So he clenched his fists, relaxed his ass, and took it. His face grew as red as his ass must be and his cock wilted. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, then dripped one at a time to the dresser. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, overpowering his stifled groans. He was beginning to think he wouldn’t get there this time, that this punishment would be nothing except pain, when the glow started to spread. Tex had moved from the globes of his ass to the tops of his thighs, where the blows stung with extra viciousness, but the smacks sparked a new fire now.
He rocked his ass in time with Tex’s swings, meeting each one as he searched out the euphoric high that could only be found at the juncture of pleasure and pain. His cock stiffened until it was fully hard and then beyond fully hard. It banged against the dresser with the impact of Tex’s blows, leaving a smeary mess on the wood as he tried to fuck it.
He was like a rutting animal, being fucked by Tex’s hand rather than Tex’s cock. It pounded pleasure into him and through him. Pleasure came out of his mouth in the form of babbling words and out of his cock in the form of pre-come.
Tex paused, steadying him with a hand against his back as Peyton sobbed from need now rather than pain.
“I still owe you this.”
The next wallop slashed across Peyton’s ass like a brand, sharp and searing. The belt. Peyton imagined the stripe of hot white it must have left behind, blazing in a line from cheek to cheek, even as Tex laid down another. He was screaming now, unsure where he was along the pain/pleasure spectrum.
Here. He was right here. So immediate and alive, so present. Tex was giving him the punishment he’d asked for, and it was awful and wonderful and exactly right. The last few blows cracked across the tops of his thighs, and then he was done for. He sagged, nearly fainting, into Tex’s strong arms, which guided them both down to the floor.
“I love you,” he said as he reached for the kisses he always needed after a spanking. “I love you, I love you. Thank you.”
Tex didn’t say anything, but he allowed Peyton to kiss him, even returned the kisses as Peyton pressed forward for more. He toppled Tex over and crawled on top of him. Tex’s hands cupped his burning ass as he kissed and rutted and begged Tex to fuck him.
“Your ass is so hot,” Tex whispered. “It would be so hot, to slide in there…”
Yes, yes. Need, need. He climbed to shaky feet, pulled open the drawer containing the condoms and lube, and bent over the dresser once more. His legs could barely hold him, but he trusted Tex not to let him fall.
Tex came to stand behind him. “Peyton.”
“Please.”
“Peyton. Come to bed, Peyton.” Tex guided him to the bed. Did that mean Tex wasn’t going to fuck him after all?
“Please,” he begged, turning to meet Tex’s gaze as Tex nudged him up onto the mattress.
“Just like that for me,” Tex said, arranging him onto his knees in the center. “Just like that. Your ass is so beautiful. Never seen a prettier one.” He bent down to kiss one cheek, then the other, before slipping away to collect the supplies.
Peyton pillowed his head in his arms and breathed out a sigh of relief. Then Tex’s fingers were at his hole, and his breathing grew heavier. The rough scrape of Tex’s work-hard skin reminded him of how the doctor had checked his hole after that first spanking. Could Tex really spank him there—between his cheeks? Suddenly he wanted it as much as he wanted Tex’s cock between his cheeks. He tried to say so but Tex shushed him.
“Another time, little cowboy. You’re fearless now, aren’t you?”
Hefeltfearless. Tex was promising him another time. Everything clicked into place as perfectly as Tex’s cock slid into his ass. He arched his back, moaning as the hard length filled him. His prostate sparked to life immediately, as if it’d been pre-warmed by that spanking. He was shameless under Tex’s pounding, jerking his hips in the age-old motion of sex, milking Tex’s cock, enjoying the rasp of the sheet against his own. His mouth leaked a litany of ‘fuck me’ and ‘love you,’ the two conjoined into a single sense of well-deserved bliss.
He’d earned this. He’d taken the spanking, taken even the belt, and now he took Tex’s cock until Tex buried it deep inside him and came. Peyton was moaning and sobbing, fully feral, as Tex worked his cock with his hand. A few short jerks and he was coming too, his insides exploding outward like a gush of lava, as if far more than his balls had been emptied, leaving him both hollow and full.
Chapter 8
Peyton wasn’t surprised when Tex gave him hardly five minutes of afterglow before telling him they had to get back to the field. Tex’s lessons were always two-part. If you balked at doing your task the first time, you regretted having balked, but you still had to do it. Though in this case, Peyton couldn’t say he regretted balking. He was going to have to be bad on purpose as a habit. But his ass ached and he had a major case of the sleepies as Tex hauled him to his feet and told him to get dressed.
“Can we come back after?” Peyton asked as he slowly reassembled himself into a makeshift cowboy.
“After what? You’re not planning to misbehave again today, are you? I’m not sure how much more your ass can take.”
“After we finish the fences. I’d still like to take that nap.” He came up behind Tex and snuggled against his back to plant a kiss on his neck.
Tex moved away, sort of like he was fetching his boots was also sort of like he was avoiding Peyton’s embrace.
“You can nap when we’re done if you want. I’m working.”
Peyton frowned. He hated those reminders that watching over him was Tex’s job, not just a thing he did for love. “Okay, but I’m your client, so napping with me would be working.”
“Sounds like fun, but I’ve got another client scheduled for later.” Tex flexed his right hand. “Let’s hope he doesn’t need any punishment. I have a feeling it’d go worse for me than for him.”
Tex smiled, but Peyton couldn’t smile back.
