“And what isit?”
“A prostate massager.”
Scott squirmed in his seat. “And you happen to have one of these machines?”
Thomas slowly nodded.
“Of course you do, does your secret room happen to be a sex dungeon?”
“It shares some similarities, yes, but I’d like to use both the massager and the milker. I think…” Thomas swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. “I think you’ll like that.”
“It’s not about what I like, it’s about –”
“Our subscribers, I know.”
“Our?”
Thomas nodded. “Yes.Our.I think they’ll come in their pants at a video of you being fucked out of your mind both inside and out. I know I certainly might.”
Scott stopped breathing.
“Do I need to whack you on the back again?”
“No, I’m good,” Scott replied before putting his empty fork in his mouth and chewing.
Thomas hummed. “You thought that had mash on it, didn’t you?”
Scott nodded. “I thought I could style it out.”
“You couldn’t.”
“Yep, I realise that now.” Scott sighed, dropping the fork to the plate. “When are we doing the…massager and milking?”
“Tomorrow,” Thomas replied. “But promise me you won’t jerk off thinking about it tonight, I need you locked and loaded…and ready to blow.”
Scott had been an escort for over ten years, but he hadn’t realised just how ‘vanilla’ his job had been until he peeked into Thomas’s world.
Sure, he knew about kink, and BDSM, toys, role play, and extreme fetish, but that world existed on a parallel plane. His clients were after oral and sex in its simplistic form.
He had a dildo he used to stretch himself, but it wasn’t for pleasure, it was practicality, to bring someone else pleasure without ruining the mood. He knew how to touch himself inside and out, but again, it wasn’t for his benefit, it was for the client.
It was a show, a performance, and his clients didn’t need to be aware of the nitty-bitty stuff that made sure it was Oscar-worthy.
“Here,” Thomas said, sitting beside Scott on the bed. He had the massager in his hand. It was black, made of smooth plastic in a hook shape. Thomas squeezed the bulbous head.
“It doesn’t look like a cock,” Scott remarked.
“It’s not supposed to, its size, shape, texture and movement are for the pleasure of the user. It’s not trying to replicate anal sex; I’ve got other toys for that. This will stroke your prostate,” he said, rolling his thumb over the head, then he slid his hand down the toy, and Scott’s cock twitched. “At the base, there’s beads which will move in a clockwise direction, stimulating your hole, and this flat piece at the bottom will rest against your perineum. It vibrates too.”
Thomas passed it over.
“It’s like the Swiss army knife version of a vibrator,” Scott murmured.
Thomas switched on each individual element for Scott to feel against his fingers, then put them all on at the same time.
It whirled and buzzed in Scott’s hand, and he found it a turn-on.
Why the hell was it a turn-on?
