“Good boy,Ryan.”
“Get on your spanking bench,Ryan.”
I liked how he phrased that it wasmyspanking bench. I got into position. He wrapped the leather restraints around each of my wrists and then took a handful of my hair in his hand, and tilted my head backward so I would look up athim.
“Tune everything and everyone out. Focus on me,Ryan.”
“Yes, Sir.” Shit, would he think I was mocking something by calling him that? I wasn’t. Sir felt right to say as a sign of respect. And I did respect him. More than anyone. “I will focus onyou.”
His eyes were dark, and it could have been the lighting in the room, but I swear they looked like his pupils had dilated and turned his eyes into large, dark orbs. He wore a slight smile on his face that even I could tell he had difficulties hiding. His fist that held my hair relaxed and flattened against the back of myhead.
“Good boy,” he whispered one more time before he gave the back of my head a pat. “Relax,Ryan.”
His hand was gone, and I shifted my head slightly so that I could see him. Russell took his shirt off and set it on the bench next to my hands. The fabric from his black shirt covered one of my hands. My pulse raced while I tried to listen and hear what tool he was getting to spank me with. Suddenly, he appeared by my head and stroked my hair until he tugged lightly onit.
“I know we’ve tried before, and I know you’ve been hungry for another chance. How do you feel about taking the strap tonight for me?” heinquired.
I shifted my eyes to look around the room as best that I could without moving myhead.
“Eyes on me, Ryan. Focus.” He loosened his grip on my hair and started stroking my head again. “They don’t answer for you. Only you answer foryou.”
“I can take it; the strap,” I reassuredhim.
“Good boy, Ryan. You make meproud.”
I made him proud. It was with that calming feeling did I settle my head back down on my spanking bench. I knew that if there was anyone who could replace my shitty memories of my parents using a belt on me, it was Russell. We had tried the strap another time recently, and I sort of had shut myself off during it. There were so many people around, so I needed to be extraalert.
I heard Russell remind me to focus again before I felt his hand rub my ass. Damn. Being restrained and naked in a room full of his friends while having my ass rubbed on was causing me to get really fucking hard. My mind didn’t have the time to run very far before I felt his strap swat my ass. The stinging sensation quickly ebbed because he rubbed his hand over the place that the strap had justhit.
Four more swats of the strap came down across my ass before I felt his hand rubbing the sore spots. The rubbing motion fanned the fire that had broken out on myskin.
“Good boy, Ryan,” Russell said loud enough for me tohear.
Thankfully, I had been paying attention and not off in my own world. His praises were welcome additions to these sessions and games. They often kept me in the moment instead of letting me fall back to old times. I think Russell knew that they helped metoo.
After I had taken six or seven additional lashings, the strap settled and Russell set it down beside my hand and his shirt. His hands had covered each of my tightly clenched restrained fists. His bare chest pressed against my back, and the material of his pants was rough over the hot skin of my ass. Even with my ass burning, I was still aware of the unmistakable feeling of his hard-on.
He uncovered one of my hands and took a handful of my hair and tugged my head back. Russell’s mouth was right beside my ear, and I could feel his raggedbreath.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Ryan? Do you feel how hard you make me?” I tried to nod and agree with him. His whispered words were a turn on to me, but what he said next grabbed my heart. “You mean more to me than a play partner or apprentice. Your demons are not too big for me, and they don’t intimidate me. They don’t own you anymore; you aremine.”
His mouth brushed my ear before he pushed himself off of me. Instantly, I felt the loss of his body heat and longed to have it back. Damn. I tucked my chin into my shoulder and arm while I tried to watch him behind me. Fuck! He had unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardcock.
His eyes were on mine while he fist-pumped himself. Briefly, his eyes closed, and when he opened them, he stared right at me. He stepped closer and while he looked at me, he grunted as he shot his load over my back and buttcheeks.
Did that just happen?My throat was bone dry, and I swallowed quickly when he removed my wrists from therestraints.
“Stand up, Ryan. Let me seeyou.”
I pushed myself off the spanking bench and slowly stood while I concentrated on the feeling of his cum on my ass and back. Places where his cum landed, had begun to cool and dry. My ass was still sore, and my heart pounded. Faintly, I was aware of all the people still in his playroom. Had they seen him come on me? Leonard stood against a wall and hadwatched.
Heat rushed to my cheeks as I realized how hard I was. I quickly looked down to see if it was just a sensation or if it really was painfully erect. Yep, painfully erect. I looked away, but not atRussell.
“Ryan,” Russell whispered my name with force, which caused me to look up at him. “No shame, boy. Hold your head up with pride. Now let me look at you.” I stayed still and looked at him while he looked me over. “Nice and hard, aren’t you,Ryan?”
“Yes,Sir.”
“Good,Ryan.”
