Chapter 16 #2
“Good, Scott,” Thomas murmured. “That was one.”
“One,” he gasped.
Thomas made an affirmative noise. “And I want at least five. I would say it gets easier each time, but I don’t think it does, you just get more…detached.”
Scott closed his eyes. He could already feel it building again, the hot, heavy feeling in his lower belly. He couldn’t stop it. It was going to make him come over and over. He groaned, with both desire and dread. He wanted the orgasm, but not what came next.
“Let it fuck you, Scott. Let it own your dick, make you come.”
Thomas’s running commentary was helping Scott’s orgasm along, and it was already racing towards him.
“Tell me when you’re clo –”
“I’m close,” Scott blurted, moving his hips. “I’m… I’m there. Oh God, I’m there.”
The bed dipped, the angle changed on his dick, and Scott opened his eyes in time to see Thomas kneeling beside his hip, second camera in one hand while he held the top of the pump in the other.
“Let’s see it, let’s see it make your beautiful cock throb.”
Scott groaned, biting his lip. He stared up at the ceiling because it was too much to look at Thomas licking his lips by his trapped cock. His abs contracted, and he whimpered as his arousal climbed to its peak.
“Yeah, baby,” Thomas cooed.
Scott’s lashes fluttered, thinking the pet name was meant for him, but Thomas continued. “That’s it, suck his dick, be greedy with him.”
He spoke to the toy, growing enthused at it taking Scott apart, and Scott had no idea how that was more arousing than being spoken to by Thomas himself, but it was.
One more pump, and he was coming again.
Scott bit his tongue not to moan.
“You won’t be able to stop moaning and whimpering by the end.” Thomas chuckled softly. “That’s the shot, right there. I love that your cum is so fucking thick, Scott. It looks so good on camera.”
Scott tossed his head left to right on the pillow. “Fuck, Thomas. Don’t…don’t talk, it makes it worse.”
“Worse? It makes it better from where I’m standing,” Thomas slurred his words. “It’s getting so much out of you. You’re a comer, no doubt about it, and a beautiful one at that.”
If Scott wasn’t being fucked out of his own mind, he would’ve shoved his fingers in his ears.
He gritted his teeth, straining again as every nerve in him screamed out to stop the machine. He twitched, he writhed, and at one point, he whimpered.
Even with his eyes closed, he felt the room spinning and insanity clawing its way in. He hated the pump, he hated it so much, but he wasn’t going to yank it off.
“I love the shape of your perfect cockhead, so flushed and red.” Thomas let go of the pump. “But most of all, I love watching you be fucked by this thing.”
When pain gave way to pleasure once again, it felt so sudden, Scott gasped.
He loved the pump, he loved the swish of the lube and his cum around his cockhead.
He loved the sound of it getting louder, sucking him faster, and he loved Thomas gazing down at him with a smile which was either cruel or pleased, but it didn’t matter either way.
“I think you’re almost there…”
Scott wanted to ask Thomas what he meant, but he couldn’t; he couldn’t do much but stare up at a ceiling he could no longer see.
He was floating.
He was as high as a kite while his dick was fucked over and over.
Thomas stood by the bed, or at least Scott thought he did. “And I know you’re not faking this… You can’t fake this.”
Scott blearily looked down at his dick on his stomach being sucked and fucked and everything in between.
“Three more times,” Thomas said.
His voice sounded far away.
Scott’s eyes slid shut, and the next time his orgasm hit him, he couldn’t conceal his moan, or the whimpers afterwards when it got too much.
Scott lay on the bed, breathing hard with his eyes shut. He could still hear the pump working him, sucking him dry despite Thomas having turned the device off.
It still had a firm grip on him, though, and Thomas told him not to remove it himself.
Which was a blessing, Scott didn’t think he could move.
His body hurt.
His stomach cramped.
His throat tickled with dryness.
“I’m going to get it off you now, okay?”
Scott nodded.
