Liam continued to stroke, slow and steady, listening to Mike's rapid, desperate breathing. Listening to those beautiful moans. Mike had changed so much in the last few months. When this all started, those sounds would have been far more angry and restrained. This was so much more open and accepting. That in a way was far more thrilling than the former, knowing he'd shaped and changed Mike so profoundly.

When he could feel the tell-tale signs of Mike getting close, involuntary twitching and quivering, he slowly withdrew his hand. Dragging it up and over his ass. Kneading for a moment over those angry welts and bruises, digging his fingers and the heels of his hands into them. "Such a good boy..." he said, some how purring out the words while also sounding incredibly sarcastic and mocking. "Just two more..."

And that was all the warning he got before Liam snapped the cane across the upper few inches of his thighs. It wasn't as hard as the other blows, but he knew just how sensitive Mike would be when he was so stimulated.