Page 133 of Smart Ass

Ben sucked in a breath, ribs rising, and obeyed. The line this time was a darker red. The tips didn’t look anywhere near sharp enough to cut him, but with enough pressure they could still hurt. This was going to be fun.

“Tuck one behind your zipper,” Oliver commanded. “And I want one laying against your neck.”

He was almost amazed when Ben did it. He was never this compliant, at least not until he was lost deep in a scene.

There was no snarkiness. No taunting. Just eager submission.

Then Oliver understood. “What a beautiful gift,” he murmured. “What a beautiful, beautiful gift you are.”

Ben gave him a lopsided smile.

He could feel the heat of Ben’s groin, where he knew the probe was brushing against Ben’s cock. The black box looked dirty and ominous just above his belt. Ben’s neck wasn’t as warm, still exposed to the air, but the slight fluctuation in temperature as Ben moved was thrilling.

Heat was good on its own, cozy and close, but the variations were what made Oliver tingly.

“Now play with yourself,” Oliver directed. “Get one all wet.”

Ben’s face was downright filthy as he licked and suckled a third probe into his mouth.

The temperature changes were driving Oliver wild. “Mmmm… Good boy. Now, drag it over your nipples.”

Ben whimpered as he pressed the sharp tip against his sensitive pink skin, gasping as the point snagged on the small nub and then pulled free. He raked it across his chest, then across his other nipple, closing his eyes as the pressure intensified.

“Take off your jeans,” Oliver growled. “Take everything off.”

Ben didn’t even hesitate this time, shoving everything down in one thrust and kicking off his shoes to leave everything in a pile on the floor.

He leaned back, all pale and exposed. He was a vision. Even after getting to enjoy Ben’s body in some way every day, and sometimes more than once, he was still a fantasy come true.

“Choose another one,” Oliver instructed. “Use it to make yourself hard.”

Ben groaned. The internal mechanisms needed a relatively firm touch to activate and bring him erect, so he was going to need to work at it with that thin metal probe.

He dragged it over his soft, plump cock and Oliver’s breaths increased as he felt the warmth. Ben angled the delicate flesh upward over his belly, then stroked along the bottom, the probe perpendicular to his length.

“Sir…” Ben gasped. “Oh, Sir… Can you feel that?”

“I can feel everything.” The heat of Ben’s pulse. The alternating warmth and cool of Ben’s cock, which was starting to wake up.

Oliver felt like some wild animal, eager to tear Ben apart.

“I want another one in your mouth, slut. Suck it.”

Ben moaned and reached blindly for another thermometer.

Soon, Oliver promised himself, he would have bots taking Ben and overwhelming his senses. Soon, he’d have thermometers built into every one of them, into every digit and extension that touched his sexy sub.

But right now, he was drinking in Ben’s pleasure. Ben’s struggle to obey difficult commands competing with his desire to sink into ecstasy.

Ben licked and suckled at the probe in his mouth, the hand at his cock going slack and uncoordinated as it tried to wave the thermometer up and down.

Oliver wanted to push him further. To see how far he could go.

“I don’t think you want it enough, slut. You’re supposed to be making yourself hard for me.”

Ben whimpered and resumed the work with his right hand, accompanied by another moan. He fell to sucking gently on the tip of the probe in his mouth as his cock lengthened.

“I want to feel your tongue,” Oliver commanded. “Make me feel how much you want it.”