Thomas’s fingers were cold as he gently pressed on Scott’s skin where the device had hold of him. It broke the seal with a slurping sound, which probably should’ve been embarrassing but Scott didn’t care.
He didn’t care about much.
“Easy,” Thomas murmured. “I want to get the finishing shot.”
Scott opened his eyes and watched as Thomas eased the device off his dick. He was still half hard, and his overworked cock dropped to his belly with a wet smack. Thomas held the device, staring at the camera, waiting until Scott’s last load of cum dribbled out. There wasn’t much, two drops of cum.
Thomas put the pump aside on the bed, then without looking at Scott, he rubbed the cum into Scott’s skin. Thomas’s cool hands were heavenly, rolling against his cramping stomach, and Scott let his eyes drift shut again.
The last orgasm had been the hardest to achieve.
It had taken Scott a long time to peak, and when he finally did, Thomas let his dick jerk a few times before switching off the pump.
Scott didn’t have to endure the painful oversensitivity afterwards; Thomas let him have his last orgasm for free.
He’d thanked Thomas over and over, lost in the haze.
The mattress jolted as Thomas got up. He turned off the camera, then returned to the bed.
“Are you still away with the fairies?” Thomas asked.
Scott forced his eyes open. “I think the fairies have the right idea.”
Thomas shuffled up the bed to lean against the headrest.
Scott went to join him, but Thomas pushed a firm hand to his chest. “Stay there.”
Scott didn’t protest. He closed his eyes again.
When he next opened them, Thomas was still beside him, but he had his phone out and was flicking his thumb up the screen. Thomas frowned at his phone, looking in a word, furious. His eyes were narrowed, and his nostrils flared, and Scott reacted with a wounded noise he had no control over.
Thomas’s expression relaxed. “How are you doing?”
“Okay,” Scott croaked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Thomas shoved his phone back in his trousers.
“What are you doing sat there?” Scott asked.
“Waiting.”
“For what?”
“The fairies to stop keeping you hostage.” He smiled. “So…what did you think?”
Scott glanced down at himself. “I think…my dick looks like a chorizo sausage right now.”
“I happen to love chorizo.”
Scott laughed, rolling over to rest his head on Thomas’s thigh.
“The redness will fade as soon as your blood starts flowing back to your brain, but be careful in the shower. Try and avoid spraying your dick. It’ll hurt.”
Scott sat up. His shoulders, abs and neck were all aching from how he had strained when the machine had been torturing him from one orgasm to the next.
“Did it…”
Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Did it?”
“Look okay?” Scott swallowed. “I feel like I might’ve made an idiot out of myself.”
“No, Scott.” Thomas reached for a strand of Scott’s hair and tucked it behind his ear.
Scott’s sweaty hair clung to the sides of his face, and the sheen on his chest gave him a slight sparkle. “You looked incredible like that. It was…” Thomas wiped his forked tongue across his bottom lip. “Exactly what I was hoping for.”
“Things got kind of hazy after the second time. I don’t remember much, and what I do remember…” His cheeks burned. “I didn’t feel like me… I didn’t act like me.”
“Because it wasn’t an act or a performance, that was you getting your dick fucked over and over and loving it…” Thomas smirked. “Most of it.”
Scott knocked his knee into the pump. “That thing is brutal.”
“No. Not that thing,” Thomas said, leaning closer, “Me. I was the one in control of it. I made you twitch and beg and curse and plead. I’m the one who made you ache like that.”
Scott scratched a patch of cum off his chest. “I’d…better go shower.”
Thomas nodded. “Don’t lock the door.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t lock it.” Thomas turned his attention back to his phone. “It’s a late lunch. I’ll get it ready while you’re showering.” He hesitated. “Fifteen minutes, then I come looking for you.”
“I’m not going to…you know, drop… It’s called sub drop for a reason, and I’m no submissive.”
Thomas shrugged. “Still, fifteen minutes is what I’m allowing you.”
He got up, gave Scott the once-over, then left the room.