causing me to jump at the burn and try to turn my head to see, but he gave me a sharp spank on my ass. “Don’t move.”
“Sorry.”
A little slap of the flogger came down across my shoulders and I flinched all out of proportion to the hit. It hadn’t hurt at all, really, just surprised me. The slight sting was a warning of what was to come though, and I knew it.
I squirmed to get more comfortable. It wasn’t that I was particularly uncomfortable, but this position was embarrassing. My stupid cock was still hard and dripping and what was wrong with me that I liked this so much? Another hit came down on my back, this one much harder, and I let out a surprised yelp. Another and another and I thought, okay, I can do this.
Logan’s hand rubbed my back where no doubt his marks were welling up. It stung like the devil, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t take. I felt Logan reach for something and shift his body slightly, then jumped as I felt a cool liquid splash down on my crease.
“Be still, boy. Just a little lubricant.” Slippery fingers teased up and down my crease and then dipped inside.
“L-lubricant?” I turned my head, straining to see and I stiffened as he showed me the butt plug he was about to use on me. “Relax,” he said and reached up under me to stroke my cock. It was an excellent distraction, because as I thrust myself through his fist, his fingers from his other hand slid inside me. I froze, clinching my ass. Logan stroked me again and I was afraid I’d be soft this time, but to my embarrassment I was still rock hard. Then he removed his fingers and began to slide the plug inside me. I lifted my ass in the air and tried to clench but the plug was too big. I gasped and whimpered, and he slapped my butt again.
“Relax. Stop anticipating. I want you to be full for the rest, and you like having your ass full, don’t you, boy?” Logan murmured to me. I let out an embarrassed groan, but then he settled it inside me and moved it over my prostate, and I bucked hard against the desk and shoved up my hips.
He patted my ass and chuckled. “If you come, I’ll be very upset with you. This is not for your enjoyment.” He moved the plug in and out just to torture me. I was moaning and positive I’d come all over the desk and make him angry at me. I felt stuffed full and moaned again, and he rewarded me with a hard thwack to the middle of my ass. The worst yet.
I screamed, partly in surprise, and he leaned over me. “What’s the count? Do you know it?”
“It’s f-five, Sir. Master.”
I was surprised to hear how breathless I sounded. I squirmed my ass hard, trying to get the rubber plug settled and Logan made a little sound, deep in his throat. It thrilled me that I had power over this strong, beautiful man. Strange to think of having power in my current position, but I knew that I did have it. I could say one word and end this immediately, leaving Logan frustrated. The choice really was mine. But how could I put an end to this? Logan would be disappointed in me, so I couldn’t.
Logan took in another breath and then released two whacks of the flogger on my ass. I cried out but quickly settled myself again, waiting for the next one to arrive, and when it did, it stung like hell on the top part of my thighs, just at the crease of my ass.
“Is this difficult for you, Jordy?” he asked, sounding a little breathless.
“Yes, Master. Hurts.”
“Then let’s finish it. Nine,” he called out as the crop came down on the roundest part of my ass. “And ten,” he said, with one last strike. “Thank me.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He untied me and helped me up off the desk. “Bend over and grab the edge,” he said as I got back on my feet. He reached inside me and gently tugged on the plug, pulling it out. I sagged, feeling exhausted.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, but he gave me a hard spank on the ass instead. It was unexpected so I yelped.
“No chance. Go get cleaned up and wait for me in bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said and began to drag my