11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
S ince their last shoot, Ollie had been texting Fin every day and night, but seeing them hit differently.
They stood behind the coffee bar, and some of the other members of Whipped he remembered from the munch loitered around there.
Their short, purple hair was mostly covered by the backwards black cap they wore, and combined with the muscle shirt that showed off their arms and the smirk on their features, Fin stole his attention.
“You’re Ollie, right?” Meg asked. She was intimidating as fuck but in a different way than Fin—more serious, if he could pinpoint it, where Fin was all laughter and teasing over the top of shattered glass.
“Yeah.” He offered his hand.
Her handshake was firm and in control, and he softened a little at the touch. Apparently, he loved to submit .
“Fin’s waiting on Micah to relieve them, but I could show you around the dungeon if you want,” she said. Her features were sharp, and even though she was shorter than him, she held an air of command.
“Mitts off, Meg,” Fin said with a slight edge to their voice. A thrill rippled up his spine. “I need him intact for a photo shoot.”
“Why, Fin, I’m simply offering a tour,” Meg said, a glint in her gaze. With her raven hair in a side shave and her defined lips curled into a smile, she gave off the vibe that every move of hers was calculated.
Whereas Fin was pure chaos, and Ollie loved every second of it.
“I’ve never seen the dungeon before.” Ollie fed into the game, even though Meg terrified him a little.
Fin cocked a brow at him, and he grinned. If they wanted to punish him later, he’d most likely enjoy their brand of torture.
“Perfect, I’ll pop your cherry,” Meg said. Based on the way her eyes danced, she did this to rile Fin up.
Fin cast Meg a dark look and then switched their focus to him. “I’ll be down in a few minutes. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
The warning was clear, and he loved how their hazel eyes fixed on him, how they stripped him down with a single look. He lived for that attention.
“Follow me,” Meg said in a tone that brooked no argument. Not like he would put up one. He was curious about the dungeon at Whipped. Hell, about so much involving kink. Google had been getting a workout lately as he looked up item after item that had snagged his curiosity.
Their footsteps echoed on the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, he stopped to soak it all in.
A chandelier hung from the center of the room, casting patterned light onto the black-and-gray checkerboard floor.
A few doors for side rooms lined the back and side walls, but the large open space was filled with different types of leather furniture, probably for an array of kinks.
He recognized the St. Andrew’s Cross on the back wall solely from said internet searches.
What he hadn’t expected was the flat-screen TV hung up on one side of the room or the cozy-looking couches on either side.
Before meeting Fin, he’d only thought of kink as being forbidding and serious and painful, but nothing they’d done together had conveyed that.
There had been comfort and an edge to their interactions that made it easier for him to accept intimacy in the first place. And most of all, he’d felt safe.
“You’re new to the scene, right?” Meg took a seat on one of the black couches. “Feel free to sit if you want, or if you want to poke around and look at things, that’s fine too.”
“Yeah, not new to the area though,” he said, taking the seat and getting comfortable. “I got curious.” The scent of lemon cleaner and leather filtered through the space, and he sucked in a lungful.
“As do most.” Meg’s grin was magnetic. “And you’ve been playing with Fin, which tells me plenty.”
“Oh yeah?” He was hungry for anything he could learn about them.
“Fin doesn’t bottom or sub. It’s not in their nature, no matter how much we tease them. And I don’t think you’re a brat, even if you are a tease because brats tend to amp up their own tendencies.”
Well, damn.
“But I’ve also never seen that sort of interest from them before,” Meg said, her gaze locked and loaded on him.
“I’m not aware of what your relationship is or what you want from them.
If it’s just exploration, they’re a great partner to have.
However, if you want more, you’ll need to push. They hate letting people in.”
“I’m well familiar with the tendency,” Ollie murmured. His heart thumped a bit harder. He didn’t know Meg, but he understood she was one of Fin’s best friends. The fact that she gave him this information fed the little spark of hope inside him begging to burst into flame.
“Good.” Her lips curled in a feline grin. “Then you’re aware of how to handle it.”
