Sex Object: Part II
Rating: NC-17 / Slash
Gillian F. Taylor
Soft fingers touched Wedge's face, trailing from the edge of his jaw to his lips.
Another customer already! Someone else for me to please.
Wedge opened his mouth, licking the tip of one finger. He heard a soft chuckle, then the hand moved, stroking the sensitive skin of his throat. Wedge sighed gently, enjoying the delicate arousal.
The apparatus moved again, spreading his arms and legs back to the position he'd been in before. With his arms further apart, Wedge had more freedom to move his head. The hand moved again, clasping the back of his neck and bringing his face down into a kiss. Her skin smelt faintly floral, with an undertone of her own feminine musk and her mouth was sweet and soft. Her tongue pushed gently into his mouth, touching his tongue and caressing him. When she finally broke off, Wedge needed a few moments to recover his breath.
"He soaks up pleasure like a Chandrilan sea-sponge," the woman said approvingly. "How long can he take it?" Hobbie ran teasing fingers down Wedge's spine. "It could be fun finding out."
"That sounds like a good game."
The next kiss was on his throat, starting a trail of light kisses that worked down to his chest. As the woman paused, Hobbie started, kissing the nape of Wedge's neck while his hands stroked Wedge's flanks. Then her mouth was back on his, demanding a hard kiss. Hobbie's hands slid down over his buttocks and onto the backs of his thighs. The woman moved lower, her hands caressing the soft skin of his lower belly and inner thighs, close to, but never touching his quivering penis. Hobbie had straightened up again, his stronger, rougher hands moving up Wedge's back and along his arms, while his lips and tongue teased Wedge's neck.
Wedge gasped and whimpered a little as the two of them played with his body at their leisure. They stroked, kissed and caressed him, making him shudder and hiss in frustration as the teasing racked his body without ever bringing him close to release. Waves of tension ebbed and flowed through him as they toyed with him, taking their pleasure in his delicious torment. Hands and mouths taunted him, never quite touching those places that ached for them the most. Held firmly by his restraints and unable to do anything but yield to their erotic torture, Wedge lost all sense of time.
"Fuck me! Take me, please," he begged at last, his voice husky.
She chuckled. "But I'm having so much fun watching you writhe."
Wedge moaned as she grasped the base of his penis, but the urgency faded a little. Then, at last, he felt her mouth engulf the head of his penis, warm and moist. If she hadn't taken hold of him that way first, he'd have exploded into her mouth. As it was, he could still appreciate the exquisite sensations of her lips and tongue on his cock. Her hair brushed softly against his belly as her head moved back and forth. And as she settled to working on his cock, he felt Hobbie's erection sliding into him from behind.
Wedge jerked, his whole body tensing, but a firm squeeze of the base of his penis brought him back from the edge of orgasm. He sucked in a deep breath as Hobbie started thrusting, each movement sliding Wedge's penis in and out of the woman's receptive mouth. Every centimetre of him burned with sexual tension, centring on the hard, delicious feelings from his cock and arse. Hobbie filled him, stimulating him internally. The woman drew him in, giving him the stimulation of thrusting into her warm mouth. He was at once both fucked and fucking. This time, when his body began to overload, he was allowed to explode into orgasm.
In the immediate aftermath, Wedge was hardly even aware of Hobbie's final thrusts and climax. He heard the grunt and moan of pleasure, registering them as something else positive in his post-orgasmic haze. For a little while, all that mattered was the closeness: Hobbie's warm, relaxed body pressed against his, the sounds of their breathing blending together, the woman's hand soft on his cheek, the gentle intimacy of Hobbie still inside him.
A gentle kiss roused him. Wedge tasted himself on her lips, a touch of salt in her sweetness. As they kissed farewell, Hobbie stirred himself to pull out of Wedge.
"You are a lot of fun to play with," the woman said quietly, one hand still lingering on Wedge's face. "A most beautiful sight, just fastened there and waiting for someone to come along and enjoy you."
