Page 36 of Filtration Play
They swiped between their thighs and brought their slickened fingers up to Ollie’s mouth. “Suck.”
He obeyed beautifully, wrapping that supple mouth around their fingers and sucking hard. His moan vibrated around their fingers, and his warm tongue licked around the lengths. His eyes rolled back in his head. Goddamn. They didn’t need him to be a pain slut, not when he responded so well to their favorite things.
Fin pulled their fingers out and thrust hard inside him again. They regained their tempo from before until they were fucking him hard and fast. The bed creaked and groaned from the force, and sweat prickled on their forehead. Ollie’s cries were loud enough they hoped the whole pizza place down below could hear.
“Such a sexy little slut,” they said. “You take my cock so damn well.”
They rammed into him hard and fast, the pressure tightening, growing more and more intense between their thighs until it created an exquisite blend of pleasure-pain. They needed to come something fierce. Sweat beaded on their skin. “I’m going to use you like the pretty little fucktoy you are until I come.”
“Oh god,” Ollie gasped, his eyes rolling back.
Any restraint they had snapped.
Their nails dug into his thighs as they fucked him hard enough for the smacks to echo through the room. Each drive in had the tension, the pleasure increasing, closer and closer. Their breaths came out ragged as they kept their tempo, fucking in fierce enough that the collision stung. Trapped by the restraints, Ollie couldn’t do anything. He was pinned to the middle of their bed, there for Fin’s use, again and again and again. Like this, they were reduced to something feral, something wild, as they fucked and claimed him.
They thrust in hard enough that a keening cry came from him.
All too fast, their orgasm smashed into them. Their clit throbbed, and bliss poured through them with the force of a plane taking flight, lifting them higher and higher. Fin locked into place, breathing hard through the waves and waves of their release, still buried deep inside Ollie. Sweat trickled down their neck, and the bursts of sensation held them captive.
Ollie whimpered. The tip of his cock leaked so much that the area around glistened. However, with it trapped in the cage, he couldn’t do anything but get fucked. Ngh. Fin slowly pulled out, and another desperate noise bubbled up from Ollie’s throat. The receding waves of their orgasm hummed through them, wringing them out. However, they wanted to try to push Ollie to a prostate orgasm. He was so sensitive it might be possible.
Plus, they had an ass to breed.
“Don’t worry, baby.” They gave his ass a light pat. “You’ll get another cock soon.”
“Damn, that’s so hot.” Ollie tipped his head back, staring up at the ceiling. “I love that you can wreck me over and over again.”
“Trust me, I love it too.” Fin switched out the cock in their harness for the bigger one. Their sheets were stained from spit, from slick, from pre-cum, and now they would get ruined by cum. They loopedthe tube through the side of their harness so the syringe dangled by their side, and settled between Ollie’s spread legs. “And this time, your hole’s been worked open enough to take something bigger.”
He licked his lips, his eyes dosed with lust. Damn, they loved his reactions. If he was this much of a size queen, he might even take a fist someday.
They slicked their neon-pink length up with more lube and slowly sank inside him again. This time, they faced a little more resistance, since this one was both longer and thicker, but Ollie’s moans encouraged them on. Their little bullet vibe hummed, continuing to light their clit up. Even though they’d just come, they could squeeze another one out, especially with how much they were dripping, how fucking hot this dynamic got them.
“Pretty little boy is perfect for breeding,” they said, low and raspy. “Want me to fill you up, baby?”
“Please, please, please,” Ollie begged, his voice raw, wrecked, and real in a way that shot right to the heart of them.
They fucked in and out of him again, and the moans grew louder. The bed creaked, the comforter a stained tangle beneath them.
“Want me leaking out of you?” They thrust in, each push sending a flutter of pleasure through them anew. “Want that hole sloppy and dripping?”
“Breed me.”
Damn, those words shot straight through them like epinephrine. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
They lost themselves in fucking him hard and fierce, coaxing moan after moan until their thighs burned and Ollie was quaking. His cock dribbled, unable to do anything in the cage, his balls heavy. Fin fucked like they’d been possessed, the wildness rising inside them once more. The scents of sweat and sex were heavy in the air, mingling with hisnatural musk and the sharpness of his cologne. Ollie was the hottest person they’d ever been with, and they couldn’t get enough.
Dangerous, dangerous thoughts to entertain.
“Think your pretty little prostate’s going to release?” they asked. “Think you can come for me that way?”
With the way he moaned louder and louder with every pass, the chance was high. Their clit hummed again with need, the intensity growing each time they thrust into him, and they might be able to coax another orgasm out.
“Can I even do that?”
“Baby, prostate orgasms are a game changer.” They continued to fuck into him, drops of sweat tickling as they trailed down their face. “If you can manage those, chastity’s going to be your fucking favorite.”
“Holy fuck.” Ollie balled his hands into fists, and sweat glistened all over him, his breaths coming out faster.
