Lee and Marshall's story continues, as Lee pulls off the belt and pulls out all the stops! Warning, this story is for mature audiences only, so be warned. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers have done. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!
Don't Look Back #3 by Julie Lynn Hayes
“First off, you ran...”
Lee’s leather belt whickered crisply. Marshall felt a
familiar tightening that began in his stomach and radiated outward before
finding a home in his balls and leaking cock. He had a heightened sense of
awareness of every move Lee made, despite not being able to see him. He tracked
the arc of the belt by sound alone just before it made glorious contact with
his bare flesh.
Whap!
Marshall never flinched. The first stroke was never the
hardest or the best.
“Second off, you made me chase you...”
Second stroke. Harder this time. It caressed his other ass
cheek like a lover’s kiss. A stern, demanding lover.
“Remember your third offense, boy?”
Marshall knew. Of course he did. But he maintained a stoic
silence. Lee’s question was actually a ploy, meant to draw him out. See if he
was paying attention. Marshall was not about to fall into that trap. If he was
going to fall, he was going to do it eyes wide open, knowing the consequences.
Not like this. And not for something as stupid as speaking
without permission.
“Good boy.” Lee’s voice a silken purr that sent sparks
flying through Marshall’s nervous system, lighting a fire in his soul. One good
deed deserved another. Lee was not afraid of giving rewards when they were
merited.
Marshall felt Lee nudge his legs open just a little more,
felt Lee’s cool breath whistle across his hole, followed by a long, languid
swipe of his tongue. Jesus that was good. An involuntary groan lodged in
Marshall’s throat. He clamped down on it, as well as the urge to come.
Too soon. Far too soon. More importantly, Lee hadn’t said he
could.
Sometimes long afternoons were spent in their bedroom, with
Lee tonguing Marshall’s ass, fucking him with it like a damned mini-cock. Lee
could even hit his prostate with his tongue, and send Marshall spiraling into
ecstasy.
Lee’s lips skimmed the curve of Marshall’s ass before he
straightened once again.
“Tell me, boy. What was your third offense?”
Head down, his hair flowing over his face, Marshall dared to
grin at the memory.
“I called you old man, Sir.”
“So you think I’m an old man, do you?”
“No, Sir. I don’t think that, Sir.”
The belt came down again, without warning. Heat spread through Marshall’s ass. A
delicious burn. Damn, that hurt so good.
And damned if he didn’t want more.
“Thank you, Sir,” Marshall fairly moaned. He dared to turn his
head slightly to one side, blowing strands of red hair from his mouth.
“Just you remember that.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Thwack!
Marshall could just imagine how red his ass was now. He felt
the sting of his hyper-sensitive flesh as Lee layered stroke upon stroke.
Marshall knew this too would pass; the pain would dull as the nerve endings
grew enured to the sensuous ache that suffused him, crowded out by other, more
pleasurable sensations. The pain was only the beginning, the means to an end.
But it wasn’t everything. And there were limits.
Marshall had his safeword. All he had to do was use it and
the spanking would cease, right then and there. Or whatever it might be they
were engaged in at the time. Whatever Marshall didn’t feel comfortable with.
He’d never had to use his word. Not even once.
Marshall felt Lee release the belt, dropping it onto the
grass beside them with a gentle thud. Marshall knew what that meant and he tensed
slightly in anticipation.
Lee referred to this part as “doing it manually’. His hand
descended on Marshall’s ass with a sharp smack, a resurgence of delicious pain
flowing through Marshall. He squirmed slightly in Lee’s lap, knowing his
weeping cock was saturating Lee’s jeans with pre-come. He wished Lee would lose
them. He wanted to feel Lee’s bare flesh, rub his cheek against Lee’s skin,
inhale Lee’s musky, natural scent.
Lee reached beneath him and grasped Marshall’s aching cock. “Goddamn,
you’re wet, boy. Don’t come yet. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir,” Marshall dutifully responded. Too bad he hadn’t
thought to bring a cock ring. Or even a rope. Something to prevent illicit
ejaculation.
Marshall felt Lee’s fingers caress his wetness, coating them
with nature’s lube. He had to mask his impatience, or risk losing it all at Lee’s
whim.
“One or two?”
“Two, please, Sir.” Marshall swallowed in glorious
anticipation as Lee eased two fingers inside of him. Yesssssss....
Marshall felt the familiar burn as Lee’s fingers breached
his tightness, pushing inside of him until they were completely encased. Those
fingers felt like heaven, stretching Marshall’s channel, preparing it for
bigger and better things. One step at a time. Anticipation was the best
foreplay.
“Want more, boy?”
“Want you, Sir.” Marshall wriggled his ass, as if seeking to
impale himself even more upon Lee’s fingers.
“How do you want me, boy?”
“Inside of me. Your cock. Fuck me hard. Please, Sir.”
Marshall held tight to his obedience. He needed this as much
as Lee did, maybe even more. This was the essence of their relationship, the
hallmark of their love. Had been for many years.
The fingers disappeared. Marshall tried not to moan his
disappointment. The loss would be more than adequately replaced by something
better. Patience.
“On your hands and knees,” Lee directed him and Marshall
scrambled to obey, dropping onto the harsh grass of the field. He didn’t care if
he scraped his palms or his knees. For what he was about to receive, he was
truly grateful.
He dared a glance up at Lee. He was removing his jeans, a
small tube in one hand. Marshall couldn’t help but admire the view as Lee’s
thick cock appeared. Angry and swollen, it was a veritable god. One that
Marshall loved to worship every chance he got.
Lee liberally slathered lube onto one palm, coating his
cock, his gaze fixed upon Marshall.
“Ready for me, boy?”
“God, yes.” Marshall fairly moaned in anticipation.
to be continued
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Ravon Silvius ****FLASH VIRGIN*****
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