“God, you’re beautiful like this.”
Scott wanted to ask him to keep touching, keep stroking his skin. But he didn’t have a voice, or the coordination to plead; instead, he whimpered like an animal until Thomas’s hand roamed his skin again, zeroing in on one of his nipples. He circled it with his nail first, before twisting it and creating a moaning mess out of Scott.
Thomas chuckled and spread his hand across Scott’s chest.
The shivers and chills running through his body took away the touch.
Scott didn’t know what his dick was doing, didn’t know if Thomas had stopped the pump to take away all other distractions. He didn’t have to move, thrust, or chase; the vibrator was coming for him whether he liked it or not, and when it hit, it was gradual, given to him piece by piece.
It didn’t have the same velocity as his earlier orgasm; it was drawn out, more of a gentle ride than the steep climb and a rollercoaster drop, but Scott was lost to the sensation. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his breathing stuttered.
Thomas put pressure on his belly, easing Scott down until he was flat on the bed again, where he was no longer straining his back and stretching his stomach.
“Your pussy loves it, doesn’t it…”
Thomas kept his hand on Scott for the entire time, encouraging him to take deep, slow breaths.
When that orgasm started to fade out, Scott became aware of his cock, still being pumped. He was hard and aching, and it didn’t take long until his cock was spasming, shooting out cum that coated the inside of the pump. The machine noisily sucked it up, and Thomas groaned like he’d been the one fucked and sucked from one orgasm to the next.
Sensitivity burned hot and fast like a thousand needles sent from hell to attack his dick, and yet again Thomas encouraged him through it, promised there was pleasure on the other side of hell, and when he reached it, the relief overwhelmed him.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Thomas warned, turning up the pump and the vibrator until Scott gasped and fisted the sheets.
The thought of what was to come both excited and terrified him.
Scott ached from head to toe. Even his eyelids were heavy with fatigue. When he fluttered them open, his eyes scratched, as if he hadn’t used them in a while. Thomas sat beside him on the bed, resting against the headboard with one hand in Scott’s hair and the other scrolling on his phone. He didn’t comment on Scott’s impression of a newborn foal as he tried to shift onto all fours and failed.
Scott slumped back down into the mattress and smashed his cheek into Thomas’s thigh.
Thomas resumed absent-mindedly petting his hair.
Scott rested against him, getting his bearings without having to move.
His dick was no longer in a pump, and the vibrator had gone from his body; he clenched just to be sure, and there was nothing inside him apart from a deep-seated ache behind his belly button.
The cameras were also gone, and Thomas had pulled a sheet over him.
Scott furrowed his brow, thinking back to his last memory. There was pleasure, and pain, and Thomas’s arm wrapping around his shoulders, helping him to lift his head so he could look down at the bed, at himself being fucked by the pump.
Scott had felt boneless and flopped back onto Thomas’s arm to gaze up into emotionless snake eyes.
Then nothing.
A complete empty void.
Thomas scratched his nails against Scott’s scalp, causing his lashes to flutter.
“You back with me now?” Thomas asked.
“I was unaware I went anywhere.”
Thomas chuckled. “You definitely did, Scott.”
“Did I…did I faint?”
“Yes.”
Scott closed his eyes. “How mortifying.”
