Scott gasped, but there was no trace of fear in his expression. No mythical creature rushed to his lips.
Joe brought the flogger down on Scott’s other ankle and set about working his way up each of his legs with perfect symmetry. He kept the touch of the leather light, more a tease than anything else. It was barely a hint towards what Scott might receive from him in the future, but it was the most he could risk. Scott was obviously a novice, and Joe didn’t have that much timebefore he was due at work. If he was going to whip and run, he had to be careful.
Damn, but Scott really was gorgeous. His arse clenched each time the leather fell against his skin. It was so easy for Joe to imagine being buried inside him to the hilt. He could practically feel Scott’s muscles working around his shaft, trying to milk the orgasm from his cock.
A pale pink hue spread across Scott’s skin as Joe drove the scene forward. It almost looked as if Scott’s buttocks were embarrassed at being flogged. Or, perhaps, embarrassed at how much he liked it. A steady stream of gasps and groans filled the air between the gentle thwaps of leather against skin.
Moving up the bed, Joe aimed the flogger at Scott’s arms. Keeping the strokes extra-light in deference to the thinness of the muscles there, Joe deftly spread that pretty pale blush all the way to Scott’s wrists.
An especially loud moan of pleasure left Scott’s lips when Joe turned his attention to Scott’s back, and began to bring the flogger down just a little more heavily. No words. No stuttering. Scott arched off the mattress in a completely instinctive offering. He was begging for more, even if he wasn’t conscious of it.
Joe tilted his head to one side and studied Scott’s profile. There was no hint of worry there now. Scott was lost in pleasure and obviously loving every moment of it. Little by little, Joe coated Scott’s back with rhythmic kisses from the flogger.
The leather strands danced across Scott’s skin, keeping perfect time. The rhythm was addictive; so was the sight of Scott moving to meet each lash. Joe’s pulse fell in time with his strokes. Every heartbeat sent more blood rushing to his cock. His shaft ached behind his fly, desperate to be allowed in on all the fun.
Joe rubbed the heel of his hand against his crotch as he finally set the flogger aside. As he watched, Scott’s expression slowly morphed into one of complete and utter horror.
More than ready for what would come next, Joe folded his arms across his chest and waited. Several seconds passed before Scott blinked and opened his eyes.
“You—you s-stopped!” No accusation of murder could have been laced with more condemnation.
“Don’t I have that right?” Joe shot back.
Scott opened his mouth, only to hesitate and close it without saying anything.
“Don’t I have the right to do whatever I want with you?” Joe pushed.
With his lips pressed tightly together, as if he was struggling to hold back an argument, Scott nodded.
“Good,” Joe murmured. As he ran his eyes over Scott’s body, Joe absentmindedly toyed with his fly. He couldn’t remember the last time such a mild scene had him so close to coming in his jeans. He didn’t even realise he was massaging his cock through his clothing until he saw the way Scott was staring at his groin.
Joe stepped forward, not in the least inclined to stop playing with his cock. It felt too good to quit. It made far more sense to make the muted sensations stronger.
Scott’s eyes followed Joe’s every move as he undid his jeans and pushed the denim aside. There was no other fabric to get in the way, no need to get rid of boxers he hadn’t bothered to put on. From the look on his face, Scott couldn’t have been more surprised if he’d discovered his “date” was wearing a lacy pink thong, rather than simply going commando.
“How long have you been imagining how it will feel when I screw you?” Joe asked, keeping his tone of voice light and almost conversational.
Scott whimpered. No real words happened.
The guy had a stutter—Joe was fine with that. But not even trying to answer? “That’s not good enough.”
Scott looked up and met Joe’s eyes for a moment, before turning his attention back to Joe’s cock.
“I want a verbal answer.”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly. Joe barely held back a groan as he imagined how it would feel if Scott were deep throating him while he did that.
“For—forever,” Scott finally managed to stutter out. “I’ve been i-i-imagining it f-f-forever.”
Joe tightened his grip around his cock as pre-cum leaked from its tip and smeared along its length. “Have you ever done this before?” he asked.
Scott jerked his gaze up to Joe’s face. “I’m n-not a— I mean of c-c-course I’ve—”
Joe grinned. Scott was cute when he blushed. “So you’ve been screwed before, have you?” he translated helpfully. “You’re not a virgin?”
Scott gave up on words and simply shook his head. His fringe fell into his eyes.
“But have you ever subbed to another guy, ever been tied up?” Joe asked.
