“Yeah, I answered,” I panted.
“So you walked right into her hands again and let her hurt you.”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
I found myself tumbling toward the weird sensation that I would sometimes get when he spanked me. I dropped my head again to look at my dick. A clear string of pre-cum dripped from my dick, and my hand was drawn to my shaft. I quickly gave it a few strokes, noticing how sensitive it was to the touch.
“Hands off that cock, Brandon.”
“Sorry,” I apologized and quickly returned my palm to the floor.
The paddle only made me harder, and I felt like I could come at any moment.
“Repeat after me, Brandon. My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best.”
“My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best,” I repeated as the paddling continued.
“Again, Brandon.”
“My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best.”
“Good, again,” Eli instructed.
“My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best.”
He had me recite it over and over as he paddled my ass. Even when the paddling stopped, Eli had me continue to say it over and over. I remained on my hands and knees while he stood on the outside of my legs. He bent over, reached around my waist, and took hold of my aching dick.
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunted as he stroked me.
“Keep repeating what I asked you.”
“My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best.”
“I care about you, Brandon, don’t I?”
“Yessssss,” I hissed as he cupped my balls firmly while he continued to jack me off. I was powerless to deny myself this pleasure. With his encouragement, I moved my hips downward, forcing my dick to be stroked by his firm hand. Without much warning, I shot my load into his hand and on the floor.
“Who cares about you?”
“You do, Eli,” I panted as I sat back on my heels.
“Tell me about your mom, though,” he prompted.
“My mom hates me and only wants to hurt me. Eli cares about me and knows what’s best,” I confirmed.
“That’s right, Brandon. You must be strong enough to not give into her anymore. You’re an adult now. She doesn’t get to damage you anymore. I know what’s best for you, right?”
“Yes, Eli.”
“While we’re on this subject, I think maybe it’s time you take control of your own life, Brandon.”
“Yeah, I agree with you,” I said and then looked in his eyes, waiting for him to explain further. “What, um, what do you mean exactly?”
“Cutting ties with your mother, Brandon. She upsets you each time you talk to her or even if you get a text from her. I care about you, Brandon, and I don’t like to see her upset you.”
“Okay. I will admit, it’ll be nice not to get stressed out with seeing her name anymore,” I agreed with him.
“I mean it, Brandon. Sever the ties.”
