“Scott,” Thomas said firmly, touching his hand.
Scott blinked in quick succession. “Erm. You know what, I’m not hungry right now…” He pushed his bowl away and left the kitchen.
He ended up in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling where his mind played tricks on him and he could see an unhappy face pinned to the plaster.
Thomas hovered in the doorway. “There’s a lot of profiles, a lot of competition from all around the world. £12,000 is good for two weeks’ work.”
“It’s not enough,” Scott whispered.
Thomas sighed as he came into the room. He perched on the edge of the bed.
“What if I had an idea of how to make more money…”
“I’d say no, I’m not selling my kidney.”
Thomas chuckled. “Earlier when I said I’d make you come –”
“You mean your first sexual threat?”
“You got all flustered, and again when I licked you.”
Scott wiped his neck despite it having happened hours ago. “That was disgusting, by the way.”
“You’re sexually curious,” Thomas concluded. “Yesterday you even mentioned trying my flavour ice cream.”
Scott said nothing.
“I think I can help you with that…curiosity.”
“That doesn’t help my money situation.”
“Of course it does. Step into my world. On camera, the real, genuine article.”
“Sex toys and control…”
Thomas nodded. “We could be magic together.”
Scott blinked. “Together?”
“Subscribers will want to see a monster like me with a man like you.”
“You’re not a monster.”
Thomas gestured to himself. “I’m insulted that you don’t think so. I like the idea of people seeing me do that to you.” He smirked. “And sure, I’ll get negative comments about my appearance, about my weight, but I’ve had worse. There’s nothing that can be said to me that’ll get through my thick skin.”
Scott looked away.
“Give up control to me.”
Scott’s stomach fizzled. He looked at Thomas and asked softly, “What would you do to me?”
Thomas’s lips parted, and his forked tongue peeked out. It ran over his bottom lip, then disappeared into his mouth. “I’d make you come over and over, and that’s a promise.”
“How?”
Thomas’s gaze whipped up and down Scott’s body before he settled his stare on Scott’s crotch.
“I think I’d milk your cock first…”
