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Russell
“Leanyour back against the wall, Ryan,” I instructed as I sat atop the spanking bench frame. In order for Ryan to feel safe to let go the rest of the way, I needed to permit him somespace.
Ryan had underestimated the power and reach of a bare-handed spanking. His reaction had not surprised me, but it pained me to watch him unravel. He had wanted to slow the session and scrambled off the spanking bench while he searched for the word that would pause it. But as he stood there protectively holding his underwear up and his hand nursing the deep ache in his stomach, I knew the session needed tocease.
I knew the words that he needed to hear would be a shock to him, but sometimes the truth could be painful. Especially since he had protected his father by attempting to justify the actions done to him. My responsibility was to keep him safe and offer some comfort. He had backed himself up and was against the wall. This was good because he wouldn’t potentially trip or back into some furniture if he started to absentmindedlypace.
Now that he had been physically contained to a small area and was safe, he needed comfort. Ryan Hudson wouldn’t easily accept comfort…at least, not yet. As I had hoped, my hand on his stomach settled him down quickly. Also, as expected, anytime his soul started to spill out and lay out on display, he tried to gather it up quickly. He shamefully wiped his eyes in haste and clamped his mouth shut, after theapologies.
Despite knowing that he was in emotional agony, I was pleased with how his body physically reacted to my hand on his stomach. I felt his body relax, and the shakes began tosubside.
Emotionally drained, Ryan stood awkwardly with his erect cock bobbing and screaming for attention. He needed to come, but it would be too much of me to expect him to carry this out on his own as anything other than him doing a mindless jack off. Ryan had accepted my direction and had leaned against the wall, waiting for me to give him his next move. His eyes showed me trust and a plea to help him get hisrelease.
Seeing Ryan full of need with his cock in his hand as he leaned against my playroom wall, had challenged my own self-restraint. I remained seated on the spanking bench, and if I felt Ryan could have handled me right next to him, that’s where I would havebeen.
“Spit on your hand, Ryan, then strokeslowly.”
He pulled his lingering hand away from his balls, spit on it, and then wrapped his hand around his veiny shaft. Ryan moved his hand slowly up and down his shaft while his eyes remained on mine.Praisehim.
“Good boy,Ryan.”
Ryan’s shoulders raised slightly, as did his head. The compressed smile showed through as his chest puffedout.
“Rub on your chest,Ryan.”
Ryan gave me immense satisfaction when I saw him slowly rub his chest. I hadn’t told him to go slow, he had done it on his own. He had learned that by stimulating other places on his body, it could enhance his orgasm. He would learn to connect with his body. Haste would be something for us to work on, but he at least was touching himself in other placesnow.
“Good, Ryan. You lookexquisite.”
Exquisite only adequately described what Ryan looked like at this moment. This beautifully scarred man leaned against the wall of my playroom aching with need after pieces of his soul laid bare for me. His underwear snugly sat against his mid-thigh while his hand gripped a heavy erection. As I watched his hand glide up and down that shaft, what came to my mind was that my bare hand gave him that erection. And the sight of him now was giving me my own hard-on.
Patience, I reminded myself. All would come in good time and when he’sready.
“Come when you’re ready,Ryan.”
Mere seconds passed before his shoulders pressed against the wall and his back arched, pushing his groin forward. With closed eyes, Ryan turned his head and his lips sealed tight like a vault. A groan erupted from deep within, but it faded in his throat and mouth. He decorated his abdomen with white strands ofcum.
You are a caged, torturedsoul.
His abdomen flexed, revealing several subtle horizontal lines that all led to a deeper, vertical valley in the center. Muscles in his thighs demanded my attention as I watched him spurt in no particular direction. I briefly wondered if Ryan’s body had ever been properly loved or cared for. My guess was not, simply because he could not stay still long enough for any of his past lovers to savor him. When he had finished, he surprised me with a move that made my groinache.
Ryan’s body visibly relaxed against the wall, and he turned his head to make eye contact with me. My shy, modest Ryan hesitated for a moment and then his hand began to move ever so slowly along his softening shaft. I think my own heart skipped abeat.
“Good, Ryan,” I praised. “Nurse yourself down. Be good toyourself.”
Ryan’s mouth turned into a thin smile as he stroked himself. The smile faded when he looked down and quickly looked away. The sight of either his cum or the guilty feelings still haunted him. I still felt this was monumental progress. On other occasions that I had watched Ryan masturbate, he would quickly let go of his cock after his orgasm and wanted nothing to do withit.
With his hands now resting at his side, he glanced at me with another plea in his eyes; to be clean. Even though I knew his need was growing urgent with each passing second, I had to keep myself still and drink the sight of himin.
From head to toe, I memorized how incredible he looked. His brown hair with damp tips, a chest and abdomen glistening with a mixture of sweat and cum. His navy boxer briefs still clung to a height on his thighs that put all sorts of debased thoughts in my head. His semi-hard cock lay just to the right on top of his sack; the head still oozing ever so slightly. To top it all off, an aching soul sat on display, and a tear-streaked face reflected nothing but bravery andtrust.
Help him. Talk to him. Ease him back before the guilt and his parents get into hishead.
“Good, Ryan.” I stood and slowly walked toward him. “I’m so proud of you.”There’s my smile.“Let’s get you cleaned up, and we’ll take some food to thepatio.”
He quickly nodded and pulled up his underwear. As we walked to the guest bathroom, I decided that I needed to tell him to start bringing a second pair of underwear to our sessions so that he would feel completely clean when he left. While I prepped a warm, sudsy washcloth in the sink, I made easy conversation with him as he stood in the doorway. The idea was to keep him talking and mentally there with me, rather than in his father’s den bent over adesk.
