12. Chapter Twelve #2
“Please.” He tried to shift his hips, to ride their tongue.
They pulled back, wiping their forearm over their mouth. Spit dripped down his crack, a puddle on the bed beneath him. Lust flowed through them at the sight of his glistening hole, and the need to fill him up, to breed him full of their cum grew so intense.
“Okay,” they said, their voice ragged. “I’m going to fuck you with my regular cock first, and then I’m going to fuck that needy hole again and come inside you.”
Ollie glanced at the other cock sitting on the end of the bed with the syringe filled. “You can come in me with that?”
“Hell yes, baby. As often as you want. I can breed you until you’re dripping.”
His nostrils flared, and he clutched the comforter a little tighter. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Aww, someone wants that slutty hole oozing cum, don’t they?” Fin’s insides heated as they tapped Ollie’s hole, and a ragged breath escaped him. “Let’s get you nice and opened up for it.”
They grabbed the set of wrist and ankle restraints and set to work wrapping them around. Once the restraints were in place, they brought his arms and legs to the anchors they had attached to the four corners of their bed, which kept his arms and legs splayed out.
“How do they feel?” Fin ran their fingertips along the band wrapped around his wrist.
“Really good,” he murmured. Pre-cum had formed a pool on his stomach, and they looked forward to tagging his prostate long and hard. After a lengthier stint with the cock cage, his prostate would be enlarged and more responsive than ever, which made it ripe for torment .
They squirted a hefty amount of lube onto their palm, coated their cock, and rubbed the rest on his hole. God, Ollie was hot as sin. Given how relaxed the muscle was from getting eaten out, they shouldn’t need to prep.
Fin notched the head of their cock against his hole, and with little resistance, they sank inside him. “Damn, baby,” they purred. “That ass pulled me right in.”
Ollie’s cheeks were flushed, and with the brightness in his eyes from earlier, his tousled dark hair, his mouth slightly ajar—fuck, he was the hottest thing they’d ever seen.
His knees were bent, his heels digging into the mattress, since they’d given enough slack on the restraints for some flexibility while fucking.
Now that they were buried completely inside him, the pressure of the vibe against their clit increased, and a little flutter danced through them.
Fin pulled back and slammed in again, drawing a long, loud moan from Ollie. “That’s right, sweetness. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“So much.” He shifted his hips as if trying to fuck himself on their cock, but the restraints tugged at his arms and legs, keeping him from moving more.
“Mmm, you’re just going to stay still and pretty for me as I breed you,” Fin continued the slow rhythm of pulling back and pushing in.
They liked to draw things out when they could, to tease and toy with their subs as much as possible.
The look of desperation, the pleading in their gazes, did it for Fin every time.
“I could bind you up on your hands and knees, your ass out in offering. I bet you could take so many of my cocks,” they said, their voice at an even tempo, along with their strokes. “We’ll line them up one after another. ”
“Fuuuuck.” Ollie’s eyes flared with interest. God, he was so fun to play with. They rarely ever found subs whose interests aligned so well with theirs, but Ollie ticked every one of their boxes.
Fin fucked into him a little faster, and Ollie canted his head back, a long, low moan escaping from his lips.
Clearly, they’d hit the prostate. Which meant they just needed to stay here and play a little while longer.
Fin rammed into him again and again, each hard thrust sending a flicker of pleasure through them.
The pressure had been slowly building as they teased him, and they were fucking dripping at this point.
They swiped between their thighs and brought their slickened fingers up to Ollie’s mouth. “Suck.”
He obeyed beautifully, wrapping that supple mouth around their fingers and sucking hard.
His moan vibrated around their fingers, and his warm tongue licked around the lengths.
His eyes rolled back in his head. Goddamn.
They didn’t need him to be a pain slut, not when he responded so well to their favorite things.
Fin pulled their fingers out and thrust hard inside him again.
They regained their tempo from before until they were fucking him hard and fast. The bed creaked and groaned from the force, and sweat prickled on their forehead.
Ollie’s cries were loud enough they hoped the whole pizza place down below could hear.
“Such a sexy little slut,” they said. “You take my cock so damn well.”
They rammed into him hard and fast, the pressure tightening, growing more and more intense between their thighs until it created an exquisite blend of pleasure-pain.
They needed to come something fierce. Sweat beaded on their skin.
“I’m going to use you like the pretty little fucktoy you are until I come. ”
“Oh god,” Ollie gasped, his eyes rolling back.
Any restraint they had snapped .
Their nails dug into his thighs as they fucked him hard enough for the smacks to echo through the room.
Each drive in had the tension, the pleasure increasing, closer and closer.
Their breaths came out ragged as they kept their tempo, fucking in fierce enough that the collision stung.
Trapped by the restraints, Ollie couldn’t do anything.
He was pinned to the middle of their bed, there for Fin’s use, again and again and again.
Like this, they were reduced to something feral, something wild, as they fucked and claimed him.
They thrust in hard enough that a keening cry came from him.
