Scott’s question startled his eyes open. He hadn’t realised he’d closed them.
“Yeah, I’m okay. It’s weird but…”
“Good?” Thomas suggested.
Scott pressed his lips together and hummed. He nodded.
“I’m going to turn it up a bit,” Thomas warned.
Scott gasped when the pump worked his dick faster. Wide-eyed, he watched his dick inflate through the viewing window.His cockhead filled with blood and blushed a delicate pink. It beat in time with the pump, throbbing as lube was forced around it.
“Let go of it, Scott.”
Scott twitched his fingers around the device. Thomas might have had the remote, but he could still yank it off himself if he needed to. Something in the back of his mind told him that would be a very painful idea, though.
“Scott…”
He let go and dug his fingers into the bed. He was still sat right on the edge, and the device swung around as it pumped him.
“Yeah,” Thomas mumbled. “Let that thing fuck your beautiful dick.”
Jesus.
Scott’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh,hell.”
“Shuffle back on the bed.”
“Huh?” Scott said, without opening his eyes. He licked his lips before panting them dry again. His heart beat got in sync with the thud of the machine.
“Lie down on the bed, Scott, before you blow your first load. I won’t be happy if you do it sat there while the camera is off.”
“Turn…turn the pump off a second, and I’ll shuffle bac –”
“No. Move back on the bed with it attached to your dick like I’m telling you to.”
Scott steadied the pump with his hand as he lay down. He licked his lips, holding the pump upright. It jerked in his hand, pulling on his trapped cock.
“Let go of it.”
Scott tightened his hold. “But it feels nice like this.”
“Scott,” Thomas hissed.
“Okay.”
He gently let go of the pump, and the weight of it made his dick fall to his belly. It kept pumping, though, coating his dick in lube.
“Now touch yourself.”
Scott shook his head. “I don’t need to. It’s going to make me –”
“I told you to touch yourself. In the places that make you shiver.”
Scott swallowed and stroked a hand across his abs, digging his nails into his skin. He didn’t know if it was a sin to like the feel of his own body, whether it was egotistical and vain. His hand shook until Thomas spoke again.
“It’s okay,” Thomas whispered. “It’s okay to worship your beautiful body.”
It wasn’t fair that Thomas was talking to him like that, especially when he was having his dick pumped.
