Filtration Play (Leather and Lattes Book 4), page 14
But as one by one, the crew at Whipped fell in love and found partners who they could come home to at night, the desire had burrowed in stronger with each passing day.
And even though Ollie was younger than them by a decade, he’d seen enough shit that he wasn’t young and dumb.
Fin had been around long enough to understand connections like theirs didn’t come around often. They would know. They’d played with every flavor of sub, slept their way through half the scene of San Francisco, and not once had they considered opening up emotionally.
Yet Ollie had them breaking all their rules.
***
By the time Ollie arrived, Fin had finished setting up the camera and lighting equipment.
The shoot today was a simple one—blindfolded, gagged, and with a quick rope tie around the arms—but he’d be stripped to his boxer briefs.
“Ready for this?” They looked up.
The sight of Ollie knocked the air from their chest again. He was wearing a pair of sweats, which showed off his thick thighs, and his dark brown hair was windswept. With all that olive skin on display, he looked so damn delicious they wanted a taste. His eyes brimmed with nerves, which made their warning bells clang.
“You okay?” Fin asked. “If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t need to shoot.” Truthfully, they had all they needed photo-wise, but they weren’t ready to let go yet.
They weren’t quite sure when that moment would come.
Part of them hoped it didn’t.
He squeezed his nape. “I’m not nervous about the shoot. Just, damn. Last shoot and all. Maybe I’m not ready to give up my glamorous modeling life.” His eyes met Fin’s, and fuck, they couldn’t look away. The stare was magnetic, arresting, and they no longer needed to question what he brimmed with.
The same tension that had plagued them.
Their heart thumped so hard it deafened, and silence stretched between them with every unanswered question that bubbled to the surface. Except they were the one who’d set the initial parameters.
“Well, if you need something to fill the time, I’m in need of a sub,” they said. Their nerves rioted at anything hinting deeper than casual.
Ollie quirked his head to the side. “Oh? What does this position entail?”
“Mm, definitely another chastity stint.” Fin kneeled and fiddled with a piece of their camera setup, not because they needed to but because they couldn’t look at Ollie right now. Their mind was screaming. Trusting people never meant anything good. For fuck’s sake, their mom had texted again to set up a meetup that would be far too much of their former family too soon.
“I’m getting free of this one today, right?” Ollie asked. He didn’t pressure them for answers, and for that, they were more grateful than words could express. They both knew Fin could play with anyone they liked, and they’d found play partners for years with zero problems. But none of those subs had been theirs.
Fin glanced at him at last. A slight smile quirked his lips, and the hint of hope in his gorgeous brown eyes slayed them on the spot. They rose from their crouch and lifted a brow. “Depends. Cage check.”
Ollie let out a shaky breath. He tugged his pants and boxer briefs to his thighs, exposing his cock in the little black cage.
Fin swore. “Damn, that’s so hot. You’re such a good boy, you know that?”
A visible shudder rocked through him, one that sent a thrill through them. The way he responded to praise was delicious, just as much as his responses to humiliation. They wanted to do so much with him, and they hadn’t even cracked the surface.
Fin reached for his cock and skimmed their fingers beneath his balls. He let out a wrecked breath, which sent a spike of adrenaline through them. “If photography work picks up, I won’t have the time to keep searching for play partners.” They forced their voice light, despite the way their heart was invested. “If you’re interested in something regular…”
“There’s no way in hell I’d turn down more of this,” he said, the earnest tone in his voice striking right to Fin’s heart. “Even if I’m stuck caged and unable to come.”
Fin brushed their thumb over the tip of his cock peeking out from the cage. A full tremor racked his body.
“Even if you’re a sadistic monster,” he muttered.
“Always.” A grin rose to their lips unbidden. Something light and effervescent bubbled up in them. Sure, they regularly played with the folks at Whipped, but apart from their close friends, they drifted from partner to partner, none lasting more than a few times. Fin did that on purpose, needing to keep their distance.
