followstheorders | In the light of day.

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In the light of day.

Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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"If I didn't know any better, I think you like calling me that." Which was good, because he wanted to hear it if he was being honest. Getting to his feet, he put the restraints by the bed and then went back into the closet, far in the back.

Couldn't believe he was hauling this out... he didn't do that with people he didn't know well enough, didn't trust and knew would be cool with it. Thankfully, Dean seemed more than cool with this though.

It was a red seat with a toy he attached to the top of it, the plush cover hiding the thrusting arm. There was a remote that he took in hand as put it on the floor where it would be sturdy and Dean could kneel over it. Since the floor wouldn't be all that comfortable for long periods of time, he tossed down a couple pillows for Dean to kneel on and motioned him over. "You're going to get comfortable and put your arms behind your back. "Got that?"

A jolt went through him when he saw what Nathaniel pulled out of the closet. For all his daydreaming, he'd never actually used one of those machines. Truthfully, he was equal parts nervous and excited.

"Yes, Master," he answered more submissive than playful this time. He withdrew his fingers and pushed himself to his feet to do as he was told.

Dean knelt over the machine and braced himself with one hand while the other held the toy to guide it inside him as he settled down. It wasn't overly long, but it was a bit wider than he was expecting and took him a moment to adjust. Soon, he was completely seated and he reached behind to put his arms behind him.

He went to cuff Dean's hands securely behind his backwhen he was settled, leaning in to kiss at the back of his neck. "You need me to stop anytime, really stop, you let me know."

Wanted to make sure it was something Dean enjoyed after all.

After his hands were secured, he went to use the ankle restraints next. Wanted to keep him from moving so much so he connected those to the wrist cuffs with a chain, testing it to make sure he still had some movement. Good. "Look good like this."

He took the remote and thumbed it on a low setting to warm Dean up as he took a seat in a nearby chair, in clear view of what was happening. "How's it feel?"

A shiver ran through him when he felt how securely restrained he was. In this position, with the machine about to go, and Nathaniel watching, Dean was as turned on as he'd been at the club the night before. Only this time there was no magic or strange drinks in play. He couldn't help but smile when Nathaniel kissed his neck and reminded him he could stop if he needed to. It was comforting to hear it. Made him feel safe to submit and give over control completely.

He was already hard from sucking Nathaniel off and when the machine started moving, he gave a low moan and his eyes slipped shut to focus on the sensations. "God... feels good. Never felt anything like this."

Nathaniel shifted in his seat, getting comfortable as he watched Dean settle in to ride the machine. He kept it slow for now while he adjusted to it, not wanting to start it going too fast yet. The hand not holding the remote moved to wrap around his own cock, languidly stroking himself. Not interested in getting off yet, but damn, couldn't watch this and not do anything as hard as he was right now.

"Good. It's going to get a lot better."

The slow start was good. It gave him a change to get used to the feeling. The thrusting was different coming from a machine than another person. He could definitely feel the power.

His hips moved in circles, riding the thrusting toy like he would another man. His range of motion was smaller with the restraints on, but he did the best he could. Soft moans and gasps escaped him as he found a rhythm and settled into it.

Eyes still closed, his head tipped back and he groaned again. Wished he could touch himself, but Nathaniel made sure that he wouldn't be doing that. Kind of a turn on, really, to know that his eventual pleasure would either be at Nathaniel's hands or because he was fucked so completely by the machine that he came without being touched.

When Dean started to adjust and grind back on the machine, Nathaniel cranked it up a little more. This baby could go pretty fast, faster than Dean would probably be able to take right now but he planned to see just how fast Dean could take it. Gradually though.

He watched Dean stay focused on the machine, eyes shut. Looked so good... Nathaniel just couldn't take his eyes off him.

A gasp escaped him when the machine went faster and his head rolled forward again as his eyes opened. He groaned and rocked his hips a little faster to match the new pace. Dean looked down at himself, his cock hard and aching, his thigh muscles working hard to keep him moving.

His eyes rolled up to meet Nathanile's gaze and his breathing came in short, panting gasps. "Oh, fuck."

Nathaniel met the other's eyes with a brief smile. He didn't up the speed of the strokes any, not when it looked like Dean was working on adjusting to this right now. "Good, right?"

He leaned forward, eyes raking over him. "Is it what you imagined?"

