Page 37 of Lucky Boys
I undid my own belt and folded it in half. I took a half a second to free myself and give myself a few strokes before turning back to Brooks.
“Ready boy?” He barely made a sound before I laid the belt into his round cheeks.
“Ahh, shit. Fuck.”
“Too much?” I teased as I hit him again. He rocked on his toes.
“N-no sir.”
“Good boy. I love the way your ass takes color. It’s gonna look so pretty bruised with my marks.”
I struck him a few more times, the boy gasping and shivering after each one. Putting the belt down, I walked back up to him and palmed his reddened cheek, my thumb deliberately pressing into one of the bruises.
Brooks hissed. “Fucking addictive,” I told him, leaning my body weight against his back, and licking in between his shoulder blades.
Brooks whimpered and pushed back. I took his dick in hand again and started pumping. “Same rules apply. Don’t fucking come.”
“Yes sir,” he whined, but like the good boy he was, even as he cried and begged, Brooks told me when he was close.
“Good boy. So damn good.”
I picked up the belt.
After the third round, I was pretty sure Brooks couldn’t take much more. His legs were shaking, his shoulders were tense and he was sobbing onto my T-shirt, soaking the fabric.
I soothed his sore ass with my hand, gently rubbing my thumb over it. “That’s it boy. You took it so well. You let go so beautifully. We’re almost done. We’re gonna come together. Okay? Hold on a little bit longer, can you do that for me?”
I wasn’t sure if he could, but he nodded furiously. “Y-yes, sir. Yes, I will!” Poor boy was wailing.
I stepped as close as I could, so he could feel me in between his cheeks. After rubbing my erection up and down his crease a few times, just because I could, I took my dick in one hand and his in the other, and started jerking us off.
“Sir! Sir, please!”
“Shh, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” I gritted my teeth as my own orgasm built.
“Come for me Brooks.” He screamed, and almost immediately he started to shoot onto the ground. I continued to milk him as my orgasm hit me, and I shot all over Brooks’s back.
“You look so hot like this. Covered in my come.”
He whined and tried to get out of my grip, but I kept tugging him until he was oversensitive and finally, let go.
“There. We’re done sweetheart. I got you.” I undid his wrists first and helped him shakily to his feet.
“I’m going to take the blindfold off, it’s not bright in here, but just be careful.”
“Yes, sir,” he said in a quiet distant voice, like he wasn’t quite there.
Once it was off, I grabbed my ruined T-shirt off the table and cleaned both of us off the best as I could.
“C’mon sweetheart. I have waters in the car. We can cuddle in there.”
He just nodded, and I realized there was no fucking way he’d walk all the way back to the front on his own.
Quietly cursing myself for not thinking this through, I put my hands under his ass, careful not to hit any of the welts. “Wrap your arms around me. I’ll carry you.”
He seemed happy to do that, and then he was in my arms. I left our shirts, and carried him to my car. Popping the trunk when I got close, I was relieved when I had a blanket, somewaters, and even a pack of those cracker sandwiches with peanut butter. Careful to set up on the side of the car where Brooks couldn’t see the house, I somehow managed to lay out the blanket with him in my arms then got us settled on the ground. Brooks cuddled in my lap and I gave him small sips of water. Once he was a little more with it, I forced him to eat a couple crackers.
“Feeling better?”