A distance Ollie had smashed his way through.
“How do you feel about exhibitionism?” they asked, summoning the last of their nerves.
“Like being on display in front of others?” Ollie’s pupils dilated. “Fuck, that sounds so hot.”
“What about others touching you?” If they saw the slightest flinch or sign of disgust, they’d pivot the idea that had emerged.
Ollie drew his brows together. “Like just touching my body?”
“Yeah, but the only one fucking you would be me.”
“In front of other people?” His cheeks reddened.
“Only with your explicit consent, which you can retract at any time. I wanted to do something special for your release from the cage.”
“By having…who touch me?”
“Tonight is Play Night here.” Fin swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. They’d never invited someone else to Play Night. Never thought they’d want to. But this draw to Ollie was undeniable, and for the first time in their life, they wanted to bring him. Even if the others in their crew knew what that meant. “So it would be limited to the people who work at Whipped and their partners at most.”
“As long as I get an introduction first.” He smirked. “I might not require a date before a fuck, but I have some standards.”
A sharp laugh exploded from them. They remembered how they’d met. “Sounds about the same standards as mine.” They caressed his balls again, loving how reactive he was. “But I’ll be fucking you tonight in front of everyone. Breeding my pretty little slut while you’re blindfolded and bound and sensitive. And then you’ll finally be able to come.”
“I’d do a hell of a lot to be able to come at this point.” His voice was wrecked with the same lust that glowed in his eyes.
“Nothing beyond your limits, though,” Fin said sternly, gripping him by the balls. “I expect a yellow or red if anything starts to feel uncomfortable or pushes you past your limits.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Those words heated them right up. He might have meant them seriously, might have meant them teasingly, but they had an electric effect on them.
“Call me that anytime you like, babe.” Fin clutched him by the balls as they leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. His whole body shuddered at the contact, and they licked into his mouth, needing to taste him. Ollie melted into the kiss. Fuck, this massive man surrendering to them so easily was heady, but what was headier was knowing Ollie’s guardedness. How he didn’t give like this to just anyone.
They’d won him over fair and square, and they didn’t want to let go.
Sure as fuck wasn’t for their charming personality. Yet their ragged edges lined up with his regardless.
Fin savored the kiss, loving the heat emanating from him, the softness of his balls in their hand, the tingle that traveled through them with each collision of their mouths. God, this was an addiction they didn’t want to quit. And for now, they didn’t have to. They couldn’t make promises of forever, not when they were a splintered beam ready to snap, but here and now, they could stay present in every second they had.
They pulled back, and their ragged breaths puffed against his lips. His eyes were feverish with need, the desperation the sort that sent a thrill through them. This was what they loved the most about chastity, how consuming it could become.
“Okay, stud.” They let go of his balls. “Let’s get this shoot rocked out, and then you can claim your reward.”
“Just one question.” He tugged his boxer briefs back up, even though he’d be shucking the pants the rest of the way for the shoot. “After Play Night, what do you want to try next?”
Fin’s mouth dried. The possibilities roared in their mind. Every time they got their hands on Ollie, ideas sparked through them, and they’d never been so inspired. And by some miracle, so far, their kinks aligned, which got them even hotter. One thing blared in their mind.
“What I want after this is for you to write me a list. Everything you’re curious about or you have fantasies about. And then you’re going to read it back to me. Maybe I’ll even have you sit on my thigh while we go through it.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed again, and he squeezed his nape. “Damn.”
“Yeah, damn,” they teased, a spark glowing inside them. “It’s going to be so fun.”
And truth be told, that was the most dangerous thing about Oliver Hale.
They’d been chasing excitement their whole life, but nothing had flared as bright as him.
Chapter Seventeen
When Ollie had first started discussing kink with Fin, he’d been curious about exploring. And the porn he’d watched, the bits he’d read about, had seemed beyond hot, but never in a million years had he thought he’d be here, in the basement of Whipped, preparing to get uncaged and then fucked in front of Fin’s friends.
