by Kora Knight
“Mmm. You don’t know, do you.”
Tad’s forehead rolled back and forth against the padding, the best he could manage for a head shake. Because in truth, he really didn’t know. A very real part of him, which absolutely included his cock, wanted Scott to keep going. But another part of him, probably the part of his brain that valued sanity, was desperate for the flogging to stop.
And still his pelvis continued to move.
His eyes peeled open as Scott moved into sight. Broad smile in place, he leaned a shoulder against the headboard just inches from Tad’s own. And just like Tad, Scott was glistening with a full-body sweat.
He watched Tad with an unconcealed hunger. Finally, “You want more, badly, but don’t think you can take it.”
Tad swallowed and weakly nodded. “Yeah. How the fuck can that be?”
Scott’s smile turned smug. “Confliction… of the Wall.”
Tad stared at him for a minute, then coughed out a laugh.
Scott brushed Tad’s bangs from his eyes then ran a finger down his back. Tad hissed at the contact, then moaned. His skin felt tight and way too sensitive. Even the faintest touch slithered sensation right to his cock.
Scott’s smile faded. With a pensive expression, he spoke up again. “Listen. The deal, what your boys wanted, was for me to flog you until you came.”
Tad froze, sure he’d heard wrong. “What?” Scott brought a water bottle to Tad’s lips. He guzzled the coldness down with a vengeance.
“That was the arrangement,” Scott shrugged, pulling it away. “To work you until you came.”
A hardy aftershock quaked Tad’s body. “Is that even p-possible?”
Scott scratched his stubbly cheek. “Depends on the person. Some can get off pretty fast. Others… well… it could take a bit longer. If it happens at all.” His finger slid down to draw circles on Tad’s hamstring. More tantalizing licks of heat shimmied to his crotch. He groaned and rocked his hips. Scott’s lips curved.
Finally, Tad rasped, “Do you think it could happen with me?”
Scott ruffled a hand across his spikey head. “It’s hard to say. Everyone’s different. But one thing I do know: those who are new to this stuff? It’s been known to take a while. And even then, I can’t promise it’ll work. Sometimes the mental intensity of it all becomes a physical impediment.”
“Fuck,” Tad groused, still struggling to catch his breath. Again, his pelvis rocked into the headboard. A groan of need rushed past his lips. Damn it, he hadn’t meant to make that sound. His face flushed as hot as his backside.
Scott smiled, running a knuckle down Tad’s cheek. “You blush a lot. I love it.”
Surprisingly, his comment didn’t bother Tad. He had bigger things on his mind. Like what still lay ahead; getting flogged to the brink of orgasm, but never getting off. He closed his eyes. “I’m so fucked.”
For a long moment, Scott said nothing. But then his big body shifted against the headboard. “Listen, Tad. A deal’s a deal, and I never go back on my word. I promised your boys I’d flog you and make you come, and that I’d make it take a while. The rest of the details, though, were left with some room for interpretation.”
Tad’s eyes reopened. “What—” He cleared his throat. “What does that mean?”
Scott’s finger roamed back down to swirl along Tad’s ass. Teasing tongues of fire flicked straight into his balls. He moaned, swiveling his pelvis. Fuck, he needed friction. Needed to fucking come.
“It means I could get the job done…using other methods. I’ve technically already flogged you. Now I just need to drive you crazy.” His brown eyes glittered. “And then I can let you blow.”
Tad struggled to wrap his brain around Scott’s words. But that fingertip roaming closer to his ass’s divide wasn’t making it easy. “Uh... I don’t know… I mean…”
He looked away. Geez, he didn’t even know what he was trying to say. Clearly, Scott’s proposition was more doable than getting whipped with no end in sight. That in itself could drive a man insane. Literally. But Tad was pretty sure that, by consenting, he’d be crossing some irrevocable line. And a big one, at that. Just thinking about it made him restless, for reasons he wasn’t ready to admit.
No. No, fuck it. He couldn’t do it.
But shit, he couldn’t take more of that flogging. He still hadn’t mentally recovered from before. Shit, he suspected a part of him never would. But even though deep down he already knew he’d want to try it again someday, he wasn’t stupid. That day wasn’t today. So, where did that leave him? With not many options. One, in fact. And that one just might catapult him to a place he was reluctant to acknowledge. Not yet, anyhow. And not like this.
