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ass with the flat of that huge hand. He cried out, surprised more than hurting, although the burn
began moving through him.
 I m sorry that our first meeting is a punishment, Love. But I understand you are
responsible for this. Possibly it is what you wanted, hmm? Another slap of with Freddie s hand,
but the next hit was the paddle Mal had left out.
Oh, that burned. Stung. He pulled away from the next blow, filled cock bumping against
Freddie s thigh. He screamed, felt it deep inside, entire body going taut, hips pressed up and out.
This bumpkin from the middle of nowhere had one hell of an arm, Love had to give him
that. The paddle came down over and over again. His cries turned to whimpers, his ass on fire
and hurting and oh, he was sorry. He wouldn t be mean to the farmer. He d be good. He would.
It just went on and on and then finally it stopped.
It stopped and Freddie s hand slid over his ass, rubbing.  Simply beautiful.
Love just sobbed, aching and sore and burning deep in his muscles. Freddie stood, lifting
him easily, putting him over the table, fingers manipulating the heavy plug. He hid his face in his
bound hands, crying out each time Freddie s fingers brushed his ass.
 Me now, Love. The words were soft, the plug pulled away, thick heat pushing into him
in its place.
Oh &
His head lifted, the glide in a delicious pleasure.
 Oh, Love. So tight. Freddie sounded surprised.
He whimpered, thighs trying to part, body clenching the thick cock. Freddie s fingers dug
into his ass, cock impaling him again and again, giving it to him like a pro. His head was
spinning, breath trapped in his chest, tears making the blindfold wet.
 Beautiful, whispered Freddie, pushing hard into him once more, filling him deep with
heat.
His cock, his ass, his balls  they ached, burned. He keened, begging. Freddie groaned,
pulled out of him, the plug returning almost before he was empty and he was turned, the thick
fingers working the sheath from around his cock.
He needed, body arching, pleading through the gag, whining as his ass brushed the table.
 Patience, Love. You can t come until I take out the fancy bit of metal. The sheath came
off, the large hand wrapping around his cock again.
Oh. Oh, yes. Take it out. Let me come. Please. I need. Please. His heart was slamming in
his chest, balls drawn tight against the leather.
Freddie s fingers took hold of the end of the sound and pulled it part way out, letting it
drop back down again.
Oh! No. No, please. Out.
His thighs shuddered, heels drumming on the table.
 Does it hurt, Love?
He shook his head. No. No, it didn t hurt. It was too big. It burned. It felt & so much.
Freddie did it again. Partway out and then letting it drop again.  Fascinating.
He keened, shivering and sweating in turn.
Freddie repeated the gentle out and in several more times and then suddenly the sound
was pulled all the way out and a soft kiss placed on the tip of his cock.  Come, Love.
His scream echoed in his head, hips pumping wildly as spunk sprayed from him, landing
on his chest, his belly. The come was rubbed into his skin and he was gathered into Freddie s
arms, first the blindfold and then the gag removed.
He blinked up, sniffling, swallowing hard, wanting & no. Needing comfort.
 Look at those beautiful eyes. Freddie rocked, holding him close, hands petting him.
 Such a beautiful boy. You were exquisite. Simply exquisite.
 Th & thank you. Th & thank you, sir. He cuddled in, nuzzling, tears drying up.
 Oh, you re welcome, Love. You re a sweet boy. A challenge. I like that.
He nodded, watching Freddie, wincing as he shifted, ass burning.
 Mmm, that s going to be sore for days. You ll sleep on your stomach tonight, hands
cuffed beneath you, feet together, knees under you, ass with its plug high. Delicious.
 You & you going to keep me? Tonight? His heart was pounding, toes curled.
 Yes, Love. I do believe I will. His forehead was kissed, his side stroked.
 Oh. Oh. Okay. He blinked, relaxed, put himself in the farmer s hands.  Thank you.
 Oh, Love, the pleasure will be mine. Freddie continued to rock him the big, rough
hands gentle and sweet, making him feel good.
His bound fingers stroked the smooth fabric of Freddie s shirt and he purred, melting.
 Come, Love, let s go sleep. Tomorrow we can put your punishment behind you and
play. Freddie stood, holding him easily, taking him to his bed.
He settled, ass in the air, cheek on Freddie s shoulder.  Yes, sir. Tomorrow. Thank you.
He only whimpered a little as the sheet brushed his ass.
Chapter Two
Freddie woke up in the softest bed. The sheets were silk, the skin of the boy lying on him
even softer. Oh yes. Love. The bratty little sub that he d punished. Beautiful. And the boy knew
it, too.
Spoiled, but lovely. Certainly worth a visit anytime he was on planet.
He stroked thick, work-worn fingers over the soft skin of Love s back, keeping his hands
away from the abused ass. For now.
Love wriggled, cuddling close, ass scooting away from his touch. He chuckled, hand
sliding down. Love wouldn t wiggle away from him. He stroked the hot skin, pressing, but
gently.
A soft groan filled the air, Love s hips jerking.  Oh!
 Good morning, Love. Remember me? He tapped that sweet ass again. If Love didn t
remember him now, the boy would after this morning.
 Hey! Yeah! I remember, honest. Those eyes turned on him, bright and pretty.
He chuckled.  What do you remember, Love? The farmer or the top?
 Your hands. Your hands on me.
He nodded.  Good answer, Love. He slid his hand up to cup the back of Love s head,
tilting Love s face for his kiss.
The kiss was warm, Love s lips opening under his own. So pretty and soft and beautiful
and good. He deepened the kiss, one hand wandering south of Love s waist again, pressing.
Love whimpered, wiggling again, trying to avoid his hand.
 Careful now, sweet Love. I wouldn t want to have to punish you again.
The boy stilled, eyes flashing up to him, a little concerned.
He placed his hand on the hot welts that covered Love s ass, not pressing or rubbing, just
resting, so Love could feel it.
 You & you have big hands. Love stilled, breathing against his lips.
 All the better to touch you with. He licked the pretty lips.  I want you to remember that
while I might look like a country bumpkin I know my way around dildos, plugs, restraints,
whips. Speaking of which. Would you like that plug out? Your hands freed? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]