by T M Chris
Boy, did he. Kelvin sank to his knees. He grabbed Grant’s cock and sucked it down so greedily he nearly choked himself on it, hungry for this beautiful embodiment of Grant’s stern passion. Grant’s cock was as lean and long and hard as he was, and Kelvin gobbled and gobbled, not even needing air because he would rather have cock. His own cock pointed straight forward, hard and ignored but ready, until he popped off Grant’s cock and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, you want to get fucked, don’t you?” Grant traced a thumb along Kelvin’s lower lip, catching the saliva there and feeding it back to him. Kelvin sucked in Grant’s thumb, answering Grant’s question with a nod since his mouth was busy.
“Then let’s do that.” Grant stood up and snagged Kelvin under the arms to lift him to his feet, then turned him to face the couch and gave him a light tap on the stinging flesh of his ass. “Over the back of the couch. No, don’t do anything with your pants. Leave them just like that. You’re too pretty a sight to spoil.”
Kelvin leaned over the back of the couch, which was covered in a bumpy tweed-like fabric, definitely a cast-off from someone’s den. His cock bumped up against the rough nap as his throbbing ass thrust out behind him, the clothes around his ankles keeping him shackled at Grant’s mercy. He must be a sight, all right. Red-assed, teary-faced, and limp with surrender everywhere except in his cock, which was almost as red as his ass and dripped with longing. He gyrated his ass, trying to lure Grant into moving faster and also get some friction for his cock.
When cool, slick fingers found his pucker, Kelvin sighed with relief. He couldn’t wait to have Grant in him—the perfect culmination he’d been seeking all this time. Grant’s fingers were as commanding working him open as they were raining fury down on his ass. Those long, slim digits unerringly found his prostate, working him into a frenzy of unsatisfied lust.
“Shh, shh,” Grant said, soothing his other hand up Kelvin’s back. “You’re going to get what you need. I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
Kelvin trusted Grant, but it was hard to wait. He whimpered, trying to be good, and finally Grant removed his fingers and the bigger, blunter head of his cock pushed up against his sphincter. And ah, it was incredible, that long slide of Grant taking him. Grant’s thighs nestled up against the back of his, stirring up those hardly banked fires of pain when they met the tender flesh of his ass. The combination was heady, intoxicating, and Kelvin arched his back, nearly feral with need as Grant started to fuck him.
The fuck was as furious as the spanking had been, as if neither one of them had the patience to be slow with it. They rocketed back and forth, every thrust sliding Kelvin’s cock against the back of the couch until Kelvin’s orgasm rose up in him. He screamed, letting it all go as he jetted onto the nubby fabric, one spasm after another hitting him with resounding force. He’d never come so hard, never had his emotions and body tied so completely together. It felt like his whole being climaxed in one cosmic explosion.
Grant came with him, letting out a quiet but unmistakable grunt. He froze, his thighs and cock jerking as he released into the condom, then slumped over Kelvin’s back to press kisses into his neck and cheek. He rested there a moment before heaving a satisfied sigh and pulling out. Kelvin was sorry to feel him go, but he was only gone for a moment before he came back.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes, baby.” Grant got down on his knees and helped Kelvin step out of his shoes and jeans and underwear, then lifted him into his arms. He grunted a little with the effort. “You aren’t all that light. Luckily, we don’t have far to go.”
He staggered more than walked as he carried Kelvin into the next room. Kelvin almost said he could walk himself, but maybe he couldn’t. His legs were so loose and rubbery, and it was nice like this, even if he was a little afraid Grant would either drop him or bonk his head into a wall. But Grant got him settled on the bed without any mishaps. He stripped off Kelvin’s shirt and got rid of his own clothes, then joined him, pulling Kelvin into his chest so Kelvin’s ass faced up.
“You’re the most amazing thing,” Grant said as he ran his hands all over Kelvin’s body, sometimes up and down his spine, sometimes over that painfully tender ass. “Such a good boy for me. Such a treasure.”
Kelvin had expected getting fucked to be the perfect culmination he’d been searching for, but he’d been wrong. It was this. Being held and petted and loved.
