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Larry jolted and Bo did it again, then a third time before he gotup and dragged Larry, now kicking and fighting him, over to the spanking bench.
Larry wanted hard, he wanted anger and he wanted release, albeit not of the sexual kind.
Bo would give him all that he was asking for.
They started at the bench, with Bo having to pin Larry down over it. That meant, rather than spanking Larry’s ass, Bo pinched and slapped at him, working up marks that would remainfor days, as Larry had requested.
Larry fought him, bruising Bo in return, but not once did Larry speak his safe words for slowing down or stopping. He only asked for more.
Bo was big, muscular, tough. He could handle the kicking and hitting, but that didn’t mean he liked it. After nearly getting nutted, he roared beside Larry’s ear, and was delighted by the way Larry went still.
At least,Larry went still long enough for Bo to plant one hand on the small of his back, fit himself between Larry’s legs and start spanking the hell out of him.
With every burning swat, Larry cursed him. Bo spanked him until it was clear that wasn’t enough. Then he wrestled Larry into the restraints on the bench—safer than trusting Larry to be still when he was working through so much anger—and wentto fetch the cane.
“You haven’t done enough,” Larry was griping, trying to squirm in the restraints.
Bo had him latched at the ankles, wrists, chest, waist and mid-thighs. “You know you’ve got more coming, boy.”
“Thank you.”
Bo almost tripped walking to the counter. He’d expected more fight out of Larry, but was glad Larry seemed to be getting to where he needed to be.
“You’re welcome.” Botook out a vial of arnica, his rattan cane and a bottle of organic skin cleanser pads he made and carried with him for sessions like these. He set the items down on the table by the spanking bench. “Water?”
Larry nodded.
Bo got a bottle of water, and itwasawkward, but he managed to get Larry hydrated.
Then he capped the bottle, picked up his cane and dragged the tip of it down Larry’s spine.
Larry’s eyes rolled back. “Please.”
“Please what?” Bo asked, pressing the tip of the cane against the divot above Larry’s left ass cheek.
“Please hit me,” Larry said. “Please make me scream.”
Bo would have liked to ask why Larry wanted to scream, but there wasn’t always a single answer or a bad reason. Sometimes, a sub just needed pain. Larry wasn’t his sub except for this one session, andBo didn’t think that gave him the right to pry.Now, if Larry were mine—
Bo stopped that train of thought and tapped Larry on one buttock. “You did some damage to me with all your fighting.”
Larry didn’t open his eyes, but his mouth curved in a small smile. “And you liked it.”
Bohadliked it. Not getting hurt, he wasn’t a masochist at all. He hadn’t known he’d love having a sub fight him likethat until tonight.
But rather than agree, he let his actions speak for him.
The whistling sound the cane made as Bo swung it sent anticipation rushing through him.Thismade him feel more alive than almost anything else. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that rejoiced, but the man, as well, because Larry was trusting him in a way few people would—in a way Bo doubted Larry had trusted himselfto many other people.
As the cane landed and Larry yelped, Bo let go of his worries. He focused on Larry, on what he needed, and escaped from his own troubles as he hopefully freed Larry from some of his.
