Page 203 of The Protective Gryphen

“Do you want more, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, suspecting this was something he’d like. After all, twice he’d joked about it, and when people joked, they were testing the water.

Ian couldn’t believe he was this aroused from being spanked, since it seemed so ridiculous for a man to put his hands on his ass like this, but he was.

It was more like cupping, and it was making him wild.

“God. Yes. Please. More, my Lord,” he whispered, never feeling like this before.

“Oh, you’re so hard, Ian. Someone likes being spanked. Maybe we do this every day. Maybe when you need a spanking, I just give you one.”

He moaned again.

“Oh, please, yes,” he whispered, as he was ten smacks in, and his balls had tucked up and were screaming to be milked.

Again.

With his cherry red ass, Gryphen’s dick was now even harder. Just when he thought he’d slow down, the man did something so erotic like beg for a spanking.

When he delivered the last swat, he stood him up, and made him stand in front of him, his red ass burning.

“Hands on the table behind you,” he ordered.

Ian complied.

It bent him back a little, arching his back, as his dick was now more prevalent.

And right there for Gryphen’s pleasure.

When he began blowing Ian, his mouth moving slowly up and down his erection, again, the man shook.

Ian watched as he worked his erection.

When he reached for him, Gryphen stopped him from touching him. Instead, he stood, turning him around.

His mouth was by his ear, as he was pressed to his body.

“You don’t get to touch me unless I give you permission. So, now you need to be punished.”

Taking the tartan scarf that was nearby, he tied his hands behind his back, and bent him over the table.

“Fuck, this is going to kill me,” Ian whispered. “More,” he begged.

When Gryphen landed his hand on his ass again and again, Ian was wild.

After five he stopped.

“Please. More,” he begged. “Teach me the rules,” he whispered, his dick so hard that he wanted to cum.

Gryphen heard him, and his own cock strained against the kilt. The idea of them living like this made his body ache for it each and every day.

He slapped his ass harder, and Ian moaned. It set off shockwaves in both of them.

On the next one, Ian actually came without anyone touching his dick.

“I’m cumming, my Lord,” he shouted, as cum exploded from him, splashing onto the floor.

When Gryphen dropped to his knees, and began leaving kisses on his reddened ass, Ian moaned.

“This is who I am,” he whispered. “I hope you’ll love him as much as the old Ian because I can’t go back. The door has been opened.”

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