It was a little work to catch up to the speed of the piston arm. Especially so when his focus was so divided by how it felt, how hard he was, how good it was to be watched... he didn't usually have this much trouble multi-tasking, but this wasn't a usual situation either.

"Yes... better..." Dean had an idea of how it would go, but the reality was even more exciting. He liked being out of control, and there wasn't much more out of control than being tied to a machine that would fuck him for hours whether he was participating or not.

He gave a satisfied noise at that, cock twitching at just the sight of Dean getting fucked relentlessly by that machine. He turned the toy up a little higher again, watching for his reaction eagerly.

Dean cried out when the machine went even faster and his head rolled back again, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open on panting whimpers. All he could to was squirm in the bonds and try to keep up with the machine's pace.

Without warning, he came hard, his head snapping forward again and his back arching as he ground himself down on that toy. His eyes opened, watching himself come in a daze. There was no tapering off. The orgasm was drawn out by the relentless fucking far longer than Dean would have expected for not even having been touched.

Nathaniel turned the machine back down when Dean was done, giving him a break for now to catch his breath. It was worth it, just watching the way Dean reacted to coming on that machine, the dazed look to his face... it was so fucking hot.

Nathaniel got up eventually to lean down in front of the machine, touching the side of Dean's face to get his attention. Once he had it, he leaned in to kiss and nip at his lips. "Hope you're not done yet... not letting you off until I'm through watching you."

The touch of Nathaniel's hand brought Dean somewhat back down to reality. He focused glassy eyes on the other's face and kissed him back with slow, numb-feeling lips. The kisses were broken up by panting breaths and the motion of his body as he worked to keep riding the toy.

"Yes, Master," he murmured compliantly. "For however long you want."

He pulled away from the kiss and smirked a little bit. Looked like Dean was definitely enjoying the ride, if his reactions were anything to go by. "However long, huh? You can handle that?"

"I don't know," he answered more honestly than he otherwise would have. He was too addled by pleasure to try and pretend he was anything but a novice in this situation. "I'll try."

He smiled at that answer and nodded. "We'll see. You ask to stop when you need to."

It was about getting Dean to beg for a break after all and since that was the goal here... he nudged the machine back up higher again.

Dean gasped when the speed picked up again and he worked to match it. He was in pretty good shape, but this was an awkward position and he could feel the muscles in his thighs begin to burn. He panted for breath, head down, eyes closed while he focused on getting back into a rhythm.

Nathaniel took a step back and settled on the chair again, trying to ignore his own arousal for now. It was hard when he got to see Dean like this, getting fucked out of his mind by that machine, but he still had a lot of show to enjoy from the looks of it.

"Can you handle faster?"

Nathaniel's voice brought Dean's head up again and he nodded, too busy trying to stay in rhythm and breathe to manage a verbal reply. He wasn't sure how much faster or harder he could take, but he wanted to find out. The whole point was to go until he begged to stop, after all, right?

Well, since he said yes, Nathaniel turned it up more. He sat back in the chair, licking his lips as he watched Dean move. He dropped his hand, palming over his cock and stroking himself slowly. Couldn't not touch at all when he was watching something like this.

Another cry was wrenched from him when the machine went faster. With his limited range of motion, Dean couldn't move fast enough to keep up, but he did the best he could.

The position he was in and relentless motion of the machine had his cock stirring again. It was much sooner than he'd expected and much sooner than he otherwise would have, but the constant attention wasn't leaving him a lot of time for recovery.

Nathaniel let out a low moan as Dean struggled to keep pace with the machine, cock hardening again already. He looked so good like that... definitely wasn't regretting his decision to pull this out tonight. He stroked himself a little faster, eyes remaining locked on Dean.

Dean was a little lost in his own head at the moment. All he could focus on was how he felt from the constant motion of the machine and his own growing arousal. His body was starting to protest a little. He could feel his back and legs aching from the effort to try and keep up and his chest burned from the panting breaths getting faster all the time.

Strangled whimpers escaped him as his head rolled back again and he pulled at the restraints, twisting and writhing on the machine.

Since Dean hadn't told him to stop yet, he went ahead and quickened it a little more to see how he'd react to it. His own first pumped faster over his cock, another low groan leaving him. It was so fucking hot to see Dean lose himself on the machine, twist and writhe, pant for him like that.

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