Her thumb brushed across his lips, and he kissed it.
"I'm happy to give pleasure," Wedge answered her.
"I hope you'll be here again," she said. "Take care."
Wedge heard soft footsteps as she turned and hurried away.
"I think you've had enough for one evening," Hobbie said from somewhere close by.
Wedge nodded, suddenly becoming aware of how much he ached. The apparatus moved again, closing up and bringing a hiss of pain as his arms and legs were moved into new positions. Hobbie quickly unfastened the restraints and supported Wedge as he stepped down onto the floor again. Wedge hung onto him, stiff in every muscle and rather shaky, until he regained his balance. The light cover was draped over him again, and he let Hobbie guide him across the room. The first few steps were painful, then Wedge found himself starting to loosen up a little and walking became easier.
A door slid open and they passed through. A few steps later, another door opened and Wedge was steered inside. He felt Hobbie's fingers brush his hair and the blindfold was removed, leaving him blinking in the soft light of a small room. It was the private room where he'd undressed and let Hobbie blindfold him before leading him into the central play room. Each of these rooms had a shower unit attached, plus storage lockers and a small drink dispenser. Wedge made his way to one of the soft chairs and collapsed into it with a grateful sigh.
"Thank the Force I've got leave tomorrow," he said. "I don't think I'm going to be able to move."
"You'll feel better once you've had a shower and slept," Hobbie told him. Having put the blindfold down, he offered Wedge a cup of juice.
Wedge gulped it down, as Hobbie slipped on a light robe and sat beside him. When he finished, he found his friend studying him thoughtfully.
"Feel any different?" Hobbie asked.
"Apart from aching in places where I didn't know I had places?" Wedge dropped the humour and leaned back in his chair, drawing the light cover around himself as he thought. "I think so. I feel, well, liberated is the word that comes to mind, though I don't know if it's quite the right one."
"You've discovered, or confirmed something about yourself?" Hobbie suggested.
Wedge nodded. "Being discussed or admired as an object like that really turns me on. I guess there's some vanity in it - knowing you're sexually desirable, but I'm sure there's something more. Possibly something to do with releasing inhibitions by becoming a purely sexual object and losing personality. But it was giving pleasure too. Doing something that's about life, not death."
"Sometimes it's important to remember we're alive." Hobbie understood what he meant.
Wedge had another thought. Maybe it's to do with having physical contact and intimacy but without a real emotional connection. I'm a replaceable object, and so are the people who use me. I don't want to feel a loss like I did when my parents died, and I don't want anyone to grieve like that if I should die, and that's more than likely for a member of Rogue Squadron. Coming here, being an object, I can share pleasure without the worry that pain might follow.
Those were uncomfortable thoughts, and Wedge turned his mind in other directions. They sat together in companionable silence for a few moments, broken when Wedge snorted with amusement and shook his head. At Hobbie's querying expression, he smiled.
"I thought I knew you pretty well, Hobbie. I had no idea you came to this kind of place." Hobbie coloured up for a moment before regaining his composure. "Any base that exists for more than a few weeks develops a sex club of some kind. From the moment you actively join the Rebellion, you know your time could be cut short, so people make the most of their lives while they have them. Some set up smashball leagues, some play practical jokes, others get together and enjoy sex. I chose sex. I like to indulge, and I like to watch."
"I don't know which I enjoyed more: fucking you or watching someone else fuck you."
Wedge felt a warm glow at the words, and at Hobbie's intent expression. "I guess you'll have to bring me back a few times and do some more indulging and watching," he said. "So you can figure out which you like best."
"It could take a while," Hobbie said, deadpan.
Wedge smiled. "That's fine by me." When the killing and fighting start to haunt me, I can think of what I share here. I can be an object of pleasure as well as a weapon of war. I'm happy with that.
"Go get a shower," Hobbie said. "And I'll have some caf ready when you're done."
Oh yes, Wedge thought. I like being a sex toy!
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