"Yes....good boy..." Liam purrs as his finger continues to tease. He takes his time, murmuring soft, wordless praise, content little sounds unlike anything he's uttered before. In letting Mike fly free, he'd become more than just clay. In coming back, things inside him had broken further than Liam could have ever done himself. And with each moment more, he could see just how far Mike had come. He wasn't fighting, he wasn't a broken lump. He was obedient and responsive. Trained. Oh, where could they go from here?

His finger made slow, gentle circles. Dipping toward the center with a firm, teasing pressure without actually pushing inside. Just taking a moment to enjoy the fact that Mike continued to follow the rules. Continued to stay in position. It was better than any high any drug could provide. The rush of it all.

"Just one...more," He breathed out as his hand dragged down, firm fingers sliding down to ever so briefly cup the other's balls. Then there was a brief pause as he pulled his arm back before the cane snapped, hard and fast across the crease right at the top of Mike's thighs. Harder than the last strike, but no where near as hard as it could have been.