“Good, Scott,” Thomas murmured. “That was one.”
“One,” he gasped.
Thomas made an affirmative noise. “And I want at least five. I would say it gets easier each time, but I don’t think it does, you just get more…detached.”
Scott closed his eyes. He could already feel it building again, the hot, heavy feeling in his lower belly. He couldn’t stop it. It was going to make him come over and over. He groaned, with both desire and dread. He wanted the orgasm, but not what came next.
“Let it fuck you, Scott. Let it own your dick, make you come.”
Thomas’s running commentary was helping Scott’s orgasm along, and it was already racing towards him.
“Tell me when you’re clo –”
“I’m close,” Scott blurted, moving his hips. “I’m… I’m there. Oh God, I’m there.”
The bed dipped, the angle changed on his dick, and Scott opened his eyes in time to see Thomas kneeling beside his hip, second camera in one hand while he held the top of the pump in the other.
“Let’s see it, let’s see it make your beautiful cock throb.”
Scott groaned, biting his lip. He stared up at the ceiling because it was too much to look at Thomas licking his lips by his trapped cock. His abs contracted, and he whimpered as his arousal climbed to its peak.
“Yeah, baby,” Thomas cooed.
Scott’s lashes fluttered, thinking the pet name was meant for him, but Thomas continued. “That’s it, suck his dick, be greedy with him.”
He spoke to the toy, growing enthused at it taking Scott apart, and Scott had no idea how that was more arousing than being spoken to by Thomas himself, but it was.
One more pump, and he was coming again.
Scott bit his tongue not to moan.
“You won’t be able to stop moaning and whimpering by the end.” Thomas chuckled softly. “That’s the shot, right there. I love that your cum is so fucking thick, Scott. It looks so good on camera.”
Scott tossed his head left to right on the pillow. “Fuck, Thomas. Don’t…don’t talk, it makes it worse.”
“Worse? It makes it better from where I’m standing,” Thomas slurred his words. “It’s getting so much out of you. You’re acomer,no doubt about it, and a beautiful one at that.”
If Scott wasn’t being fucked out of his own mind, he would’ve shoved his fingers in his ears.
He gritted his teeth, straining again as every nerve in him screamed out to stop the machine. He twitched, he writhed, and at one point, he whimpered.
Even with his eyes closed, he felt the room spinning and insanity clawing its way in. He hated the pump, he hated it so much, but he wasn’t going to yank it off.
“I love the shape of your perfect cockhead, so flushed and red.” Thomas let go of the pump. “But most of all, I love watching you be fucked by this thing.”
When pain gave way to pleasure once again, it felt so sudden, Scott gasped. He loved the pump, he loved the swish of the lube and his cum around his cockhead. He loved the sound of it getting louder, sucking him faster, and he loved Thomas gazing down at him with a smile which was either cruel or pleased, but it didn’t matter either way.
“I think you’re almost there…”
Scott wanted to ask Thomas what he meant, but he couldn’t; he couldn’t do much but stare up at a ceiling he could no longer see.
He was floating.
He was as high as a kite while his dick was fucked over and over.
Thomas stood by the bed, or at least Scott thought he did. “And I know you’re not faking this… You can’t fake this.”
Scott blearily looked down at his dick on his stomach being sucked and fucked and everything in between.
