“I don’t know, sir,” Jimmy replied honestly, wiggling his hips. He could feel his own wetness soaking into Cold’s pants, his ass throbbing, and every fiber of his being screaming for relief.
“Let’s find out,” Cold said, rearing back and cracking his hand across Jimmy’s tender ass. He spanked him over and over without mercy, growling, “Come for me, Mr. Poe... come for me, just like this!”
Jimmy screamed and sobbed, each strike setting his body aflame, rubbing his cock against Cold’s thigh. There, almost there! He cried softly, moaning when a particularly hard spank made his eyes water.
Flashes of light were going off like cameras on the red carpet, and Jimmy couldn’t stand it. All of those eyes he couldn’t see watching him get spanked into submission, watching him about to orgasm from being punished.
Jimmy bucked wildly, unable to resist any longer. He threw his head back, howling, “Yes, yes! I’m, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
The friction between his cock and Cold’s pants was too much, and he sobbed as he splattered a hot load all over them both. Cold gave him one last smack, making Jimmy whimper out loud as he trembled. He humped Cold’s leg, panting desperately as he chased down every last second of bliss.
“You like being punished, don’t you?” Cold soothed as he petted Jimmy’s stinging cheeks.
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy gasped. “It helps me learn. It helps me be a good boy for you.”
“Yes, it does,” Cold agreed, carefully reaching down between Jimmy’s legs to skillfully remove the cock ring.
Jimmy moaned in relief, completely limp in Cold’s lap. He felt those nimble fingers sweetly tousling his hair, and he smiled, asking, “And I was a good boy?”
“The best,” Cold said sincerely. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. And then I think my wardrobe needs some attention.”
Jimmy managed to stand up, his legs still shaking, grateful for Cold’s strong arms to help him back into bed. The plug still demanded attention every step he took, causing him to wince as Cold got him settled on the edge of the mattress.
He relaxed, sated and happy, smiling as Cold wiped him down and kissed him adoringly. He forgot about the audience around them, content to enjoy Cold’s loving touches.
“Mmm, now,” Cold said with a click of his tongue, “you seem to have made quite a mess, Mr. Poe.” He gestured to the drying cum stains on the front of his pants.
“What do you want me to do, sir?” Jimmy asked, ready for his next command.
From out of the bag, Cold produced a pair of blue silk pajamas. He laid them on the bed, ordering simply, “Remove my soiled clothes, Mr. Poe. Put these on instead. It’s time to take you to bed.”
Jimmy grinned and quickly stood up. He loved being able to handle Cold’s clothing, and he started to slowly unbutton his jacket.
Cold stood perfectly still, smiling and letting Jimmy move him however he wanted. His vest was next, and Jimmy released each button with reverence. He neatly folded all the clothes and laid them on the table, but he hesitated when he moved to take off Cold’s shirt.
“It’s all right,” Cold said, his jaw tightening ever so slightly.
Jimmy frowned, glancing over his shoulder at all the mirrors around them. He knew Cold didn’t like anyone seeing him, and he could tell that he was uncomfortable.
“I’ve got you, sir,” Jimmy promised, unbuttoning the shirt but not yet opening it up. He reached for the pajama top, groaning as the plug moved as he bent over. He shook it off, getting the pajama top unbuttoned and ready.
Carefully, he pulled Cold’s arm out of the dress shirt, immediately sliding it into the pajama top. He did everything he could to make sure Cold’s scarred skin stayed covered at all times as he swapped out his clothing.
The dress shirt fell away just as Jimmy pulled the pajama top all the way up, buttoning it with a pleased smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, the faintest hint of a blush coloring his cheeks from the precise attention. “The rest now, if you’d be so kind.”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy said obediently, dropping to his knees. He untied Cold’s shoes, setting them just under the edge of the table. The belt was next, and then he pulled Cold’s pants down and nuzzled against the thick bulge of his hard cock in his underwear.
He was patient, always taking the extra time to fold each and every garment before putting it aside. He paired the socks together and set them on top of the pile. He grinned as he removed Cold’s underwear, gazing hungrily at his cock.
He wanted to lick, to taste, but he hadn’t been given permission yet.
Jimmy grabbed the pajama pants, holding them out for Cold to step into and pulling them up his hips. He couldn’t resist another cuddle, rubbing his cheek against Cold’s cock, savoring the firmness and the sleek sensation of silk.
“Good boy,” Cold praised, running his fingers through Jimmy’s hair. “Now get into bed, Mr. Poe. I’m ready to fuck you.”
Jimmy scrambled up, watching Cold sit back against the pillows and pull his cock out. He was practically drooling. “How do you want me, sir?”
