Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Vars stood and loudly unzipped his pants, noting the way Jake pushed back his ass, as if he were expecting Vars to just approach him from behind and force his way in. He wouldn’t have such luck.
“Jake, keep your palms and knees where they are at all times,” Vars barked, enjoying how the order made the boy’s entire body stiffen. Normally, he’d have used the leather restraints, but today he wanted to experiment with the power of the collar he’d put on Jake.
Jake’s limbs would be his own prison.
“Yes, sir,” Jake uttered, even though the choice had been taken out of his hands. The boy belonged to Vars now, and Vars would make Jake’s ass crimson just because he wished to. Just because it turned him on to see the buttocks clenching, squirming, and wiggling.
With deliberate slowness, he paraded past Jake and approached his collection of impact play equipment. Only then, once Jake could see all of him, Vars lowered his pants slightly and pulled his aching cock out into the cool air. “What should I do with you...”
Vars lived for that mesmerized, cock-hungry look on Jake’s face. The boy’s lips parted as if he was inviting Vars closer, and for once Jake’s attention wasn’t even on the array of paddles and floggers. That needed to be amended.
“Whatever you wish, sir,” Jake said and swallowed, not taking his eyes off Vars’s cock. It was hard to deny just how flattering that was. After a moment’s hesitation, Vars chose a simple cane and swished it through the air, making sure Jake understood just how much impact it had.
“Flexible but hard. Leaves welts.”
That got Jake’s attention where Vars really wanted it right now.
“Welts…” Jake repeated with some blood draining from his face.
Vars smirked and stepped closer until his cock was right in front of Jake’s rosy mouth. He knew the cane would be too advanced for Jake. He might not like its feel at all, but it was still arousing to see him react to it. He probably didn’t even know just how much a caning hurt when he’d said “yes” to the implement. Vars didn’t mind. He’d let Jake taste it one day and allow him to back out if necessary.
“Most people can’t stand more than a few really hard strokes with this one.”
Jake gave him a surprising, cocky grin. “Is that a challenge, sir?” And with the audacity of a brat, he arched his neck forward, trying to touch Vars’s cock with his lips.
Vars gave a raspy exhale, grabbed Jake’s jaw with his free hand and made sure the tip of his dick briefly slapped against the smooth cheek, just to punish him for insubordination with yet more teasing.
“I would have gagged you if this wasn’t your first session, brat.”
Jake sucked in his lips, looking up at Vars with those big, pleading eyes. In truth, he was hardly a brat, and nothing like Damon. Only now, finally dealing with an obedient submissive again, Vars was truly seeing just how bad things with Damon had been, and how relaxing it was to be around a boy so eager to serve. He made the prettiest picture on the bench with his legs spread wide for Vars. His limbs were now bound with the power of the collar, but Vars would bet that Jake would stay immobile if ordered to. But when push came to shove with the spanking, Vars wanted to be sure Jake stayed put.
He gave Jake one more slap on the cheek—gentle and meant only as warning—and walked to his other end, where all the flesh on show was his to use.
“Watch me in the mirrors, boy,” Vars said, rubbing the still-untouched ass as he swung the cane through the air in sharp, painful-sounding swishes.
The gasp Jake gave rolled through Vars’s chest as pleasure.
“Yes, sir.”
Jake looked forward, and their eyes met in the large mirror in front of them.
Vars smiled back. “Good boy. Whatever I do to you is not punishment. I’m doing it because it pleases me. If you take it, you’re serving me,” he said, moving his hand up and down the middle of Jake’s ass. He applied a bit of pressure with his index and middle fingers but resisted the urge to penetrate Jake. The flesh was like touching a fresh stain of molten wax—pliant under his touch, yet if he dove a little deeper, into burning heat, there would be no going back.
“Yes, sir. That’s what I want to do.”
Jake’s knees were still, as if fastened to the bench, but his ass stirred in front of Vars, teasing him. So fantastically responsive already, and Vars hadn’t even started working on his ass.
With a smirk tugging on his mouth, Vars looked down at Jake’s defenseless feet and smacked the cane against their pale undersides—gently enough to avoid causing any damage whatsoever but firmly enough for Jake’s entire body to stir.