Page 54 of Filtration Play
The moment it slipped free, he wanted to be filled up again.
“Please.” His skin vibrated from all the touch, from being on display, from the weight of the bonds around his wrists and ankles.
“Please what, sweet thing?” Fin nudged the tip of their cock at his entrance. Bound up like he was, he couldn’t do anything to move it in farther. The teasing note in their voice was classic Fin because they clearly enjoyed his torment.
“Please fuck me.”
“Well, when you beg so prettily, how can I say no?” The humor in Fin’s tone sent a ripple through him. They pressed the tip of their lubed cock against his hole and slipped inside. Despite their large length, they sank inside him with an embarrassing ease, and heat flushed his cheeks. “Damn, sweetness. What a greedy hole you have.”
Fuck. Heat thumped through him, along with desperation. He wanted them to move, to fuck him hard and rough against the spanking bench, but he couldn’t do a damn thing. He was at their mercy, and they offered the tiniest back-and-forth motions, barely rocking in place.
“Do you need something more?” they asked, wickedness in their tone.
“Fuck me, please,” he said again.
“My little slut likes it hard.” Fin caressed his ass cheek and gave it a light slap, then pulled back and thrust inside him. Sparks flared through him. God. Their cock stretched him out in the best way, filled him up, and when they slammed in again, they brushed right across his prostate. Lust flared through him, hot and heavy, and his moans exploded through the room. They might have an audience, but he was past caring.
They picked up speed with their thrusts, letting out harsh breaths and grunts as they fucked him with their massive cock. Each time they rammed in, they hit his prostate like a bull’s-eye until he was gasping, moaning, losing his goddamned mind. Yet he couldn’t go anywhere, strapped to the spanking bench like this. No, he was tiedhere, forced to take their cock in front of everyone, and he loved every damn second.
Each thrust inside him felt like a claiming, like Fin announced to the world he was theirs, and fuck, he wanted that so badly the thought made him spin out.
To be desired like that, to be so important in someone’s life.
“Damn, sweetness, this ass.” Fin took him hard and fast. The smacks of skin to skin echoed through the room. Unlike in private, everyone could hear the filthy things Fin said to him. Damn if he didn’t like that even more. “I could fuck you all day just to watch it bounce.”
His cock ached so hard he could scream, the tension coiling inside him with hurricane force. Any moment, he’d unleash. But he couldn’t reach with his hand to jerk himself off, so he was here at Fin’s mercy, waiting for them to give him a reprieve.
“You can come anytime you want to,” they taunted, the tease spurring him on. His balls were heavier than they’d ever been, and even though the way they fucked him took the edge off, he needed release more than he ever had.
They rode him hard and fast, snapping their hips forward as their cock slammed into his prostate over and over and over until the pleasure consumed him, coursing through every inch of his body.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Sweat beaded on his temples and trickled down the insides of his thighs. Fin’s cock was all he could feel, and he closed his eyes as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. They grew stronger by the second, more consuming, as if at any moment he could reach that nirvana. The place of sheer relief.
“Then come for me, sweetness,” Fin said.
They were fucking crazy. There was no way he’d be able to come like this.
Except the tension was building like the combustion of an engine, a spark ready to ignite. He didn’t restrain his moans, wholly losing himself in the way they claimed him, how they fucked him better than anyone else. How they made him feel whole, even if for a few moments. His legs trembled, his arms shook, and his balls were ready to detonate.
Fin relentlessly pegged his prostate, driving into him with the force of a freight train. Fuck, it felt so good it bordered on painful. He gasped, each burst of pleasure bringing him closer and closer.
One second, he was choking out a moan; the next, his balls were drawing up.
His release stole over him like a summer rainstorm, fast and all-consuming. Cum shot out of him in violent spurts, far more than normal, and his mind blanked. Bliss flooded him with such a fierce wave that he was tugged under at once. This was no quiet orgasm but a raging storm. Ollie moaned out long and loud as he surrendered to the sheer, aching relief that carried through his body. Even with his eyes closed, he could swear he saw colors. The explosive force of his orgasm—where he’d come untouched—rushed all the way to his fingertips and toes.
“Mmmf, fuck yes.” Fin continued to ride him through the orgasm.
His whole body shook, a combination of his oversensitive prostate and his release. Pleasure radiated through him, and his limbs went lax. Thank fuck he was strapped to the spanking bench. Otherwise, he’d sag right over.
“Damn.” Fin froze behind him on a thrust. They let out a guttural groan, spearing their fingers through his hair and tightening.
His breaths were ragged as the aftereffects of coming after chastity still coursed through his body. He’d never had an orgasm that intense, and he’d never come untouchedbefore. Fuck.
“Damn, that was so good.” Fin slumped forward over him. The weight felt so amazing that he never wanted them to move. He wanted to remain here, tied to the spanking bench with their cock buried deep within him. Ollie drank in the scent of sweat, sex, and leather, intoxicating.
They groaned as they pushed themself up.
“Need any help?” Meg asked, making him realize with crystal clarity they were still in the basement of Whipped with the rest of the crew. Right. He’d just been fucked in front of an audience. Heat flared through him again, and his cock thickened. Apparently, he liked exhibition a little more than he thought.
