Epilogue
Three months later
“You sick, sick man,” Scott panted, tugging on the restraints securing his wrists to the bed.
His sweaty back stuck to the sheet beneath, and the flush in his skin went from his ears to his toes.
It was humiliation, shame even, but above all else, it was evidence of his own enjoyment.
He shouldn’t have been loving what Thomas was doing to him.
He should’ve been shouting out balloon and calling time on this particular video, but he wasn’t.
No. He wasn’t.
He was panting, squirming on the bed, waiting for Thomas to give him more. His dick was too hard, his skin was too sensitive, and Thomas’s gloating face was everything. He’d made Scott crave something he would’ve recoiled at six months before.
This was Sex Toys and Control, with Thomas fully taking charge, with a sex toy so crazy, so obscene, Scott had been convinced Thomas was lying to him all until he got a taste of it across his tongue
It was made of him.
Things got very real after that.
Scott only had himself to blame. He kept asking what Thomas had done with his cum, and Thomas refused to tell him, claiming Scott wasn’t ready yet.
It was too much of a leap for someone so vanilla.
Of course, Scott had seen that as a challenge and demanded to know, pouting and sulking for days until Thomas gave in.
That’s how he found himself in this position, tied down to the bed with a dildo made from his own cum being used on his hole. This particular dildo was ice cold in a vague rocket shape and had been kept in the freezer, covered in labels to prevent Scott or one of the staff from eating it.
It had been there for months.
All through Scott’s recovery.
It had been there, waiting…waiting to fuck him, Thomas had whispered into his ear when he’d first put it in, and those blunt words had made his cock jump inside the pump Thomas had it trapped in.
When summer changed to autumn, Jay had mentioned wanting to throw the ice lolly out, and Thomas had gone feral, threatening to throw Jay out the window instead.
Scott should’ve realised then that it was no ordinary ice lolly.
It was an implement of torture of a specific kind.
“Sick man,” Scott repeated, tossing his head back and forth against the pillow.
His hair had grown a few inches but wasn’t back to the luscious strands he’d once had.
He couldn’t tuck it behind his ears, and the length at the front had reached the annoying stage where it itched Scott’s forehead and tickled his eyebrows.
It didn’t bother him during the videos though, not with him sweating buckets and Thomas brushing it back with his fingers.
“Am I the sick one?” Thomas murmured, lounging beside Scott on the bed. He was fully dressed, propping his head up on one hand as he rubbed Scott’s nipples into peaks with the nose cone of the rocket.
“Yes,” Scott replied, gritting his teeth, trying to shift his body away from the ice. It was no use; Thomas had thoroughly strapped him down, not just his wrists, but there were belts across Scott’s chest, and the top of his legs, keeping him pinned.
It was one of Thomas’s fantasies, but he’d let Scott know he didn’t have to do it, especially if feeling that helpless brought back bad memories.
It didn’t bring back any memories.
But they were making them.
Scott found himself fully immersed in the present.
“You’re the one twitching your hole for more.”
“You bastard.”
Thomas grinned at the insult, leaning in to suck one of Scott’s nipples. The temperature play made Scott shake. Thomas’s mouth was so exquisitely hot on his body he moaned for more.
The kisses and touches had been happening more. During videos and outside of them. Scott’s reactions always got awe and surprise from Thomas, like he couldn’t believe his touch could have that effect. It still surprised him that Scott wanted his touch.
The contact was so maddeningly brief it always left Scott wanting more, asking for more with his seeking lips and his desperate eyes.
Thomas only let him have more when he used his voice, and a tone that was particularly whiny. Thomas had recorded it, used it as his text alert for a day before deciding he never wanted anyone else to hear it again, including their subscribers.
When Scott got to the point he needed to beg Thomas to kiss him, Thomas cut the recording, and their public sex changed to private affection in a different bed.
Scott wasn’t at that stage yet.
Thomas had given him specific instructions before they began, telling Scott he needed to come from dildo play before warning him that the dildo might be colder than the ones they’d used before.
Scott had assumed it would be made out of metal, or glass, but Thomas had surprised him with the lolly, taking the chill off it with his mouth before lubing it up.
He didn’t let it stay inside Scott for too long, but when he did feed it into Scott’s body, he activated the pump on his cock at the same time, and that was filled with some special lube that warmed up when it moved.
