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Ryan
My head was elsewhereas I helped Russell clean and oil the pulley system on the steel frame in his playroom. It’d been a few days since he told me that I was something to him, but now I was moreconfused.
I had been avoiding getting online to chat with April and Kim for a few days because I hadn’t been ready to talk to them at all about my day at Russell’s. I told them last night,finally.
He had touched me everywhere.Every-the-fuck-where. In the days since, I swear I could still feel his hands on me, and his chest pressed against my back. I had never, ever been touched like that. His voice pulled me away from my distractedmind.
“Ryan, if you don’t pay attention, you’re going to miss a section of the cable you’recleaning.”
“Okay, sorry,” I quickly apologized and focused on sliding the microfiber rag over the cableagain.
I had been distracted since that day. It had built up from my brother’s texts and that day with Russell. I had expected one of those cathartic beating sessions, but instead, I was pulled into a “come to Jesus” talk that had me on my knees with my heart and soul on display. I was still processing it and trying to figure out what it meant exactly. It wasn’t until the next day that I received the beating session that I had beencraving.
Ever since the day I received the video texts from Chad, I had spent time with Russell. The time had been spent either talking or doing things like cleaning and maintaining the stuff in his playroom. He had an upcoming party that weekend and I had been invited. While I had been looking forward to seeing all of the exciting sessions, I had a lot of things on mymind.
Would things be different at this party? Would I be expected to play? Would it be another session with Russell and another playpartner?
My hand continued to slowly move over the cable as my stomach clenched…was I just another play partner? Would he pair me up with someone? Would he want to play with someone else? The idea of watching Russell top someone excited me, but also made me feelawkward.
Russell set the polishing rag down on the table and leaned against it. I could feel his eyes on me and I knew questions were coming. It’s impossible to hide much fromhim.
“Talk to me,Ryan.”
I frowned, not really knowing how to say what was on my mind, or even really knowing what was on mymind.
“Your party is this weekend,” I started. “Um, I don’t know if I’m ready to play at it.” I reached for my neck and mindlessly rubbed onit.
“Relax. You don’t have to play at it, Ryan. I know you like watching. You are never under any obligation to participate in anything at any gathering. Do youunderstand?”
“Yes,” Inodded.
“Good. Now, what else is on yourmind?”
I looked up at him and then quickly back down to the cable in front of me. I rolled my shoulders to test for any soreness. I wanted another session. Ineededanothersession.
“Will you beat me? I feel like I need it,” Iadmitted.
“Ryan, take your shirtoff.”
I quickly shed my shirt and started to pull at the buckle on my pants as I walked toward the spanking bench. Russell’s hand gripped my bicep, stopping me in my tracks. He took hold of my shoulders and guided me to turn away from him. With one hand on my left shoulder, he ran the pads of his fingers over the places that he made contact with the other day. There were still a few tender spots, but nothing that I couldn’thandle.
“Ryan, you’re still tender andbruised.”
My frown returned as I realized he wasn’t going to give me a session. His hand trailed across my upper back until he gave my shoulder blade a gentle pat. I didn’t need him to be gentle. I needed him to beat onme.
“I can handleit.”
“I don’t doubt that, Ryan.” He turned me around to face him. “But I’m not going to pile on marks andbruises.”
I nodded and went back to the table to get my shirt. I felt so tense, and now I had to wait for these fucking bruises to fade before he’d do it again. As I put my shirt on, I remembered the alternative he had offered me previously. He said he could spankme.
Could I dothat?
He said it could have the same effect. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep another night without some kind of relief. I turned to facehim.
“What about the other thing?” Iasked.
