Page 19 of Filtration Play
“I don’t know anyone who’d pick the roaches.” Fin swung their flashlight to the corners of the place, revealing more rubble and the patchwork of the walls that remained. They watched their step, testing the floor before they put their foot down. Given this wasn’t Ollie’s first rodeo, they didn’t bother explaining the protocol to him, since he seemed more than equipped to handle this.
The darkness seeped into their bones, a familiarity to it that they embraced. Maybe that made them an odd fucker, but they’d always been far more comfortable in the dark than in the bright sunlight.
“This way,” Ollie said. “There’s a big open area with a fair amount of light that pours in.”
“That’s exactly what I want for a shoot. Let’s head there.”
“You know, I’m missing a Packers game for this,” Ollie teased, even though it was clear by his comfortable stride he wasn’t regretting a thing.
Fin snorted. “Babe, the only packers I’m interested are the ones in my pants.”
Ollie let out a low curse. “Well, maybe I’m interested in those too.”
“Well, good boys get rewards.” Their voice turned raspy, and Ollie’s whole body shivered in response. Someone had a praise kink. And a humiliation kink if they were guessing right. Fuck, they loved playing with subs who responded the way he did.
“I’m up to the challenge.” He ducked past a piece of ceiling hanging down and slipped through another doorway.
Fin followed him through the entryway, and once they stepped through, they paused to survey the room.
The pipes stretched out like snakes, slithering across the cracked and splintered ceiling. Debris from the demolition had accumulated in the corners, chunks of plaster and cinder block. Yet the walls were somewhat intact, despite the degradation from time and occasional gaping hole, and light streamed in through the broad, open windowless frames, which held fragments of glass that jutted out like teeth. The gradation of the yellowed beams against the patches of deep, velvety shadow made their brain whir.
Already, shots formed in their head, the composition, the color scheme. And Ollie in front of them, drenched in darkness with sparing scraps of light, formed a devastatingly beautiful sight.
“Stay there.” Fin rummaged around for their camera and spent a few seconds adjusting the focus and some of the lighting adjustments on their Nikon Z 5. They snapped a few shots of Ollie standing in the center of the room, and their heart sped. They fucking adored this part of the process, of capturing the right shot, especially when the surroundings made for memorable art.
“Is the area around you stable?” they asked.
Ollie gave the ground some light taps of his feet. “Yeah, stable here. Though the corner looks a bit wrecked.” A pile of rubble clustered, and a large, dark spot signaled what was most likely a hole in the flooring. Nothing they wanted to explore too in depth.
“Get on your knees for me and take off your shirt,” they said. The visuals sprang to life, and this would be the best space to capture them. Ollie’s body was fucking stunning and deserved to be highlighted from every angle.
Ollie sank to his knees with a naturalness that sent a thrill through Fin. Fuck, he could be so amazing to play with. When he peeledhis shirt off, they didn’t hide ogling him. His chest was firm and carved, not with glamour muscles but from hard work. Those abs were lickable, and Fin wanted to bind him up and tease every inch of him with their tongue. God, they’d gotten to sink between those muscular cheeks the other week, but one time hadn’t been enough. They wanted to eat him out until he was sobbing, just tease and torture him until he surrendered.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we’ll have a problem.” He pressed down on his erection, which tested the confines of those gray sweats, creating a sexy-as-fuck dick print.
“Maybe I like problems,” they said. “Can’t help how delicious you look.”
He tossed his tee onto the ground, creating a billow of dust and dirt.
“Spread your legs a little more,” Fin said. “Show off that sexy cock.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and widened his stance. His cock tented the fabric of his sweats, and damn, what a sight.
“If you’re not comfortable with that being in the photo, I can cut the shot off at the hips,” Fin said. “Your call. Changeable at any point. Though it’s a gorgeous bulge. Definitely something to be proud of.”
Ollie straightened the slightest bit, and his eyes grew a little more intense. “Nah, I’m fine with it. What are you going to do with me now?”
“What wouldn’t I like to do with you.” Fin didn’t bother to mask the heat in their voice. Fuck, this boy was too damn pretty. “For the shoot, though, I’m going to bind your arms to your chest while you’re down on your knees. Bring your hands back behind you. Nothing too complex for the setting.” However, now that they got him on his knees, a parade of filthy imagery marched through their head. The sheer amount offunthey could have with him was unfathomable.
They reached into their bag and tugged out the black bondage tape. Their body hummed with awareness from the creep of the shadows and the pristine stillness in this desolate place. It had them on alert in a way they loved, like driving at top speed on the freeway. They kneeled to the ground beside Ollie, and the second they held out the bondage tape, Ollie’s breath hitched. Fuck, his reactions were so delicious. They wanted to devour every single one. He broadcasted his desires so easily, and Fin loved that in a play partner.
“Any circulatory issues I need to know about before we go binding things?” Fin asked as they crouched beside him, tape in hand.
“Diabetic, but it’s controlled, and I’m in good shape right now.”
“If there’s an adrenaline spike from being bound, we’ll need to get some sugar in you.”
“Emergency piece of candy in my pocket, bar in the car. My insulin is monitored through pump too, so I can adjust post.”
