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tone held nervous tension.
    James took a moment to run his hands over the smooth skin of his sub's arms and back as he replied. “The cowhide. It can be gentle or moderate in strength as we learn what you need.”
    “Not the deerskin?” That was lighter weight. “Or a feather duster?”
    “We could go straight to the cane, if you prefer.”
    “No sir. I like the cowhide.”
    James smiled to himself as he took the flogger from the display case. The handle was black ribbon on black in the Samurai katana style and the thirty tails were about eighteen inches long. He swung it a few times to test the weight and feel of it. He liked floggers best because of their versatility. They delivered an intense pain or minor sting, but bruising was minimal. He did not need to see stripes on his sub's back that lasted for days. Not yet, anyway.
    Moving behind Carl, he kissed his neck and stepped back to take the first swing. The bound man let out a whoosh of air, but otherwise made no sound. James worked the flogger in earnest then, rotating his arm in a figure eight to brush the bare skin from neck to knees.
    Carl shifted occasionally in reaction to the hits as his skin warmed. Gentle, tantalizing sweeps across his skin brought blood to the surface making him pink.
    James walked a leisurely circle around the boy while maintaining the steady rhythm. Soon, the rosy glow covered every inch of Carl except for his genitals and James was behind him once more. He stopped and placed the flogger on the table.
    “How do you feel, Carl?” He touched the lovely back in a caress and felt the skin bead up in goosebumps.
    “I am okay, sir.” Carl shifted again. James knew his hands were changing the effect of the strikes from muted to prickly. He was careful to touch everywhere.
    “Good.” He picked up the flogger and began again. The gentle slaps of the tails took on more force as James increased the energy of the strokes.
    Small noises broke loose from Carl in guttural pants that matched the kiss of the leather flogger. Lighter strokes to his cock went unnoticed as James added them to the pink canvas. He did not stop at the end of the second pass.
    Keeping the strength of the hits the same, James walked around the groaning man for the third and final time. His own arm grew tired and he was not surprised to see the younger man's body racked by subtle tremors.
    Cautious, well-placed stings landed on Carl's cock to make it fill and the last few contacts were to the underside of the dripping flesh as it rose to his belly.
    “Sir, sir, sir.” Carl's eyes were wide and pleading when James put down the flogger.
    “You've done well, boy. Don't panic now that we're almost done.” He held the other man's face while he kissed him in a repeat of their passionate greeting in his office. The reaction of his sub was much different this time when he ran his hands up over the bound arms.
    “James!” The tremors turned into shivers as Carl's skin took on a life of its own.
    “Come when you need to.” James let his hands slide down the hot torso as he knelt at Carl's feet. Lips met cock as hands gripped burning flanks. He could not believe the heat of the flesh inside his mouth. It was glorious.
    “Oh, damn, sir!” Carl's hoarse shout echoed in the room at the same instant he shot into the back of James’ throat.
    The tangy offering added to the bouquet of sweat and leather. James got drunk on the taste and suckled the cap until there was nothing left. He stood, intending to open the slacks he wore, but his own orgasm was upon him too quickly and he came inside them. The climax threatened to buckle his legs it was that good.
    He took a deep breath. “I will have you down in a moment, Carl.”
    “Uh nuh.”
    “That makes two of us.” James called himself a fool for ejaculating in his pants like a randy teenager while he pulled the mat behind Carl. He had to get him down to check his condition and make him comfortable before he could indulge in