17. Chapter Seventeen #3
“Now they can see how well you take my cock,” Fin said, their voice a notch lower.
Slowly they pulled the packer out of his mouth, and a glob of drool gushed out.
Fin slipped their briefs down in a quick glide, and then they tugged on a harness, their thick, veiny cock fitted through the O-ring.
“Except first, someone needs to get freed.”
His whole body awakened, and Fin strode over, their cock bobbing with their movements. It nudged into his thigh as they reached down and fiddled with the pieces of his cage. Even the light brushes against his tip, his balls had him gasping. The area had grown so sensitive he could scream.
A moment later, the front part slipped off, and Fin slid the other part off as well, freeing his balls and cock.
His cock plumped up at once, and blood rushed straight to it at a dizzying force.
Fuck, being freed—the ache was so pristine and perfect he could barely believe it.
His cock hung heavily beneath him for the first time all week, his balls full and aching.
“Oh god,” he gasped.
“Look at that needy cock.” Fin gave it a light caress, just fingertips. “So desperate for release. Except someone’s ass needs to get bred first.”
Ngh. Their mouth would be the death of him. Even the featherlight touch threatened to send him over the edge. But they pulled their hand back and circled behind him.
“God, I can’t wait to sink into this ass,” they said, and the hum of the vibe in their harness filtered into the air.
Fin grabbed his cheek roughly, jostling the plug in his ass.
He wanted them to fuck into him so badly.
He let out a whimper, one that mingled with the other moans, thumps, and groans in the dungeon.
The temptation to look around reared, but before he could be distracted, Fin settled behind him and tugged the plug out.
The moment it slipped free, he wanted to be filled up again.
“Please.” His skin vibrated from all the touch, from being on display, from the weight of the bonds around his wrists and ankles .
“Please what, sweet thing?” Fin nudged the tip of their cock at his entrance. Bound up like he was, he couldn’t do anything to move it in farther. The teasing note in their voice was classic Fin because they clearly enjoyed his torment.
“Please fuck me.”
“Well, when you beg so prettily, how can I say no?” The humor in Fin’s tone sent a ripple through him.
They pressed the tip of their lubed cock against his hole and slipped inside.
Despite their large length, they sank inside him with an embarrassing ease, and heat flushed his cheeks.
“Damn, sweetness. What a greedy hole you have.”
Fuck. Heat thumped through him, along with desperation. He wanted them to move, to fuck him hard and rough against the spanking bench, but he couldn’t do a damn thing. He was at their mercy, and they offered the tiniest back-and-forth motions, barely rocking in place.
“Do you need something more?” they asked, wickedness in their tone.
“Fuck me, please,” he said again.
“My little slut likes it hard.” Fin caressed his ass cheek and gave it a light slap, then pulled back and thrust inside him.
Sparks flared through him. God. Their cock stretched him out in the best way, filled him up, and when they slammed in again, they brushed right across his prostate.
Lust flared through him, hot and heavy, and his moans exploded through the room.
They might have an audience, but he was past caring.
They picked up speed with their thrusts, letting out harsh breaths and grunts as they fucked him with their massive cock.
Each time they rammed in, they hit his prostate like a bull’s-eye until he was gasping, moaning, losing his goddamned mind.
Yet he couldn’t go anywhere, strapped to the spanking bench like this.
No, he was tied here, forced to take their cock in front of everyone, and he loved every damn second.
Each thrust inside him felt like a claiming, like Fin announced to the world he was theirs, and fuck, he wanted that so badly the thought made him spin out.
To be desired like that, to be so important in someone’s life.
“Damn, sweetness, this ass.” Fin took him hard and fast. The smacks of skin to skin echoed through the room. Unlike in private, everyone could hear the filthy things Fin said to him. Damn if he didn’t like that even more. “I could fuck you all day just to watch it bounce.”
His cock ached so hard he could scream, the tension coiling inside him with hurricane force. Any moment, he’d unleash. But he couldn’t reach with his hand to jerk himself off, so he was here at Fin’s mercy, waiting for them to give him a reprieve.
“You can come anytime you want to,” they taunted, the tease spurring him on. His balls were heavier than they’d ever been, and even though the way they fucked him took the edge off, he needed release more than he ever had.
