Page 22 of Bet On It

Ty had never cleaned up the dishes so fast in his life. Five minutes later, he was standing outside of Spencer’s room, too excited to care that he was completely naked. He knocked on the door, and his knees nearly gave out when Spencer opened it, also completely naked. Grabbing Ty by the cock, Spencer pulled him in the room and shut the door.

Only the light from the bedside lamps illuminated the room with a soft glow. On Spencer’s closet door, there was a triangular contraption hanging from a high hook that Spencer usually hung his bathrobe from. There were two chains; one end of each chain connected at the top by the center hook. The other ends of the chains came out and connected to opposite ends of a bar, forming a triangle. Attached to the bar, also on either end, were handcuffs, and in the center of the bar was a collar. All of Ty’s confidence drained as he looked at this thing he knew he was meant to be put in.

“Uh?”

“Do you trust me?” Spencer asked, his lips brushing Ty’s ear, his chest pressed to Ty’s back.

“Um…”

“Do. You. Trust. Me?” He repeated the words, the force in his voice sending pulses of stimulation racing right between Ty’s legs.

“Yeah.”

“What was that?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

“I’ve seen it, Ty. I’ve seen the look in your eye when I give you an order. You follow your instincts, and your instincts have been telling you how much you love to submit…to me. Do you agree?”

Spencer used his body behind Ty to move him over to the metal and leather nightmare. He pushed Ty until he was facing the closet door with the bar behind his neck. “Raise your arms.”

Ty looked over his shoulder at Spencer, and he shivered from the tone of the command.

“There it is. There’s the look.” Spencer waited for Ty to make the decision they both knew he would.

Ty’s pulse was racing, but the bottom line was, he did trust this man completely—and holy fuck did he want to submit to him. Raising his arms, he started to tremble as Spencer closed the first cuff around his wrist then the second. Spencer took his time buckling the collar around Ty’s neck, and Ty was grateful for it. It wasn’t too tight, but he felt the restriction. It freaked him out while making him hard as a fucking rock to know he was at Spencer’s mercy. He couldn’t move his hands or head, and the chains kept him close to the door. He heard Spencer walk over to his bed and pick something up.

When Spencer was once again behind him, he said, “Tell me your safewords, Ty.”

Ty swallowed hard, his mouth so incredibly dry. Licking his lips, he said, “Peachy, yellow, and red.”

“And what are you now?”

He couldn’t look down at his cock because of the contraption, but he didn’t need to. He released a trembling breath and said, “Peachy.” The word flowed so easily from his lips it surprised him. He didn’t overthink; just like Spencer had said, he followed his instincts. And his instincts were telling him he wanted this.

“Good. I think I need to try another approach since nothing else seems to sink in. For some reason, you can’t seem to grasp that there’s nothing wrong with feeling the way we do.” Ty felt something slide across his ass—a wide, hard, flat surface. Spencer went to his side and held up a wooden paddle. “You want out, you say the word,” Spencer reminded him.

“Yes, Sir,” Ty whispered, know Spencer needed clarification that Ty was still with him.

“You’ll count each spank until I hear you say it.”

Before Ty could ask what it was, he felt the first blow. The paddle landed on his right ass cheek, stinging as it made contact. “Shit!” he yelled out, the sting echoing on his round cheek. He felt Spencer’s hand smooth over the tender spot. “Count, Ty.”

“One,” he said, his voice shaking.

“I want to hear you say it,” Spencer growled before the paddle landed on his left cheek this time.

“Two… Say what?” Ty managed, the burning sensation on both sides overwhelming him. He’d never been spanked before, had never even thought about it. Right now…he wanted more.

The paddle hit again on the right, followed by Spencer’s soft hand sweeping over the sore spot and Ty yelling out three. “You need to resolve this conflict in your head. I want to hear you say it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Ty’s rapid breathing was making him lightheaded. His cock was so hard he thought it would break in half. He braced himself as he felt the next impact on the line between his left thigh and ass. “Four.”

“Tell me you crave this,” Spencer whispered in his ear, teeth clenched and voice dangerous as he slipped a finger between Ty’s smarting ass cheeks and brushed over his hole. Spencer quickly removed his finger and smacked Ty with his bare hand this time, the zing loud in the otherwise quiet room. Immediately after, Spencer ran his hand up Ty’s ass crack and back down. “Count.”

“I…I can’t think…I…five?”

Spencer brought the paddle back down on Ty’s stinging ass. “Say it!”

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