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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"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.

"Oh god, fuck!" Dean cried out again, words strangled and breathless as they were forced out between ragged breaths. It was moving too fast for him to keep up. Dean moved as fast and hard as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. He was being fucked out of his mind. "Fuck, fuck."

He could feel another orgasm fast approaching. It was coming on so hard, he thought it almost might hurt when it finally hit. Dean was reduced to gasping whimpers when it finally did, his back bent as much as he could, hips grinding desperately on the toy that never missed a stroke.

Nathaniel shivered, hearing Dean cry out like that. He was stroking himself even faster. Knew he was going to come too, but at the moment it didn't matter. There would be plenty of time for more later.

Nathaniel came almost at the same time as Dean did, groaning deeply as he rode out the pleasure. It took a few moments to recover enough, but when he did, he turned the toy back down and off. Wanted to give Dean a break and see how much more he could actually take.

"You okay?" He asked breathlessly.

Those few minutes were torture. Dean was wrung out and exhausted, his muscles trembling as they struggled to keep pace. When the machine was finally turned off, he slumped a little. His head lulled forward, body mostly kept upright by the restraints.

Dean nodded slowly at the question. It took a moment to gather the breath to answer. "I'm okay."

Grabbing his discarded shirt, he cleaned himself up before he went to kneel beside Dean, tipping his head back for a slow kiss as he let his hands smooth up over his hips, soothing. "You looked so good... you ready to get off yet or think you can do another round?"

Dean panted against Nathaniel's lips when he was kissed. The soft touches made him sigh. He leaned into Nathaniel a little. The question gave him pause. Could he handle it?

Well, he supposed there was only one way to find out. He nodded again, forehead resting against Nathaniel's. "I can go again."

"Alright, Dean." He wasn't moving though, not this time. He wanted to stay and touch and be close in case Dean decided he needed up after all. He did turn the toy back on a slow setting and moved his hands up to cup Dean's face, keeping him locked in the kiss.

Dean moaned into the kiss, his tired body starting to move with the machine again. He liked that Nathaniel was still there to lean into a little. Warm and solid. It was fun to be watched from afar, but now it felt good to be touched and kissed.

Nathaniel leaned in to kiss along his neck and moved his hands over Dean's body. Touching, exploring. Felt too good to not touch a little, especially with the way Dean was leaning into him. "How's it feel now?"

Dean's head lulled to rest on Nathaniel's shoulder while he was kissing his neck. He moaned softly and shivered, legs still straining to keep his body moving. "Intense. Hard to... keep hang on."

His hands moved to rub at Dean's straining thighs, nuzzling into his shoulder and neck a little. "That's what you wanted, right? Fucked out of your mind until you just can't stand it anymore..."

"Yeah..." That was what he wanted and he was definitely getting it. He was genuinely not sure how much more he could take, but he wanted to find out. When would he ever get another chance to live out his fantasies like this?

Dean groaned when he felt Nathaniel's lips on his neck. His hips ground down against that toy a little more.

He nipped and teased at the skin along Dean's neck, keeping the pace of that toy slow and steady for now. He didn't want to push Dean too far and this pace seemed like one he was handling for now. His hand went to trace over Dean's spent cock, giving him a teasing stroke.

A low, deep moan escaped him when Nathaniel stroked him. No way he was getting hard again so soon, but it still felt good. He tried to push a little into that hand while he rode the machine. It was a good thing Nathaniel kept it slow. Dean wasn't sure he could manage more right now.

Nathaniel kept up the slow, easy strokes as he kissed his way back up to Dean's lips. This was nice, seeing Dean enjoy himself and getting an up close and personal view of it while he did it. "Look so good," he murmured, nuzzling at the other.

Dean sighed against Nathaniel's lips and leaned into the kiss as much as he could. It definitely helped to have him there when Dean's body was fast approaching its limit. As much as he might have liked to push and push, he didn't think the first time was a good time for it. Maybe he'd get another chance, someday.

After a few minutes, he leaned into Nathaniel and breathed a shaky sigh. "Think I might... need to stop..."

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