Page 33 of Filtration Play
“Better not keep me waiting too long,” Fin said. “Only good boys get fucked after a shoot. And with the cage on, you’re going to be dying to get filled up.”
Ngh. Their tone did the work for him. He moved his hand faster. Fin’s perusal was intense, and his cheeks heated even more. Maybe it was better he come now. Who knew how long Fin planned on keeping him caged?
Fuuuck. The idea alone sent a bolt of lust through him, so strong his balls drew up. He shot his hand out as his cum rocketed out of him in a fierce sweep. The orgasm hit hard and fast, and the cum splattered on his palm.
“Look at you, good boy,” Fin purred. “Now lick it up.”
Oh god. Heat rushed through him from head to toe. He’d never realized humiliation could be his thing, but he liked Fin giving the orders far too much. He lifted his palm full of cum up and licked. Salty but not bad. He’d swallowed cum before but never his own, and the idea of being forced to do so—ngh. It turned him on something fierce.
Ollie took his time licking, long, slow strokes, and he didn’t miss how Fin’s nostrils flared, how the hazel was swallowed up by the black of their heated eyes. The stare on him was inexorable, addictive, and he couldn’t get enough. He deliberately sucked each finger, sliding it in and out of his mouth, all while Fin watched, arms crossed, transfixed. If he’d known kink could make him feel like this—this powerful and seen in the same breath—he would’ve jumped in earlier.
Fin snapped their fingers. “Okay, keep playing around, and you’ll be hard all over again. Then we’ll be in the same predicament as before.”
Ollie pulled his finger out of his mouth with a pop and grinned. Fin was fun in a way that made him feel comfortable.
Fin grabbed a bottle of lube from the nearby table and pumped a small amount onto their hand. “It’ll be easier to grease this up to start.”
He licked his lips as he stood there stark naked, his cock having deflated post orgasm. Granted, if Fin got their hands on him, there was a high chance he’d stiffen up again.
They ran a little lube around a circular part of the device. “I think this should fit you fine, but tell me if it pinches. It should be comfortable, not painful. Any discomfort should be within tolerable limits,not actual pain.” They slid the circle up, grabbed his balls, and, in a few deft motions, fed them through until the circle was around his entire base. Then they drew his deflated cock through the small cock-shaped cage that they attached to the ring.
“Oh, fuck.” His cock felt so snug in the enclosure, and almost as if to resist the caging, he hardened. The pressure surrounding him, the inability to get completely hard, even though his cock tried to test the confines of its new prison, oh god, this turned him on beyond belief. He’d been wondering how chastity might feel, and this answered his question entirely.
“Here’s a key,” Fin said. “I’ll always give you one in case you need to unlock yourself. After tonight, we can negotiate how long you’d like to keep it on or off. There is no pressure. If you decide that tonight you want to take it off and paint the walls with jizz, your call. Not only are you new to kink in general but in this as well, so it’s better to start by exploring what your limits are rather than diving into anything extreme.”
Ollie chewed on his lower lip as he ran his hand over his caged cock. Like this, it looked so damn small. Fuck, he liked that too. The idea of them commanding his orgasms for longer than tonight…shit, yeah, that worked for him. The frustration, the desperation, would guaranteed build up, and he’d been with Fin enough times to know the payoff would be well worth it.
“If we do longer than a night, can I text you about it?” he asked.
Fin arched a brow, a feral look in their eyes. “If you aren’t texting me horny, desperate messages, I’ll be disappointed.”
“Maybe a few days to start, then?” He tugged at his balls as if that’d do anything to help. Already, his focus was on his dick even more than normal, solely because he couldn’t do anything with it. This would be the best sort of torture, especially with Fin at the helm.
“Sounds perfect,” they said, a wicked curve to their lips. “Now pop on your briefs, and let’s get to work. We’ve got a photo shoot to do.”
Right. Taking pictures while mostly stripped down as café customers stomped around overhead, and Fin bossed him around, all while he couldn’t even get hard.
He wasn’t sure he’d survive.
Chapter Twelve
The shoot went great.
That was an understatement. The camera loved Ollie, and Fin was obsessed with this shoot—well, with every shoot involving him.
Except now they’d reached Fin’s place, and the nerves increased, mostly because they’d never hooked up with anyone in their apartment before. And the sight of Ollie approaching behind them, his large strides, those broad shoulders, knowing his cock was locked away for them, yeah, that was sexy as fuck. The shadows sharpened his features, night already fallen. And of course right as they were leaving, Pixie and Eva had shown up, asking why they weren’tattending Play Night.
Because the person they were dying to get their hands on was Oliver Hale.
They didn’t bother waiting, just strode up the steps, which let out angry creaks and groans. Fin unlocked their door and flung it open, walked inside, and popped on the lights to illuminate the place. Their veins simmered, the heat they’d contained during the session threatening to spill over. Seeing Ollie bound and gagged—fuck, they didn’t need to add that to the spank bank because they had the photos whenever they wanted to look.
And they’d probably peruse them often.
The door clicked shut behind Ollie, and he strode into their apartment. Part of them was relieved he’d been here before, that they’d broken open the seal. Still, the bedroom was new territory.
“In here.” Their skin prickled when they entered their bedroom, their inner sanctum for so long. They weren’t sure why they kept people away from their house, their bedroom. Maybe it was some goblin tendency to protect their space. Growing up with their dad, Fin had their fair share of spots they’d run to when they needed somewhere safe.
None of them had involved other people.
