Page 35 of A New Chapter
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Once the blindfold and gag were on, the man let go of Colton and let his Master’s boy take over the helm. No thinking was required now.
With Rom’s hands working him over, Colton focused on breathing, on absorbing every touch. Around him, he could feel the air shift and move with Rom, the way sounds reflected off his body, the feel of warmth even if Rom wasn’t touching him.
He held nothing but faith and trust in his Master. Rom was careful and thorough and would never go too far.
That meant the boy could let go and justbe. Something he desperately needed. Thank god he’d had Rom through the past couple of weeks, his strong and steady guidance and control. He would have been a wreck by now trying to do everything himself.
If not in jail from confronting their parents.
Shut.
Brain.
Off.
Rom didn’t spend too much time with his hands before picking up the first implement, a heavy mop flogger Rom liked to use for warmup and stepping down through stages of play. Thuddy, it was a good way to ease him into a deeper level of subspace without pain. Every impact rocked him and helped him slow and deepen his breathing.
After a few minutes of that, Rom moved to a strap, slappy and loud, but not really painful compared to what Colton knew lay ahead.
He’d asked Rom for tears tonight, and Rom would take his time building him up to that cathartic release.
Cobwebs clouded his mind, old and new garbage collected there. This was the one sure way to sweep everything out so he could think again.
Paddles that were a little stingy, and used over his ass and thighs, but he could tell Rom was trying to not mark him any more than necessary. Which meant some creative logistics juggling on Rom’s part, which would, no doubt, end up meaning canes at the end.
Another flogger, this one stiffer leather and a little stingy, but wouldn’t mark him. Colton gritted his teeth into the ball gag and held on. The ride was entering part two, and would only get hairier from here on out.
Then to a different paddle, this one a metal one that stung like fuck. Colton sucked in a sharp breath and wrapped his fingers around the bench’s frame to hold on. Rom spaced these impacts out, harder, but sweeping his hand over every mark to help soothe it, just to do it again.
Time disappeared, the way it always did when his brain went down the rabbit hole. Colton’s entire existence centered around Rom and the implements, his hands, his mouth, where he bit his ass cheeks and high inside his thighs, even teasing Colton’s sac with his teeth.
The soft rattle of canes in the plastic tube, and Colton knew they were at the big finish.
Rom laid one of them against his ass, right along the sit seam, and held it there. “You know what this is?”
Colton nodded and mumbled around his ball gag. “Yes, Master.”
“Here we go.” Rom’s left hand settled in the small of Colton’s back and he took the first stroke. A stripe of fire settled in its wake, rounding Colton’s back and making him howl around the ball gag.
“I know, baby. I know.” Rom kissed the mark, tracing it with his tongue.
And then he did it again.
And again.
Colton didn’t keep track of the number. He’d slipped into that dark, comfortable lair where his thinking brain had completely disengaged and finally allowed the dam to break and release the pain, the ache, the old wounds as he sobbed.
And Rom didn’t stop.
Colton didn’t want him to, either.
Along his ass and just the very upper parts of his thighs, Rom switched canes a couple of times, but every impact was hard, searing, and soooo damned welcomed. Colton screamed and cried and begged for more, afraid more that Rom might stop too soon instead of going too far.
Only when Colton lay there between every stroke with hoarse, ragged sobs burbling from him did Rom finally wind up their scene. He took a series of quick, hard strokes, no breaks between them, rapid-fire blows along his ass that wrenched him up against his restraints and made his fists clench as he tried to hold on.
When it stopped, he sobbed again, sucking in deep breaths. Rom reached between his legs and leaned in. “Now.” His fist closed around Colton’s cock and it only took two pumps before he exploded, another strain against the restraints but this time with pleasure so exquisitely aching it bordered on pain.
