Scott risked a glance at Joe, but it was impossible to stare at him as if he were no different than some random actor. Scott had to drop his gaze almost the moment that their eyes met, but even that fraction of a second was enough. The strength of emotion in Joe’s eyes was unmistakable.
“And you l-l-like deciding when guys g-get to come,” Scott added with complete certainty.
“That too,” Joe confirmed.
Scott bit back a needy little sound. He already wanted to come more than he’d ever thought possible before meeting Joe. He looked down at his cock and the way Joe’s hand encircled it.
Control. Being under another man’s control. That was what made watching porn feel so different now compared to in the past. It was what made the images on the screen stop being fantasies and become possibilities.
Scott took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Joe didn’t need a bright light to shine in anyone’s eyes. He had an amazing way of growling questions that made them sound like an interrogation even while they were sitting companionably next to each other.
“I p-promise I won’t c-come without p-permission,” Scott whispered. “Even when you’re n-n-not there.”
“Good.”
And that was it. Joe casually accepted control of a huge part of Scott’s life as if it was nothing more than his right to receive it.
Scott glanced down at his cock. He might have needed Joe’s permission to come during a scene for quite a long time, but that wasn’t the same as needing it all the time.
Joe’s hand was still moving over Scott’s shaft in slow, persistent strokes. It was only then that Scott realised he was moving his own hand and caressing Joe at exactly the same speed.
“I like knowing that you’ll do whatever I say.” Joe seemed about to add something else, but appeared to decide against it at the last moment.
Unwilling to risk overstepping unspoken boundaries and asking questions Joe might prefer he didn’t voice, Scott remained silent and let the moment slip away.
The TV went momentarily blank. Another picture appeared. With the remote on the other side of Joe’s body, it wasn’t easy for Scott to see when Joe reached for it or pressed a button.
Scott had no warning before he found himself staring at a man being whipped.
It wasn’t as sterile as any of the images of punishments that Scott had found on the internet. There was no air brushing here, and no pretending. There was no turning the camera away at the last moment so it was impossible for the audience to tell if it was all sound effects and trickery. No imagination was required here. The dom was holding a real whip, and he wasn’t afraid to bring it down hard and unrelenting upon a sub.
The crack of thin leather against unprotected skin filled the air. Vivid red lines appeared on the submissive’s back. Pain flashed across his features.
It hurt him. There was no escaping that fact. This was nothing like the spanking Joe had given him. That had been all pleasure, this was…
Scott took a deep breath. “You l-l-like hurting people.” The words came out strangely lacking in any kind of emotion.
“Yes.” Joe said, without any hint of apology. It was several moments before he spoke again. “But only guys who like being hurt.”
Scott turned toward him.
Joe’s lips quirked into a strange mockery of a smile. “Some guys might like to hurt a man who hates it, and if that man freely agrees to take it, that’s fine with me. But I’ve never seen the point in whipping a guy who isn’t an enthusiastic masochist.”
Joe suddenly released Scott’s cock. Before Scott had a chance to promise he’d learn how to take any degree of pain that Joe wanted to inflict upon him, and to beg Joe not to give up on him just yet, Joe had already transferred his grip to Scott’s wrist.
Lightheaded with relief, Scott was more than happy to let Joe rearrange them on the bed. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself sitting between Joe’s spread legs and leaning back against Joe’s larger body.
“Look again,” Joe ordered, dipping his head to whisper the words in Scott’s ear like a secret that was vital to national security. “This time, don’t just stare at the bits that demand your attention. Look at all of it.”
Scott did as he was told. He’d already seen the marks appearing across the sub’s back. He didn’t need to see that again. He looked elsewhere.
The sub could easily have escaped the pain if he’d wanted to. As Scott concentrated on the details rather than the fireworks exploding on the actor’s back, he realised that was actually the biggest difference between this man and the first one he’d watched.
There was no bondage this time, nothing was holding the guy in place. Nothing, perhaps, except his desire to remain within range of his dom’s whip. And…yes, now that Scott looked properly, he could see it. There wasn’t just pain in the sub’s expression. There was pleasure there too. Maybe it wasn’t the same kind of pleasure that Joe’s spanking had made dance within Scott’s veins, but it was clear that the sub on the screen didn’t justlikewhat the dom was doing to him, he loved it.
Scott took a deep breath. His back rubbed against Joe’s chest. The dark, wiry hairs there bristled against him. Further down, he could feel Joe’s erection pressing against the small of his back and smearing pre-cum onto his skin.
