There was no way Dean was getting off on his fingers alone. They were good, he was good at it, but they weren't enough. Not when his mind was imagining Nathaniel's cock and how much better it would be. Or that machine, god yes.

"Yes, Master," he moaned, fisting his other hand in the sheets to keep it from reaching for his needy cock. His fingers worked double-time, trying to take the edge off. It just made him want more. He was definitely all thawed out now.