Page 14 of Tyrant Blood

‘I’m not telling you and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it,’ Joaquin spat, standing up from the booth, grabbing his backpack, and marching over toward the exit.

As he walked, it felt like time was slowing down to the point of total standstill.

The more steps Joaquin took, the further he seemed to be away from the exit door.

And even when Joaquin was indeed about to open the door and make his exit, he felt Cole’s hand on his shoulder.

‘You’re coming with me, boy,’ Cole growled, his voice low and commanding.

With that, Joaquin felt Cole subtly march him out of the coffee spot and down a nearby side street. The sounds of passing cars, motorcycles, and pedestrians quickly faded into the lowest of background noise as Joaquin felt Cole spin him and push him up against a large industrial trash can.

‘W-w-w-wait, what’s… what are you… what have I…’ Joaquin spluttered, his mind spinning and his heart racing.

‘You want to talk, but your pride is getting in the way,’ Cole growled, leaning over and placing his hand around Joaquin’s neck. ‘I’m going to help you with that little problem. All I need is a single word. I’m talking about your safeword.’

‘I don’t… I’ve never…,’ Joaquin said, suddenly conscious that his cock was rock-hard, and all of his senses were tuned up way beyond their normal levels. ‘My safeword is chocolate.’

‘Chocolate it is,’ Cole growled, roughly yanking Joaquin’s jeans and briefs down toward his ankles. ‘Now I’m going to spank these cheeks until you’re ready to tell me everything. Got it?’

‘Y-y-y-yes, sir,’ Joaquin replied, shocking himself at how submissive he felt and how dangerously thrilling the moment felt. ‘But did say, I’m not into guy-’

However before Joaquin could finish his sentence, he felt the first spank landing hard and loud on his right buttock. This was followed by an identical spank on his left cheek.

The pain was immediate, and it was shockingly electric too.

Joaquin didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or moan in delight.

This is fucked up.

I’m being spanked down an alley by a man old enough to be my father.

And I’m…

‘Fuck!’ Joaquin bleated, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth spanks following each other with unerring rhythm and accuracy.

‘Quiet, unless you want to give up your position to whoever it is might be trying to find you,’ Cole barked, landing two more spanks. ‘Remember, when you’re ready to talk, I’ll be ready to close this damn thing out.’

Joaquin felt his legs tremble as the pain began to spread across his body. Cole was spanking so hard and fast, it was almost impossible to get his breath back enough to talk, but Joaquin knew that he was approaching his limit.

‘I’m… I’m… not telling you anything!’ Joaquin said, his pride forcing him to ignore his body and push onward.

‘And I’m not ready to stop turning these cheeks red, you little brat,’ Cole countered, grabbing Joaquin’s left cheek in one hand and squeezing it while brining two rapid fire spanks down on it with his spare hand. ‘And I’ve got a lot more tricks up my sleeve too.’

Joaquin let out a cry of pain and felt himself blush intensely as he looked down and saw that his cock was hardening again after the initial shock of the pain had made him go soft.

‘I’m done, I’ll talk,’ Joaquin said, his voice full of breathless panic as he covered his cock and pulled his briefs up.

‘Not so fast,’ Cole replied. ‘We’ll talk. But first I need to make sure that this red little butt has its fair share of cooling cream.’

Joaquin gasped and felt his cock press up against his own palms as Cole pulled a tube of cream from his pocket and squirted a thick blast over his flaming hot butt cheeks.

Fuck, that feels good.

So cool, so…

No. I hate it. I hate all of it.

But as much as he was wrestling with his response to the spanking and now the aftercare, Joaquin knew that Cole’s hands were delivering exactly what his ass needed.

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