Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
“Jesus!” Jake yelped and looked over his shoulder even though he could see Vars in the reflection. His toes curled, and the way he clenched his ass tight made Vars’s cock stir when he imagined being inside of that pliant body when delivering a smack.
“That’s only the beginning,” Vars said, delivering another smack, this time to a different part of the feet before moving the cane upward, first across Jake’s calves and all the way to his ass. In the mirror, he glanced at Jake, who stared back at him, eyes wide and face the color of strawberry juice. “I could do it harder,” he suggested, swinging the cane back and forth, as if he really wished to go through with caning this supple young ass.
The struggle visible on Jake’s face was bliss, and Vars smiled when he saw sweat bead on the muscled back. Was Jake scared? “Do you wish to, sir?” Jake whispered, making Vars itch to see how much it would take to make Jake tap out, how long he would comply just to stay obedient.
He stepped away, frowning as if he were actually considering pushing Jake so hard. He was now touching Jake with the very tip of the cane, which he slowly drove between the clenching buttocks. “Maybe.”
He dragged the tip over the sensitive shaved skin, all the way over the clenching anus. “What if I wanted to hit you here?” Vars teased. His cock stirred from just watching the spectacle in front of him—a beautiful young man, whimpering and submitting to anything Vars wished. “Or here?” he whispered as his cane trailed down, all the way to Jake’s balls and stiff cock.
He tapped on them just to drive the point home.
“Please, no, sir!” Jake rushed to say in a higher pitch, staring at Vars in the mirror all wide-eyed like a rabbit trapped by the wolf.
“No? Are you certain? What if I really wanted to?” Vars teased, leaning down to have a better view on just how beautifully Jake’s balls dragged over the cane.
The lack of a quick answer made Vars smile. Even so out of his comfort zone, Jake was weighing obedience against his own discomfort.
“I don’t know, sir,” he finally choked out, and a drop of sweat trailed down his smooth thigh. The fear made Jake’s balls cuddle up to his body, and his arousal dwindle somewhat, but Vars knew just the way to deal with that.
“Well, I don’t think I want it today. I still want you to be able to sit down if the pillow under you is soft enough,” Vars stated in the end and returned to the collection of toys, rustling Jake’s hair on the way. He knew just the thing to leave enough of an impression while still keeping the pain levels below the threshold he believed Jake could take at this point.
First, he opened the glass cabinet and removed a black textured glove, which he then carefully put on his hand. In the mirror, he could see Jake with that incredulous look on his face that one could only get from an inexperienced sub.
Each of the glove’s fingers had different ribbing and texture, producing different kinds of sensation. For someone who had never seen anything like it, the toy could look strange, but once Jake actually felt each of those fingers inside of him, he would surely crave the glove again and again.
“Thank you, sir. I appreciate your mercy,” Jake said as if he were a natural in his position, but he was mistaken about the mercy. The glove was not be the only thing Vars wanted to use.
Vars took some lube from the cupboard, and then, without breaking eye contact with Jake, chose a wide black paddle made of leather. “I still want to prepare you for my cock.”
The reaction to the paddle, just as Vars expected, was not as violent as it had been to the cane. Jake didn’t stiffen, instead following the paddle with a slightly glazed-over look. It was hard to say if that was because it had featured in his fantasies before, or simply because he had no idea how much pain it could deliver. This would be the most extreme of Jake’s experiences today, and Vars was ready to take his time.
“Smell it,” he said, rubbing the implement against Jake’s face.
Jake took a long inhale of the leather, and flexed his back as if he wanted to show off his muscles.
“Remember this. You will never be the same again,” Vars said in a low voice as desire squeezed its fingers around his balls. And yet, waiting was such a pleasure. He moved the paddle up Jake’s back on his way to the other side of the bench, and already he was experiencing a sudden spike in focus, as if his body knew better than him that this wouldn’t take much longer.