“I love you,” he told Grant, because he’d forgotten to say it earlier.
“Love you too, precious boy. We’re going to be so happy together.”
Yeah, Kelvin thought they probably would.
Epilogue
Grant couldn’t help being proud. Kelvin wasn’t his son or his student, but those Cs on Kelvin’s report card were at least partially the result of his own hard work. His own hand work, he corrected himself with a snicker. Cs weren’t an optimum grade, but considering Kelvin had been on the verge of failing out a couple of months ago, they would do just fine. Plus there was that one B- he’d managed to pull off in Sociology.
Grant tugged Kelvin into his side and gave the tip of his pointy nose a kiss. “Who’s a very good boy?”
Kelvin beamed, his eyes bright under his sloppy blond bangs. “Is it me?”
“Uh huh. Next semester you’re going to do even better for me, right?”
Grant hadn’t been sure what he was signing up for when he’d first taken Kelvin under his wing. The boy could be so scattered Grant sometimes wondered if he had a brain in his head at all, but it turned out there was a good one in there. It just needed to be regularly pointed in the right direction. Kelvin could probably earn straight As if he started the semester on the right foot and stayed focused.
“But not now,” Kelvin said cheerily. “Now I have a whole summer off.” He spread his arms like they were wings he could fly away on.
Grant smiled at him even as he corrected him. “Off from school, not off from life.”
He’d found Kelvin an internship. It would be good experience for him and had the extra benefit of giving him a reason to spend the summer near campus instead of going home to his parents. He was going to live right here with Grant where Grant could keep an eye on him.
“You’ll be working plenty hard,” he promised the easily distracted boy who’d somehow become his boyfriend. And also the most important part of his life. “I’m going to make sure of that.”
“How are going to do that?” Kelvin challenged, though of course he knew how.
Grant’s hand was always a little sore these days. They’d tried various implements over the last two months. A wooden kitchen spoon, a ping-pong paddle, a ruler, a special glove made just for spanking, because the internet would sell you anything. But there was nothing like a good hand spanking. The slap of flesh against flesh, the juvenile humiliation of a boy’s ass being upturned because it needed daddy’s hand—
Nope. Nothing like it.
“I’m going to make sure you do your job just like I make sure you do your schoolwork—by turning your ass red and then standing you in a corner so I can admire it.”
“And jerk yourself,” Kelvin said with a snort.
“Mm.” He did love stroking himself to the sight of Kelvin’s pert ass, freshly red and quivering, as Kelvin sobbed into the wall. Almost as much as he loved pulling Kelvin into his lap and wiping away his tears, telling him it was all over—that he’d taken his punishment like a good boy. But not as much as he loved fucking Kelvin, driving into that hot ass and listening to Kelvin yelp and squeal and come and come and come.
“I think somebody needs a spanking right now,” he said because his dick was standing up in his pants and Kelvin looked a little flushed.
“What?” Kelvin squeaked, full of indignation. “How can I deserve a spanking? I passed.”
“It’s a congratulations spanking.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is today.
Kelvin tried to escape, but Gran
t grabbed his wrist and yanked him back to grind their bodies together so he could feel how hard Kelvin was too. “Come on, baby. You know it’s for your own good.”
Kelvin laughed. “You’re just horny.”
“Like you aren’t.”
Grant rolled their hips together. They could skip the spanking and go straight to fucking or have a quick exchange of blowjobs, but it’d been four days since Kelvin had last been spanked, and he would be a bitch to live with if he didn’t get his regular dose of discipline. Grant didn’t want to come home and find all his pans in the middle of the kitchen floor because Kelvin had decided to reorganize the cupboards then forgot he was doing it or wake up at three in the morning to the light of Kelvin playing “one more game.”
Which meant it was time for a spanking.
He steered Kelvin over to their discipline chair—a new chair he’d bought for ten dollars from a guy down the hall who was moving out. It had a nice straight back and was sturdy enough that Grant didn’t have to worry about it breaking under their combined weight. He sat in the chair and lined Kelvin up in front of him. Kelvin was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and—if he knew what was good for him—a jockstrap, because those ugly boxers he used to wear to appointments had been banished. He looked fresh and cute, almost too young to mess around with except for that smirk.
