Cypress used the heel of one hand to pin Tom’s cock against his stomach and confirmed his suspicion. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Repeat after me. I am worth loving.”
Tom inhaled slowly, licked his lips, and said firmly, “I am worth loving.”
Cypress immediately brought his other hand down, popping the underside of his fingers across the shaft of Tom’s hard cock.
Tom yelped, stunned by how unforgiving the sting was, and he moaned as the tender skin therethrobbed.
“Well?” Cypress raised his hand.
“I am worth loving,” Tom weakly replied, cringing as he prepared himself to be struck.
Cypress spanked Tom’s cock twice in rapid succession, keeping his heel firmly at the base.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Tom groaned, his back curling off the bed and bucking up against Cypress’s hand, desperate for any friction to counter the pounding in his cock. He clenched around the plug and moaned again. “Fuck.”
“I am worth loving,” Cypress repeated.
Tom closed his eyes, hot with tears, and tried to focus. Beyond his physical appearance and skills, he had so much to give. He was tired of one-sided affairs where he invested everything he had and barely got pocket change in return.
He deserved a relationship with someone where they would take care of each other and lift one another, challenge and encourage each other and build something to last a lifetime.
He deserved someone to love him back as much as he would love them, and all his previous partners’ inability to provide that was merely a reflection of their insufficient value.
Not Tom’s.
“Tom?” Cypress pushed again.
“Yes!” Tom cried passionately. “Iamworth it! I’ve always been worth it! Always!”
“Yes,” Cypress hissed triumphantly, surging forward to kiss him. “My good boy, yes. That was perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Tom kissed back fiercely, groaning loudly as Cypress removed the plug. He wasemptyand wet, but Cypress’s cock was right there, gliding inside silky smooth, and Tom sobbed in relief to be filled once more.
He needed movement, something, anything, and he begged, “Please fuck me! Cypress! Fuck me, God, please!”
Cypress took him fast, hard, a brutal pace that ended with Tom’s legs up on his shoulders and him screaming Cypress’s name until he came inside him and finished Tom off with a few quick pumps of his hand.
As they both drifted back down from the heights of bliss, they held each other close and traded breathless kisses.
“So,” Tom panted. “Cock spanking. That’s a thing.”
“Did you like it?” Cypress smiled happily.
“Very much.”
“Just wait ‘til I bust out my riding crop.”
“Oh, ha ha, very funny.” Tom rolled his eyes, but then he realized Cypress didn’t appear to be joking. “Wait, are you serious?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Oh,fuck.”
Cypress assured Tom they were a way off from riding crops and briefly left the room to get what he needed to clean up.
