It was hard to walk up a flight of stairs with an aching hard-on, but Tom managed. He was in such a great mood knowing Junior was off the streets and that justice was going to be served.
He did wonder if Junior would say anything about all the formaldehyde he’d forced Tom to sell, but Tom decided Junior had much bigger legal troubles to worry about.
Murder, for one.
He suddenly thought of Mr. Ross’s bare abdomen, and he was unable to erase the vivid images of his multiple stab wounds. Right on cue, he heard Mrs. Dresser’s screams, and he had to sit down on the sofa.
Shit.
No, not now. Not when everything was finally getting better. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took another and another, his mind washing away the traumatic memories with happier thoughts:
Cypress bringing him dinner at the funeral home, the first time he spanked him, the cute way he’d always sneak gravy or some sort of little treat into Mister Doodles’ food…
Knowing that he had to be a good boy tonight, so Cypress would let him come.
By the time Cypress came upstairs to join him, Tom was calmed down. His erection had taken a hit but seeing Cypress’s handsome smile was enough to make it twitch.
“Are you ready?” Cypress asked, offering his hand out.
“Yes,” Tom breathed eagerly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom corrected himself, loving how such a simple phrase could be so soothing. He didn’t have to worry now. Cypress was going to take care of him and tell him exactly what to do.
“Your safe word?” Cypress pulled Tom up and pressed a kiss to his wrist.
“Calvarium clamp.”
“Good boy. Now, go ahead and undress for me.”
Tom wiggled out of his clothes in seconds, and his cock was rock hard again. He stood patiently waiting for his next command, smiling up at Cypress. “Good, sir?”
“Perfect.” Cypress reached down and gave Tom’s cock an appreciative stroke before fondling and squeezing his balls. “Now, you’re going to get down on your hands and knees. I want you to come to me just like that.”
Heat flashed over Tom’s face. “Like… like a dog?”
“Exactly so,” Cypress confirmed. “You don’t deserve to walk upright. Not yet.” He started toward the bedroom, snapping his fingers. “Come on. Wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”
Dropping down on his knees, Tom felt ashamed. He was literally going to crawl on the floor like an animal. The twist of such humiliation made this even hotter, but he didn’t know why. The hardwood floors felt cool as he moved forward, making his way to the bedroom door.
“Good boy,” Cypress praised, waiting for him by the bed. He patted his leg, urging him over. “Just a little closer.”
Blushing furiously, Tom did as he was told. He stopped at Cypress’s feet and gazed up at him, asking, “Like this, sir?”
“Very good.” Cypress sat down on the edge of the mattress, urging Tom into his lap. “Come on, bring that pretty ass up here for me.”
Tom laid over Cypress’s thighs, his cock trapped between them as his legs dangled awkwardly. No one had ever spanked him like this, and he was so excited.
Cypress rubbed his ass, not giving any warning before he swung back and spanked him hard.
Tom grunted, breathing through the initial sting. Fuck, that hurt, but he already wanted more.
Cypress spanked him again, even harder this time, and Tom’s back arched in protest.
“Ah, fuck.” Tom gritted his teeth, trying to work through the pain as he grinded his hard dick into Cypress’s thigh. The next spank made his eyes water, and his whole cheek felt like it was on fire.
“Just a few more,” Cypress soothed, licking over his fingers and sliding them down between Tom’s legs. He rubbed over his little asshole, stroking all around it but not yet pressing in.
