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His cock was vaguely interested, half hard against his thigh as Jimmy’s hands moved across his stomach. He massaged his balls while jerking himself off fast, trying to get hard. He was nervous, his cock not wanting to fully cooperate and his stomach turning uncomfortably.

He didn’t know if he could do this. What the fuck was he thinking? This was all a mistake. Jimmy just knew that Cold was going to get pissed off, and then he was going to let Jules Price burn him to a crisp.

Jimmy didn’t notice that Cold’s pen had stopped scratching until he heard a low growl. “Slower.”

Jimmy’s eyes snapped open, and he turned his head to meet Cold’s unrelenting gaze. He obeyed, his pace dropping. Even though the friction had lessened, his cock was now at strict attention. There was something about that growl, about how Cold was looking at him, that absolutely thrilled him.

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy found himself replying as he spread his legs wide. He stroked himself a few more times before reaching for the lube to slick up his trembling fingers. He remembered to take his time before reaching between his thighs to tease over his entrance.

He shuddered. The lube was cold and his body instinctively shied away from the sensation. He kept rubbing in delicate circles while it warmed up, and he slipped one fingertip inside, prompting him to gasp.

It had been a very long time since he’d had sex and even longer since he’d been with a man. He still enjoyed pleasuring himself like this when the mood struck him, and he tried to imagine he was at home in his own bed. There was no reason to rush. No one to please but himself, just him and his fingers chasing down waves of pleasure.

“Mmph,” he grunted as he pressed his finger all the way in, pumping slowly. He’d almost forgotten how good it was to feel so full, and this was far from over. In the back of his mind, he knew he was prepping himself for Cold’s cock, for Cold to be inside him, and he wanted it.

“Oh… Mmm.” Jimmy moaned, rolling onto his side and pulling his knee up to his chest. He whined loudly and reached behind himself to slip a second finger into his wet hole. The moist sounds his fingers made as he plunged in and out of himself were deliciously lewd, and the squelching echoed throughout the large room.

Jimmy was almost flat on his stomach now, grinding his cock into the mattress. He was absolutely writhing, consumed by his own thrusting hand as his body opened up, trying to find the right angle to reach his prostate as he rubbed himself against the sheets.

“Toy. Now.”

Jimmy panted, glancing up in surprise. Cold had silently moved to the foot of the bed. Jimmy looked to the dildo. Fuck, it wasn’t what he wanted, but he had to obey. He grabbed it, squirted lube all over it, and impatiently started to shove it inside.

“Slowly,” Cold commanded again.

“But, sir!” Jimmy protested, desperate, trying to push the toy deeper. “I can take it, I can take it so good—”

“Stop,” Cold ordered.

Jimmy moaned in frustration, his face flushed and burning. He reluctantly withdrew the toy and then rolled onto his back.

“Come here, on your hands and knees.” Cold pointed at the edge of the bed.

Jimmy grunted, shrugging off the robe before he crawled over toward Cold. Gazing up at him, he licked his lips in anticipation of the next command. He didn’t know why, but he really liked this. He liked being told what to do.

He didn’t have to worry about his father, about the money he owed, or even when he was going to eat next. He could give himself over to that velvety voice and listen. All of his cares melted away, his only focus on following the next order.

“Turn around,” Cold said with a small smile, spinning his finger tauntingly.

Jimmy groaned, his already reddened face feeling hotter, and he turned as he was asked. He was so exposed, his ass now facing Cold, and he ducked his head against the sheets. He should have been embarrassed, but he was excited. He was panting softly, his toes curling as adrenaline pumped through his body.

Feeling a cool finger slide between his cheeks, lightly teasing over his hole, he gasped softly. He tried to rock his hips back against it, eager for penetration.

“Mr. Poe.” Cold glided his finger around the rim of Jimmy’s hole but refused to probe any deeper. “I do believe you need to be taught a lesson in obedience.”

“I’m sorry.” Jimmy whined, clawing at the sheets beneath him. “I just, I need—”

“Shh, shh, shh.” Cold’s voice was almost soothing. He withdrew his finger and chuckled. “Don’t worry. You will learn.” After squeezing Jimmy’s cheeks, he suddenly reared back and cracked his palm across his ass.

“Fuck!” Jimmy yelped, the sting left behind unforgiving. He had barely taken a breath before another violent slap rocked his ass. “Oh fuck!” he sobbed, his hands clutching the sheets. He tried to pivot his body forward for a reprieve, but Cold grabbed his hip with his other hand to hold him firmly in place.

Over and over, Cold spanked him, and Jimmy was certain his ass was going to be bruised tomorrow. Panting as tears began to run down his face, he gritted his teeth to bear it. Cold was not holding back at all, and it hurt like hell.

Cold would pause for a few moments, silent except for his heavy breathing, almost lovingly rubbing over where his hand had just slapped before spanking Jimmy again. The pattern kept repeating, and it only gave Jimmy a few seconds to catch his breath between slams, moaning and squirming.

“Now, when I tell you to do something, it is not a question, it is a command.” Cold gave him one final smack. “You will do it. Yes?”

“I will, sir.” Jimmy gasped, his ass throbbing from the abuse. He could feel his pulse in each cheek and in his cock, and he mewled pitifully, “I swear, I will.”