Yes. Yes, he has learned so well--he's desperate to get off, but he can't say anything other than what he's told, he has to play by the rules. That's important.
If anything, it's the most important.
It's hard--his cocks' harder--and he can feel hot breath on his ass, hear Liam murmuring sweet, inviting words. His legs are shaking from the strain of holding himself up but he doesn't dare move them. No, instead he forces himself to stay in that position.
And then Liam is stroking him, slow and agonizing--just a swipe of his hands and still talking so sweetly to him, so good, Mike's entire face is flushed and he gives out an inaudible whimper because in the next second, Liam's tongue flicks over those marks on his ass.
He wants the caning to be over. Wants the stinging pain to stop, wants that tongue to soothe him. But most importantly Mike wants to come. He needs it, feeling like this whole thing has lasted forever, feeling like all he can do is shake and whimper like a fucking dog. He can't take it.
His shoulders shake, pressing his own face down in the already sweat stained sheets. All Mike wants to do is come, it feels like his cock is on fire with how much he wants it. His shoulders heave again and Mike doesn't even realize he's so sexually frustrated he's crying, though that is also in conjunction to all of the pain and endorphins floating through him. He wants to scream, wants to yell into a pillow but he knows now, more than ever, Liam will be looking for an excuse to have him start from one.
The worst part is that Mike isn't even sure of Liam will play fairly, despite his sweet, sweet promises. But there's still that hope that builds him up.
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If anything, it's the most important.
It's hard--his cocks' harder--and he can feel hot breath on his ass, hear Liam murmuring sweet, inviting words. His legs are shaking from the strain of holding himself up but he doesn't dare move them. No, instead he forces himself to stay in that position.
And then Liam is stroking him, slow and agonizing--just a swipe of his hands and still talking so sweetly to him, so good, Mike's entire face is flushed and he gives out an inaudible whimper because in the next second, Liam's tongue flicks over those marks on his ass.
He wants the caning to be over. Wants the stinging pain to stop, wants that tongue to soothe him. But most importantly Mike wants to come. He needs it, feeling like this whole thing has lasted forever, feeling like all he can do is shake and whimper like a fucking dog. He can't take it.
His shoulders shake, pressing his own face down in the already sweat stained sheets. All Mike wants to do is come, it feels like his cock is on fire with how much he wants it. His shoulders heave again and Mike doesn't even realize he's so sexually frustrated he's crying, though that is also in conjunction to all of the pain and endorphins floating through him. He wants to scream, wants to yell into a pillow but he knows now, more than ever, Liam will be looking for an excuse to have him start from one.
The worst part is that Mike isn't even sure of Liam will play fairly, despite his sweet, sweet promises. But there's still that hope that builds him up.