Page 51 of Convenient Rivals

He let go of Oscar’s hand briefly, missing the contact. He closed the door, which meant it was completely soundproof. Nobody could hear them. There was a big sofa against the wall, which he would sometimes sit on with his laptop. This room had many purposes, and he used it more to shut himself away than he did for pleasure. He could count on one hand the number of men he’d brought in here.

“Is that a spanking bench?” asked Oscar, his eyes wide.

He looked over at the sleek leather bench, which was black with red trims. It was heavily padded, so whoever was on it would be comfortable, and it could be raised in the middle and had leather restraints. At the moment it was flat, so it looked more like a weight bench unless you knew what you were looking for. The fact Oscar had identified it straight away and the image of him bent over it was enough to get Gregory’s blood rushing straight to his cock.

He’d lost the use of his voice box thinking about it, so he just nodded at Oscar, wondering what he was feeling. Had it been a mistake inviting him in here? It wasn’t like Oscar to be lost for words. Gregory didn’t even want to imagine what Jason would say if he knew about this room. He’d never hear the end of it... or Jason would ask to use it. Either way, it was a conversation he never wanted to have.

Oscar looked over at the wall, which housed various spanking instruments in a cabinet. They’d been hidden away when the valuer visited, but Gregory liked to look at them, even if he didn’t get to use them much. Oscar moved across the room, reaching the wall in two strides, and retrieved a paddle. It was brand new. Gregory hadn’t found someone he wanted to use it with... yet.

“Use this on me,” said Oscar, his voice trembling with nerves and desire.

“Are you sure?”

“You said you’d get me out of my head.”

“Have you done this before?”

“No, but I trust you.”

“You recognised the spanking bench.”

“You asked me if I’d done this before,” he replied, slapping the paddle against his giant palm. “The answer to that is a definite no. There’s been no one I trusted enough to do that.”

Their eyes met, and Gregory saw the vulnerability in Oscars He would do nothing to betray the trust he was putting in him right now. Oscar left no more time for discussion as he handed the paddle to Gregory and had his clothes off in a nanosecond. He bent over the bench, his gorgeous muscular arse on display. The man looked like he was carved from marble, and was offering himself up to Gregory. The desire to pull his cock out and drive into him was overwhelming, but that’s not what he was here for. Oscar didn’t need that right now. He needed Gregory to be in control, and not driven by his own desires, which is what had happened during their last encounters. Gregory had wanted Oscar to come, but that was because it was hot, and he was polite. If there was one thing his mother had taught him it was good manners, and his interpretation was making sure he left men feeling satisfied. Probably not what she was going for when she’d painstakingly explained the purpose of seventeen different forks, though.

“Can we not use the restraints?” he asked, his voice choked with emotion.

Gregory was snapped back into the moment. The vulnerability in Oscar’s voice raised concerns. You had to be in the right headspace for something like this.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You can tell me to stop at any time.”

“I know, Gregory. Just, please... I need this.”

“Do you want me to warm you up with my hand first?”

“No. Start with the paddle. I can take it.”

“I thought this was your first time with the paddle.”

“I trust you know what you’re doing.”

There was that word again – trust. All Gregory could do was grunt an affirmative. His cock was painful, straining against his jeans, but he kept his clothes on. Oscar needed to get out of his head, and Gregory felt the weight of responsibility.

“Ready?”

“Please,” pleaded Oscar again

Gregory lifted the paddle, not wanting to go hard but also knowing what was best for Oscar. He steeled himself, wanting to be the person Oscar needed right now, and brought the paddle down on his right cheek. The sound of the first crack echoing through the room sent a wave of desire throughout Gregory’s body.

Oscar’s body jerked, his skin reddening immediately. He cried out, but Gregory knew that sound, and it wasn’t pain. He struck the other cheek just as hard. Oscar’s body twitched less this time, and he moaned, the sound going straight to Gregory’s cock. If anyone touched it now, he’d explode on the spot. He was so turned on.

Gregory cracked the paddle down on each cheek in quick succession this time. He reached round and gripped Oscar’s meaty cock. He loved nothing more than a big-dicked bottom, and Oscar was rock hard and leaking, his precome dripping on the floor from how turned on he was.

Gregory went harder the next time, giving three successive smacks on the right cheek. The muscles in Oscar’s body were all tense and tight. Gregory repeated the three smacks on the left cheek. Oscar started thrusting. The bench was designed so his cock was hanging down, and he couldn’t get any friction against it, but the way he was snapping his hips showed he was desperate for release.

“What do you need, Oscar?”

“I need...” He was choked up, but Gregory knew he had to keep in character. “I need to come so badly.”

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