A taste of things to cum(session 3)

As Harry expected, the first thing out of the box was the ropes, swiftly followed by the gag. He allowed the ropes pull at his arms and let his elbows get tied together behind his back, the rope coiling down his arms to his wrists. As soon as the gag was in his mouth, he could already taste the familiar, salty taste. Once his arms were secure, the rope moved on, securing his legs onto themselves.

With his limbs secured, the box rustled once more, more toys floating out of it. First to reach him was the feather duster, immediately slipping behind him. It caressed down his spine, leaving a trail of electrified skin behind. It kept going, brushing past his asshole, igniting all the nerves there right before the plug pressed into him. The cool, smooth rubber sliding into his hot, needy hole made Harry moan loudly, his racing heartbeat already making the plug pulse and grow.

Reaching him next, the vibrator circled his bellybutton, before trailing up his body like a lovers finger. It rubbed over one nipple bringing it to attention, just as the feather duster made a pass over the other, swapping after a few seconds. At this point Harry felt like he was only breathing in to moan in pleasure, and moan he did as the suckers latched onto his nipples.

One last thump from the box made Harry open his eyes to see the collar float out along side another toy. As the collar clicked into place on his neck, he thought he felt a nudge in his head. 'obey, feel good, enjoy, feel lust, don't think, obey,' Harry dismissed it to focus on the last toy, a dildo, bobbing lightly in front of his face. It was close enough that if he wanted to, he could have stretched out his neck and licked it.

Feeling a familiar tightness near his groin, Harry flexed his hips, squeezing his ass and moving the plug inside himself. It was testament to how wound up he was that it only took a minute until he came. To his shock, as he did, the dildo seemed to stroke itself, before spraying him with a thick, salty liquid. It covered him from jaw to hairline, thick ropes of it, some entering his mouth. Enough pooled there that he had to swallow it or ****.

Coughing to clear his airway enough to breath, globs of the potion dripped from his face and mouth to join his cum on the floor. Only the fact that the potion was blue and glittery gave away that it wasn't real cum sprayed over him. Despite not swallowing, Harry's mouth was still coated with something that his mind couldn't help but think of as cum, but a small part recognised that it tasted just like the gag that he had wanted to taste more of.

A moan tore out of his throat, as the plug pulled itself fully out of his body. It flipped past his face, getting his attention as it did before dripping into the mixed puddle of cum and potion. It landed lightly, rolling about and getting completely coated in the mix. The tickling of the feathers once more slid down his spine and to his ass, this time teasing the rim of his asshole and slightly inside. The electric feeling coming from inside him made Harry squeak in surprise, only for the coated plug to slam back inside, leaving him to shriek as it pummelled into his prostate at full ****.

The onslaught on the pleasure centres of his body left Harry feeling almost drunk, as if watching things from over his own shoulder. He slammed back into his body as another orgasm burst from him, coating the inside of his thighs in his own seed. Once more, the dildo in front of his face let out jet after jet of salty potion over him. This time it seemed to have better aim, getting most of it to land in or near Harry's mouth. With no other option but drink or drown, he swallowed everything in his mouth as best as he could.