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ready.”
    “Please,” Sasha begged, voice raspy with need.
    Neal needed no further encouragement and set up a steady rhythm along Sasha’s ass and legs. The lashes, avoiding Sasha’s ribs and sides, caused heat to bloom across his skin. Sasha sank into it, the familiar bliss surging over him as his brain whited out.
    Neal finished and walked around to his front. Without warning, Neal sucked Sasha’s cock into his mouth and worked Sasha to the brink. The wet cavern of Neal’s mouth surrounded him like silk and Sasha wanted it to never end. As before, Neal pulled off right before Sasha came. Sasha cried out, writhing against his restraints and reaching for Neal with his hips. Neal ignored him and unclipped his legs, then his hands.
    Neal led him over to the barrel, a heavy wooden replica of a fifty-gallon drum. A thick red cushion, velvety and soft, covered the top and extended down the sides for several inches. Ankle restraints clicked into the bottom and Neal stretched him over the top to clip his hands into two rings on the far side. Leather handles gave him something to grip.
    Neal squeezed his ass. “You have the perfect ass, you know,” he said conversationally.
    “Thank you.”
    “How’s your bruising and stuff? Can you lean on your stomach?”
    “I think so. It’s mostly the ribs now, my stomach and pelvis are all right.”
    Neal stripped, revealing his smooth skin and taut muscles. Sasha started panting and wished he could touch Neal and run his hands up and down that tight body. Neal leaned forward, his cock in the valley of Sasha’s ass, up against Sasha’s balls. He could feel the dot of moisture at its tip.
    “I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk straight.”
    Sasha’s heart started to pound.
    “What’s your safe word?”
    Ever the traditionalist. Sasha was half-tempted to change it up each time, but was afraid he’d forget it if he really needed it. Not smart. “Lemon.”
    Neal slapped his left ass cheek. “That’s my boy.”
    Neal stepped back and unfurled what was fast becoming Sasha’s favorite flogger. This time, Neal used more force with his blows, bouncing Sasha against the barrel. The sensations built toward climax, but Neal paused. He went to the cabinet and pulled out a condom, then filled it with lube. He came over to Sasha and slid it, slowly, over Sasha’s swollen cock. The cold lube made Sasha writhe against Neal’s hand, but Neal wouldn’t let him get any relief and moved with him as he tried to pump. The slick lube moved inside the condom like burying himself in a lover’s ass and Sasha whimpered, desperate now.
    Neal finished and released him. The blows started again, heavy and regular. Sasha’s pants became loud moans and he thrust against the velvet of the padding. The condom moved around him like a mouth and he started to come. “Boss!”
    “Come for me, baby,” Neal purred, not pausing.
    “Please, Boss,” he whispered. “Please don’t stop,” he shouted, spurting so hard his ass clenched and he pressed himself against the barrel.
    Neal chuckled and squeezed him, hard, as he took the condom off. He tossed it in a trash can and coated an enormous black butt plug with the slick lube. Sasha relaxed, widening his stance and pushing back with his ass, begging to be penetrated.
    “Please, Boss. Fuck me.”
    “I am, little man, no worries.”
    Neal’s hands pressed the plug into him and Sasha’s breathing deepened, arousal flaring all through his chest and making it hard to see.
    As good as it felt, though, he wanted Neal to ride him, not play with him. “Please…”
    Neal bent over him. “Please what?”
    “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me, Boss, please.”
    Neal chuckled and then unclipped his restraints. He lifted Sasha, carrying him carefully, and laid him on his back on the table. The plug buried inside Sasha rubbed against his prostate and he writhed in Neal’s hands, noises coming out of him but making no sense.
    “You want