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Larry whimpered as he snuggled in closer to Bo. He loved the way Bo tasted, and he was excited because he knew what was coming. A goodcaning, then, later, when they were at Bo’s or Larry’s place, they’d both be coming.
Bo bit Larry’s bottom lip, the sting not small, not too much, either.
Bo pulled back. “I’ve got the key. Room three. Go get ready for me. Nude, kneeling, ready to beg for what you want. I’m going to grab us some water and pay the tab.”
Larry’s heart thudded. “Yes, Sir.”
Bo smiled. “Good boy.”
Larry reallyhad to work at making himself walk, not run, to room three. Once inside, he delighted in tormenting himself by taking his time while removing his clothes. Larry folded them before assuming his position on the floor. He waited for his Master.
Don’t panic. He’s my Master for this scene. He deserves respect.
Larry took a few deep calming breaths, releasing every one of them to a count of eight.By the time Bo opened the door, Larry’s nerves were settled and he was calm.
“What a pretty boy,” Bo stated. “You’ve got exquisite submission when you choose to give it.”
“Thank you,” Larry swallowed, “Master.”
Bo rumbled with what sounded like pleasure.
Larry heard the bottles of water being set on the counter, the crinkle-sound they made unmistakable.
Then Bo was there, his boots in view,and a second later, he grabbed a handful of Larry’s hair and pulled, forcing his head back. “Look at me.”
Larry did and his heart raced.
“What are your safe words?” Bo prodded.
“Red to stop, yellow to pause, green to go,” Larry enunciated.
“You will use them as needed,” Bo stated. “We’re learning what each other likes. I don’t want to push you too far because you want to please me.”
Larryalmost snorted. Hedidwant to please Bo, but he also wanted the pain to reach the part of him that craved it, that held in his worries and regrets and fears. The pain would blend into pleasure and a sort of release that wasn’t sexual at all but was as pleasurable as most orgasms Larry had experienced.
Bo tightened his grip and growled, prompting Larry to answer, “Yes, Master.”
With that agreementmade, Bo jerked, and Larry came up, tears stinging his eyes as his scalp burned.
“Color?” Bo snapped.
“Green, Master. Very green—” Larry’s breath stuttered as Bo pulled harder on his hair.
“I read your list of limits,” Bo said, turning Larry’s head to the left. “No blood play, no water sports or scat, no permanent marks. Are you sure you don’t want to add anything to that?”
“No, Master,” Larrywhispered, excitement building in him.
Bo leaned close, then closer still, and he bit Larry’s cheek hard enough to hurt, though Bo didn’t break the skin. “You want to fight me or be a good boy and follow my orders?”
Larry smirked despite the grip on his hair and the pain in his cheek. “Can’t I do both?”
Bo hissed and forced Larry’s head back, arching his neck. “How rough?”
“You saw my hardlimits,” Larry pointed out. “That part is up to you, Master. As long as I’m not punched, well, not in the face, I’m willing to—”
He didn’t get another word out because Bo pinched Larry’s left nipple, twisting it.
“Yes, thank you, Master,” Larry managed, then he bared his teeth and reached for Bo.
Letting himself go was something Larry hadn’t ever done with anyone. He’d fought Bo the first timejust because he’d felt the need to do so, and as a means to test Bo, to see what kind of Dom he was. This time, Larry did it knowing Bo would meet his needs and take care of him.
It wasn’t fighting. Larry did shove and kick and scratch, albeit not deep enough to draw blood. He yelled and cursed and enjoyed every second of the battle. He was free to let all of his need out, and Bo was there tokeep him safe.