Footsteps boomed down the staircase, causing enough of a clamor to alert the next town over of their arrival.
They burst into view, their shoulders heaving from rushing down here.
“Oh, look,” Meg said. “You’ve arrived. Right as Ollie was agreeing to let me test out my new flogger.”
Amusement fluttered through him.
Fin crossed their arms and arched a brow. “Incorrect. Ollie’s not interested in pain.”
Meg’s lips twitched, and Fin rolled their eyes.
“If you’ve had enough fun for the day, I’d like to get this photo shoot on the road.” Fin jerked a thumb toward the staircase.
“And I can’t watch?” Meg asked. Her eyes danced. Clearly, she was enjoying every second of this. “You normally love it when I watch.”
“While I fuck, sure,” Fin said. “Not while I take photos.”
Meg’s features softened, and then and there, Ollie decided he liked her a lot. She’d seemed to recognize without Fin having to spell out how vulnerable the process was for them. People like that were invaluable. He’d been lucky enough to find them in his family.
“All right.” Meg rose from her seat. “I guess I have running a business to be doing.”
“Better get on it, boss.” Fin grinned as Meg headed up the stairs. “And you…” Their focus landed on Ollie with a predatory gleam. A shiver rolled through him. “You’re a slutty little tease, aren’t you?”
He couldn’t stop his smile. “And what if I am? ”
“I think someone needs their cock locked away before we shoot. Can’t have any more distracting dick prints, can we?”
Heat rushed through him in a fierce torrent. Fuck yes. That was what he wanted.
“Ditch the pants.” Fin swept past him, heading over to a set of drawers beside one of the tables.
He reached for the front buttons of his jeans and paused. Sounds traveled from above, the shuffle of feet, the murmur of conversation from the coffee shop.
“If you’re worried about someone walking down, don’t. Only employees or clients come here, and Meg’s schedule is clear right now.” Fin rummaged through one of the bottom drawers. “Ah ha!”
Ollie flipped open the button and shucked down his jeans, took off his boots and socks, and extricated his legs from his pants the rest of the way.
Even though they weren’t under threat of being interrupted, the reality that they were down here doing this while people hung out in the coffee shop above them sent a frisson of awareness through his veins. God, that was hot.
Fin returned with a small sealed box in hand. “The boxer briefs too.”
He swallowed hard, then shunted those to the floor as well, leaving him standing there in a tee and…well, nothing else.
“Might as well take the shirt off while we’re at it,” Fin said. “You can put the boxer briefs back on for the shoot.”
He yanked the shirt overhead and tossed it onto the ground. The cool air made his skin prickle, even though he was a furnace on the inside. His cock was hard as fuck, and the curiosity of what might happen turned him on even more.
They glanced down at his length, their eyebrow raised. “Yeah, that’s not going to work.” Fin tugged a small black device out of the box, one he recognized as a cock cage. Unf. “I’m going to pinch you, which should help prepare you.”
Before he could respond, they pinched his thigh hard, and he flinched. The shock of pain caused his cock to deflate, even though not entirely. He was far too excited about this.
“It’s going to be more uncomfortable to get on you if you’re hard,” Fin said. “If you can’t manage going soft, you can jerk yourself off here while I watch.”
Fuuuuck. The thought made his cock stiffen all over again.
Fin crossed their arms, a smug smirk on their face. “I’m waiting.”
“Do I get lotion or anything?” he asked, even though he could guess the answer.
“That’s a no. Someone couldn’t control himself, so now we need to wait while you manage your issue.” The deprecating tone was like a lighter to his bloodstream, setting his whole system aflame.
He wrapped his hand around his cock. Fin’s undivided attention made him feel buoyant. He’d try a hell of a lot to keep their intense gaze on him.
With the way their shoulders were locked, arms crossed, and how they looked down to where he shuttled his cock in his hand, the slight tingle of embarrassment increased.
Fuck, he liked the humiliation far more than he would’ve ever guessed.
Fin’s legs were spread with a lazy stance, their backward cap hot as fuck.
