Liam leaned back to inspect the work he'd done. The bold, red stripes that criss-crossed Mike's ass. A few spots looked like he'd come close to drawing blood. He ran a thumb over one of them, the dark speckled pattern that followed the stripe. Mikey would remember this for at least few days, there was no doubt of that.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, leaning down to let his lips drag over where his thumb had been. At the same time, he used the other hand to drag the pad of a finger over the head of the man's cock. "You're barely holding it together, and if you falter even once..." he let his teeth drag over the mark, his fingers curling gently around the shaft, "We start back at one..." He started to stroke, slow and steady. "...and you really don't want that."