Flatmates | By : nicholasdevilance Category: M through R > Primeval Views: 1651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Connor found himself stripped bare, bent ass-up over Lester’s knee, with both of his legs pinned between the man’s thighs. They were positioned right behind Lester’s desk, on the edge of his chair in the office—all blinds closed. The skin of his ass was glowing red, burning, and there were tears in his eyes. Whimpering lightly, he waited for the next blow and chewed at his lip.
“Goodness…” Lester always tried to act so nonchalant—like he wasn’t excited that they were doing something so naughty at work—as if the hard head of his cock wasn’t pressing insistently into Connor’s hip. “You do enjoy this, don’t you?”
With a quick intake of breath at the firm hand rubbing over his sore skin, the techie nodded. He barely bit back his hoarse cry when that hand slammed down on his rear once more.
“Answer me, Connor!”
“Yes!” Connor sobbed, “I like it. Thank y—Ow, fuck!—thank you, Lester.”
That open palm beat down on him over and over, mercilessly, and he could feel his cock throbbing where it was trapped against Lester’s leg. Every time, his body jerked both away and towards the onslaught of delicious pain. He had long since stopped asking himself why he loved this, stopped doubting Lester’s devotion to their relationship. Instead, he focused on the idea that Lester had left his door unlocked—that anyone could just walk right in and see him like this: bent over, getting spanked until he cried. His entire body was tinged red with a hint of humiliation and submission that so far he’d only let Lester witness. Closing his eyes, he counted and tried really hard not to rub his dick against Lester’s thigh. The man probably would have found some new way to punish him for that and getting his ass beat black and blue was enough for one day.
“Please, Lester,” he begged, pitifully, “oh god, please!” He didn’t even know what he was asking for.
But that was okay because Lester knew. Lester was going to take care of him; that was what he did. The beating stopped, and he just sat there for a bit, smoothing his hand over the stinging flesh. “Shhh…” he hissed almost-gently. “Tell me what you want. Want more?”
“Yes…no, yes! I don’t—” Connor breathed in some shaky breaths and tried to control the constant flow of tears down his face. “Please…I just—I need…ohmygod.”
Slowly, Lester spread him open and gently worked a finger into Connor’s sloppy, wet hole. The kid was still slick from just twenty minutes before when Lester had had him bent over the desk. “This is what you need?”
“Mmmm, yeah…” Connor let his head fall, his hair grazing the ground beneath him, and just moaned at the mix of stinging pain with slow, hot pleasure. Short little thrusts made their way inside of him, deeper and deeper until they teased over that sweet-spot inside of him. “Oh fuck…”
“Wager I could make you come just like this? One finger fucking you just. like. this.” On the last of three long, deep thrusts, he pushed right on that little bud of nerves inside, pulling a choppy, ragged cry from his captive. Connor didn’t really seem capable of anything more at the moment. “You have to ask me nicely, Connor. Beg with that pretty voice of yours and maybe I’ll take pity on you. Maybe.”
“Please! For the love of…please, Lester. Please let me—make me, oh! Make me come! Let me come, please let me.” His voice was strained and thin in his falsetto. A sob caught half-way out of his throat when Lester stroked an almost-gentle hand over the small of his back and applied constant stimulation to his prostate. “Yes, that’s good…please don’t stop, don’t stop…need you, Lester. Ah, fuck! yes, yes, YES!” Shuddering violently, Connor grasped on to Lester’s leg, blunt nails digging in, and came hard. The gray, patterned carpet melted away and faded into white noise, and Connor’s own harsh, brittle whimpers meant nothing as his hot come seeped into Lester’s pant leg.
“There,” Lester soothed quietly, rubbing the shaking man’s back, “…good boy.”
Once Connor was dressed and Lester had cleaned up the mess that they made, the techie sat rather awkwardly on his sore rump in the uncomfortable wooden chair that his boss had positioned across the desk. He’d done it just to watch Connor squirm, because he’s sadistic and evil thought that the sight was the hottest thing in the world. Sometimes, he even thought that Connor was the hottest thing ever to grace the planet with his presence, not that he would admit it in the morning. So Connor sat on his stinging ass, waiting for Lester to give him permission to get back to work.
“What did we learn today, Mr. Temple?” Lester was leaning on the desk with his hands folded beneath his chin. His elbows were propped carefully on either side of the exact spot that Connor had first shot his load about thirty minutes ago.
Swallowing, the young man tried not to let the memory distract him. “Sir?” he asked, voice still a bit shaky.
“Are you going to think twice before you have another little story-session during work-hours?”
Connor thought about that for a moment. If telling the entire population details accounts of his sexual experiences with Lester resulted in what had just happened, then…Hell yeah, he was going to think twice…and then do it anyway.
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