“I’d never laugh at him for trying. He’s not trying in terms of his underwear selection. He’s just unaware.” I grabbed a few more and motioned with my head in the direction of the register. “You know me, Nick. I’m not bashful. I’m more than capable of expressing my desire to see Ryan on the visual display of his body. He has low self-esteem. Watching him stand in front of a full-length mirror in his underwear is heartbreaking. His eyes are on the mirror, but he’s not seeing anything. And really,” I looked Nick in the eye, “Would you look at yourself if there was excess material in the crotch andpouch?”
Nick shook his head but still laughed alittle.
“Well, I think you picked out a wonderful assortment for him. Hopefully, he will wear them for yoursake.”
“He’ll wear them. He’ll get his ass and cock in these, and he’ll feelwonderful.”
“And you’ll behappy.”
“Seeing Ryan in well-fitted, black boxer brief trunks is enough for me to take myself in hand. Call me a perv, but I have a healthy thirty-five-year-old buck walking around my place.” I slid my card when the total came up. “You bet your ass I want to see every curve of his ass and every inch of thatbulge.”
* * *
Ryan’sback glowed with a red letter “X.” I rubbed on his lower back as I admired the way the color had dispersed over his flesh. Ryan had been doing well with exploring different impact tools and the different marks theymade.
“Good boy, Ryan,” I praised and set the flogger down next to his knee on the spankingbench.
“Does it look good?” Ryanpried.
It. He referred to his body many times as if he were an object. But, considering where he came from, that didn’t surprise me. We’d continue to work on that. Now would be a perfecttime.
“Youlook good.You, Ryan. Not it.” I gave his ass a firm, but playful swat with my bare hand. I watched his mouth turn upward into a smile when I smacked his ass. “Your back is a part of you. It’s not separate from your lovelybody.”
I firmly gripped his ass cheek that I had just slapped and watched his body lunge forward on the spanking bench. I rubbed over the spot where his skin probably still stung.There’s another smile.He was smiling, just flogged, and accepted a kiss with a relaxed jaw. He was in a blissful state, which wasperfect.
Time topush.
I purposely hadn’t restrained him to the bench for this session because I anticipated a knee jerk reaction. I reached for the small tube of lubricant that sat on the small table near the spanking bench. I put about a dime-sized dollop on my index finger and stood to the side of the bench, right across Ryan’s mid-section. With my dry hand, I began to rub on his upper back. I put one knee on the ledge of the bench between Ryan’s forearm and his knee, and I leaned my side against his body. It was imperative that I see and feel hisreaction.
“Ryan,”
“Hmm?” he mumbled happily. “I mean, yes,Russell?”
“Trust me,” I said calmly as I pulled one of his ass cheeks to the side and pressed my lubricated finger against hishole.
His body tensed, but he hadn’t fled. I continued to rub on his upper back and kept my eyes on his face. Ryan was on full alert now. His eyes were open and moving around quickly. His shoulders had tensed under my hands, and his body had jerked. His hands curled around the frame of the spanking bench. I had kept my fingerstill.
“Relax, Ryan. I’m not going to do anything else. Just relax,” Isoothed.
I repeated that phrase another two times before I felt his upper back ease up against my hand. He remained still, but now I could see that he was coming around for me. His eyes were no longer moving around rapidly, searching for a safeplace.
Motion in Ryan’s throat drew my attention to it, and before I could say something, he spokeup.
“I trust you,” hestammered.
Pride swelled in mychest.
“Good boy, Ryan.” I lowered my head and kissed the red “X” on his back. “I wanted you to see that not everything is painful.” He nodded slightly. “Just breathe andfeel.”
I gave him a few moments to process that, and then I was careful with my wording. To ask him how this felt, or how did he feel, wasn’t fair to him. This was a lot for him. I worded an easy question for him that I knew he would reflecton.
“Does it hurt,Ryan?”
Simple. Yes, it did, or no, it didn’t. That question would get his mind moving, but it wasn’t too much for him to process at thatmoment.
“No,” hemurmured.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
