“Yes,” Scott whispered. “It doesn’t feel like me.”
The Scott on the screen was in the blissed-out stage, out of his mind in the space between pleasure and pain, the pleasant build-up where his breathing slowed and he relaxed completely to let the devices do their jobs.
“I can’t believe none of your clients used toys on you.” Thomas’s voice brushed against the sweat building down Scott’s spine. “But I’m so fucking glad they didn’t.”
“It wasn’t about me,” Scott panted. “It’s never been about me.”
“It is now,” Thomas promised. “I’ve made it about you.”
The Scott on screen asked for Thomas, begged him to come close. Scott covered his ears not to hear, but Thomas’s warning hiss of his name dropped them back by his sides.
“It’s too much,” he blurted.
“What is?”
“Seeing and hearingthatScott, the one of the past. Your voice. The sounds those machines make.” He shifted his hips, the move slapped his hard cock to his belly. He whimpered at the sensation, needing to do it again. He would've made himself come like that if Thomas hadn’t hissed into his ear to stop.
Scott shivered, biting his lip. “Can I at least touch myself?”
“Of course,” Thomas replied. “Anywhere above the waist.”
“What?”
“That beautiful cock of yours is being left alone.” Thomas looked at Scott’s crotch. “I love seeing it like that, hard and glistening.”
“Too much –”
“What is?”
“Right now. You talking, touching, not letting me jerk off, keeping me still on your lap, making me watchthis. It’s a lot.”
“I know it is, but I can make it worse.”
“Don’t,” Scott begged.
“I could whisper in your ear all the things I’m going to do to you in the future. So future Scott can be turning you on too.”
“Future Scott?”
Thomas made a pleased hum. “Ask me what I’ve done with your cum…”
Scott widened his eyes. “What?”
“Ask me.”
“I don’t want to know.”
Thomas chuckled. “Yeah, you do… What did your vanilla brain think I was doing with it?”
Right up until that moment, Scott hadn’t thought about it, but he frowned, blurting out the most obvious answer, “Throwing it away.”
Thomas tutted in disappointment. “Do you really think I’d throw any ofyouaway?”
He brushed a hand up Scott’s chest and pinched a nipple.
“I don’t… I don’t…”
“I’ve kept it, stored it, hoarded it.”
