Page 110 of Ours
“Alright, let him breathe for a second,” Carl directed before gently rubbing his hand across Cory’s abused butt, making him suck in his breath sharply. “See? Nice and warmed up.”
Derek followed suit, smiling as he noted the heat of the flesh in his hand and eliciting further whimpers from Cory. He ran his fingertips across Cory’s flank, teasing the boy as he felt the warm throb of his ass. He stroked his fingers down the crack of Cory’s ass, not quite reaching his hole, and Cory tried to push back onto them.
“Alright, he’s ready for a few more.” Carl chuckled.
Derek resumed striking Cory’s ass with the paddle, swatting him a dozen more times before pausing to give Cory another breather. As he played with Cory’s ass once more, Carl turned to Nic.
“You wanna give it a shot?” he asked, Nic looking a little less like a deer in headlights now.
“Yeah. Sure.” Nic nodded his head, talking to himself more than Carl.
He stepped forward and reached for the paddle, feeling the weight of it in his hand. As he got into place, Derek stepped to the side to give him some room to work. Nic took aim, almostlike he was practicing a golf swing, before he made the firstsmack.
Cory yelped softly in surprise, and Nic would be lying if he said that sound didn’t make his dick twitch. Grinning, he drew the paddle back and gave him another. And another.
“Mmmf.” Cory whined as his ass was once more paddled.
After a few more strikes, that dull, warm feeling started to return. His dick was still half hard, and it felt like it had been leaking. A fog started to gather in Cory’s head, the rhythm of Nic’s strikes causing him to zone out. He didn’t even realize Nic had stopped until he felt a hand stroking his back.
“You doing alright, boy?” Carl asked gently as he brought Cory’s mind back to the surface.
“Mmmm. Yes, sir,” Cory answered almost sleepily. He was doing pretty good right now. His ass throbbed, but it wasn’t an entirely bad feeling. Everything felt warm.
“You did good, boy,” Carl praised. “Going to let you rest a minute before we try something else.”
Carl returned the paddle to its spot on the wall before turning to Derek and Nic, who had taken a spot next to Cory, each with a hand on him, stroking from back to ass. Carl smiled and turned back to the wall, this time removing a short black flogger. Before walking back over, he paused, deciding to remove his shirt. No reason not to get comfortable…
“You boys ready for round two?” Carl walked back to end of the bench, flogger in hand.
Derek and Nic exchanged a glance. Yeah, they were both enjoying the hell out of this. Each boy had a sizeable lump forming in his pants. Squeezing Cory’s hot ass and making the boy whimper only made them harder.
“Yes, Sir,” Derek answered for the both of them. He was eager to see what, or who, would come next.
“What about you, boy?” Carl checked in with Cory one more time. “You ready for more?”
“Yes, sir.” Cory sounded more clear-headed. He attempted to straighten his position out as best he could.
“Alright. Now, this,” Carl dragged the flogger over Cory’s ass lightly as he spoke, “is a flogger. It might look a little scary at first, but when done properly, a good flogging can feel more pleasant than that paddling you just received.”
Carl motioned for Derek and Nic to move back and give him some space. He raised the flogger to just over his shoulder. Then, in a quick and steady motion, he brought the tails of the tool down, swiping them across the sensitive skin of Cory’s ass.
Cory gasped, surprised at the new sensation. Like that paddling, it stung, but just barely. It was like dozens of little slaps cascading against his skin. Cory whimpered as Carl repeated the action, switching between his left and right cheek. Every time the flogger landed, his skin felt like it was getting warmer, more sensitive. The noises he was making were starting to get longer, if not louder.
“These are fun to look at and a good visual for the parts of the skin that will be more sensitive.” Carl paused after the sixth strike, tracing the lines he was creating on Cory’s ass with his finger and making the boy squirm. “The marks won’t last too long, but I’ll give you some lotion to help with the soreness when we’re done,” he explained before moving back into position to continue.
Cory relaxed his head against the bench, closing his eyes and letting the dull warmth overtake him. His body squirmed as the flogger rained down on his ass and thighs, and he made no attempt to control it. It was like a dance, the slap of the leather, followed by the sting of the tails, and then the heat of his ass.
Cory was soon lulled him into a warm fog. If it weren’t for Carl checking in on him every few minutes, Cory was sure he wouldhave zoned out entirely. It barely registered when Carl handed the flogger to Nic to try, only realizing that he had a different assailant when he saw Carl standing in front of him as the flogger continued to come down.
Nic adjusted himself in his pants as he gave the flogger to Derek. This was really not something he expected to get into. The rough sex, the risky public stuff—sure, that made sense. But he never saw himself with all the leather and whips and chains and stuff. He still was not sure he did. But this was hot, especially the way Cory reacted, how he was restrained, taking everything they gave him. There was no question he liked it—his cock was hard and pointing between his legs, steadily leaking.
Derek took the same position Carl and Nic had before him. He could sense they were almost done—Cory didn’t have much skin left that was untouched. Paranoid over causing him any unnecessary pain, he was cautious about the force behind his swings. He took his time teasing between flogs, finding new ways to make Cory shiver.
When he felt Cory had had enough, Carl motioned for Derek to stop, taking the flogger and placing it on the bench for a moment.
“Nice work, boys.” He undid Cory’s wrist restraints as he spoke.
“You back with us?” Carl stroked Cory’s hair. “Derek, there should be a mini fridge behind you. Grab a bottle of water for Cory.”
