Chapter 18 #2
Scott’s thighs were trembling. He dug his heels into the bed, stiffening his calves and thighs.
They were on fire as heat crept up from his toes.
He couldn’t stop shivering, and each time he did, the sensation climbed higher.
His hole twitched. His hips bore down, arching so much he was practically sitting on the vibrator, making a bridge out of his body.
Thomas ran a hand over Scott’s arched form, brushing from Scott’s belly all the way to his throat.
The jackhammering head inside Scott got quicker, flicking his prostate, moving up and down against it until Scott was seeing stars.
They were shooting towards him until his vision whited out.
Time and place no longer mattered; the world receded, closing in on itself until Scott could only feel the relentless thudding behind his belly button.
“God, you’re beautiful like this.”
Scott wanted to ask him to keep touching, keep stroking his skin.
But he didn’t have a voice, or the coordination to plead; instead, he whimpered like an animal until Thomas’s hand roamed his skin again, zeroing in on one of his nipples.
He circled it with his nail first, before twisting it and creating a moaning mess out of Scott.
Thomas chuckled and spread his hand across Scott’s chest.
The shivers and chills running through his body took away the touch.
Scott didn’t know what his dick was doing, didn’t know if Thomas had stopped the pump to take away all other distractions. He didn’t have to move, thrust, or chase; the vibrator was coming for him whether he liked it or not, and when it hit, it was gradual, given to him piece by piece.
It didn’t have the same velocity as his earlier orgasm; it was drawn out, more of a gentle ride than the steep climb and a rollercoaster drop, but Scott was lost to the sensation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his breathing stuttered.
Thomas put pressure on his belly, easing Scott down until he was flat on the bed again, where he was no longer straining his back and stretching his stomach.
“Your pussy loves it, doesn’t it…”
Thomas kept his hand on Scott for the entire time, encouraging him to take deep, slow breaths.
When that orgasm started to fade out, Scott became aware of his cock, still being pumped.
He was hard and aching, and it didn’t take long until his cock was spasming, shooting out cum that coated the inside of the pump.
The machine noisily sucked it up, and Thomas groaned like he’d been the one fucked and sucked from one orgasm to the next.
Sensitivity burned hot and fast like a thousand needles sent from hell to attack his dick, and yet again Thomas encouraged him through it, promised there was pleasure on the other side of hell, and when he reached it, the relief overwhelmed him.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Thomas warned, turning up the pump and the vibrator until Scott gasped and fisted the sheets.
The thought of what was to come both excited and terrified him.
Scott ached from head to toe. Even his eyelids were heavy with fatigue.
When he fluttered them open, his eyes scratched, as if he hadn’t used them in a while.
Thomas sat beside him on the bed, resting against the headboard with one hand in Scott’s hair and the other scrolling on his phone.
He didn’t comment on Scott’s impression of a newborn foal as he tried to shift onto all fours and failed.
Scott slumped back down into the mattress and smashed his cheek into Thomas’s thigh.
Thomas resumed absent-mindedly petting his hair.
Scott rested against him, getting his bearings without having to move.
His dick was no longer in a pump, and the vibrator had gone from his body; he clenched just to be sure, and there was nothing inside him apart from a deep-seated ache behind his belly button.
The cameras were also gone, and Thomas had pulled a sheet over him.
Scott furrowed his brow, thinking back to his last memory. There was pleasure, and pain, and Thomas’s arm wrapping around his shoulders, helping him to lift his head so he could look down at the bed, at himself being fucked by the pump.
Scott had felt boneless and flopped back onto Thomas’s arm to gaze up into emotionless snake eyes.
Then nothing.
A complete empty void.
Thomas scratched his nails against Scott’s scalp, causing his lashes to flutter.
“You back with me now?” Thomas asked.
“I was unaware I went anywhere.”
Thomas chuckled. “You definitely did, Scott.”
“Did I…did I faint?”
“Yes.”
Scott closed his eyes. “How mortifying.”
“I pushed you too far. I got…swept up in the moment.”
“I didn’t say balloon?”
“I would’ve stopped if you had, but still, I should’ve realised how close you were to blacking out.” Thomas swallowed. “I got greedy with you. I’m sorry.”
“I feel like I’ve been run over, repeatedly.”
“Not over, but through. Run through.”
Scott wetted his lips. “Did I fill your beaker?”
“Yes.”
Scott shivered with pride, and Thomas chuckled.
“What are you going to do with my cum?”
“That’s for me to know.”
Scott snorted softly. “It’s definitely not going to be vanilla.”
“I imagine it’s cum-flavoured unless you’re superhuman.”
“Ha. Funny.” Scott tried to sit up, but Thomas pushed him down by the shoulder.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” Thomas murmured.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re still too weak.”
“Weak?”
“Scott,” Thomas said sharply. “I’m effortlessly pinning you to my leg right now, don’t embarrass yourself by trying to sit up.”
Scott scoffed, then tried and failed, thumping down hard on Thomas’s thigh.
“I hurt.”
“And it’s no wonder, some of the shapes your body contorted into during that. At times, it looked more like an exorcism.”
Scott shut his eyes. The brief excursion of trying to sit up had made the room spin. “Fuck. You.”
“I just did.”
Scott groaned at the headache throbbing at his temples.
“There, there,” Thomas murmured, then resumed stroking Scott’s hair. It was damp against Scott’s forehead, and when he breathed, he could smell his sweat in the air.
“What are you reading?” Scott asked.
Thomas hummed. “Kingston Zoo is closing. They’re getting rid of the animals, but they’re older, unwanted, and there’s a sad-looking lion called Norman who’s tugging on my heartstrings.”
“A lion.”
“I’d have to see what licences I’ll need and permits. He’s quite old, has arthritis and high blood pressure. The alternative is he’s euthanised, which doesn’t seem fair to me.”
“But you don’t have an enclosure.”
“I’ll have one built, and in the meantime, he can live in one of the auction rooms.”
Scott gripped Thomas’s thigh. “Please say you’re joking.”
“I’m half joking.”
“Can I see him?”
Scott waved his hand above his head, but even that felt like a momentous effort.
Thomas handed him the phone, and Scott pouted at the old lion on the screen with a tatty mane and cataract in one eye.
“He looks like a right gentleman. Like he’d bow to you first out of respect before ripping your head off. ”
“Now I know you’re still high as a kite,” Thomas said, taking back the phone.
“I’m not.”
“I’ll build him the best retirement enclosure imaginable.” Thomas locked his phone. “But he is not my priority right now.”
“What is?”
Scott winced at the flick to the back of his head.
“I need to get some food and water in you.”
“I need a shower –”
“Forget the shower for now.”
“But I’m all sticky from lube and sweat.”
Thomas sighed. “You don’t have the strength to stand in the shower, even the bath is making me kind of nervous, in case you slip under the water.”
“I’m not that helpless.”
“Yes, you are. Washing is a hard no until you’ve drunk, eaten, and I’m comfortable leaving you on your own, which might be a while, considering you’ve wrapped both arms around my leg in a hug.”
Scott blinked when he realised Thomas was right; he had fixed himself to Thomas’s body like a limpet to a rock. “Shit…”
Thomas hummed. “I can’t bring in a new adoptee until I’ve taken care of the ones I’ve got.”
He petted Scott on the head.
“I so hate you right now.”
“And yet you haven’t released my leg.”
“It’s warm,” Scott protested, snuggling his cheek against Thomas’s thigh. “It’s soft.”
“Go back to sleep.” Thomas sighed, stroking Scott’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you for the time being.”