All too fast, their orgasm smashed into them.
Their clit throbbed, and bliss poured through them with the force of a plane taking flight, lifting them higher and higher.
Fin locked into place, breathing hard through the waves and waves of their release, still buried deep inside Ollie.
Sweat trickled down their neck, and the bursts of sensation held them captive.
Ollie whimpered. The tip of his cock leaked so much that the area around glistened.
However, with it trapped in the cage, he couldn’t do anything but get fucked.
Ngh. Fin slowly pulled out, and another desperate noise bubbled up from Ollie’s throat.
The receding waves of their orgasm hummed through them, wringing them out.
However, they wanted to try to push Ollie to a prostate orgasm.
He was so sensitive it might be possible.
Plus, they had an ass to breed.
“Don’t worry, baby.” They gave his ass a light pat. “You’ll get another cock soon.”
“Damn, that’s so hot.” Ollie tipped his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “I love that you can wreck me over and over again.”
“Trust me, I love it too.” Fin switched out the cock in their harness for the bigger one.
Their sheets were stained from spit, from slick, from pre-cum, and now they would get ruined by cum.
They looped the tube through the side of their harness so the syringe dangled by their side, and settled between Ollie’s spread legs.
“And this time, your hole’s been worked open enough to take something bigger. ”
He licked his lips, his eyes dosed with lust. Damn, they loved his reactions. If he was this much of a size queen, he might even take a fist someday.
They slicked their neon-pink length up with more lube and slowly sank inside him again.
This time, they faced a little more resistance, since this one was both longer and thicker, but Ollie’s moans encouraged them on.
Their little bullet vibe hummed, continuing to light their clit up.
Even though they’d just come, they could squeeze another one out, especially with how much they were dripping, how fucking hot this dynamic got them.
“Pretty little boy is perfect for breeding,” they said, low and raspy. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”
“Please, please, please,” Ollie begged, his voice raw, wrecked, and real in a way that shot right to the heart of them.
They fucked in and out of him again, and the moans grew louder. The bed creaked, the comforter a stained tangle beneath them.
“Want me leaking out of you?” They thrust in, each push sending a flutter of pleasure through them anew. “Want that hole sloppy and dripping?”
“Breed me.”
Damn, those words shot straight through them like epinephrine. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
They lost themselves in fucking him hard and fierce, coaxing moan after moan until their thighs burned and Ollie was quaking.
His cock dribbled, unable to do anything in the cage, his balls heavy.
Fin fucked like they’d been possessed, the wildness rising inside them once more.
The scents of sweat and sex were heavy in the air, mingling with his natural musk and the sharpness of his cologne.
Ollie was the hottest person they’d ever been with, and they couldn’t get enough.
Dangerous, dangerous thoughts to entertain.
“Think your pretty little prostate’s going to release?” they asked. “Think you can come for me that way?”
With the way he moaned louder and louder with every pass, the chance was high. Their clit hummed again with need, the intensity growing each time they thrust into him, and they might be able to coax another orgasm out.
“Can I even do that?”
“Baby, prostate orgasms are a game changer.” They continued to fuck into him, drops of sweat tickling as they trailed down their face. “If you can manage those, chastity’s going to be your fucking favorite.”
“Holy fuck.” Ollie balled his hands into fists, and sweat glistened all over him, his breaths coming out faster.
They pressed hard into the mattress on either side of him as they drove into him with a ferocity that almost left them breathless.
Their hips snapped forward again and again as they chased the slight sting each time their skin slapped together, the push of the bullet vibe to their oversensitive clit pure sin. Damn. They were going to come again.
“How you feeling, baby?” they crooned.
“So close,” he moaned out, “So, so close.”
“Damn, you’re going to be gaping after this,” Fin purred. “Just fucked out and filled with cum. Your cock all caged up so you can be my perfect fuck toy.”
Ollie swore as he fisted the comforter. They picked up their pace again, fucking in fast and hard, their motions coming in on automatic.
The tension grew in their clit again, the insistent ache they chased with ferocity.
They bit down on their lip until they tasted the copper of blood.
Ollie writhed beneath them, which tugged at the restraints over and over.
“Oh, fuck.” Ollie let out a keening cry as his whole body spasmed. His caged cock emitted some milky fluid that dripped down, but Fin couldn’t stop now. They fucked him through his prostate orgasm as he quaked beneath them. Their whole body was one taut thread away from imminent explosion.
They thrust in hard again, the burn building, building, building until a second orgasm tore from them.
Their body rocked with it, wave after wave rolling through them, and they reached for the syringe. They pushed down, and a second later, the cum emptied inside him. Ollie let out a long, low groan, sinking into the mattress.
Normally, Fin would be pulling out and getting themselves situated, but they collapsed against Ollie’s chest.
The sheer comfort of skin to skin made them shudder, and they came a little close to feeling too good. They were meant for sharp, not soft.
However, in this moment, maybe they could pretend they weren’t damaged beyond repair.
Maybe they could pretend they were the sort of person who could keep him.