come on, quick, before we miss the train." Chandler steered the two of them through the closest doors. Jessica lived closer to downtown than Chandler, and the car was full of people ready to go partying down by the bars. They had to squeeze themselves into the car, and with the extra padding Chandler was feeling slightly claustrophobic. He was continuing to try and aim his hips forward, his buttcheeks clenched, but even with the extra padding he didn't want to jab his crotch into some unsuspecting passenger. As a result, his back was pressed more into Justin, and he could feel Justin's chest rising and falling as he breathed. His arm was maneuvered towards the secret pocket, and Justin rummaged for the flask before bringing out the small baggie.