He glanced back at Scott, beyond ready to say, Fuck this. I’m outie. And he was sure Scott would let him go. But he was also pretty positive the guy wouldn’t lie on Tad’s behalf. If those pricks came back and asked what happened—and Tad would confidently bet both nuts they would—Scott would tell them the honest truth. That Tad hadn’t taken his end of the deal to “completion.”
Scott sighed. “I won’t hurt you, Tad. Well. No more than I already have.” His lips curved into a small, wry grin. Tad warily met his eyes. “I promise,” Scott chuckled. “Shit, I’ll make it amazing.”
Tad’s winced, his brain reeling harder. Amazing did sound good, especially when the alternative was more mind-body pillaging. Maybe what Scott was offering wasn’t that big of a deal. Tad was probably just way over-thinking it. People told him he did that a lot. In this moment, the end would simply justify the means.
And there was his answer: Scott finishing him off wasn’t a big deal. Just two humans beings working together—okay, one doing most of the work—to bring about a desired outcome. Blessed release. Nothing but anatomical cause and effect. Shouldn’t be that bad. And hell, maybe it’d actually be amazing like Scott said. Seriously, how bad could an orgasm be? Bottom line: no matter what path Tad took to honor this deal, he’d ultimately be coming at the hands of this man. The end result would be the same.
He nodded his head, cheeks flaring hot. “Okay.”
Scott’s killer smile spread across his face. “That’s my bashful boy.” Shoving off the headboard, he sauntered out of view.
Tad grunted, rolling his eyes. “Great. I’ve graduated to “bashful.””
A bark of laughter bounced off the walls. Tad scowled, irritably grinding his hips against the wall. The sensations it wrought quickly diverted his ire. Maybe if he rocked fast enough, he could bust one without Scott’s help.
A hard, hot palm connected with his ass. “Stop that.”
Tad hissed.
And then a curious humming stirred to life, coming from somewhere nearby. Tad frowned. It was so close, he could actually feel it vibrating… along the length of his body. “What the hell is that?”
“Your whipping post, changing position.”
Tad’s brows scrunched. “Changing position?”
“Mmhmm.”
As if on cue, the monstrosity’s upper half started to move, bending in half right at Tad’s hips.
“Whoa. What the fuck.”
Scott returned to his line of sight, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hope you’re somewhat limber.”
Tad balked, even as his torso continued bending forward. “Tell me again what the hell this thing is?” He tugged anxiously on his binds. “And I thought you were gonna untie me.”
Scott made an incredulous “yeah, right” face then patted the lowering surface. “This thing’s one of my favorite contraptions. Keeps subjects nice and secure for some really great exchanges.” He chuckled softly. “Not that there’s much back and forth going on. It’s typically pretty one-sided.”
Tad tensed, his upper body, now at a ninety degree angle… and still heading south. He could feel his sweaty flesh sticking to the leather. Hamstrings growing taut, his calf muscles, too, began stretching to their limits. He winced and shifted awkwardly.
Finally, the moving cam
e to a stop. Though Tad’s hips and legs remained perpendicular, his top half slanted down at forty five degrees. Cock pinned against his abs, fresh mortification assaulted him. Could his nut sack and asshole be any more exposed?
He glared at Scott over his shoulder. “You’re such a fucking perv.”
Again, Scott laughed. “You have no idea. But don’t worry. I’m a fun perv. You’ll like what I do to you.”
Tad eyed the guy’s hand roaming absently over his own chest. Body language, signaling anticipation. But then he sauntered out of view. Not two seconds later, the music bumped back on. This time a bit of Staind. Low and haunting with heady emotion. Longing, anger, regret. It seeped down into one’s marrow to both calm and stir the soul.
Soft footfalls approached from behind, then hot hands palmed the backs of his tender, spread thighs. Tad hissed, fresh heat igniting from the contact, snaking from his hamstrings right into his crotch. And shit, into his asshole, too. His sharp intake swiftly turned to a groan. “Shit, my skin is so fucking sensitive.”
