Page 9 of Finding His Forever

It took a herculean effort to move one set of fingers until he heard the jingle of the clapper against brass. He was stoned out of his mind—a high he doubted any drug could duplicate for him, not that he would try to find it outside the realm of the BDSM community. He’d seen a few EMTs, medics, cops, and firefighters tank their careers after falling victim to addiction. Two EMTs he’d known lost their lives to accidental overdoses. No, drugs weren’t for him. But this . . . this pain-induced pleasure eased his stress, relaxing him, anchoring him.

The headphone was replaced, returning him to the silence only interrupted by the sounds of his own body. He sniffled, panted, slurped, and gulped—each action as loud as fireworks exploding in the summer sky. With every beat of his heart, he could hear the blood hurtling through his arteries and veins. His pulse thumped in his ears as his cock throbbed in time.

Matthew never heard the swish of the cane, and the slap was barely audible, but oh, how he felt it. It caught him off-guard, causing a grunt to burst from his chest. A white-hot line searedacross the middle of his ass, the heat spreading like wildfire up his back and down his legs. The cane was held against his skin, letting his body absorb the sting accompanying the implement. It took a few seconds for the gratifying pain to follow, and Matthew savored it as it took hold and cocooned him.

The next strike landed on his sit-spot, right below his ass. His scream was muffled but undoubtedly loud enough to be heard over the room’s intercom by whoever observed the scene in the hallway. Involuntarily, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet but immediately brought his heels back down again. The tears he’d held back until then now flowed in rivulets down his cheeks. His jaw ached from trying to clench down, which the gag prevented him from doing.

Master Del expertly established a rhythm of his own making that soon had Matthew plummeting down a euphoric rabbit hole. The cane bounced off his ass or upper thighs after some of the strokes, while others lingered against his burning flesh. There was no pattern he could discern which was his preference. He liked being kept on edge, not knowing the strength behind the next strike or where it would land.

His tears soaked the blindfold while snot dripped from his upper lip. Saliva rolled off his chin, splashing onto his chest. His cock wept with the need to come as his ass and thighs burned bright. His throat was sore from his stifled screams. He didn’t care about any of that because the need for the cathartic release he chased trumped everything.

He clutched the bells tightly in his hands, desperately not wanting them to drop, causing the scene to end far too soon.

Again, he didn’t realize Master Del had stopped until the headphones were removed, this time, completely. “You take the cane beautifully, pup. What’s your color? One bell for green, two for yellow, drop them for red.”

It took all Matthew’s concentration to ring the bell in his right hand. A hiss escaped around the curves of the ball gag as the Dom caressed the abused flesh of Matthew’s ass. “Mmm. I love seeing my welts on your skin. Can you handle a few more before I fuck you senseless?”

If Matthew could speak, he would’ve said he was already senseless, but since that wasn’t an option, he wiggled his fingers on one hand, letting the bell answer for him.

“Perfect.”

The headphones remained off, and Master Del also removed the ball gag, but the blindfold stayed in place. Matthew sensed, more than heard, the Dom step away from him. “Three more. I want you to count the first two out loud for me.”

When he tried to respond verbally, it took a moment to get his mouth, tongue, and throat working again. His voice was raspy when he finally croaked, “Yes, Captain Del.”

“Good boy.”

Despite losing the headphones, he still didn’t hear the swish of the cane before it hit just below his sit-spot. His yelp was followed by, “One, Sir!”

Adrenaline resulting from the pleasure/pain flooded his body. If anything touched his cock right then, he’d go off like a rocket.

Thwack!

That one landed on his upper ass, spiraling him further into subspace. “Yes! Two, Sir!” His mind registered the words he didn’t realize he’d spoken.

“Last one, pup. Scream for me. Let them hear you upstairs in the bar.”

Thwack!

Just below mid-center, the cane scorched his ass cheeks. A high-pitched screech ripped from his chest. His tortured fleshwas consumed by lava, heating the blood rushing to his dick. He couldn’t focus on anything else but the need to come.

Matthew cried out again when Master Del’s naked body pressed against his. He had no idea when the man had stripped out of his leathers and boots, but he didn’t care. “Please, Sir. Please, Captain Del. I need…”

“I know what you need, Matthew, and I’m going to give it to you.”

His flaming cheeks were separated, and two fingers coated more lube over his hole. Matthew gasped for air and pleaded for relief. The digits were replaced by the tip of the Dom’s condom-covered cock. Matthew’s body greedily sucked the other man in. It took two or three thrusts before Master Del bottomed out, his hot skin and the hairs covering his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs abrading the welts he’d left on Matthew. The contact was a welcome torture to the masochist.

Master Del growled in his ear. “Fuck, baby. So tight. You got me so worked up, I won’t last long.”

“M-me either, Sir. Please.”

“Come whenever you need to.”

The Dom retreated and thrust forward—hard. Again. And again, rubbing against Matthew’s prostate. Each plunge brought him closer to the edge until his orgasm hit him with the strength of a tsunami. The wave catapulted him into the star-filled galaxy surrounding them, spinning weightlessly through space. His mind went completely blank as streams of cum painted his abdomen. Behind him, Master Del stiffened and roared his own release.

Matthew’s legs gave out—the only things still holding him up were the restraints and being sandwiched between Master Del’s delicious form and the leather-covered padded cross. He sucked in lungfuls of air, trying to sate his body’s need to replenish the oxygen it was suddenly lacking. The Dom’s heavy gasps nearMatthew’s ear said he was trying to recover from the intense experience as well.

Time seemed to speed up and slow down simultaneously—like they were in some wormhole in the space-time continuum. Matthew wasn’t sure how many seconds, minutes, or even hours passed before Master Del pulled out, took the bells away, and began releasing the restraints. The strap across Matthew’s waist was the last to go, and before he could step away from the cross, Master Del swept him up in his arms and carried him across the room to the large bed. Setting him on his feet again, Master Del instructed, “Lay on your stomach, pup.”

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