Chapter 10 #2
And Scott did, it sent pleasant tingles south, but when paired with Thomas telling him he’d done good, those tingles reached his crotch and filled out his cock.
“Stop,” Thomas hissed.
Scott gasped, letting go of his nipple.
“Brush your hand up your throat, stroke your neck.”
When Scott swallowed, he found the lump that had been steadily growing there had gone. He ran his fingers along his neck, and beneath his jaw.
Thomas hummed, not happy with the results. Scott didn’t show any sensitivity there. He wasn’t a neck guy. It wasn’t a big deal.
“Try your fingertips,” Thomas said. “Dig them in a little, use your nails, scratch them up your neck towards your ear.”
Scott shivered as his nails bit into his skin. The side of his neck exploded with sensitivity, running a path of goosebumps right down his arm.
“There we go,” Thomas murmured. “The other side too.”
Scott’s nails had the same effect again, spreading a rush of awareness through his skin. The hairs on his arms lifted. His skin tightened, and he heard the beat of his heart getting louder.
“Use your hand like that down your body.”
Scott scratched his nails between his pecs down to his abs. He bit his lip at his body’s reaction, the unconscious shudder.
“Not so hard,” Thomas warned. “We don’t want to damage that beautiful skin of yours.”
Scott relaxed his hand, no longer using his nails but the tips of his fingers to stroke his skin. It felt nice, relaxing even. The goosebumps were permanent, and he kept shivering, breath catching each time he did.
“Pinch your nipple again.”
Scott flinched at his own touch, thrusting his hips forward. It was his fingers and his nipples, but after stroking his skin until he was almost comatose, the sharp bite of pain shocked him.
“You really do like that, don’t you?”
Apparently, from the hot heaviness of Scott’s cock, he did.
He ached.
“Do you want to know how I can tell?” Thomas asked.
Scott was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question. He hoped it was. He was too distracted by his body to formulate a reply.
“You’re breathing harder,” Thomas said. “I can see your pulse at your neck.”
Scott swallowed. He could feel the pounding there too, the swish in his ears, the thud in his chest.
“Your skin is tight, sensitive, and that poor nipple you’ve pulled at has got a shade darker.”
The nipple in question throbbed, and Scott didn’t think, he didn’t wait for direction, he ran his hand up his body to twist it. Another gasp tore out of him as he arched his back.
“And your cock, Scott. It’s so fucking hard. It keeps slapping on your belly, leaving a wet mark. It needs your hand.”
Scott reached for it –
“But you’re not going to touch it yet.”
Scott furrowed his brow. A sound of distress he tried very hard to keep in somehow got past his lips.
Thomas chuckled.
“First, you’re going to torture your other nipple. I want it that darker shade. I want to know they’re both throbbing when you finally touch yourself.”
Scott did as he was told, tormenting his untouched nipple with pinches and twists.
He writhed on the bed, unable to stop himself.
Long minutes passed. His cock kept twitching.
He kept making noises he didn’t mean to, like sighs and gasps, but they were too soft to be picked up by the camera’s microphone.
“You’re a sticky mess, Scott.”
Thomas’s voice was low, almost angry. Scott twitched his eyebrows, about to open his eyes and check that it was only his voice – he’d not done something to upset him.
“It’s a fucking sight to see,” Thomas murmured, softly again. “You can touch your cock now, fuck into your fist.”
The wetness surprised Scott at first. One stroke of his cock and his hand was drenched in precum. It leaked out of him as he pumped, and he was sensitive, more sensitive than he expected.
“Fuck your hand.”
Scott moved his hips, chasing his orgasm, curling his toes. It wasn’t far away. He could feel it building, and he wanted it, not for the camera, or even Thomas, but for himself.
“Yes, Scott, yes, get yourself off.”
Scott gasped as he came onto his chest. The orgasm stretched and stretched with the background throb of his nipples and the tightness to his skin. His cum hit his chest, and he shivered, slowing the pace of his hand, enjoying the last jolts of his cock.
He let go, relaxing his shoulders and sinking into the bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come like that from touching himself.
“Really good.” Thomas chuckled.
Scott opened his eyes to find Thomas smiling, not at him, but at the camera, where he watched the footage back.
Cum ran down Scott’s side, and without taking his eyes off the screen, Thomas tossed Scott a wet washcloth to clean his chest. The cum was thick and had shot up to the hollow of Scott’s throat.
He thought he might burn with embarrassment at Thomas seeing him like that.
Scott himself didn’t even know what he looked like with his eyes shut, but the pleased smirk on Thomas’s face was the best kind of reassurance.
Scott, needing Thomas to praise him one last time, still asked him, though.
“Does it…look okay?” Scott asked.
“Yes, more than okay.” Thomas looked at him then. His smile remained intact. He winked. “Now we’re making porn, baby.”
Scott flung his arm over his eyes and laughed. Thomas laughed with him. Then it was a comfortable silence where Scott caught his breath and Thomas went over the footage again and again.
“How long do you need?” Thomas asked.
“For what?”
“Until you can go again?”
Scott removed his arm from his face. “I thought you said it was good.”
“Variety is the spice of life,” Thomas replied. “I want at least four takes like that.”
“Four!”
Thomas nodded. “Then I cut them all together, upload the best bits from each. Quality not quantity, remember?”
He put the camera back on the tripod, then switched on the fan he had positioned on the desk. It blew hot air over Scott’s skin.
“We need to get rid of those goosebumps, and we need a fresh start with those nipples. Put your palms over them.”
Scott slapped his hands to his chest.
“It’s the build-up that had you leaking like a tap; as long as we can recreate that, we’re good to go.”
Scott was pretty sure it wasn’t just the build-up that made him aroused. It was Thomas talking him through it in a low voice. Thomas telling him when he’d done something right. Thomas’s proud smile at the end when he’d checked the footage.
He had unlocked an unknown praise kink in Scott.
While Thomas fiddled about with the cameras, Scott sat up, stared down at his cock and raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”