“Good, Ryan. Give your nipples someattention.”
I showed him that I had heard his direction by capturing one of my nipples between my thumb and index finger. I twisted it and tweaked it, then pinched it until I felt it trail down. Russell’s low laughter caused me to look at him. He smiled when my eyes foundhis.
“Felt that one, didn’t you,Ryan?”
“Yes. It’s funny that just the right amount of pain or discomfort can feel so fuckinggood.”
“Precisely, myboy.”
I repeated the motions on my other nipple and got the same physical jolt when I applied just enoughpressure.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
I undid my belt and stepped out of my pants but stayed in my underwear and socks. I carried my shirt and pants to the closet and hung everything up. My hand lingered for a second on a wooden hanger that wasn’t beingused.
Desperate for Russell to get the terrible memory of being beaten with the hanger, I pulled it off the bar and turned it over in my hands. This was a heavy-duty wooden hanger. I wondered if he’d do it, or if he’d decline. I walked out of the closet with the hanger in my hand. I couldn’t look at him but kept my head up and facingforward.
“Ryan.”
I held the hanger out toward him. When he took it from my hand, I glanced at him. I realized I had stepped out of our expected plan. I was still in my boxers and socks. My task was always to come into his room and undress for sessions. I thought that if I had a chance for him to do what I had hoped he would, I better finish undressing. I quickly pulled off my underwear and socks and set them on top of hisdresser.
“Ryan, tell me what youneed.”
I frowned and looked at the floor. I couldn’t ask for this. He’d think there was something really fucked up about me. He’s supposed to know what I needed, or maybe he did but was going to make me ask forit.
“Ryan.”
“I want you to replace something,” I quicklyblurted.
I hoped he knew what I meant now. He set the hanger down on the nightstand and sat down on thebed.
“Put your underwear backon.”
My stomach dropped. Fuck, I just wrecked it. Unable to hide my embarrassment, I nodded my head and hurried to the dresser and put my boxers back on. The hanger shit was too far, toofast.
“Come here,Ryan.”
His voice was firm. I walked over to him, and he told me to lay across his lap. When I did, he yanked my underwear down almost to my knees, and his firm hand slapped my ass. In quick succession, he spanked my ass until I begansquirming.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Ryan? You wanted me to replace humiliating memories that hauntyou.”
He grabbed the wooden hanger and pulled off the straight bar that pants hang on. He tossed the rest of the broken hanger on the floor and began swatting my ass and the backs of my legs with the straightrod.
“This was what you hoped for, right? You’d just lay here and take it. You’d force yourself to take all that you could until you were right back in the possession of some of the sickest individuals I’ve ever heard about. You’d listen to their laughs and cruel words, thinking that it would make you stronger, or to steel you.” Russell threw the hanger rod on the floor next to the other pieces. “I’m not going to do this, Ryan. You’ve not recovered from that nightmare, and this will causedamage.”
I slid off his lap and landed on my knees, boxers still around mid-thigh. Russell crouched down on the floor in front of me and put his hands on either side of my head. I risked a glance to see if he looked angry, and I was surprised not to see anger written all over his face. There was something there, though I couldn’t place it. A faint smile appeared on his face when I looked athim.
“Good boy, Ryan,” he whispered. I knew he was referring to me looking at him. When I smiled back, the corners of his eyesrelaxed.
“I don’t want those vicious people in your head telling you how bad you are. You’re mine now, Ryan. They lost any right to you. You’remyboy. You are good and deserving of pleasure.” I felt a lump in my throat. “We’ll work on replacing bad memories, but not today. You need some love and care. I’ll get you back on track.Understand?”
I quickly nodded. “Yes, I understand.” He wouldn’t let me lookaway.
“Trust me,Ryan?”
“Yes, I trustyou.”
“Goodboy.”