He liked everyone he’d met here. All too easily, he could see becoming friends with them too, and that unnerved him. Because their acceptance didn’t come with any preconceived notions. They’d met him as Ollie, not another member of the football team or someone’s boyfriend or someone’s brother.
And maybe, just maybe, there was a chance they’d like him simply for himself too.
The thought made his throat squeeze tight.
Ollie reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the dungeon. Fin was grabbing something from their cubby in the employee breakroom and said they’d meet him down there.
“Joining us tonight, Ollie?” Meg pushed up from her seat on the couch. He recognized most of the faces here: Pixie and Eva, Nolan, Sloan, Ezra, Kai, and another guy he hadn’t met yet. Meg placed a hand on his shoulder, and she guided him forward, which was good because his legs had stopped moving.
Those nerves that had been simmering turned to full boil. “That’s the plan.”
“If you want to just sit and watch tonight, you’re more than welcome to do that,” Pixie said, her blue eyes soft. She’d been nothing but encouraging every time he met her.
“Beat me to it.” Meg gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Though I know Fin, and if you’re the slightest bit hesitant, they’d rather sit out for the night too.”
“I know,” he said. And truth be told, he did.
The strength to which he trusted them was a surprise, since he hadn’t known them for long. But in that short span, they’d proved themselves in a way few had.
Nolan let out a low whistle. “I never thought I’d see the day Finley Williams brought a sub to Play Night.”
A thrill rippled up through Ollie, confirmation of what Sloan had said. These were the people who knew Fin the best, and their shock told him just how rare this situation between them was. It gave him hope. Deadly, intoxicating hope he couldn’t afford, not with the way his emotions had been heightened lately, how he’d been a bit more off-kilter.
“Don’t scare him away, you fuckers,” Fin called from behind him, and those nerves that had been on full boil petered out to a simmer again. Knowing they were here with him the whole time, that they’d be in charge and looking out for him, left him with an unexpected calm, even with the brand-new territory they planned to launch into.
“Pretty sure you’re the scariest one here,” the unfamiliar guy said. He was slender and pretty, with chin-length glossy brown hair pulled into a ponytail and high cheekbones. He extended a hand to Ollie. “I’m Tristan, Meg’s husband.”
Ollie blinked but accepted the handshake. He hadn’t realized Meg was married, though he’d known she was a pro Domme. Given a lot of the crew’s propensity to play together, he shouldn’t have been surprised the pair were some flavor of ethically nonmonogamous. Most of the folks at Whipped seemed to be, which he didn’t have any strong feelings on either way. He wasn’t sure if that lifestyle was for him or not, but seeing as he prepared to enter into a scene with Fin where the people here would be touching him while he was bound—well, he was about to get a whole lot more comfortable with this crew.
Fin batted Meg’s hand off his shoulder. “My sub.” They stuck out their tongue at Meg. “Go fuck your horny husband.”
Meg’s eyes widened, and she glanced between them. Their possessiveness sent a flush of heat through him. He loved the way they fixated on him. How they made him feel seen when he’d spent so many years feeling invisible.
“Or fuck me and your horny husband,” Sloan said.
“You just want to get passed around,” Ezra teased.
“Please, Sir?”
Fuuuuck. Ollie’s balls ached, his cock testing the confines of the cage. The idea of Sloan getting fucked by one person after the next was so hot it was unreal. And the thought of it happening to him…his cheeks lit on fire.
“Like that, sweetness?” Fin murmured in his ear. “We could always make your fantasy come true sometime.”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“However, tonight, your pretty ass is mine,” Fin said nice and loud. “Though you’re all welcome to touch my gorgeous sub once I get him bound up.”
Ollie’s cheeks flushed as the attention of the room swept to him.
Meg curled their lips, their dark eyes wolfish. Similarly, both Ezra and Kai looked over in interest.
