Page 36 of Capturing Perfection

“You keep your arms there.”

Logan gripped one hand around the wrist of the other arm to keep his position steady.

Clay stood behind Logan and placed his lips at the microphone of the speech processor behind Logan’s right ear. “You were bad, Logan. Do you know what you did wrong?”

“I … I…” Logan swallowed. What had he done? What was Clay looking for? He thought about when he’d first come home. “I slammed the front door open and scared you into grabbing your gun?”

“Yes, that was very naughty. I could have hurt you. What else did you do, Logan?”

Logan racked his brain for more indictments. “I didn’t kiss you hello?”

Clay completed the circle around Logan’s body. “And?”

“Umm…” He stared into Clay’s eyes. The steel had turned molten, and Clay’s nostrils flared as his head tilted and his nose slid down Logan’s neck. Logan was having difficulty concentrating. Clay’s deep, commanding voice excited the blood coursing through Logan’s body. The pouch of his jock trapped his hard cock, and he had no way of relieving the pressure. A device designed by evil individuals confined him. The support and security it provided while working out had turned into a tortuous prison. The pain caused a degree of panic, and he pleaded with Clay for freedom with his eyes. He whimpered as Clay’s finger caressed his trapped erection.

“Logan? Only the truth can set you free.”

“I … um … I…”Shit what else! Oh yeah.“I gave you lip when you tried to help me?”Please let that be it, please.

Clay reached inside and lifted Logan’s bent cock so it stood straight against his stomach. “Very good.”

Oh thank you, God!It was so much better—even if he looked a little ridiculous with the head of his cock sticking out of the top of waistband as if it were a missile preparing to launch.

“Now, I believe those bad behaviors of yours call for some punishment. You can’t expect to act that way and not pay the price, now can you?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

Clay’s voice held the same steel of every commanding officer Logan had ever served under. He’d never confessed to Clay about his occasional fantasies of servicing an officer, but it seemsonce again Clay had tapped directly into Logan’s desires to give him what he needed.

“No, Sir.”

“That’s better.”

Logan compliantly followed Clay when the man pulled him back to the bench press by his waistband. He tensed, waiting for the snap of the elastic against his hypersensitive skin, but released a long breath when Clay gently let the material rest without pain. Clay adjusted the angle of the bench in a decline position.

“Step around the rear of the frame and lay on the bench Logan. Let your arms hang over the leg support and grip the bar with both hands.”

He did as told, placing his body at an upward forty-five degree angle. He braced his legs on either side of the bench to keep his balance and open his body for Clay’s ministrations. He looked over his shoulder, trying to see what Clay was up to, but couldn’t see him. However, he refused to break position to get a better look. He rested his head on the end of the bench. His breathing slowed, even as his blood accelerated through his veins. A soft strip of material appeared in front of him and covered his eyes. The darkness only heightened the rest of his senses.

“Okay, love?” Clay whispered.

Logan eagerly nodded his head. They were playing, but Clay always took care of him.

Always made sure he felt safe.

“Now about this punishment. I believe ten swats should suffice.”

Logan braced for the first smack but was startled when, instead of the sharp crack of Clay’s palm, he instead felt a soft caress on both cheeks of his exposed rear. He moaned and arched back into the touch. A soft kiss landed on the back of his neck and one long finger traced the ridges of his spine,continuing down between the cleft of his ass. The tip grazed his entrance, and Logan sought more only to jerk forward, yelping, as pain blossomed with the first spank from Clay’s hand. He imagined the bright pink shape of Clay’s hand on his skin and used the image to feed his desire. Another smack landed on the opposite side, followed by a kiss to the small of his back. The contrary sensations kept him from become acquiescent. Each smack on his skin increased his craving. His moans echoed in the room. His cock leaked onto the vinyl of the seat, as he pressed against the support. His mind cleared of all the clutter, as he let Clay take him away.

“How many is that, Logan?”

“Um…”

Another hard smack, the strongest yet, made him cry out.

“Logan! How many?”

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