Page 24 of Raze
I swallow hard, my throat tight, but I force a grin, that cocky one I’ve used to charm my way out of worse.
“I’m a big boy, Raze,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “I can handle it.”
The words come out bold, but inside, I’m a mess. The idea of being bent over in front of the club, Raze’s hand on me again, has my pulse racing. It’s not just the pain I’m bracing for—it’s the way he makes me feel, like I’m his, like I belong, even if it’s just for this moment.
Raze’s jaw tightens, and for a second, I think I see something soften in his eyes—concern, maybe, or something deeper.
“You’re mine to handle,” Raze growls, the wordminehitting like a spark, lighting up that reckless part of me. “Don’t forget that.”
I nod, my grin faltering, and he lets go of my arm, stepping back.
The club’s watching, their murmurs low, the air thick with anticipation. Tank’s grinning, his anger from earlier replaced by a smug satisfaction, like he’s looking forward to the show. Clay’s still unreadable, but Jase’s smirk says he’s enjoying this too much.
Dylan, Keegan, and Caleb give me small nods, like they’re rooting for me to get through it. I’m sure their assess have all felt the sting of a public spanking at least once, but right now all I can think about is how I’m going to feel when I’m exposed and punished in front of these wild, dangerous men.
I square my shoulders, ready to face what’s coming, my mind still spinning with the thrill of the ride, the mission, the possibility of a home with these men—with Raze.
The Wolf Rider sign glares down, and I feel like it’s judging me, daring me to prove I can handle this world.
I’ve survived foster homes, street fights, and now a Wolf Rider mission.
A public spanking? I can take it.
And whatever comes after, with Raze, I’m ready for that too. Or least I hope I am.
“Let’s do this, Raze,” Clay commands. “The boy will be spanked on his naked ass. Six of the best. And each spank will be accompanied by a howl. Understood?”
“Tell him you understand, boy,” Raze says, his voice firm and leaving no room for error.
“I understand, Clay,” I say, my heart thumping.
With that, Raze leads me to the bench that has been placed outside the club and promptly yanks my trousers and briefs down to my ankles. A huge roar goes up amongst the men as my semi-stiff cock springs to attention. I feel objectified, a little ashamed, but also so undeniably excited by it all.
I’ve always craved a moment like this, my deepest fantasies dreaming of being put on display and punished by a man who knows how to lay down the law in a way that I actually want to obey…
“Howoooooo!” I howl, the first spank lighting up my ass.
The crowd roars as the spanks flow and my howls get louder and louder until the sixth and final spank shakes my cheeks something crazy. I can feel the glow of my butt almost as much as the looks and whistles of encouragement as Raze takes me by the hand and walks me around in a circle, showing off my red butt to everyone.
“Well done, young pup,” Clay says, a hint of a smile on his face. “Raze, you can take the boy inside. But he walks through with his cock under your control. You know how we do it.”
“I sure do,” Raze laughs, taking my dick in his hand and promptly walking me inside the bar and around to each corner, the cheers of the men getting louder as they follow us and begin to sing and make merry. “Okay, with me now, boy.”
I blush and let out a giggle as Raze leads me out of the main bar, my hard dick still in his hand, and we go down the corridor and into a small side room.
“On the bed,” Raze says. “If you’re ready, it’s time to make you mine.”
“I’m ready, Daddy,” I say, lying down on the bed, my cock hard and my eyes wide as Raze strips. “I want to be yours all the way. Fuck me. Make me cum. Fill me with everything you’ve got.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Raze says, now naked, his body strong, tattooed, and emanating power. “Now get the rest of those clothes off before I tear them off…”
I whip my t-shirt off and watch as Raze climbs onto the bed next to me.
I’ve waited for this moment for so long—and now it’s finally about to happen with a man who might just be perfect for a boy like me…
“Don’t worry, I trust you,” I say. “And you can trust me. We don’t need protection.”
Raze nods and before I know it, his strong, heavy body is on top of me and our lips lock—and just like last time, it feels nothing short of electric.