They rode him hard and fast, snapping their hips forward as their cock slammed into his prostate over and over and over until the pleasure consumed him, coursing through every inch of his body.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Sweat beaded on his temples and trickled down the insides of his thighs.
Fin’s cock was all he could feel, and he closed his eyes as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him.
They grew stronger by the second, more consuming, as if at any moment he could reach that nirvana. The place of sheer relief.
“Then come for me, sweetness,” Fin said.
They were fucking crazy. There was no way he’d be able to come like this .
Except the tension was building like the combustion of an engine, a spark ready to ignite.
He didn’t restrain his moans, wholly losing himself in the way they claimed him, how they fucked him better than anyone else.
How they made him feel whole, even if for a few moments.
His legs trembled, his arms shook, and his balls were ready to detonate.
Fin relentlessly pegged his prostate, driving into him with the force of a freight train. Fuck, it felt so good it bordered on painful. He gasped, each burst of pleasure bringing him closer and closer.
One second, he was choking out a moan; the next, his balls were drawing up.
His release stole over him like a summer rainstorm, fast and all-consuming.
Cum shot out of him in violent spurts, far more than normal, and his mind blanked.
Bliss flooded him with such a fierce wave that he was tugged under at once.
This was no quiet orgasm but a raging storm.
Ollie moaned out long and loud as he surrendered to the sheer, aching relief that carried through his body.
Even with his eyes closed, he could swear he saw colors.
The explosive force of his orgasm—where he’d come untouched—rushed all the way to his fingertips and toes.
“Mmmf, fuck yes.” Fin continued to ride him through the orgasm.
His whole body shook, a combination of his oversensitive prostate and his release. Pleasure radiated through him, and his limbs went lax. Thank fuck he was strapped to the spanking bench. Otherwise, he’d sag right over.
“Damn.” Fin froze behind him on a thrust. They let out a guttural groan, spearing their fingers through his hair and tightening.
His breaths were ragged as the aftereffects of coming after chastity still coursed through his body. He’d never had an orgasm that intense, and he’d never come untouched before. Fuck.
“Damn, that was so good.” Fin slumped forward over him. The weight felt so amazing that he never wanted them to move. He wanted to remain here, tied to the spanking bench with their cock buried deep within him. Ollie drank in the scent of sweat, sex, and leather, intoxicating.
They groaned as they pushed themself up.
“Need any help?” Meg asked, making him realize with crystal clarity they were still in the basement of Whipped with the rest of the crew.
Right. He’d just been fucked in front of an audience.
Heat flared through him again, and his cock thickened.
Apparently, he liked exhibition a little more than he thought.
“Nah, I’ve got him.” Fin patted Ollie on the ass as they pulled out.
He missed the fullness at once. His head spun, a bit dizzier than normal, everything a little cloudier.
Fin crouched in front of him. “Hey, sweetness,” they said, their hazel eyes crinkling with what could only be affection. “How’re you feeling?”
Ollie licked his lips, which were a little dry. “Spacey. Probably low on blood sugar.”
Fin nodded. “Since I’m not the best at the whole snuggling form of aftercare, how about we hop into my car, and I take you out to eat?”
“What about Play Night?” Ollie asked, his blinks becoming heavier, like his lids were weighted. Fin bustled around him, undoing the bonds around his wrists, around his ankles. The freedom sent another rush through him. He glanced up to Fin.
They gave him a whiplash smile. “You saw, you conquered, and you definitely came. I’d consider that a resounding success.”
Nolan cackled from behind them. “You fucking would, Finley.”
“Come on.” Fin wrapped an arm around him to help him up. “Let’s get a drink in you over on the couch, and then I’m taking you out.”
“Bring him over here,” Meg said .
Ollie used his remaining energy to stumble over to the couch where Meg and now Pixie sat. He collapsed into it, and Pixie gave him an understanding pat on the shoulder.
“Damn impressive for a first time here,” she said, her eyes soft and hazy.
His heart thumped hard.
“Good pick, Finley,” Meg said. “He belongs.”
The comment struck him right in the heart.
It was all he’d ever wanted. Somewhere to belong, and someone to belong to.
If only Fin would keep him.