“Better not keep me waiting too long,” Fin said. “Only good boys get fucked after a shoot. And with the cage on, you’re going to be dying to get filled up.”
Ngh. Their tone did the work for him. He moved his hand faster. Fin’s perusal was intense, and his cheeks heated even more. Maybe it was better he come now. Who knew how long Fin planned on keeping him caged ?
Fuuuck. The idea alone sent a bolt of lust through him, so strong his balls drew up. He shot his hand out as his cum rocketed out of him in a fierce sweep. The orgasm hit hard and fast, and the cum splattered on his palm.
“Look at you, good boy,” Fin purred. “Now lick it up.”
Oh god. Heat rushed through him from head to toe.
He’d never realized humiliation could be his thing, but he liked Fin giving the orders far too much.
He lifted his palm full of cum up and licked.
Salty but not bad. He’d swallowed cum before but never his own, and the idea of being forced to do so—ngh. It turned him on something fierce.
Ollie took his time licking, long, slow strokes, and he didn’t miss how Fin’s nostrils flared, how the hazel was swallowed up by the black of their heated eyes.
The stare on him was inexorable, addictive, and he couldn’t get enough.
He deliberately sucked each finger, sliding it in and out of his mouth, all while Fin watched, arms crossed, transfixed.
If he’d known kink could make him feel like this—this powerful and seen in the same breath—he would’ve jumped in earlier.
Fin snapped their fingers. “Okay, keep playing around, and you’ll be hard all over again. Then we’ll be in the same predicament as before.”
Ollie pulled his finger out of his mouth with a pop and grinned. Fin was fun in a way that made him feel comfortable.
Fin grabbed a bottle of lube from the nearby table and pumped a small amount onto their hand. “It’ll be easier to grease this up to start.”
He licked his lips as he stood there stark naked, his cock having deflated post orgasm. Granted, if Fin got their hands on him, there was a high chance he’d stiffen up again.
They ran a little lube around a circular part of the device.
“I think this should fit you fine, but tell me if it pinches. It should be comfortable, not painful. Any discomfort should be within tolerable limits, not actual pain.” They slid the circle up, grabbed his balls, and, in a few deft motions, fed them through until the circle was around his entire base.
Then they drew his deflated cock through the small cock-shaped cage that they attached to the ring.
“Oh, fuck.” His cock felt so snug in the enclosure, and almost as if to resist the caging, he hardened.
The pressure surrounding him, the inability to get completely hard, even though his cock tried to test the confines of its new prison, oh god, this turned him on beyond belief.
He’d been wondering how chastity might feel, and this answered his question entirely.
“Here’s a key,” Fin said. “I’ll always give you one in case you need to unlock yourself.
After tonight, we can negotiate how long you’d like to keep it on or off.
There is no pressure. If you decide that tonight you want to take it off and paint the walls with jizz, your call.
Not only are you new to kink in general but in this as well, so it’s better to start by exploring what your limits are rather than diving into anything extreme. ”
Ollie chewed on his lower lip as he ran his hand over his caged cock.
Like this, it looked so damn small. Fuck, he liked that too.
The idea of them commanding his orgasms for longer than tonight…
shit, yeah, that worked for him. The frustration, the desperation, would guaranteed build up, and he’d been with Fin enough times to know the payoff would be well worth it.
“If we do longer than a night, can I text you about it?” he asked.
Fin arched a brow, a feral look in their eyes. “If you aren’t texting me horny, desperate messages, I’ll be disappointed.”
“Maybe a few days to start, then?” He tugged at his balls as if that’d do anything to help. Already, his focus was on his dick even more than normal, solely because he couldn’t do anything with it. This would be the best sort of torture, especially with Fin at the helm .
“Sounds perfect,” they said, a wicked curve to their lips. “Now pop on your briefs, and let’s get to work. We’ve got a photo shoot to do.”
Right. Taking pictures while mostly stripped down as café customers stomped around overhead, and Fin bossed him around, all while he couldn’t even get hard.
He wasn’t sure he’d survive.