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Derek retrieved and tossed a bottle to Carl, who opened it and helped Cory lean up to drink.
“Mmmhhh.” Cory’s eyes fluttered open as he stretched and then relaxed his arms.
“How you feeling, boy?” Carl asked as Cory came to his senses.
“Good. Warm. Horny.” Cory’s relaxed state gave him no reason to answer anything but honestly.
“I bet. Did you enjoy that?” Carl asked as he walked back around to Cory’s back end.
“Yes, sir,” Cory said dreamily.
“Good.” Carl rubbed his back. “You just relax and finish your water.”
“Now boys,” Carl continued his lesson with Derek and Nic. “Something I know you’ve not been doing any of is aftercare. Aftercare is a very important part ofeverykink scene. Whenever you finish up a scene, no matter how ‘light’ it may have seemed, you need to take a moment—for your subandyourself—and check in with each other.”
“Sometimes, when a scene getstoointense, it can leave a mark on you. And I’m not talking about the flogger,” Carl joked, helping Cory to more water. “All the endorphins and adrenaline can mask serious injuries, not to mention that the sudden drop in both can have your body shaking with chills. And that’s not even getting into the mental and emotional issues that can happen.”
“Fuck, what kind of stuff do you think we’re into?” Nic was offended by the implication. “It’s not like we’re gonna do something dangerous.”
“It doesn’t have to be dangerous. Think about it,” Carl continued. “You spend an hour or two being degraded and abused, even if they are things youlove, they are still going to affect you. And I’m serious about this being for the dom as much as it is the sub, because doing the degrading and abusing can be just as hazardous. You need to be just as careful with yourself.”
“That’s why you’re always making us take those breaks during training, even when I tell you I feel fine,” Derek wonders aloud.
“Exactly.” Carl nods his head. “The most important thing is that you communicate. You have to be honest and tell each other how you are feeling, or else you won’t be able to take care of each other properly. Understand?”
“Understood.”
“Got it,” both tops agreed in unison.
“Now then, how are you feeling, boy?” Carl asked Cory.
“Good, sir,” Cory answered. “I think I’m ready for more.”
“Perfect.” Carl walked around to Cory’s rear. “Now, don’t move a muscle.”
Carl suddenly took a kneeling position behind Cory, an action which had both Nic and Derek tilting their heads curiously. He then placed both hands on either side of Cory’s ass, spread him wide, and dove face first at his hole. Time to show these boys how it was done.
Cory yelped loudly as he felt Carl’s wet tongue swipe across his hole. His hands scrabbled at the bench, unsure of whether he was trying to get away or push himself back farther. Not that it mattered because Carl’s hands spreading him open were also holding him in place. Cory wasn’t even able to form words. Every time he opened his mouth, he moaned.
Carl lapped his tongue over Cory’s hole in slow repeated movements. He held the boy steady as he squirmed, the sensations no doubt driving him wild. Carl sensed that he hadn’t been rimmed before, and he was happy to be the first. He held the boy’s ass firmly, squeezing just enough to make the sting from the paddling and flogging apparent. This wasn’t just for Cory’s benefit—he needed to show Derek and Nic the proper way to do this. He started off nice and slow, running his tongue around the rim of Cory’s hole.
Cory tried relaxing into the bench, able to do little else. It wasn’t easy. Every movement of Carl’s tongue felt like electricity on his hole. His cock throbbed between his legs. This felt so fucking good. Carl’s beard scratched against his ass as he worked his tongue, made all the more apparent by his sore and sensitive ass. And then he felt Carl’s tongue goinsideof him.
Carl grinned as best as he could with his tongue buried in Cory’s ass. The boy made a near-inhuman noise as Carl began to slowly tongue-fuck his hole. Carl slowly pumped his tongue in and out, stopping to lick across the outside here and there. Cory was practically a puddle, and with one final swipe of the tongue, Carl stood.
“You like that, boy?” he asked, wiping the spit from his beard.
“Uh-huh,” Cory agreed, still splayed out across the bench.
“I’m guessing neither of you has ever done that for him?” Carl turned to Nic and Derek, who after watching Carl’s “practical” display were standing slack-jawed and stiff-dicked. They hadn’t even considered doing something like that to Cory before or what it might be like to see in action. Derek knew from personal experience that it felt great, and though he’d never admit it, Nic was curious about what it felt like himself.
“Uh… no,” Derek answered for them both. “It’s pretty much always been him on us.”
“That seem very fair to you?” Carl knew they knew the answer.
“I guess not, but…” Nic was reasoning with himself more than Carl. “It just never really worked out that way. I don’t exactly wanna suck a dick.”
“Not talking about sucking dick.” Carl cocked an eyebrow. “You’ve never eaten the ass of one of the girls you’ve fucked?”