“Kelvin,” Grant started. “I’m very proud of you. You turned this semester around—from disaster to triumph. I’m giving you this spanking not because I’m mad at you but because you deserve to be cared for. To be cherished and corrected and supported and loved. I’m giving you this spanking because I love you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Kelvin looked like he was about to cry, even though Grant hadn’t touched him yet. Grant felt a little teary himself. They were so good together. He was good for Kelvin, and Kelvin was… a gigantic pain in the ass. But also a miracle straight from God.
“Then drop your drawers and come on up over here.” He patted his lap, barely managing to keep from licking his lips as Kelvin shimmied his jeans down over his hips to leave them bunched around his ankles. His cock made an obscene bulge in the light nylon of his star-spangled jockstrap, and when he put himself over Grant’s lap, there was nothing obscuring the round perfection of his ass except those bands of elastic.
Grant fingered the elastic—taking his time, appreciating Kelvin’s creamy pink-tinged skin, anticipating the sting of that first crack. He raised his hand and let it fall, not giving it his all yet but putting enough arm into it that Kelvin jumped. Grant grinned down at the perfectly placed handprint glowing red on Kelvin’s right ass cheek, waiting until it faded before ringing down a second blow.
Kelvin was ready for this one. He moaned and ground his cock against Grant’s thigh, which made his abdomen shift in such a way that it rubbed against Grant’s cock. Grant almost moaned back, but he managed to stifle the sound, keeping his presentation authoritative as he set to blistering Kelvin’s ass from one side to the other. Kelvin took it so beautifully, rocking back to meet his hand even as he yelped in pain—loving it and hating it and making every moment so vivid and meaningful.
Grant picked up his pace, peppering the tops of Kelvin’s thighs and the tempting curve at the bottom of his ass, until his handprints spotted a temporary white against a sea of crimson, until every bit of Kelvin’s backside was a bright cherry red and Kelvin was sobbing those tears that meant he’d achieved catharsis, that he was no longer just horny and playing but had truly submitted.
Then Grant gentled his hand, letting it roam over the hot flesh, knowing that the tingly pain he felt in his palm was echoed in Kelvin’s ass—that they were bonded by the shared sizzle.
“Shh,” he consoled his sobbing boy. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay now. You did good. Good in school and good for me.”
Today wasn’t a corner day, he decided. Corner time was for shame, and Kelvin had nothing to be ashamed of today. Instead he pulled Kelvin into his lap and kissed the tears off his face until Kelvin had recovered enough to go where he wanted to be, which was down on his knees between Grant’s knees.
Grant freed his cock from behind the constraint of his zipper and let Kelvin take it like the pacifier it was to him. Kelvin needed to serve him, and Grant desperately needed relief. Spanking Kelvin didn’t just hurt his hand. It drove him to a height of hardness that could be called painful, and the wetness of Kelvin’s mouth on his cock was like water to flames, except nothing could completely put out this fire except an orgasm. Which he was saving for the fuck.
“How ’bout you bend over for me?” he suggested when he couldn’t hold off any longer. “Go put that ass over the back of the couch where I can get at it.”
Kelvin must’ve worked through all his emotions because he hopped to feet and hobbled comically but quickly over to the couch. He bent himself over it with a sigh like he was settling into bed after a long day and thrust out his ass. Grant fetched the condoms and lube from the end table and stood for a moment, considering.
They should have a talk about the condoms. Two months was too soon to call this forever, but they were planning to live together this summer, had already exchanged I love you’s and, well, Grant hoped it was going to be forever. Tomorrow they’d get tested, and soon Grant would be plowing this ass raw.
He wondered if fucking Kelvin raw would be even better than what was already too amazing for words as he worked Kelvin open, using the strong movements he’d learned Kelvin loved. Kelvin pushed back to meet him, taking this as well as he took a spanking. He was such a good boy.
With a feeling of forever, Grant lined up his cock up and slid it home.
~~The End~~
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