Page 29 of Ours
Cory tensed up for a moment. This suddenly was very real. He was naked over his best friend’s lap about to be spanked.
“It’s okay, boy.” Sensing his nerves, Derek put a hand on the small of his back. “It’s nothing you can’t handle, and it’ll be over before you know it. Promise,” he soothed.
Cory took a deep breath, doing his best to relax as Derek’s hand trailed down to his butt. He actually felt himself start to get hard as it rested there for a moment before it was drawn away. Before he had a chance to tense up again—SMACK—the first blow connected with his ass.
Cory yelped, partly in surprise but mostly in pain, as Derek administered his punishment. Before he had a chance to protest—SMACK—the second spank connected with his opposite cheek, causing him to yelp again. Derek gave him a chance to catch his breath before administering the next four—SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK—in steady succession, alternating sides each time. After another pause—SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK—Derek brought them to the halfway point.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Cory yelled out after the tenth spank landed on his increasingly reddening ass. “That fucking hurts!”
“Just be glad I’m letting you curse.” Derek rubbed his sore ass, half soothing and half torturing the abused flesh. “Some doms would have you counting and asking for another.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.” Cory was going to be on his best behavior going forward.
The spanking fucking hurt, though it was more of just a dull, warm throbbing now. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, if he was being honest. Plus, the feeling of Derek’s hand on his asswaskinda nice.
“Alright, my turn!” Nic said almost gleefully from the other couch. “Get over here, boy.”
Cory groaned as he extracted himself from Derek’s lap. He didn’t miss that Derek had to adjust a tent in his pants as he switched couches. At least he wasn’t the only one kind of enjoying this. Wordlessly, he resumed the position over Nic’s lap. He barely had time to register that Nic wasalsohard in his jeans before the first smack landed on his rear. He groaned in pain.
The remaining nine spanks happened in near silence, only the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and Cory’s whimpers of pain filling the room. Nic fell almost into a trance as he methodically finished out Cory’s punishment. His breathing grew heavy. With every strike of his hand, he could feel his cock grow harder and twitch.
From where he was sitting, Derek could almost feel the air crackling, the energy between Nic and Cory passing back and forth. He groped himself through his jeans where he could feel the start of a wet spot as he leaked through his underwear and into the denim.
Even Cory could feel the change, despite feeling the pain of each smack to his ass. The dull throbbing he had felt earlier had only spread, not quite making him numb but almost sedating him. With the punishment over, he felt warm, kind of fuzzy. He was in pain. He knew his ass was sore, but he was also really,reallyturned on. He feltowned. Nic’s hand rested on him, and all three boys were breathing heavily but remained still.
It was Nic who took charge first. Grabbing one side of Cory’s waist, he maneuvered him off his lap and onto the couch, his head and chest resting on the cushions while he kneeled, ass propped up at the edge. Cory said nothing as he was moved, simply held position.
“Lube.” Nic motioned to his own bag—they both had taken to carrying a small bottle on them lately. Derek fished it out and tossed it over.
Kneeling down, Nic popped the cap on the bottle, squeezing some into his hand. After running it up and down his shaft, he spread Cory’s ass with his other hand, making him hiss in pain, though he did not move. Inserting one and then two fingers, Nic prepared him quickly before shuffling closer and resting his cock against his ass.
Nic looked down and grabbed Cory’s ass in both hands, eliciting another hiss, and spread him. The contrast between the tan skin of his cock and the almost cherry red of Cory’s ass fascinated him. He moved his hips back and forth, grinding his cock over Cory’s hole, drawing out a few moans alongside his whimpering.
Cory’s eyes were shut, which was just fine as the only thing he’d be able to see anyway would be the couch cushions. All he could focus on were the feelings behind him as Nic kneaded and prodded at his sore ass. It hurt, but it also felt really good being played with like that. He wasn’t positive, but it sure seemed like Nic was enjoying himself too, if the hard cock grinding up and down the crack of his ass was an indicator.
One of Nic’s hands returned to his cock, this time taking aim and pointing toward Cory’s hole. As he pressed forward, he moved his hands again, grabbing the back of Cory’s neck with one and placing the other on the small of his back, holding him down and in position.
Cory groaned into the couch, the feeling of being handled combined with the stretch in his hole mixing together. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, butholy fuckdid he not want to. He subconsciously pressed his ass backward, spreading his thighs farther and trying to take Nic’s cock deeper. As the cockburied itself completely, the hand on his neck moved to his hair, grabbing a firm handful.
“Fuck,” Nic muttered to himself, eyes locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into Cory.
With a quick spank (and a yelp), Nic pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, beginning the fuck. He ground his cock against Cory’s ass and heard him moan into the couch. He could feel the heat radiating from the abused skin against his groin. Then he pulled his cock out until only the head remained before smoothly sliding all the way back inside in one stroke. He continued to long-dick Cory like this for a few minutes, each stroke in eliciting another moan from Cory.
As Nic picked up the pace of his fucking, Cory gripped onto the cushions he was laid across, holding himself steady. His mind was on autopilot, focused on keeping him in position so that he could continue getting pounded by that wonderful cock in his ass. He arched his back as best as he could, no longer registering the soreness in his ass. Even when Nic would bottom out and grind their hips together, it was the scratch of his pubes and the stretch of his cock that he was focused on.
Nic’s hands moved from his head to his waist, gripping firmly as Nic stood slightly. His cock never leaving Cory’s hole, Nic planted his feet on either side of Cory’s knees, his form towering over Cory’s. Placing his hands on the couch for leverage, he drove his cock straight down, the angle pushing deeper than before. Cory once again moaned into the cushions.
As Nic resumed fucking, his strokes were now more focused on power than speed. He allowed gravity to help him as he slammed his cock down, on each pass scraping his cock directly over Cory’s prostate. Cory could only continue to whimper and moan as his body was used. After only a few moments, Nic could feel Cory’s ass suddenly constrict around him.
Am I cumming?
Corywashaving an orgasm. But it didn’t feel like a regular orgasm. There was a pressure in his groin, a pressure that had been building since Nic started sliding his cock in and out of his ass. He’d felt this before, but it had never built up so much before. His cock couldn’t even get hard in the cage, but he’d never felt hornier in his life—and then suddenly, it was like a dam broke, and all that pressure was released.
“I-I think I’m cumming,” Cory announced, hoping he was correct and that he wouldn’t be punished. He clearly wasn’t jerking off!
And thankfully, Nic understood that. The knowledge that he just made his boy, his bitch, cum hands-free only drove him to fuck even harder and faster. As he slammed into Cory more and more, he could feel his own orgasm approaching. By the time Cory was cumming dry for the second time, he was ready to blow himself.
Nic groaned loudly as he pressed his hips forward, leaning over and covering Cory’s body with his own. The feeling of his prostate being pressed and scraped against overpowered any pain in Cory’s ass. He could feel Nic’s cock pulse as it shot load after load of cum inside him, breeding him thoroughly. He whimpered as the feeling of being owned washed over him, and he tried to press back into Nic, wanting to feel more. He could hear Nic growling in his ear as he came, and then Nic’s breath against his neck as he calmed down.
