His dick pulsed against his briefs, and he flicked open the fly of his jeans and tugged the zipper down. He slid his ass to the edge of the mattress and stroked his cock down toward Landon’s face.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Gregory ordered, his cock leaking a drop of precum when Landon did as he’d been told. “Now, suck me.”
Landon lifted his body, still staying on his knees and took the crown of Gregory’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive underside of his head and promptly hollowed out his cheeks and sucked.
Gregory arched into his mouth and Landon took him deeper, using his tongue to lap at the underside of Gregory’s dick and encourage more of his length to slide into his throat. Landon sucked and bobbed his head, saliva coating his lips while he used his mouth to expertly fuck Gregory’s cock.
Gregory reached between his legs and gripped his balls, tugging them away from his body. The bite of pain made his hips jerk, and Landon sputtered, but recovered quickly and continued his attempts to suck Gregory’s cock dry.
The noises Landon was making were obscene things—wet and juicy lust-filled moans of pleasure and want. He took Gregory’s cock to its base and swallowed, his throat muscles massaging the tip of Gregory’s dick. Gregory held Landon’s head in his hands, pressing his nose into the dark patch of hair at the base of his cock and fucking his hips against his mouth.
Landon’s face turned a beautiful shade of red. Gregory waited until tears leaked from the corners of his eyes before he let go. Landon gasped for air, then went back to sucking.
“Stop,” Gregory managed to choke out, and Landon did, keeping his mouth around his dick without moving.
It almost wasn’t fair—how perfect Landon was. He followed orders like he was born for it and submitted like he’d die without the choice to yield control.
“Go get me your favorite toy and your least favorite toy.”
“Yes, Sir,” Landon answered, rocking back on his heels. Gregory’s cock popped out of his mouth and slapped against his stomach.
Landon crawled to the wall with the toys, since he hadn’t been told he could walk, and Gregory pinched the base of his cock in the crook of his hand so he didn’t blow his load at the sight of it.
Landon selected a cane and a flogger and brought them both back to Gregory, presenting them with open palms and hopeful eyes.
“Which is which?”
Landon opened his mouth and closed it twice before he spoke. “There’s nothing in this room I don’t like, Sir.”
So, it was as Gregory had thought earlier. This was Landon’s room, and Landon’s room alone. Gregory took the cane and flogger from Landon and tossed the flogger on the bed behind him. He flexed the cane, a sturdy yet flexible bamboo rod, and tapped it against his palm to test the strike. It stung. He inclined his head in question at Landon who blushed madly in reply.
“Are you a masochist, Landon?”
“I don’t dislike pain, Sir.”
Gregory propelled himself off the bed and to the shelf across the room. He grabbed the lube and the leather restraints and returned to the bed.
“Stand up.”
Landon rose as gracefully as Gregory had expected him to. He extended his wrists between them, his palms facing in and up.
“Look at me,” Gregory rasped. Landon did, his eyes bright and focused. Gregory cuffed his wrists in the buttery smooth leather, all the while Landon’s stare boring straight into his heart.
He wanted to kiss Landon until their mouths bled.
“On the bed, ass up.”
He would save that kiss for another time.
Landon crawled onto the bed, his back arched in a swooping line that elevated his ass. Gregory attached the cuffs Landon wore to the farthest eyebolts. The position flattened Landon’s chest onto the bed, but kept his ass up in the air.
Gregory knelt beside Landon’s thigh and circled his palm around his ass, spanking him lightly on each cheek just enough to pink the skin. Landon moaned and leaned back into Gregory’s hand. He struck him harder, alternating cheeks and making sure to get the soft spot where Landon’s thigh met his ass.
Landon grunted out a noise that sounded half pleasured, half pained, so Gregory picked up the cane and dragged it across the width of Landon’s red ass cheeks. He tapped it lightly, getting a feel for the movement and the impact, then pulled back farther and swung.
The sound of bamboo against flesh echoed through the room and Landon groaned. Gregory hit him again, three times in quick succession, and Landon was panting. He adjusted his angle and dropped his strikes against the backs of Landon’s thighs until his chest was writhing against the sheets, his eyes pinched shut.
Gregory lost track of time; he didn’t know how long he’d been caning Landon but he knew Landon’s ass was striped like a candy-cane and his cock had leaked a puddle of precum onto the bed beneath him. He set the cane on the bed and moved between Landon’s legs, dragging his palms up the sweaty stripes on Landon’s skin. He reached his ass and ground his fingers in. Landon cried out, and Gregory dug deeper, spreading Landon wide.
