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A small part of Mike’s brain started to regret this purchase immensely.
“It was your idea, baby,” Harvey shrugged innocently, a devilish grin playing on his lips. “You were the one who wanted it—who am I to deny my boy?”
Mike groaned, huffing as Harvey secured the last knot of rope around his ankle, effectively tying him to the bed. In all fairness, it had mostly been his idea, but he should’ve known that Harvey would find a way to use it in a way that would be equally gratifying to him. One offhand comment, and suddenly, there was a literal fuck machine in their bedroom.
Typical Harvey…
“I wasn’t actually being serious!” Mike rolled his eyes, breath hitching when he felt the slick silicone nearing his hole, the cool tip just barely pressing against his rim. “It was purely a… thought for when you leave me on one of those business trips,” he sighed dramatically.
So, yeah. Maybe he was partially responsible for the fact that they even had this thing in the first place, but he was definitely not responsible for the fact that he was tied to the bed, on his stomach, ass up with a machine-connected-dildo lined up with his hole.
Harvey chuckled, admiring his handiwork and drinking in the gorgeous sight that was Mike—red rope stretched across his bare skin, all bound and pliant and ready to take just about whatever Harvey would give him. “Can’t even last a few days without my cock?” Harvey teased, running his fingers through Mike’s hair with a fond expression on his face. “You’re spoiled.”
“It’s a good thing I have this thing now, isn’t it?” Mike said, his lips curling into a smirk. “Scared I’ll replace you, babe?”
Amused, Harvey snorted. “Oh, please,” he scoffed, the tip of his finger tracing gently along Mike’s face before settling below his chin, tilting it up. “That machine will never compare to me, baby, but hey, if you insist… let’s see how many times this machine can make you come tonight,” Harvey drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Mike let out a breathy laugh, his skin prickling with want despite the promise of a long night and multiple—probably painful—orgasms. “Well, if you’re so interested in seeing how many times I can come, why don’t you go ahead and test it out yourself?” he teased. “I’m starting to think you wouldn’t be able to handle it, old man.”
“I can keep up with you just fine, baby,” Harvey purred, leaning forward and pausing right when their lips were barely touching. Mike felt his warm breath ghosting over his lips as he whispered, “Just wait until I have you coming over and over again and then we’ll see who can’t handle it.”
Letting out a shaky breath, Mike shuddered at Harvey’s words. It was a promise. It was a promise that would leave him gasping and moaning and begging for mercy by the end of the night. It was a promise that left him aching and dizzy with a burning desire deep in him. It was a promise that he had no qualms with Harvey keeping.
Closing the tiniest gap between them, Harvey crashed both their lips together. He sank his teeth into Mike’s bottom lip in a teasing nip, grazing it lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue, coaxing him to open up and let him in. Swirling their tongues together, Harvey kissed him roughly and sloppily, and that was when he decided to turn the damn machine on.
Without warning, Mike heard the sound of the machine whirring to life, and following the sound not even a second later, he felt the slight burn of the dildo as it slowly entered into and breached his tight hole, stretching him further than Harvey’s fingers previously did.
Right… the fuck machine. That bastard.
Slowly, the machine withdrew, before pumping in again at an agonizingly slow pace. “Ohhhh…” Mike breathed, trying to relax and take a deep breath as his body adjusted to the size of the dildo. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t take—at least, it wasn’t bigger than Harvey—but it was still pretty big. The pace remained slow and steady, fucking into him at what Mike presumed to be the slowest setting, and he felt his cock quickly hardening.
Harvey pulled away, humming satisfiedly as Mike’s face contorted with pleasure, letting out the smallest noises of satisfaction. It wasn’t nearly fast enough to bring him to the edge, too slow to really give him any sense of relief, but it was enough to leave him desperate for more. “Mmm, how does that feel, boy?”
The consistency of the machine drove him crazy—not stopping, not slowing down, not speeding up—just the same monotonous pace of the dildo being repeatedly pushed in and out of his body.
“Guh-good,” Mike moaned, arching his back into the stimulation. Harvey’s fingers dragged along every inch of his flushed body, and he tried not to writhe as calloused fingers trailed down his sensitive skin. His hands wandered down Mike’s back, down the curve of his ass, and of course, down to his aching cock.
A knuckle brushed against the tip of his cock, heavy and leaking between his legs as the machine continued to thrust in and out of him at a tantalizingly slow speed. “Look at you, leaking already,” Harvey cooed, swiping his thumb over Mike’s slit and collecting a drop of pre-come.