“Pixie’s going to be a bit occupied,” Eva said, “but she can always watch as I touch.”
Pixie let out a whine.
Eva arched her brow. “Keep that up, and you’ll get double time on the vibe.”
“Where can we touch?” Nolan asked, his gaze on Ollie.
He glanced at Fin, who gave him an arch look in return. “In the future, I’m happy to convey your limits and preferences in a scene if that’s the headspace you want, but this is your first time playing with everyone. If there’s anyone you don’t feel comfortable playing with, anyone you don’t want touching you, or if you don’t want to do the scene at all, no harm, no foul. I’m happy to watch the show and kick back with some Mario Kart.”
“You don’t want to play them in Mario Kart. They get even more obnoxious,” Sloan teased.
Ollie sucked in a deep breath. Was he really doing this? It had only been a little over a month ago when he’d met Fin and gotten his first taste of kink. And now he negotiated getting touched in a room full of kinksters. Yet he felt more comfortable than he ever could’ve imagined. “I, uh, don’t want to be penetrated by anyone other than Fin. And my cock will be caged and off-limits too. Apart from that, I’m good with anywhere else.”
“Just touch?” Meg asked.
Ollie passed another helpless look Fin’s way.
Fin’s grin spread. “She’s asking if teeth, tongue, anything else is fine.”
Ngh. Lust rippled through him hot and heavy. “Light teeth, mouth, tongue are fine.”
Fin leaned in and nipped at his ear. “Good boy.”
God, he didn’t know how he would survive tonight.
“Boxers on or off?” Fin guided him over to what looked like an odd leather bench with a raised part in the center and two lower padded spots.
He licked his lips. Pixie had stripped out of her flimsy dress and was divesting herself of her panties, all smooth, creamy skin on display. Sloan was also in the process of stripping down, as was Tristan, Meg’s husband. The nudity was one of the hurdles he’d been more nervous about, but watching the ease that everyone ditched their clothes, a resolve had settled in him that had been in flux before.
“Off,” he said.
“Ngh, damn.” Fin cupped his ass, giving it a squeeze, as if they hadn’t just spent the past hour taking photos of him mostly stripped. They’d dropped a few layers, down to a loose white muscle tee and leggings that showcased their corded muscles. Fin didn’t waste time in losing a few more. They tossed the tee and rolled their leggings down, exposing the packer protruding from their boxer briefs. It was softer than the one they’d fucked him with, and his mouth watered.
Fin passed him a whiplash grin, the spark in their hazel eyes that had first captured him. “If you want a taste, strip for me.”
Hell yes. Ollie tugged his shirt off, then his sweats. He gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs, letting the slight prickle of nerves rush through him. Then he slid those down too. It helped he’d been here several times before with Fin to shoot, so the dungeon had become a familiar place for him.
Fin crowded his space, their hand on his ass as they guided him over to the bench contraption. “God, you look so fucking good. I need to fuck you so badly, babe.”
Ollie snuck a glance around the room. Tristan and Sloan sat on the couch as Ezra and Kai got undressed too. Meg roamed toward them, same as Nolan. Pixie kneeled on the floor, naked and bound in bondage tape, which kept her arms at her sides. A Hitachi was situated between her thighs, and Eva turned it on at a low hum. Pixie’s eyes rolled back.
“Oh god,” she gasped.
“She’s gorgeous, but your attention’s with me right now.” Fin tapped the side of his face. Their knowing gaze sent a shiver through him. “Head to the spanking bench, and we’ll get you bound up.”
He approached the contraption, and Fin gestured where he should lie down and then the lower parts where he rested his arms and legs. Bent over like this, his ass was on clear display, and the vulnerability of the position sent a shudder through him. The need to come formed a steady pulse through him, but Fin would be freeing him before they fucked him tonight.
Damn, he couldn’t wait.
Ollie settled onto the comfortable leather bench, which held his weight with ease.
