What he said next, surprisedme.
“Can we do itagain?”
“Absolutely. Let’s schedule it for one week fromtoday.”
“Okay, that works for me. I will take a day off fromwork.”
“I’d rather you not have to take time off from work. Would you be up for doing it in the evening afterwork?”
“I don’t mind taking a day off for it. I took todayoff.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him over it. If he wanted to take a day off for me to beat him, then I would go along withit.
“Tonight, I’m going to email you a few questions that I’d like for you to respond to. I will make sure you have the email by 6:00p.m.”
“Okay, I’ll keep my eye out for them and willreply.”
Soeager.
I felt that Ryan was doing better and on solid feet, but there was one last thing I needed to talk to him about before he leaves; the possibility of drop without alarminghim.
“There’s a chance that later on today, or tonight, or maybe even tomorrow, that you’ll feel ‘off.’ If that happens, please try to relax and callme.”
“Okay. I’ll call you if I feelweird.”
“Ryan, not weird. I didn’t say weird. I said ‘off.’”
The last thing I wanted was for him to be worried about being weird if he dropped and felt off. Then he wouldn’t callme.
He nodded and smiled atme.
“I got it, not to worry. I will call if I feel ‘off.’”
After Ryan left, I changed into my workout clothes and worked out in my gym for a while. I replayed the session in my head and thought more about his reactions to everything. Thoughts of today’s session carried over from my workout to my soak afterward in the spaoutside.
I could picture every response he sent to all of the questions I’d emailed him. Originally, I had viewed those responses with the thought that I was mentoring a man who wanted to be a Service Top.Ryan wanted to be something to someone; to please them and meet others’ needs.As I sat in the spa, I visualized all of those responses again, but this time I viewed them knowing in my heart that he was as genuinely submissive as theycame.
All of his responses settled differently with me now as I traced his reactions and mannerisms from today back to some of his answers. He had been very careful to execute my instructions perfectly. He treated his belongings as though they, and himself, were inferior. He felt ashamed for how his body reacted to things. No one ever sat down and explained his body to him as a boy. Of course, his parents were hideous people who tortured him, so it’s no surprise they hadn’t helped him with anything. Ryan truly had to figure things out on hisown.
I hardened as I thought about his body. I couldn’t help but take myself in my hand and slowly stroked my cock inside my swim trunks. His body had been a feast for the eyes, yet he hid so much of it with baggy clothes. Hard lines and soft curves on a female, or male form, was like a visual drug for me. Ryan most definitely had firm lines that ran up and down his legs and forearms. Sculpted, athletic biceps. Ryan’s chest was the kind that made any rope enthusiast excited. His chest muscles were prominent; rope would look delightful tucked under them. Or my personal favorite, chains. I permitted my mind to wander for a few moments to visualize what he’d look like with a length of chain wrapped around his chest and nestled under hispecs.
I pushed myself up out of the warm spa water and took my swim trunks off. My cock bobbed with an aching need. I pulled my towel over and sat on the edge of the decking with my feet still in the water. I made long, slow strokes as I thought about more details to hisbody.
He had abdominal definition that was easy on the eyes. As I thought about his body details, I remembered how he nervously would rub his stomach and neck. The back is where most of my focus had been. When I was at the distance to flog him, I hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. But it was when I stepped closer to check on him and rub on the warm skin that I noticed some scarring predominantly on his back. No doubt from whatever abuse he had sustained. It left an unsettled feeling in my own stomach. I felt myself soften as the images of the marks on and near his spine came rushingin.
His muscles weren’t the kind he had developed over hours spent pumping iron; his were amassed naturally on the ball field. I was certain he had spent a considerable amount of time in the gym for training, but he wasn’t over bulked. The view of him restrained on the spanking bench with all of his hard work and dedication on display, was nothing short ofexquisite.
There was something he wasn’t comfortable about with regards to the bottom. I was wracking my brain trying to figure the source. Though I felt confident that I knew a lot about Ryan, I had also an equal amount of confidence that there was still a lot tolearn.
I was certain his needs would be best met as a submissive, opposed to a bottom. But a bottom would definitely be better than a Service Top. Mental visuals flashed in my mind of him kneeling. My cock quickly firmed at the idea of him on his knees as he waited for instructions. He needed instructions. Not because he needed to follow rules for the sake of discipline, but because he took pride in completing something. He wanted—no, he needed the opportunity to earnpraise.
I stroked myself with purpose as I pictured him standing at the foot of the spanking bench with a red ass and a raging hard-on that ached to be satisfied. With my free hand, I cupped my balls and squeezed them slightly. Just enough to send me over theedge.
“Fuck,” I exhaled with force as I pictured Ryan with that hard-on. Warm messy lines of cum slowly moved down my chest andstomach.
He showed so much inner strength, despite me ripping open old wounds today. I felt his body come alive under my hands, which pleased me immensely. That was attributed by his trust in me. But I could feel the depth of his tortured, hungry soul. He had been caged and I wanted desperately to free him and care forhim.
