“Sucks your cum into a beaker.”
“Why?”
Thomas shrugged. “Why not?”
Scott stared at Thomas until he sighed.
“So I can measure how much I get out of you.”
“And you find that hot?”
Thomas’s nostrils flared. “I find thatincrediblyhot.”
Scott looked away. “Okay,” he murmured to himself. “I guess you should switch it on, let me…feel it.”
Thomas nodded and shoved the plug for the pump into the socket by the door.
Scott frowned, turning the pump over in his hands. “There’s no buttons…”
“There is.”
Thomas held up a remote. “They’re not to be operated by the user. The user is at my mercy.”
Scott eased a slow breath out of pursed lips.
“But I told you, if you want to stop, you say our safe word.” Thomas raised his brow. “What’s our safe word, Scott?”
Scott pressed his lips in a firm line.
“Don’t be stubborn.”
“Balloon,” Scott growled through his teeth.
Thomas smiled. “Good.”
“Like I’ll ever forget that.”
“That’s the point.” Thomas lifted the remote. “Ready for me to turn it on.”
Scott nodded, and Thomas pressed down on the remote.
He could see the mechanism inside working, opening and closing in a slow rhythm.
“Try it on the back of your hand.”
Scott did as he was told, feeling the suction. He moved it onto his bare thigh. “It’s loud.”
The pump made a dull, repeated thump, almost like a heartbeat.
“Hopefully you’ll learn to love it.” Thomas increased the speed, and Scott gaped at the perfect red circle forming on his thigh.
“I need to teach you how to put it on.”
Scott frowned. “It’s self-explanatory, isn’t it? I put my cock in it.”
Thomas hummed. “There’s a little more to it than that. When you slip it on, use one hand to push down on your scrotum until the pump gets a good seal. You do not want your balls getting sucked into it alongside your dick.”
“Why not?”
