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Marcos lowered his arm. No? Do you need me to slow down? Do you want to use
your safeword?
Jack stared at Marcos. He d said no reflexively, but his cock was twitching to feel
the sting. Slowly he shook his head.
Marcos smiled. That s good, Jack. You re being honest with yourself now. That s
the key. You can trust me. I ll only take you where you need to go. He let the tresses
fall over Jack s erect shaft. Several of the stinging tips caught his balls.
Ah, Jack cried, as Marcos continued to rain the leather against his cock and balls.
Give in to it. Stop fighting it. Embrace the pain. Let it become part of you. Marcos
began to circle Jack, striking his ass, his back, his thighs, his upper arms, his chest, his
cock and balls. He moved quickly, giving Jack no time to recover or anticipate.
One especially hard blow sent Jack stumbling forward, causing him to jerk hard
against his wrist restraints. He felt Marcos behind him, strong arms wrapping around
his torso, catching him. He leaned back against the other man, the desire to kiss him
again rising inside him like a tide.
Still holding him, Marcos murmured in a whisper across Jack s neck, You look so
hot, straining in your cuffs, your body covered in sweat. Jack felt the nudge of teeth
biting his neck. He groaned, his cock straining.
Marcos stepped back and Jack felt the absence of his body. It was quickly replaced
by the strike of the whip, which caught him hard across the back. He drew in a breath
but stood his ground.
Marcos moved to stand in front of him. You re doing so well. You re taking it for
me. I knew you could do it. Marcos eyes were blazing and Jack could see the clear
outline of his cock, erect and hard in his black pants. This went beyond a favor to an old
friend. Marcos was into it, into Jack.
Where normally this would have given Jack the sense of having the upper hand, of
being the one now in control, this time it was different. He wanted Marcos he could
admit that finally to himself. He d always wanted him, but he d never thought the store
of distrust and misunderstanding built over the past year could have been bridged so
quickly and completely. Was it just because he was naked and strung up in chain, the
feel of hot leather stroking his skin? Or was there something more going on between
them?
Marcos stepped to the side, drawing the leather strands into a neat bunch, the
fingers of one hand moving along them, while he gripped the handle in the other. With
a sudden, sharp flick he released the strands, letting them strike across Jack s chest,
catching his still-throbbing nipples.
Ah! Jack cried. Marcos continued to wield the flogger, covering Jack s skin from
shoulder to knee with a torrent of stinging leather. Jack s body jerked uncontrollably
with each blow. His eyes were squeezed shut, the blood roaring in his ears.
Just when he was about to cry, Downshift! , the whip was replaced with soothing
hands, which sent arcs of pulsing, electric current through Jack s body. Jack became
aware of the sound of their breathing, Marcos pant nearly as rapid as his own. One
touch to his cock, he thought, and he d lose it.
You can do it. You re almost there, Marcos crooned, his tone at once urgent and
achingly sexy. I m going to take you there now. Let go and fly with me, Jack.
This time there was no mercy the flogger smashed hard against his ass and thighs.
Jack didn t even try to stay still he was dancing on his toes, jerking convulsively with
each well-placed blow. He could feel the sweat trickling down his sides. He could
barely catch his breath and his heart was beating high in his throat. He began to feel
dizzy.
Slow down, he heard Marcos say, as if from a distance. Slow your breathing.
You re almost there. I can feel it, Jack. You re almost where you need to be.
Then the most curious thing began to happen. Jack s head felt heavy, so heavy he
had to let it drop back. His feet lowered themselves of their own accord from tiptoe and
he could feel his heart slowing its wild pace.
Marcos continued to flog him, just as hard as before, but Jack no longer felt the
pain. Or more accurately, he no longer processed it as pain. Yes, Marcos whispered
from somewhere near him. Yes. That s it, Jack. That s it. Let it take you.
Jack became aware his mouth was hanging open, but he lacked the ability to close
it. He couldn t move. It was as if he were a statue, not of stone, but of living, breathing
flesh. A strange lightness began to invade him, like sunlight shining from inside,
warming him and easing all the burdens he d been amassing for a lifetime. A sigh,
heavy with years of weariness, escaped him.
After a time, he had no idea how long, the whipping stopped and warm, sure
fingers gripped his shaft, pulling upward as his balls were caught in a tight embrace.
He could feel Marcos just behind him, his chest against Jack s back as he held him. The
friction of Marcos hand on his cock was perfect. Marcos nuzzled against him, his lips
grazing Jack s neck and shoulder.
Marcos continued to stroke Jack s shaft, sending waves of pulsing pleasure
radiating through him. Jack could feel his balls tighten, the skin puckering against
Marcos palm.
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