Scott’s hands began a gentle rub, clearly knowing what it did to Tad’s body. Then he moved to kneed Tad’s ass. “You should see how red you are,” he purred. “It’s definitely your color.” Tad grunted breathlessly, Scott gave another chuckle. “I’m gonna bet something else of yours is feeling just as sensitive.” His right hand slid down between Tad’s thighs to reach up and grab his cock. Tad jerked as Scott pulled it down into view. “Damn, Tad,” he murmured. “You’ve got a nice package.”
Ugh. More pathetic blushing—from Scott’s comment as much as his grip. But at this point, what was the point in telling him to let go. Their new arrangement clearly warranted plenty of touching. So, he sucked in a breath… and held it, eyes sliding shut as Scott stroked him off. But then the dude’s other hand joined the fun; hot, calloused fingers curling around his sack.
“Hairless,” Scott mused. “I love when guys shave.”
His words had Tad’s belly coiling hotter with need. He pressed his face into the padding, determined to simply ride atop these swelling waves of sensations. Slowly his hips began to rock, moving in time with that hand on his dick. Scott mmm’ed in approval, his thumb making circles along Tad’s crown.
“Ah, fuck…” Tad rasped.
More approving sounds as Scott played with his nuts, lazily rolling and fingering each one. His pace on Tad’s dick increased, the hand on his nuts moving up to tease Tad’s taint. Up and down, his fingertips roamed, grazing along that sensitive stretch between Tad’s asshole and his balls.
Tad squirmed. It all felt way too good. At this rate he was going to bust so fast, it’d be another source of mortification. Instinctively, his ass cheeks clenched. Too much stimulation.
Scott seemed to really like that. Hands abandoning their posts, he palmed Tad’s raw butt and gave a squeeze. “You’ve got a frisky ass,” he growled. “I like.”
Tad winced at the pleasure-burn as his dick gave a twitch. Scott chuckled, returning Tad’s compliment with a smack. “Fuck!” Tad howled, arching in pain.
“Oh, stop crying.” The sound of freeing fabric wisped past Tad’s ears. “Now, to get you set up.”
Tad tensed. Wasn’t he already fucking set up? A black scarf slipped in front of his eyes. Tad cursed. It just kept getting better.
“To help you focus on the pleasure I give you.”
“Uh huh. Thanks for stating the obvious.”
Another sharp, stinging palm to his ass. “Shy and sarcastic?”
“Fuck off.”
An amused rumble. “Oh, I’ll be doing that soon enough. But, yeah… not to myself.”
Tad bit back a snarl… as well as his tongue. Just the thought of Scott working him like that made him shiver from head to toe.
Abruptly, strong fingers were back on his balls, but this time to fasten a band at their base. Tad winced with a hiss as Scott cinched the thing tight.
“So you don’t come too early, since you definitely would.”
Another round of motherfucking blushing. Shouldn’t Tad be accustomed to this shit by now?
“Alright, I think you’re good to go.”
“Great.”
“Hell, yeah,” Scott laughed.
The sound of a bottle cap quietly unscrewing whispered past Tad’s ears. A second later, Scott’s wet finger slid across his lips. “Taste.”
Tad licked off the sweetness. “Dare I ask what that is?”
“Just corn syrup. But when thinned down real good, it makes an awesome condiment.”
Air lodged in Tad’s lungs. “C-condiment?”
“Mmhmm...With you spread out like a mouth-watering buffet, there’ll be no denying myself a taste.”
Ohhhh fuck. That meant mouth-on-skin contact. And not just any skin, but need-to-come genitals. Tad squirmed restlessly, pulling on his binds. “Scott. Hold up. I don’t think—”
Cool liquid on his nut sack brought his words up short.
“Tad?” Scott murmured.
“Yeah?” he croaked.
“I’m going to need you to shut up now.”
Tad heard Scott dropping into a squat as his hands latched onto Tad’s thighs. Tad winced at the stinging contact… until the most incredible wet heat enveloped his entire sack. “Ahhhhh….” he moaned in euphoric bliss.
The feel of Scott’s mouth and tongue drawing him in was utterly indescribable. No chick had ever done that before. Not that he’d been with a ton of girls. But the ones that he had had been letdowns at most, and utterly short-lived at best. They just never seemed able to get him going. At the time he hadn’t put much thought to why.
Scott’s big hands rose to palm his cheeks, spreading them wide at their base. And then his thumbs got into the mix. Returning to Tad’s sensitive taint, the root of his pulsating cock, they stroked him and teased him then grazed him with blunt nails. Shit, that felt incredible.
