the room and opened his closet. There was a pause while he dug around in the back. Brian knew about the back of Paul's closet. He'd not poked around in it because he kind of knew that whatever was back there was something he wasn't ready to see until Paul showed him.
A fluttery, soft, cool sensation on his ass.
“Brian.” Paul's voice was in control now. Smooth. “This is a hand flog. It won't cut you or leave permanent marks, do you understand?”
Brian had to moisten his lips and swallow before he could answer. “Yes,” he said.
“You need a safe word, Brian. You'll tell me to stop before you need me to stop, so you have to give me a word you wouldn't normally use. One you can say when you can't take anymore. Do you understand?”
Brian was breathing harder, his heart in his throat. “Yes. I-I... do. Um. Magnolia.”
“Magnolia,” said Paul, his voice cool and professional, his hand on Brian's ass cheek. “Are you ready, honey?”
“Yes,” whispered Brian.
The whip slid across Brian's ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes. Daddy.”
And the first blow fell.
It stung. Brian jumped. And yelped.
Another blow. Harder this time. Then another.
Tears started in Brian's eyes. He gasped. Sobbed.
Another. Another, across the first hurt, and it stung worse than the others. Brian cried out again. Paul didn't hesitate now. One after the other, the hits were a rhythm and then a continuous stream of bright pain. Brian flying, his mind bright and free and his voice crying out as if it weren't even part of him.
Then he was sobbing, head on his arms, the pain stopping, Paul's hands on him, the dildo sliding from his ass. He was empty and bright, and then he was filled with Paul. Paul thick and hot inside of him, punching into him over and over. All he knew was Paul's cock fucking him, Paul's big hands holding his hips, Paul's moans. Paul throbbing inside him a hot, comforting presence.
Rolled on the bed, his ass carefully kept off the sheets, then Paul carried him like something precious into the bathroom, slid the harness from his limp body and lowered him into the cool tub. Holding him there, Brian floating with Paul's arms wrapped around him.
Paul's lips on his forehead. “How are you, Brian?”
“Free,” said Brian, clinging to Paul. “I feel free.”
“Sweetheart.” Paul's mouth on his. All that passion there. “Sleep. I'll hold you.”
“Daddy,” whispered Brian. And he did sleep.
“Jesus.” Scott stopped dropping cookie dough onto the sheet and looked sideways at Jim, his ears bright red. “Are you sure that's okay?”
Jim blithely kept beating dough. “Haven't you ever known anyone involved in a Dom/sub relationship?
“I'm a simple boy from Georgia, Jim,” said Scott, shaking his head. “Man lays a hand on another man there, and we call it something else.”
“I am absolutely positive that Brian wants what's happening in there. As a matter of fact, I believe he instigated it,” said Jim calmly.
A particularly loud wailing cry echoed through the house. Scott paled. “I don't know, Jim.”
“Listen... ” And Jim wrapped a big comforting arm around Scott. “You talk to him about it, okay? He'll tell you. Brian is running that relationship, Scott. He really is. Paul is completely under his control.”
“You sure?”
“You've been with us, Scott. You've seen how much Paul cares for him. How careful he is with him.”
Scott poked at the cookie dough with one finger. “Brian's my friend, Jim.”
“I know,” said Jim, and he kissed Scott on the top of his head. “Mine too.”
Scott turned into his arms, let himself be held. It was very quiet in the house.
“It's stopped.” Scott's voice was muffled against Jim's chest. Jim ran his hand up and down Scott's back, into his hair. He kissed him on the head again. Scott tipped his head back to look at him, and Jim kissed his nose... his mouth. Scott's mouth opened under his, like a hungry baby bird's, and Jim folded the shorter man up
A fluttery, soft, cool sensation on his ass.
“Brian.” Paul's voice was in control now. Smooth. “This is a hand flog. It won't cut you or leave permanent marks, do you understand?”
Brian had to moisten his lips and swallow before he could answer. “Yes,” he said.
“You need a safe word, Brian. You'll tell me to stop before you need me to stop, so you have to give me a word you wouldn't normally use. One you can say when you can't take anymore. Do you understand?”
Brian was breathing harder, his heart in his throat. “Yes. I-I... do. Um. Magnolia.”
“Magnolia,” said Paul, his voice cool and professional, his hand on Brian's ass cheek. “Are you ready, honey?”
“Yes,” whispered Brian.
The whip slid across Brian's ass. “Yes, what?”
“Yes. Daddy.”
And the first blow fell.
It stung. Brian jumped. And yelped.
Another blow. Harder this time. Then another.
Tears started in Brian's eyes. He gasped. Sobbed.
Another. Another, across the first hurt, and it stung worse than the others. Brian cried out again. Paul didn't hesitate now. One after the other, the hits were a rhythm and then a continuous stream of bright pain. Brian flying, his mind bright and free and his voice crying out as if it weren't even part of him.
Then he was sobbing, head on his arms, the pain stopping, Paul's hands on him, the dildo sliding from his ass. He was empty and bright, and then he was filled with Paul. Paul thick and hot inside of him, punching into him over and over. All he knew was Paul's cock fucking him, Paul's big hands holding his hips, Paul's moans. Paul throbbing inside him a hot, comforting presence.
Rolled on the bed, his ass carefully kept off the sheets, then Paul carried him like something precious into the bathroom, slid the harness from his limp body and lowered him into the cool tub. Holding him there, Brian floating with Paul's arms wrapped around him.
Paul's lips on his forehead. “How are you, Brian?”
“Free,” said Brian, clinging to Paul. “I feel free.”
“Sweetheart.” Paul's mouth on his. All that passion there. “Sleep. I'll hold you.”
“Daddy,” whispered Brian. And he did sleep.
“Jesus.” Scott stopped dropping cookie dough onto the sheet and looked sideways at Jim, his ears bright red. “Are you sure that's okay?”
Jim blithely kept beating dough. “Haven't you ever known anyone involved in a Dom/sub relationship?
“I'm a simple boy from Georgia, Jim,” said Scott, shaking his head. “Man lays a hand on another man there, and we call it something else.”
“I am absolutely positive that Brian wants what's happening in there. As a matter of fact, I believe he instigated it,” said Jim calmly.
A particularly loud wailing cry echoed through the house. Scott paled. “I don't know, Jim.”
“Listen... ” And Jim wrapped a big comforting arm around Scott. “You talk to him about it, okay? He'll tell you. Brian is running that relationship, Scott. He really is. Paul is completely under his control.”
“You sure?”
“You've been with us, Scott. You've seen how much Paul cares for him. How careful he is with him.”
Scott poked at the cookie dough with one finger. “Brian's my friend, Jim.”
“I know,” said Jim, and he kissed Scott on the top of his head. “Mine too.”
Scott turned into his arms, let himself be held. It was very quiet in the house.
“It's stopped.” Scott's voice was muffled against Jim's chest. Jim ran his hand up and down Scott's back, into his hair. He kissed him on the head again. Scott tipped his head back to look at him, and Jim kissed his nose... his mouth. Scott's mouth opened under his, like a hungry baby bird's, and Jim folded the shorter man up
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