Scott’s eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Run that by me again.”
Thomas smirked. “I’d use a machine on your pretty cock and watch you squirm.”
“We don’t even have amilking machine.”
Thomas looked at him for a long time.
“You’re kidding me…”
“I told you, less vanilla, more –”
“Sex toys and control,” Scott murmured. “You have one of these…machines?”
Thomas nodded. “I do.”
“And you really think this will get us more subscribers?”
“I do.”
Scott bit his lip. “Okay… Then let’s do it. I’m the ice cream, remember?”
“This ice cream is going to be sucked and sucked until it’s just a cone… It’s not for everyone.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“And you’ve got to be okay with giving up control to me. You’ve got to trust me.”
“Thomas…you’re theonlyperson I trust.”
Thomas blinked. Then glared, craning his neck, moving more and more into Scott’s personal space.
“What?” Scott asked.
“I’m waiting for the moment you burst out laughing and tell me it was a joke.”
Scott shrugged. “You’ll be waiting a long time then…”
Thomas sighed. “I need to trust you too, Scott, trust that you’ll tell me if it’s too much, if it’s not your thing. If you don’t like how it feels. We’ll need a safe word too.”
“We don’t need a –”
“Yes. We do.” Thomas looked away. “And you need to practise first, with the camera off, see what it feels like, and then you can decide whether you want me to film you.”
“What are we waiting for –”
“Tomorrow,” Thomas said firmly. “We start tomorrow.”
Chapter sixteen
“RememberwhatIsaid,”Thomas reminded. “If it’s not for you…”
“Give it here,” Scott said, reaching for the cock pump.
Thomas clutched it to his chest for a moment, sighing at the contraption like he was giving up his baby, then passed it to Scott.
Scott had been imagining a literal farming pump meant for the teats of cows, but what Thomas handed to him looked more like a black flask with a viewing window attached to a tube and a wire.
“What’s the tube do?” Scott asked.