Scott continued to suckle him, gentle yet insistent, his tongue encircling each ball separately, again and again and again. And still, those thumbs kept doing their thing, just barely grazing Tad’s asshole each time they made a sweep. He bit his lip, eyes rolling back. Sooooo goooood…
Scott’s mouth released him with a scandalous pop. Another cool drizzle found the V of Tad’s crown as Scott’s hot palm returned to his thigh. Tad’s pelvis writhed in anticipation… until Scott’s hand gripped around his cock. That heavenly heat descended again, sucking Tad’s swollen crown in between wet lips.
“Fuuucck,” Tad moaned. “That feels amazing.”
But Scott relinquished him almost immediately. “Mmm.”
Tad bit back an unhappy mewl.
Fresh syrup trickled a path down Tad’s taint. Again, Scott palmed the bottom of Tad’s cheeks, spreading them as wide as they’d go. His tongue’s firm tip flicked the base above Tad’s sack. Tad jerked, Scott growled, and did it again. And then a few more times after that. Only when Tad whimpered did Scott redirect his focus, leisurely licking and flicking along Tad’s sensitized root.
“Unngghh,” Tad shuddered, lashes fluttering closed.
Scott purred in return, his lips joining in to nibble at Tad’s stretch. And when he nipped him, Tad flat-out bucked with a gasp—which, of course, prompted Scott to repeat the action relentlessly. To his blatant delight, Tad responded the same… each and every time.
“Fuck, you’re a fun one,” he laughed against Tad’s skin.
It was Tad’s turn to finally growl. Though, to be fair, he kind of liked how Scott reveled in his body’s reactions. ‘Cause man, Tad’s body was definitely reveling in Scott. So much so that, if he wasn’t so enraptured, he’d find it downright disturbing. And enraptured, Tad most certainly was. Hell, he didn’t even care anymore that he was bent over like a slut.
“Can’t wait to eat you out,” Scott’s deep voice intoned. His mouth and hands retreated for a fourth bout of drizzle… right on Tad’s tight hole. He shifted restlessly, reading the writing on the wall. Scott was going to put his mouth on
him there. A mouth that had proven to be exceptionally wicked. Where Tad’s ass was concerned, that prospect bordered scary.
Unyielding hands re-gripped his cheeks’ lower half and spread them unbearably wide. Tad tensed… until two thumbs slid inward to stroke his rosette. In perfect unison they worked as a team, taking turns swiping over his syrupy star. Despite himself, Tad let out a moan.
Scott growled, heady and low. Instinctively, Tad’s butt cheeks tried to clench. And wow, Scott really liked that, too. His growl sharpened—into what Tad could only describe as raw excitement.
Squeezing Tad’s globes, he spread them back open. “Do that again.” Before Tad could think, he obeyed the command. Again, he tried to clench them shut even as strong fingers held them wide. “Shit,” Scott cursed. “That’s so fucking hot. Your twitching hole exposed like this, so mouth-watering and vulnerable.” His thumbs got back to lazy stroking. “Gonna devour this,” he murmured. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.”
Tad winced behind his blindfold. Scott was really getting into this. The thought made the depths of his gut coil tight, like he was equal parts horrified and utterly turned on. Shit, was he truly turned on by this, too? His hips rocked in conflicted anticipation, squirming against Scott’s hold. No, he couldn’t be enjoying this beyond just the physical. He wasn’t gay, so that wasn’t—
The tip of Scott’s tongue interrupted all thought. One hot flick over his helpless pink star. Tad sucked in a breath, his pucker clenching tight. But another lick came. And then another. Along with some gentle swirls. Tad’s heart jackhammered in his chest. He’d been utterly unprepared for such powerful stimulation. So alien and yet so inexplicably natural. So wrong and yet druggingly right. He groaned and swiveled his pelvis with need.
“Shit,” Scott mumbled, face buried in Tad’s crack. “You taste so fucking good.”
A handful of pants was Tad’s only reply.
Scott’s mouth latched on to his tender hole, his flattened tongue stroking it with each sucking draw.
Shit, that felt unreal…
And all those hungry, slurping noises? Kinky as fucking hell. His cock twitched anew.
