“Here comes the vibrator.”
Scott barely heard him above the sound of the pump, but he knew when Thomas turned on the thing inside him. It hit him like a jolt behind his balls. He cursed and reached down, only for Thomas to snap at him to keep his arms by his sides.
“If you want to touch, touchonlyyourself.”
His balls and perineum were both vibrating, shooting pleasurable sparks at his dick.
Thomas turned on the beads, and the shift of them at Scott's rim made him shiver. “Holy hell.”
Thomas chuckled. “Feels nice?”
“I’m not going to last.”
“I told you before, it’s not about lasting, it’s about giving me everything.” Thomas stepped into view of the cameras and held up the beaker attached to the pump. He had a Sharpie in his other hand and drew a red line on the plastic. “That’s how much I want… That’s how much you’re going to give me.”
Scott lifted his head and wide-eyed, looked at Thomas. “I can’t –”
“You will,” Thomas said with promise. “Both your cock and your pussy are going to fill it for me.”
“My…my pussy?”
“Yes,” Thomas replied. “Pussy.”
He activated the prodding bulbous head, and Scott cried out.
It was beating against his prostate like a pulse.
“Looks to me like yourpussyneeds a good pounding…”
“Fuck,” Scott panted, bringing his feet flat on the bed. He lifted his hips and squirmed his toes in the sheets. He needed tothrust, to shake the thing inside him away from his prostate, but it stayed in place, stroking him.
The sound of the pump was loud in his ears, and his cockhead fluttered with the first warning.
“Oh fuck,” he yelled, then whimpered as he lost his first load to the pump. It sucked him through it, swishing lube around him in pleasant sips, then the oversensitivity came crashing into him, and he scrunched up his face, pressing back into the pillow.
He growled through his teeth, curled both his toes and fingers and tensed his stomach muscles.
“Let it get you to the other side,” Thomas said somewhere close by. “You know it can.”
Scott didn’t know where Thomas watched him from with his eyes squeezed shut.
“It hurts,” Scott managed to force out.
“It’ll pass,” Thomas insisted.
And Scott knew it would, and when it did, it was abrupt, disorienting, almost as if the Scott who had been in pain had gone entirely, switched out with one who had the urge to thank Thomas over and over for telling him to endure.
“That was a penile orgasm, but I’m after a prostate one from that beautiful pussy of yours.”
Scott relaxed into the bed, sliding his feet along the crumpled sheet until his legs were flat again. As he sank, the stroking inside him got more intense, until he chased the stimulation, arching his back on the bed, pushing his chest out and staying suspended like that as his breathing hitched.
“Yes, Scott,” Thomas murmured. “You’re going to come like that. That thing inside you under my control is going to make you come. You’ll feel the difference, and I’ll get to see it when your dick oozes instead of shoots.”
“I… I…”
Scott’s thighs were trembling. He dug his heels into the bed, stiffening his calves and thighs. They were on fire as heat crept up from his toes. He couldn’t stop shivering, and each time he did, the sensation climbed higher. His hole twitched. His hips bore down, arching so much he was practically sitting on the vibrator, making a bridge out of his body.
Thomas ran a hand over Scott’s arched form, brushing from Scott’s belly all the way to his throat. The jackhammering head inside Scott got quicker, flicking his prostate, moving up and down against it until Scott was seeing stars. They were shooting towards him until his vision whited out. Time and place no longer mattered; the world receded, closing in on itself until Scott could only feel the relentless thudding behind his belly button.