“Harvey…” Mike whimpered, feeling the heat rise to his face.
Harvey chuckled softly at his boy’s desperation, “Yes, baby? Feel like replacing me yet?”
“Hmmm, I dunno, I’m still—mmh—considering it,” he smiled cheekily, not needing to look up to see the responding eye roll.
Mike found himself loving the feeling of the silicone against his walls and the way the dildo filled him up deliciously, but shit he needed more. Harvey, though, didn’t seem to be in a rush to coax the first of God knows how many orgasms from him. And, look, maybe Harvey was right—the machine was nothing compared to his cock, he’ll give him that—but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself.
Maybe this purchase wasn’t a bad thing after all. (Yeah, give it a few minutes, Mike…)
“I can help you with that,” Harvey grinned wickedly, reaching for the remote and turning the machine up to the next setting. The difference between the speed and intensity of the lowest setting and the next setting was almost jarring, and Mike gasped in surprise.
Mike felt his self-control start to slip at the new pace, letting out low moans as his hole was stretched out with each thrust. His untouched cock twitched against the bed and he finally let out a high pitched mewl, each shallow breath punctuated by soft, desperate gasps as his breathing grew ragged.
“Fuuuck, Harvey,” he breathed, glancing over towards Harvey who was stroking himself lazily over his pants, watching him with dark, hungry eyes as Mike started to grow more vocal.
“So fucking gorgeous like this, Mike,” Harvey purred, raking his nails over Mike’s flushed and oversensitive skin now that his senses were heightened. “You know… I could just leave you here until tomorrow morning,” he whispered. “Do you think you’d be able to handle that?”
He instinctively clenched around the dildo, increasing the pressure against his walls as it continued to move unwaveringly. “God, no, Harvey—oh shit!” he let out a strangled noise, toes curling as the machine was bumped up to the highest setting.
Oh yeah. Mike was definitely feeling it now.
The machine was now pounding hard and fast into his hole, the dildo driving right into Mike’s prostate and pressing against it over and over and over again. “Ahhh—mmm…” he cried out sinfully, “Fuck… fuck—Harvey, I’m close!”
Harvey’s eyes stayed glued on his boy, never once leaving as the machine continued to fuck Mike relentlessly. Harvey watched him like a predator watching its prey, his eyes darkening with a carnal desire, and Mike, knowing that he was the one responsible for that, did things to him.
“Go ahead and come, baby. Whenever you’re ready,” Harvey encouraged, fingers once again tracing down Mike’s spine.
Mike’s thighs were trembling, giving into the pleasure and dropping his head onto the mattress as the machine fucked him into the first orgasm of the night. His entire body jerked as he came with a loud groan, cock twitching in between his legs as hot, white liquid spurted out beneath him. Much to his dismay, however, the machine didn’t stop one bit.
He whimpered, crying out as the stimulation quickly became overwhelming. “Harvey… Harvey!” Mike jolted, trying to twist away from the continuous pounding of the machine, only to remember that he couldn't get away. Right… the ropes.
Fuck.
“Harvey, please, t-too much…” Mike whined pathetically. His pleas, however, fell on deaf ears as the machine continued its work against his ass, persistently driving into his hole without end.
“Sensitive?” Harvey cooed in faux sympathy, hands reaching down to brush lightly against Mike’s way oversensitive cock. Hands that normally felt like heaven, the touch he normally craved, just felt like torture. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m going to make you come over and over and over again, and that was just number one, baby.”
“I’m feeling… generous, though, so I guess I’ll help you this one time,” Harvey said, reaching for the remote and turning the machine down to the lowest setting. Mike nearly cried in relief at the small reprieve, but still, it didn’t stop the agonizing overstimulation.
“I-It—oh God—hurts, Harvey…” Mike whimpered, although the constant stimulation somehow had him getting hard again. It hurt so good that his brain was sending him mixed signals of pain and pleasure, and he almost wasn’t sure if he wanted to escape the torturous pleasure or if he wanted to ride it out. Not that he had a choice, really.
The dildo thrust in and out of him mercilessly and he was left trembling and squirming on the machine, the blood quickly rushing back to his cock despite having just come a mere few minutes ago. Fuck the refractory period, apparently.
Harvey was clearly enjoying himself here, pupils so clearly dilated at the sight of Mike struggling and fighting against the overstimulation. “Good boy, taking it so well,” he murmured, “you’re doing so good.”
