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Chapter Eight
When Larry had arrived at the club, Bo’s mouth had started watering. The man looked incredible, all hipster-scruff but still groomed, sexy and strong and gorgeous.
Now, Larry was fighting him, pushing Bo, moaning when Bo slapped his ass or pinched him.
Bo twirled him, and as Larry yelped, Bo turned him around and plopped him over the spanking bench. He spanked Larry’salready red ass, then danced away from a kick before returning and all but lying over Larry.
“I’m going to cuff you in and beat your ass, boy.”
“Yes, please,” Larry rasped, though he kept kicking and squirming and fighting.
Bo was going to have a few bruises, but that suited him, the whole scene, the man in it with him. Whatever it took, Bo was going to make a relationship between him and Larrywork.
With that silent vow made, Bo roared and used his strength to overpower Larry. He had Larry buckled in, with his cock and balls positioned so they weren’t being squashed. Larry was held still in little time at all.
“Water?” he asked, because he was dying of thirst. Larry had to feel the same way after the fight he’d put up.
“Please,” Larry whispered.
Bo fetched a bottle of water. Heuncapped it, then held the bottle to Larry’s lips.
“Color?” Bo checked again.
“Green, Master,” Larry answered. “A bright, shiny, vibrant green.”
Bo grinned and returned the bottle to the counter. “Good. Your ass is red and you have marks all over. You look…perfect. Well, almost. A few stripes from the cane…”
Larry whimpered and tried to squirm, but strapped down as he was, he had little room.
Bo chuckled and went to retrieve the cane he’d left out. With the scene planned between them ahead of time, Bo had arrived early and set the room up.
Now Bo had his cane, the one Larry had enjoyed so much before—and Bo had enjoyed using it. Bo swung it through the air a couple of times and was thrilled with Larry’s needy whimper.
“Don’t worry, boy. I’ve got what you need.” Bo strode over tostand behind Larry. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
“Yes, Master, but it won’t be,” Larry claimed.
Bo knew it wouldn’t be, not this time. Hewouldpush Larry, see what boundaries could be broadened. That was for a time when they were better acquainted, however.
“Count them.” With that, Bo let fly, the cane landing a perfect blow across the middle of Larry’s ass.
“One!” Larry shouted. “Oh,oh, God!”
Bo caned Larry’s ass and left a stripe across the top of his legs, right under his butt cheeks.
There was a connection between them. Bo could feel it like he felt each breath he took. He knew Larry’s moans, his cries, his twitches. Bo had never experienced anything like it before, and he hoped, believed, that Larry felt it too.
Larry sobbed and Bo added another swat. He set the caneaside. “That’s enough,” he said. “You did very well, Larry. Such a good boy.”
Bo murmured more praises as he unfastened buckles and rubbed sore spots. “Never seen a sub like you, Larry. So gracious and strong. So perfect.”
Larry was limp, almost as if he’d climaxed. He let Bo clean him, then move him. Bo cradled Larry in his arms as Larry rested his head against Bo’s chest. Larry’s ass was goingto be sore for days.
“Maybe we should go back to my place and rest,” Bo offered. He wanted Larry but could wait.
Larry raised his head and glared. “No. I mean, yes to your place, but no to resting.”
Bo arched an eyebrow at him, or tried to. The leather mask interfered with that particular movement. “You want me to fuck you?”
