17. Chapter Seventeen #2
Meg and Nolan both settled next to him, people he barely knew beyond the superficial, their stares burning on him. But instead of that making him shrink back, the pressure amped him up.
He licked his lips and looked up at Fin. “Green.”
“Then let’s get you filled up,” they said, their voice as cocky and sinful as ever.
His whole body brimmed with need, his skin sensitized as if the slightest touch would make him come.
And multiple people were about to touch him while Fin plugged his hole and filled his mouth.
They slowly pumped their fingers inside his hole, taking their time having fun with prep, and he choked back a moan.
Pleasure rippled through him, everything so sensitive from being caged for the past week.
Fin pulled their fingers out, then grabbed a plug they must’ve brought with them, and they slid it inside him.
When the base settled in place, Fin gave his ass a light pat.
“You look so pretty all plugged up for me. That gorgeous ass just begging to be bred.”
A whimper escaped his lips, and heat rushed to his cheeks as the embarrassment hit. They weren’t in private, other people were watching, and some of those jitters returned.
“Damn, you’re right,” Nolan said. “He’s fucking gorgeous. ”
The praise swept over him, soothing some of those nerves.
Fin stepped in front of him, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Normally, they were all sharp edges and nips, but this kiss was filled with a softness that made him glow inside.
Unexpected, but Fin had a way of turning him on his head.
His mind dizzied with want, with the feel of the cool air on his bare skin, with the awareness that everyone watched.
When Fin pulled back, their hazel eyes brimmed with a tenderness that sank right into his bloodstream.
“You’ve got one damn pretty sub, Fin,” Meg said, an intention in her voice that made Ollie shiver. Tonight, he was theirs, and he wanted that more than anything.
“Damn right,” Fin said, a fierceness in their tone that fluttered through him. Being on display here gave him a head rush, and this was just the beginning. “Meg, Noles, stop standing around yapping and help me tie his arms and legs to the bench.”
“Fuck yes.” Nolan stepped up and ran his hand along Ollie’s back, his long, slender fingers careful and his touch hot. A shudder ran through Ollie.
“How’re you doing?” Fin asked.
“Green.”
“How about now?” Meg skated her fingers across his ass. Goddamn. His cock wept, his balls so damn full he could scream.
“Still green.” The fact that they all checked in on him settled him. If at any point this became too much, he trusted they’d stop.
“Good,” Fin said. “I’ll need you to snap once for green and twice for red while your mouth’s full, but otherwise, I’ll check in with stoplight.”
His mouth watered, and his gaze returned to Fin’s packer, which hung from their boxer briefs. It was soft and the perfect length to suck without the slightest discomfort. As much as his hole could take a pounding, he wasn’t as adept with his mouth.
“Here.” Meg handed Fin a length of rope. “And get used to us checking in. You’re the first person Fin’s ever brought. We want you to come back.”
His cheeks flushed, and that kindness zapped the words from him.
Fin flicked Meg on the shoulder. “Stop being gross. Your gushiness will scare him away.”
“You would call that gushiness, Mx. Salt and Vinegar,” Meg shot back and wrapped a length of rope around his wrist and the bench, tying him to it.
The rasp of rope against his ankle cued him in that Nolan was already there.
Fin stood on the other side, working as diligently, even while mouthing off.
“My favorite chips. How did you know?” they said, their hazel eyes sparkling.
When Ollie had imagined kink, he thought it’d be serious and terrifying, not bickering about chips while tying someone up. The ridiculousness bubbled up inside him, and a laugh escaped.
Fin finished tying off his wrist and gripped him by the chin. “Something funny, sweetness?”
“Just didn’t expect the casual conversation,” he said. His other ankle was tied to the bench, which meant he was strapped down and helpless. A thrill trickled through him, rising in fervor by the second.
“Ah, yes. It’s a break from our ritualistic murders that take place down here. Only serious vibes allowed.”
“Speaking of serious vibes,” Eva said, and a buzzing sound grew louder. Pixie’s moan burst through the room, but she was out of sight for him.
“Ready?” Fin asked. “Gonna be my good boy? ”
His attention switched forward to where they held their packer out in front of him, the soft length tantalizing. He opened his mouth. They fed the tip in, and he sucked the packer in the rest of the way with ease. The weight of it, the texture, made his brain settle, and calm seeped in.