Just when Mike was starting to get accustomed to the intense sensation of too much pleasure, the machine was once again turned up to the highest speed setting. “I—mmm!” Mike gasped, knuckles turning white as his hands clenched into fists, his hole fluttering and spasming at how fast the toy was pounding into him. The hum of the machine grew louder and louder as the piston moved faster, driving the dildo into him fast and deep as he felt yet another orgasm approaching.
Everything became a blur as Mike felt the heat pool in his lower abdomen once more, coiling up so tightly in his belly that he could hardly breathe as he reached his climax for the second time that night. His entire body shook and trembled as he came with a shrill cry, his vision nearly going dark and head going all fuzzy as his orgasm hit him hard.
Again, the machine didn’t stop. It didn’t slow down, it didn’t falter, it didn’t even give him a second to breathe—it just kept fucking pounding into him and it felt like torture. Mike cried out in distress at the relentless pressure on his overly sensitive prostate, “Harvey… Harvey, Harvey!”
His voice was hoarse, teetering on the verge of tears, his hair damp with sweat and his body shuddering. His body shook with tremors from his orgasm, feeling like it was on fire. Everything, to put it simply, hurt, the pleasure of the stimulation so intense that it was practically unbearable.
Harvey pushed Mike’s damp hair away from his sweaty forehead, cradling his head so gently in contrast to the machine that was fucking him so mercilessly. “Hmm… I think you can give me a few more,” he said, his eyes burning and voice dripping with lust. “How many more times do you think you can come for me, baby boy?”
‘None! No more!’ Mike wanted to scream, but he knew it was futile. He wasn’t in control, and both he and Harvey knew that. No matter how much he squirmed or shook or begged him to stop, he’d be forced to endure it—and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it the slightest bit.
Mike simply whimpered, his entire body trembling with each thrust. “I-I can’t, Harvey…” he sobbed, helpless, overwhelmed, and so incredibly raw. He cried out at the torment of having the dildo press straight up against his prostate, overstimulated beyond belief.
“You can, baby” Harvey encouraged, firmly but not unkindly. Mike only nodded.
The dildo continued fucking into him ruthlessly, and once again, Mike felt jolts of lightning pang through him as he was driven to the cliff’s edge and sent spiraling right past it. He bucked and thrashed against the ropes, hips twitching violently as he came, the machine not stopping one bit. He didn’t even know how he was still coming, but his spent cock pathetically spurted out white liquid.
It was so fucking intense Mike found himself seeing stars, and just like all the times before, it was equally earth-shattering and electrifying. He had no clue how much longer he could go, his entire body going limp on the bed, feeling so unbearably sensitive as he was fucked raw.
“Harvey, please, I can’t—not again,” he sobbed, trying to arch away from the machine. Every second dragged on, stretching his resolve to the absolute limit as his cock—angry red and painfully soft—laid heavily on the mattress.
He sobbed desperately, burying his face into the mattress as it went on and on and on. It was too much. “You’re so pretty when you cry, Mike,” Harvey whispered, bringing his thumb up to his cheek and swiping his tears away tenderly. “So fucking good for me.”
Mike looked—and was—so utterly fucked out, laying bonelessly on their bed as the machine fucked the life out of him. Every nerve in his body screamed, a relentless wave of torment consuming him until he was left completely hollow and undone.
Time quickly blurred together as he came over and over and over again. Mike wasn’t even sure how many times he’d come at that point, but all he knew was that he was absolutely spent, spasming helplessly as shockwaves of pleasure once again took over his body. The overstimulation was unbearable. He wanted nothing more than for it to stop, and finally, it did.
Almost as quickly as it started, the machine suddenly stopped. The dildo was no longer moving in his puffy, red and fucked out hole, and he would’ve sobbed in relief if he wasn’t already sobbing. In a haze, Mike watched as Harvey quickly cleaned everything up, and he was safely scooped up in his arms in no more than five minutes.
“Shhh, shhh, you did so well for me, Mike. So incredibly good,” Harvey whispered, rubbing Mike’s sweat-covered back and wiping his tear-stained face. He continued to comfort Mike, bringing him down from his high as he teetered on the edge of that good, floaty headspace.
“I never w-want to come again,” Mike sighed dramatically, burying his face into the crook of Harvey’s neck.
“Oh baby, you and I both know that’s a lie,” Harvey chuckled, pressing a kiss to Mike’s forehead. “But hey, I might just keep that in mind the next time you ask me for permission to come.”
Mike only groaned. He’d come enough in the past hour to last him a good few days.