Page 36 of Lucky Boys
My thumb trailed to his mouth. Brooks’s lips parted, and I slid it partially inside. His mouth wrapped around the digit, his tongue brushing along the tip. It was a tease, a test to see what I would do.
I pulled my finger away and headed to the workbench. I was able to clean it off fairly quickly, though it was still dusty and a little worn. I took my shirt off and spread it across the surface before turning to Brooks.
“Hand me your shirt and take off your belt. Pull your pants and underwear down enough so your ass and cock are exposed, but leave them on.” It would leave his legs with the illusion of being trapped without being bound, and it would still leave him with some protection in this place.
Brooks was very blatantly checking me out, his eyes scanning my bare torso. At my words, though, he all but tossed the tank top that he had ripped off during his panic earlier. I caught it easily, watching with interest as Brooks fumbled with his belt buckle. He listened, though, taking it completely off before haphazardly shoving his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh, with no attempt to be sexy or put on a show.
I didn’t mind though. This wasn’t the time or place for that, and Brooks didn’t need all the pomp and circumstance to be sexy as fuck. Everything about the boy turned me on, and his lack of poise probably added to it. Brooks wasn’t all the way hard yet, which wasn’t much of a surprise given the circumstances, but he was getting there. The metal bar through his head wasn’t much of a surprise either, but it was welcome.
I whistled. “What a tease you are, boy. Hiding that sexy little cock under all those clothes.”
Brooks hummed, his hands flexing at his sides. I was right in his space now, and I trailed my fingers ever so lightly along the PA piercing, absorbing Brooks’s breathy gasp into my very bones.
“You got any other surprises for me?”
“No, sir. I want to pierce my guiche eventually but haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
Fucking hell. Were my jeans always this tight? I flicked the piercing. “When you do get it done, you tell me. I want to be there for it.” It was an out-of-pocket comment. I shouldn’t be making promises like that. But Brooks’s eyes glazed over as he nodded eagerly, so I wasn’t too worried.
While Brooks was a little lost in his own mind, I wrapped my fingers through the longest length of his hair and guided him, a little roughly, to the bench. He was hobbled by his jeans but kept up easily enough. I stood behind him and pushed him down so his front and the side of his face were on my T-shirt.
“If the bench starts to rub against your skin, let me know. Splinters aren’t the kind of pain we’re going for here.”
Brooks snorted but still smiled softly. “I will.”
I petted his hair, soothing the spot I’d tugged on. “Good boy. I knew there was a sweet boy eager to please under all these tattoos and the rough exterior.”
I grabbed his wrists as he was melting into the table and dragged them behind him.
Using his belt, I secured his hands behind his back. I had no doubt that Brooks could break free if he wanted to, but I also knew he didn’t. I ran my hand down his back, tracing the ink that covered it, then over his arms and finally his ass. It was the only part of Brooks that wasn’t covered in tattoos, and I squeezed the pale, bouncy flesh.
“Fuck, look at this ass. It’s just begging for color, isn’t it, boy?”
Brooks didn’t do more than grunt before I slapped him, his cheek bouncing under my touch.
Brooks arched back, looking for more. His dick was trapped in between his stomach and the table, so after one more slap sohis cheeks had matching handprints, I traced my fingers along his crack and kept trailing down till I could pull his cock and balls out, so they were free and hanging. I flicked his balls, causing him to wail.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so responsive. I could play with you all day.”
I tugged on his hard cock once, twice. before remembering Brooks’s T-shirt that I still had in my hand. I placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head to act like a makeshift blindfold.
“Good?” I asked while I fondled him some more.
“Yessss . . . sir.” Brooks groaned and rocked up into my hold.
“Remember your safeword. Use it if you need to,” I reminded him, and then landed another solid slap to his ass.
“This is just a warmup,” I told him, before I started to slap his ass at regular intervals. The little I knew about Brooks, it was obvious a hand spanking wouldn’t be enough for him, not in this state. Good thing I had a plan. Normally, I liked to keep my subs guessing, but it wouldn’t be good for Brooks right now. He had to know that I’d take care of him.
Even with the lighter hand spanking, he was so responsive to everything. Every slap elicited a small moan or groan, followed by him arching his back and rocking into my hand, chasing more. Fuck, it was addictive.
I spit on my hand and wrapped it around his dick, jerking him until he was panting. “You’re not allowed to come,” I warned him, “Tell me if you’re close.”
“Yes…sir.” His words were staggered and he bounced up on his toes like he was trying to get away from me, but there was nowhere to hide. I kept up my merciless pace.
“Close!” he screamed, his whole body shaking. I pulled my hand away, laughing at the way the boy keened.
“Fuck, boy, your sounds are giving me life.”