The combination made the room spin, and he crested the hill of orgasm only to be denied by Thomas. Everything stopped. Scott was left with a warm dick, and a cold hole, and with no way to make either of them explode him into pleasure.
He gritted his teeth, growling in frustration.
“You really are so beautiful,” Thomas murmured, stroking Scott’s chest.
“And you really are a beast.”
Thomas’s hum was pure smugness. “Tied up in my mansion, being made to come over and over.”
That was their narrative, their selling point, and subscribers ate it up, buying into the X-rated version of Beauty and the Beast, where unbeknownst to any of them, Gaston had been digested and scattered in the foxgloves.
There were requests along that theme, one subscriber, blunt and to the point like accusing someone in the board game Cluedo, had messaged: Scott. In the ballroom. With a dildo.
Thomas had placed it in the maybe folder before choosing a what-if scenario for them to film in the future.
What if Beauty escaped only to be captured in the grounds of the mansion and fucked into submission?
Thomas’s eye had dilated at the thought of hunting Scott and having him, but he was adamant it had to be on one of Tim’s days off.
He didn’t want his gardener perving on them.
Scott decided not to remind him that Tim was one of their subscribers.
Thomas waited until Scott had control of himself once again, pushing the lolly in and out of his mouth, humming at the taste. Scott watched with a slack mouth.
“Don’t worry, I’m leaving plenty for you.”
He didn’t push it in far, mainly teasing Scott’s hole, pressing it in an inch before removing it and holding it to Scott’s balls. It melted quickly, leaving him a sticky mess.
“You’re sick,” Scott whispered, trying and failing to buck his hips. All he could do was spread his legs further or push them together, and the latter didn’t give him pleasure or praise from Thomas. He kept widening them each time Thomas teased, giving him more room to work with.
“You’re the sick one,” Thomas replied. “You love being fucked by yourself. Your greedy pussy wants your own cum.”
Scott closed his eyes. It was too much to look at Thomas when he spoke like that.
“It’s practically incest, your cum fucking your pussy like this. ”
Scott moaned while pressing his lips together, wanting to hide it from Thomas.
“Your pussy is craving more, wanting it harder, and faster. It’s wet for it, and your dick is wet for your pussy.”
“Fuck.” Scott tossed his head to one side, panting against his biceps.
“Don’t you hide your face,” Thomas murmured. He gripped Scott’s chin and turned him to face the other way toward the camera. “I want everyone to see your pretty face when you come.”
“I can’t…”
“Can’t?”
“Last much longer.”
Thomas wasn’t after multiple orgasms; he wanted one hard orgasm after edging Scott for so long, and Scott had got to the point his insides were cramping with the lack of it. He’d been brought to the brink too many times, and he needed to come before orgasm denial became orgasm deletion.
Scott had his eyes shut, but he felt Thomas leaning over him.
He gasped at the kiss to his lips, eyes flying open, following Thomas down the bed.
Thomas left the lolly to melt on Scott’s stomach and, after rubbing the skin above his cock, got the pump to release its grip.
Scott whined at the loss of it. Orgasm deletion seemed the more obvious choice by Thomas.
“My beauty is so greedy…”
Thomas slipped off the bed to his knees. His hands were firm on Scott’s spread thighs as he attacked Scott’s abused hole with his forked tongue.
Scott cried out at the sensation. Thomas’s tongue was hot, and slick.
It flicked, it licked, it lapped, and it stabbed.
Thomas pushed it inside of Scott, pressing it against Scott’s inner walls.
The subscribers were going to lose their shit over it.
As soon as a subscriber had seen Thomas’s forked tongue, teasing Scott’s nipple, it became an obsession to some.
It had its own fan club, and its own requests, one being to see it flick and poke at Scott’s oversensitive arsehole. Scott agreed to the request; he was the number one of the fan club after all, and Thomas had told him it would come as a surprise.
Scott hadn’t been expecting it…or the cum dildo.
He made the mistake of looking down and locking eyes with snake ones.
Scott started coming without recognising the sensation, too overwhelmed with Thomas licking into him.
His cock contracted, splashing cum up his chest. The orgasm burned hot and fast, simmering out again while Thomas continued to eat him out.
It was as if he was after all the cum he’d pushed up there, slurping and sucking in a way that should make Scott blush, but it felt too good.
Even though the build-up had ended in relief, Thomas’s mouth was a different kind of pleasure that left him warm and sighing in bliss.