Page 52 of Filtration Play
Heat flowed through him at how much he liked that. Not like he wasn’t an active participant during sex, but Fin made his brain shut off in the best way. And as someone whose mind often tried to self-sabotage, he’d take any reprieve he could get. “Yes, Sir,” he said, the words coming on automatic.
“Fuck.” Fin leaned in close, so close their hot breath ghosted over his ear. “Keep that up, and I’ll be fucking you sooner.” A click sounded beside him, and Fin lifted a bottle of lube. “We’ll get your hole nice and ready to take me.” They slicked up a few fingers and slid them in. “Color?”
Meg and Nolan both settled next to him, people he barely knew beyond the superficial, their stares burning on him. But instead of that making him shrink back, the pressure amped him up.
He licked his lips and looked up at Fin. “Green.”
“Then let’s get you filled up,” they said, their voice as cocky and sinful as ever. His whole body brimmed with need, his skin sensitized as if the slightest touch would make him come. And multiple people were about to touch him while Fin plugged his hole and filled his mouth. They slowly pumped their fingers inside his hole, taking their time having fun with prep, and he choked back a moan. Pleasure rippled through him, everything so sensitive from being caged for the past week. Fin pulled their fingers out, then grabbed a plug they must’ve brought with them, and they slid it inside him. When the base settled in place, Fin gave his ass a light pat.
“You look so pretty all plugged up for me. That gorgeous ass just begging to be bred.”
A whimper escaped his lips, and heat rushed to his cheeks as the embarrassment hit. They weren’t in private, other people were watching, and some of those jitters returned.
“Damn, you’re right,” Nolan said. “He’s fucking gorgeous.”
The praise swept over him, soothing some of those nerves. Fin stepped in front of him, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to his lips. Normally, they were all sharp edges and nips, but this kiss was filled with a softness that made him glow inside. Unexpected, but Fin had a way of turning him on his head. His mind dizzied with want, with the feel of the cool air on his bare skin, with the awareness that everyone watched.
When Fin pulled back, their hazel eyes brimmed with a tenderness that sank right into his bloodstream.
“You’ve got one damn pretty sub, Fin,” Meg said, an intention in her voice that made Ollie shiver. Tonight, he was theirs, and he wanted that more than anything.
“Damn right,” Fin said, a fierceness in their tone that fluttered through him. Being on display here gave him a head rush, and this was just the beginning. “Meg, Noles, stop standing around yapping and help me tie his arms and legs to the bench.”
“Fuck yes.” Nolan stepped up and ran his hand along Ollie’s back, his long, slender fingers careful and his touch hot. A shudder ran through Ollie.
“How’re you doing?” Fin asked.
“Green.”
“How about now?” Meg skated her fingers across his ass. Goddamn. His cock wept, his balls so damn full he could scream.
“Still green.” The fact that they all checked in on him settled him. If at any point this became too much, he trusted they’d stop.
“Good,” Fin said. “I’ll need you to snap once for green and twice for red while your mouth’s full, but otherwise, I’ll check in with stoplight.”
His mouth watered, and his gaze returned to Fin’s packer, which hung from their boxer briefs. It was soft and the perfect length to suckwithout the slightest discomfort. As much as his hole could take a pounding, he wasn’t as adept with his mouth.
“Here.” Meg handed Fin a length of rope. “And get used to us checking in. You’re the first person Fin’s ever brought. We want you to come back.”
His cheeks flushed, and that kindness zapped the words from him.
Fin flicked Meg on the shoulder. “Stop being gross. Your gushiness will scare him away.”
“You would call that gushiness, Mx. Salt and Vinegar,” Meg shot back and wrapped a length of rope around his wrist and the bench, tying him to it. The rasp of rope against his ankle cued him in that Nolan was already there. Fin stood on the other side, working as diligently, even while mouthing off.
“My favorite chips. How did you know?” they said, their hazel eyes sparkling.
When Ollie had imagined kink, he thought it’d be serious and terrifying, not bickering about chips while tying someone up. The ridiculousness bubbled up inside him, and a laugh escaped.
Fin finished tying off his wrist and gripped him by the chin. “Something funny, sweetness?”
“Just didn’t expect the casual conversation,” he said. His other ankle was tied to the bench, which meant he was strapped down and helpless. A thrill trickled through him, rising in fervor by the second.
“Ah, yes. It’s a break from our ritualistic murders that take place down here. Only serious vibes allowed.”
“Speaking of serious vibes,” Eva said, and a buzzing sound grew louder. Pixie’s moan burst through the room, but she was out of sight for him.
“Ready?” Fin asked. “Gonna be my good boy?”
