I guided him to turn around and stand between my legs by tugging on his cock. My focus was only on him, and any reference to the crowd was purely for Brandon’s benefit. I slapped his butt a few times while I looked up in his eyes. His bright blue eyes were shadowed by dark dilated pupils. He was loving this.
“In fact, since you’re my dirty cock sucking pup, why don’t you show them how much you enjoy wrapping your filthy mouth around my cock?”
The corners of Brandon’s mouth turned upward while his cock bobbed in front of me. With both hands on his shoulders, I urged him down to the ground. I leaned back in the chair and freed my cock from my pants. Grabbing a handful of Brandon’s hair, I pulled him closer to my groin.
“Go on, pup. Let everyone see what a cocksucker you are.”
Brandon took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times before he spit on it. His mouth slid up and down my shaft while I kept my fingers laced through his hair. As Brandon worked on my cock, I saw him reach for his. I was sure he was aching and just about to go insane, but this was perfect. I tugged his head off of me and reached down to slap his hand away from his hard-on.
“Did I say that you could touch your dirty cock?”
“No, sir.”
“Stand up, pup.” As Brandon stood, I grabbed his hips again and turned him to face the crowd. “Show everyone how hard you get when you suck my cock.” I pressed the tip of my finger under the crown of his head; it drove him wild. He moaned as he tried to push himself into my hand. “Isn’t this why you’re being punished? Hmm? Because you can’t keep your dirty hands off your cock?”
“Yes, sir,” he played along.
“Get across my lap, boy.”
Brandon quickly stepped around my legs and laid across my lap. I positioned him so that his cock was trapped between my legs. As uncomfortable as it was for me to close my legs, it was worth it because it would cause Brandon to be uncomfortable.
“You’re going to count each swat, got it?” I instructed.
“Yes, sir,” Brandon murmured.
I gripped the handle of my wooden paddle and began swatting him. As he counted, he tried to press and roll his hips against my legs. I stopped paddling him, leaned the paddle against the side of the chair, and grabbed one of his red and raw ass cheeks. I pulled his head up by his hair.
“Did I say that you could try to get off while I spank you?”
“No, sir,” he replied.
“You’re constantly horny. Perhaps a plug will curb your aching cock for a little while.”
I glanced at the table and opted for the black glass plug with the raised nodules on the head as well as on the thin neck. There was lube on the table, but it wouldn’t be necessary. I’d use a little of my saliva. Besides, Brandon liked the burn and preferred no lube. I smacked his ass once more before pulling his cheek to the side. I aimed my spit perfectly to hit his puckered hole and rubbed it around the entrance. Without pausing to let him acclimate, I slowly pushed the plug inside.
Brandon’s hands gripped my pant leg as he hissed. His whimpers due to the discomfort were music to my ears. I splayed my hand on his upper back to help relax him.
“Dirty pups get uncomfortable plugs,” I boasted and then resumed the paddling.
The paddling continued until I felt like he’d had enough. His ass was bright red and raw, and really, I needed to be inside him. I took hold of his upper arms and helped him stand. He looked a little lightheaded and dazed, but I felt he was alright to continue. When I was sure that he had his balance, I let go of him and stood.
“Turn around and let everyone see your bright red ass, pup.”
Brandon turned, and I rubbed my hand down his irritated ass. I guided Brandon to the small shower in the corner with my hand curled around his neck. I toed off my shoes and pulled Brandon under the showerhead, keeping his body between me and the wall.
“I want you to stay in the same spot but reach forward and put your hands on the wall, pup.”
Without hesitation, Brandon leaned forward and put his hands on the wall. I wrapped an arm around his waist in case he panicked when the water hit him. Gently, I wrapped my hands around his wrist so I could feel his pulse. I turned the water on, and the moment the cold water hit his upper back, I saw his fingers lift. His palms stayed still, and when I said his name, his fingers relaxed and pressed against the wall again.
I removed the plug and while I kept a hand on his hip, I pushed my pants down just enough to give my cock room to move. Brandon was quiet as the water pelted down on his back, but I didn’t think that I had lost him mentally. Without a word, I pulled his raw ass cheek to the side and pushed my cock deep inside him.
Brandon moaned and grunted as I fucked him. It felt so good to be buried inside him in Oxygen. I felt that I might come at any moment, and I pressed my hand against his chest.
“Brandon, let go of the wall and lean back against me.”
“Sadist,” he smarted at my instruction, causing me to smile.
“You’re my little masochist, pup.” I lowered my head into the spray of the water and kissed his back.
