Joe rode fast, still unwilling to make any sort of allowance for Scott’s lack of experience. Scott chuckled within the privacy of his helmet, lightheaded with a sudden rush of endorphins.
God, he’d been an idiot when he wrote that last note. He’d been stupid to think Joe might go easy on him during the spanking just because he was a novice submissive. Joe never did anything by halves.
It was always all or nothing with Joe, and Scott wanted it all.
As they turned a hair-pin corner, Scott clung even more tightly to Joe. Eyes closed, he made no attempt to track their progress across the city. It was only when Joe killed the engine that Scott realised they’d reached their destination.
Stumbling off the bike on shaky knees, Scott did whatever Joe nudged him to do. Helmet and jacket off, he soon found himself following Joe into the block of flats. Then, before he knew it, Scott was standing just inside Joe’s front door, looking around as if he’d never visited anyone’s place before.
Clearing his throat, Scott squared his shoulders and did his best to make himself look like less of a nervous idiot than he actually was. Perhaps it would have been worth the effort if Joe had bothered to look in his direction.
“The living room’s through there.” With his back still toward Scott, Joe waved a hand to an unassuming door halfway down a short hallway.
Scott cautiously made his way toward it while Joe took off his coat. The hall was bland, white, and empty apart from a row of hooks that held nothing but leather garments. There was no other hint of Joe’s personality. It gave Scott no idea what to expect as he peeked into Joe’s living room for the first time.
When he finally found the light switch, a bare bulb flickered to life from a central ceiling rose and illuminated…well, not a lot. Scott walked into the centre of the empty room.
“I come home to sleep or screw, not to play interior decorator. Although I do have a cum-stained cushion around here somewhere, and a tie-back.”
Scott glanced over his shoulder. Joe stood in the living room doorway, leaning against the plain wooden frame. Turning back to face the blank space, Scott ran his eyes over the stripped floorboards. Two tall windows occupied the furthest wall; there weren’t any curtains. Scott paced across to the right-hand window, his footsteps echoing loudly around his featureless surroundings.
The view outside was as drab as the interior. The brick wall of the adjacent block of flats didn’t even have any graffiti on it. No one could see in, but it was impossible not to feel very exposed. Scott stepped away from the window, instinctively crossing his arms in front of him.
“I want you naked by the time I get back.”
Joe was gone before Scott had turned around.
Scott glanced nervously at the uncovered window, but he was already reaching for the edge of his T-shirt. Joe wanted him naked. If some Spiderman impersonator climbed up the opposite building and peeked through the window, they’d just have to deal with the sight of a grown man getting his bare arse spanked.
Scott could hear Joe moving around somewhere else in the flat. Not sure how long he had before Joe would be back, Scott scrambled out of his clothes and tossed them all toward one corner of the room. It wasn’t until he was down to nothing but his watch that he paused and took a deep breath.
A moment’s thought and he removed his watch, too. Naked meant naked. Orders weren’t meant to be messed with.Scott pushed his hands through his hair. He was officially as ready for this as he’d ever be. A sudden click made him spin around, his hard-on pointing straight out in front of him.
Joe stepped calmly away from the now closed living room door. Walking into the middle of the room, he placed a battered kitchen chair beneath the room’s central bulb. He was completely naked.
Scott couldn’t have been more shocked if Joe had walked into the room wearing a fancy dress costume. He hadn’t specifically requested nudity in his letter, and he hadn’t expected to get any. The unanticipated treat scattered his thoughts.
Scott couldn’t help but run his eyes slowly over Joe’s body and take in every gorgeous detail. As he studied the inverted triangle of dark hair on Joe’s chest, and traced his way down toward Joe’s pubes, Scott stroked the freshly shaved and hairless skin alongside his own cock.
He hadn’t thought about body hair for years before he met Joe. Now that he was over the initial shock of Joe choosing to get naked, he found it impossible to convince himself to think about anything else.
* * * * *
For a second, Joe thought that Scott was taking a truly unacceptable level of initiative by daring to play with his cock when they were together without asking for his permission. But, when he focused in a little more closely and realised what Scott was actually doing, Joe smiled. “How does it feel?”
Scott blinked. He stopped staring at Joe’s body like a hungry hyena, looked up, and met his gaze. “F-feel?”
“Being shaved,” Joe specified, sitting down on the kitchen chair and casually extending his legs out in front of him. His cock was already hard. Joe gave it a few strokes, mostly to remind Scott thathedidn’t need anyone’s permission to do that.
“It’s… okay,” Scott said, dropping his hand to his side.
Joe leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest. “You want to try being a bit more vague?”
“It…I don’t know. Everything just f-feels so much m-more sensitive,” Scott said, very softly. Whether he was aware of it or not, Scott’s hand crept back to his crotch as he spoke. He ran his knuckles over his shaved skin.
“Does it get you hard?”
Scott nodded. “All the time.” He shook his head. “Even when I’m at w-work.”