Fuck, he could float here for the next century.
Fin speared their fingers through his strands, alternating between soothing strokes and sharp tugs.
The sting sent a thrill through him, just as much as the softer strokes and the back-and-forth drew him deeper into a deeply relaxing space.
He sucked on Fin’s packer, loving how they gave their hips the occasional thrust.
He lightly shifted his arms and legs. The rope around his wrists and ankles kept him tethered in place. That constraint amplified the moment so much, the tension of those bonds around him elevating the feeling of surrender.
“Green?” Fin asked.
He snapped his fingers once.
“So good for me, little slut.” They gave his hair a yank and thrust into his mouth with the packer.
He let out a low moan. His cock ached, his balls were ready to explode, and his skin grew so oversensitive from all this.
Any concept that other people were in the room with them faded away, even though murmurs, hums, and moans echoed around them.
Big, callused palms skated over his back, the slight shock rocketing through him.
He recognized the touch from earlier as Nolan, though, and he settled in, enjoying the way Nolan traced patterns along his back with his fingertips.
Like this, he was reduced to a vessel of pure sensation, just here to feel, and he loved it more than words could express .
Another pair of hands settled on his legs, and they coasted up and down his thighs.
Had to be Meg. The firmness to the touch felt right.
The dual sensations fluttered through him, amplifying his need even stronger.
The desire to get fucked right now warred with his desire to come, and the touch across his skin created pure electricity.
His cock leaked, trapped in the small cage, and he’d feel embarrassed about the mess he was making if he wasn’t coasting on these sensations.
Hands skated across the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to his caged cock, while the other pair dragged down to his ass, caressing each side.
At this point, he was desperate to be filled, and they’d gotten started.
Fin rocked slowly into his mouth, their palm resting on top of his head at this point.
The heat and slight pressure seeped through him, and he sucked a little harder on the packer.
“My girl’s occupied right now, so I’m going to join in the fun,” someone said. Eva.
Another set of hands skated across his back, warm and deliberate, and a shudder rolled through him. Fuck, this felt too damn good. All the touch, the focus. It was beyond anything he could’ve imagined. Like this, he wasn’t invisible.
“Damn, I want in on touching this hottie,” Ezra said.
“He’s mine,” Fin reminded everyone, as if that truth wasn’t clear by the way he cockwarmed them. Still, their claim sent a shiver down his spine, an effusive warmth spreading. The possessiveness that flared from them felt rare and special in a way little else did.
Another set of hands joined in the mix, caressing his ass, then sliding down his legs as well.
Fuck. So many people touched him that his caged cock wept, and his legs trembled.
Fin’s hand on his head and their packer in his mouth were about the only things that kept him grounded, kept him from floating away .
As more hands than he could count coasted over every inch of him, Ollie lost himself in the sensations.
All the touch got him even hotter than he ever could’ve anticipated.
He turned into one giant nerve begging to be soothed, whether with a cock in the ass or an orgasm; he wasn’t picky.
His limbs occasionally trembled as the contact across him threatened to overload his entire system.
Drool slipped past his lips, pooled in his mouth, but he continued to suck on Fin’s packer.
“Such a good boy,” they purred, the praise traveling right to the core of him.
Like this, he was unguarded from it, all those protective layers stripped down.
And as hands coasted across the inside of his thighs, along the scars, up around his ass, down his back in steadying strokes, his mind swirled.
Fuuuuck. The need to come grew so intense he could weep. A long, low moan escaped him, more wrecked than anticipated.
“Mmm, someone likes this a little too much.” Fin stroked a thumb from his cheek to his chin. They tapped the bottom of his chin. “You’ve been so damn good for me though. You deserve to come.”
One pair of hands lifted from him, followed by the creak of footsteps and then another. The loss of those sensations drew his attention at once, a sharp contrast.
“You’ve got yourself one sexy sub.” Meg gave his ass a light spank and stepped away. The touch sent reverberations through him.
“Thanks, gorgeous,” Nolan said, his hot breath puffing against his ear. The phantom sensations of all the touch still circulated across his body, through his system.