Page 109 of Ours
“Let’s do this.” He stood.
“Atta boy.” Carl smiled before turning and leading the way to the playroom.
The door at the end of the hall was open, a dim light spilling out onto the carpet. Carl pushed the door the rest of the way open as he walked in with Nic behind him, revealing Derek pointing out a few of the implements hanging on the wall to Cory—namely a couple of paddles. The two turned around when they heard Carl entering.
“Hey, Sir, just showing him some of the—” Derek stopped mid-sentence when he saw Nic standing there. “Oh. Hey, man.” He and Cory had both figured he’d be looking for any excuse to get out of here.
Nic nodded his head in Derek’s direction but said nothing. He didn’t know whattosay. He was taken back by the scope of the room. It was big. And full of … stuff. Stuff Nic had never seen before. He looked around wide-eyed at the whips and floggers hanging from the wall, the cuffs and ropes on a table, the leather benches he could only imagine were at the perfect height to bend someone over. There was even a giant wooden cross against the far wall… Nic swallowed dryly. He suddenly didn’t know what to do with his hands. Did he usually stick them in his pocket or…?
Carl, sensing that Nic was overwhelmed and figuring it was possible that he would just be watching this time around, pushed ahead with his original plan.
“Like what you see boy?” Carl directed the question at Cory.
“Yes, sir.” Cory nodded. “You have a really awesome playroom.” Cory was in awe of the treasure trove of toys surrounding him, things he’d only fantasized about using before.
“You tend to amass a collection over the years.” Carl walked over to the pair, running his hand along a leather bench before standing next to the two boys. “Not having any children helps. A lot more disposable income. So, I know what I’ve got planned, but was there anything in the room that caught your eye?” He gave Cory a wink.
“Um…” Cory looked down, blushing and muttering. “Maybe the fuck machine…?”
“Oh yeah?” Carl let out a little laugh. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for something like that, but we’ll work you up to it.” He looked from Cory to Derek, then behind him at the still silent Nic. “You boys ready to start?”
Derek and Cory looked at each other before nodding.
“Alright, come on over here, boy.” Carl led Cory to one of the leather benches. He reached underneath and adjusted its height until the top of it was at Cory’s waist. At the opposite end were a pair of D-rings, hinting at what was to come. Carl walked over to a set of drawers against the wall, opening one and fishing out a set of cuffs identical to the pair Derek had purchased from Good Vibrations months before. He held them in front of Cory. “Remember these?”
“Yes, sir.” Cory smiled. He had some fond memories of those cuffs.
“Good. Now strip,” Carl ordered.
Caught off guard for only a second, Cory began removing his clothing until he was only in his jockstrap, folding them on anearby chair and returning to Carl. Taking him by the shoulder, Carl guided Cory to face the bench, gently pressing on his back to bend him over. He whistled, taking the opportunity to give Cory’s ass a squeeze before moving to the other side of the bench.
“Derek, come over here and help me tie your boy down.” Carl grasped Cory’s left wrist, securing one of the cuffs. As Carl stretched Cory’s arm toward the D-ring on his side of the bench, Derek followed suit with his right, using the provided carabiner to hold Cory in place. Cory obliged the two doms, breathing in the scent of the leather as he laid his head to the side against the bench.
“Good boys.” Carl gave Cory’s ass an affectionate pat. “Now, according to what Derek’s told me, the last time you were on the receiving end of a spanking, you seemed to enjoy it more than just a little. That right?”
Cory’s body flushed slightly, remembering the night of his punishment in the cabin, the dual spanking he had received from Derek and Nic, and the amazing sex they had right after.
“Yes, sir.” He bit his lip.
“Good.” Carl gave Cory’s round butt a quick smack. “In a minute, I’m going to go get some toys off the wall there and show these two how to use them on you. But before we get to that, what’s your safeword, boy?”
Cory snorted loudly a moment before he and Derek cracked up. Carl looked around confused and turned to Nic, who took a second to realize what they were laughing at.
“Fuck you guys.” He turned to Carl to answer his unspoken question. “It’sbacon,” he gritted.
“Ooo-kay.” Carl turned back to the two laughing boys who were catching their breaths. “There’s a story there I’m gonna wanna hear about later. But moving along—your safeword is ‘bacon.’ You say that at any time, and we stop everything. But if you justneed a breather or just want to slow down for a minute, I want you to say ‘yellow.’ Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Cory nodded as best he could in his trussed-up state. “Bacon and yellow.”
“Good boy.” Carl walked over to the wall, retrieving a medium sized leather paddle—not quite a frat paddle but bigger than one for ping pong. He walked back to Cory and laid the cool piece of leather across his ass as he began speaking to Derek and Nic. “Now, with paddles, unless the sub is one more into pain—which I don’t think Cory is—you’d generally want to save a wooden paddle for punishment. Leather is softer and has a lot of flexibility in how you use it.” He grasped the paddle by the handle again and rubbed it around Cory’s ass slowly before giving it a few teasing taps.
“You want to start slowly. Since we’re going to be using a few different things, we’re just gonna make this ass a little pinker for now.” As he finished speaking, Carl drew the leather back before bringing it down smoothly onto Cory’s left cheek, a lightsmackfollowed by a small yelp of surprise from Cory. Carl repeated the action on the right and then quickly peppered the flesh before him with four more hits.
“Derek.” Carl nodded the dom-in-training over, giving Cory a chance to breathe as he showed Derek how to hold and swing the paddle. “Alright, give him a few. Spread them around. Don’t focus on one area for too long.” Carl stroked a hand over Cory’s slightly pinkened posterior, earning him a shiver as the sensitive skin was stroked. “It’s less about the pain and more about making the skin feel sensitive. Then you can have more fun with it later.” He gave a not-so-gentle squeeze, eliciting a whimper. “Go ahead.”
Derek was overly cautious his first few swings, the paddle landing with little more than a gentle thud. When he finally found the right amount of force to use, he was rewarded with anicesmackreverberating from Cory’s rump and a whimper from his mouth. Smiling to himself, Derek matched what he had seen Carl do moments ago, spreading the paddle’s slaps across Cory’s skin.
Cory squirmed as he was paddled, eachthwackof the leather making him jump. It stung, but only a little, and the longer it went on, the duller it felt. He could hear but couldn’t stop the mewling coming from his mouth. He was thankful for the wrist cuffs because he wasn’t sure he would have been able to control his hands. And he certainly wasn’t able to control his cock, which he felt slowly filling up as his ass was assaulted.
