Page 53 of Filtration Play
His attention switched forward to where they held their packer out in front of him, the soft length tantalizing. He opened his mouth. They fed the tip in, and he sucked the packer in the rest of the way with ease. The weight of it, the texture, made his brain settle, and calm seeped in.
Fuck, he could float here for the next century.
Fin speared their fingers through his strands, alternating between soothing strokes and sharp tugs. The sting sent a thrill through him, just as much as the softer strokes and the back-and-forth drew him deeper into a deeply relaxing space. He sucked on Fin’s packer, loving how they gave their hips the occasional thrust.
He lightly shifted his arms and legs. The rope around his wrists and ankles kept him tethered in place. That constraint amplified the moment so much, the tension of those bonds around him elevating the feeling of surrender.
“Green?” Fin asked.
He snapped his fingers once.
“So good for me, little slut.” They gave his hair a yank and thrust into his mouth with the packer. He let out a low moan. His cock ached, his balls were ready to explode, and his skin grew so oversensitive from all this. Any concept that other people were in the room with them faded away, even though murmurs, hums, and moans echoed around them.
Big, callused palms skated over his back, the slight shock rocketing through him. He recognized the touch from earlier as Nolan, though, and he settled in, enjoying the way Nolan traced patterns along his back with his fingertips. Like this, he was reduced to a vessel of pure sensation, just here to feel, and he loved it more than words could express.
Another pair of hands settled on his legs, and they coasted up and down his thighs. Had to be Meg. The firmness to the touch felt right. The dual sensations fluttered through him, amplifying his need even stronger. The desire to get fucked right now warred with his desire to come, and the touch across his skin created pure electricity.
His cock leaked, trapped in the small cage, and he’d feel embarrassed about the mess he was making if he wasn’t coasting on these sensations. Hands skated across the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to his caged cock, while the other pair dragged down to his ass, caressing each side. At this point, he was desperate to be filled, and they’d gotten started. Fin rocked slowly into his mouth, their palm resting on top of his head at this point. The heat and slight pressure seeped through him, and he sucked a little harder on the packer.
“My girl’s occupied right now, so I’m going to join in the fun,” someone said. Eva.
Another set of hands skated across his back, warm and deliberate, and a shudder rolled through him. Fuck, this felt too damn good. All the touch, the focus. It was beyond anything he could’ve imagined. Like this, he wasn’t invisible.
“Damn, I want in on touching this hottie,” Ezra said.
“He’s mine,” Fin reminded everyone, as if that truth wasn’t clear by the way he cockwarmed them. Still, their claim sent a shiver down his spine, an effusive warmth spreading. The possessiveness that flared from them felt rare and special in a way little else did.
Another set of hands joined in the mix, caressing his ass, then sliding down his legs as well. Fuck. So many people touched him that his caged cock wept, and his legs trembled. Fin’s hand on his head and their packer in his mouth were about the only things that kept him grounded, kept him from floating away.
As more hands than he could count coasted over every inch of him, Ollie lost himself in the sensations. All the touch got him even hotter than he ever could’ve anticipated. He turned into one giant nerve begging to be soothed, whether with a cock in the ass or an orgasm; he wasn’t picky. His limbs occasionally trembled as the contact across him threatened to overload his entire system.
Drool slipped past his lips, pooled in his mouth, but he continued to suck on Fin’s packer.
“Such a good boy,” they purred, the praise traveling right to the core of him. Like this, he was unguarded from it, all those protective layers stripped down. And as hands coasted across the inside of his thighs, along the scars, up around his ass, down his back in steadying strokes, his mind swirled.
Fuuuuck. The need to come grew so intense he could weep. A long, low moan escaped him, more wrecked than anticipated.
“Mmm, someone likes this a little too much.” Fin stroked a thumb from his cheek to his chin. They tapped the bottom of his chin. “You’ve been so damn good for me though. You deserve to come.”
One pair of hands lifted from him, followed by the creak of footsteps and then another. The loss of those sensations drew his attention at once, a sharp contrast.
“You’ve got yourself one sexy sub.” Meg gave his ass a light spank and stepped away. The touch sent reverberations through him.
“Thanks, gorgeous,” Nolan said, his hot breath puffing against his ear. The phantom sensations of all the touch still circulated across his body, through his system.
“Now they can see how well you take my cock,” Fin said, their voice a notch lower. Slowly they pulled the packer out of his mouth, and a glob of drool gushed out. Fin slipped their briefs down in a quickglide, and then they tugged on a harness, their thick, veiny cock fitted through the O-ring. “Except first, someone needs to get freed.”
His whole body awakened, and Fin strode over, their cock bobbing with their movements. It nudged into his thigh as they reached down and fiddled with the pieces of his cage. Even the light brushes against his tip, his balls had him gasping. The area had grown so sensitive he could scream.
A moment later, the front part slipped off, and Fin slid the other part off as well, freeing his balls and cock. His cock plumped up at once, and blood rushed straight to it at a dizzying force. Fuck, being freed—the ache was so pristine and perfect he could barely believe it. His cock hung heavily beneath him for the first time all week, his balls full and aching.
“Oh god,” he gasped.
“Look at that needy cock.” Fin gave it a light caress, just fingertips. “So desperate for release. Except someone’s ass needs to get bred first.”
Ngh. Their mouth would be the death of him. Even the featherlight touch threatened to send him over the edge. But they pulled their hand back and circled behind him.
“God, I can’t wait to sink into this ass,” they said, and the hum of the vibe in their harness filtered into the air. Fin grabbed his cheek roughly, jostling the plug in his ass. He wanted them to fuck into him so badly. He let out a whimper, one that mingled with the other moans, thumps, and groans in the dungeon. The temptation to look around reared, but before he could be distracted, Fin settled behind him and tugged the plug out.
