Page 20 of Filtration Play
“Damn, I love a guy who’s prepared.” Fin encircled his chest with the bondage tape. Every time their fingers brushed his smooth, warm skin, sheer electricity crackled between them. They managed a few wraps around his upper chest and slipped their fingers in to test the fit with a light tug. “Feel okay?”
“Yeah,” he said, a little breathless. This close, they saw his pupils were dilated, felt his intake sharpen. Apparently, Ollie was a natural sub waiting to be discovered. They weren’t sad in the slightest that they’d cracked the lid open.
“Red, yellow, and green, remember?”
“My memory’s not that shit,” he snarked, and they pinched him in the side. He let out a yelp.
They tore the tape and plastered it onto the other bands, and it self-adhered. Fin traced a finger along Ollie’s upper back right above where the bondage tape wrapped around him. His whole bodytrembled in response. A peek at his cock showed just how much he enjoyed this.
“You’re being really good for me,” they said. “Does my little slut like getting bound up and displayed?”
“Fuck,” Ollie swore, his voice low and raspy.
Fin palmed their packer, which pushed the base against the steady throb between their legs. They set back to work, winding the tape around his lower torso, binding his arms to his sides while they were clutched behind him. His pecs were prominent, all that smooth skin with a light smattering of hair down toward his groin.
They finished the binding and ripped the bondage tape off.
“You look gorgeous,” they said, and his shoulders tipped back. “Ready for me to snap some shots?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
They stepped away, rummaged for their equipment, and started the process of setting up the tripod. They’d brought a handful of lenses and portable LED lights, as well as a portable reflector, since the space was dark. Still, their gaze kept slipping toward Ollie.
Ollie was hot as fuck, not even a question, but Fin had had plenty of pretty people to play with. What sparked their attention more was his sense of adventure. His humor that seemed as sharp as theirs. The fact that he was such a natural sub in a way that matched their energy perfectly.
This kid had the potential to be trouble.
They dove in anyway.
Chapter Seven
Ollie’s whole body prickled with awareness.
And not just because he was on his knees in the middle of an abandoned building, though that should’ve been priority number one. But it was hard to think straight with Fin calling the shots. They were fuckhot and moved with a liquid confidence he envied. And once they’d bound his arms to his sides, a wash of sensation thrummed through him that he hadn’t expected. His whole body had reacted, his mind quieting again in a way he really fucking dug.
Despite the slinking shadows, the crisp scent of the stone, and dust tingling his nose, Ollie felt safe here with them. Wild, since the place they were in definitely wasn’t.
Seeing Fin behind the camera, all competence and control, amplified his attraction. They snapped shots with ease, moving from sideto side, doling out commands—tilt his chin to the right, relax his shoulders, puff out his chest.
Being someone’s sole focus like this, even if just for a photo shoot, pressed a button he didn’t realize he’d needed to be tapped.
The idea of submitting to them again, of earning the praise and the filthy responses they delivered in those husky tones…fuck, he wanted nothing more.
“You’re doing great, sweetness,” they said with a purr. “You’re such a perfect model.”
They stepped up to him and brushed a few strands of his hair to the side, and he surged forward an inch at the touch.
“Down, boy,” they said. “I’ll take care of you after.”
Ngh.
Heat pulsed through him, his cock already hard and leaking.
“Are you comfortable with me blindfolding you?” they asked.
Ollie blinked, trying to process the question with how painfully turned on he was. “I’ve never been blindfolded, but I’m good with trying.”
“Okay.” They dipped back into their bag. “But I’ll be checking in with you.”
