on my fans.” Spank. “And acting all innocent when the whole time you're driving me completely insane.” Two more blows to his ass, which was burning. Mark wasn't holding anything back.
Suddenly Mark was gone. He was no longer holding Gavin bent over the bed, and Gavin's legs, just as surprised as the rest of him, had him falling off of the bed onto the floor. He'd been spanked as a child, but never as an adult.
Probably the most confusing part of it was just how desperately hard his cock was, how his whole body was aching with arousal even as his ass burned with the pain of being beaten so badly.
“If you feel that way,” Gavin said quietly as Mark pulled open the door to leave. “Then I guess it's best you stay away from me from now on.”
That was best. That meant Gavin didn't have to deal with his incredibly strange reactions to being held down like that. To being spanked, degraded, humiliated once more. What the hell was wrong with him? With them both?
There was a bitter laugh from the doorway, but Mark didn't say anything. Just like that, he was gone, and the door slammed shut behind him.
Shaking, unsure of what to do with any of this, Gavin forced himself to his feet. Trembling, he fell onto his bed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that Mark had left behind. Oh, there was something so very wrong with him.
He wanted to track Mark down, bend him over, and spank him, just as Mark had done to him. He wanted to demand that Mark bend him over and keep spanking him. He wanted Mark. He wanted him so damn badly, and that was never, ever going to happen.
With a groan, he reached down and gripped his aching cock. It took hardly anything to bring him to a stunning orgasm, but it was just as confusing as everything else because what really made him come hard was feeling the bed put pressure against his sore, abused ass.
He didn't want his own hand, but it was all he had, and it was better than nothing. The orgasm he gave himself was enough that he could sleep, which was something.
With Mark, he knew, it would have been better.
Chapter Eight
Mark
There was a party, probably, but that was the last thing that Mark was in the mood for. The moment he'd stormed out of the young Southerner's room, the anger had passed, leaving nothing but overwhelming, intense arousal in its place.
God, he was such an idiot. Liam was right about him, clearly. Being kinky was one thing, but he'd scared the hell out of Gavin. The poor kid had probably never had anything close to that happen. Not only that, but he probably didn't know that some adults did that to each other.
Liam had told him that he had to stop doing this. Surprising people with how dirty he really was, how he loved pain. He loved giving it and he loved receiving it. But no one that he'd been with had ever been able to keep up with him.
He scared them off. Just like he'd scared Gavin off. The young man had even ordered him to stay away. Mark was a monster, someone who destroyed innocence out of petty jealousy.
Oh, but it had been so beautiful. He'd never seen an ass as gorgeous as Gavin's.
He went back to his room, wishing he had his whiskey. He wasn't exactly going to go back to Gavin's room and just nicely ask for it back, though. So he just flopped on his bed, stripping out of his clothes as quickly as he could.
Immediately, his hand was on his cock. He closed his eyes and pictured that it was someone else touching him, just as he usually would. This time, though, it was Gavin. Gavin touching him, those huge dark eyes turned up toward him trustingly as his hand worked along the length of Mark's thick cock.
Stroking, faster, harder, Mark's body was soon trembling. He came, but that wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. So he kept going, though his cock was so sensitive that it hurt to keep touching himself.
Only after the second time that he coated his own hand in his hot
Suddenly Mark was gone. He was no longer holding Gavin bent over the bed, and Gavin's legs, just as surprised as the rest of him, had him falling off of the bed onto the floor. He'd been spanked as a child, but never as an adult.
Probably the most confusing part of it was just how desperately hard his cock was, how his whole body was aching with arousal even as his ass burned with the pain of being beaten so badly.
“If you feel that way,” Gavin said quietly as Mark pulled open the door to leave. “Then I guess it's best you stay away from me from now on.”
That was best. That meant Gavin didn't have to deal with his incredibly strange reactions to being held down like that. To being spanked, degraded, humiliated once more. What the hell was wrong with him? With them both?
There was a bitter laugh from the doorway, but Mark didn't say anything. Just like that, he was gone, and the door slammed shut behind him.
Shaking, unsure of what to do with any of this, Gavin forced himself to his feet. Trembling, he fell onto his bed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that Mark had left behind. Oh, there was something so very wrong with him.
He wanted to track Mark down, bend him over, and spank him, just as Mark had done to him. He wanted to demand that Mark bend him over and keep spanking him. He wanted Mark. He wanted him so damn badly, and that was never, ever going to happen.
With a groan, he reached down and gripped his aching cock. It took hardly anything to bring him to a stunning orgasm, but it was just as confusing as everything else because what really made him come hard was feeling the bed put pressure against his sore, abused ass.
He didn't want his own hand, but it was all he had, and it was better than nothing. The orgasm he gave himself was enough that he could sleep, which was something.
With Mark, he knew, it would have been better.
Chapter Eight
Mark
There was a party, probably, but that was the last thing that Mark was in the mood for. The moment he'd stormed out of the young Southerner's room, the anger had passed, leaving nothing but overwhelming, intense arousal in its place.
God, he was such an idiot. Liam was right about him, clearly. Being kinky was one thing, but he'd scared the hell out of Gavin. The poor kid had probably never had anything close to that happen. Not only that, but he probably didn't know that some adults did that to each other.
Liam had told him that he had to stop doing this. Surprising people with how dirty he really was, how he loved pain. He loved giving it and he loved receiving it. But no one that he'd been with had ever been able to keep up with him.
He scared them off. Just like he'd scared Gavin off. The young man had even ordered him to stay away. Mark was a monster, someone who destroyed innocence out of petty jealousy.
Oh, but it had been so beautiful. He'd never seen an ass as gorgeous as Gavin's.
He went back to his room, wishing he had his whiskey. He wasn't exactly going to go back to Gavin's room and just nicely ask for it back, though. So he just flopped on his bed, stripping out of his clothes as quickly as he could.
Immediately, his hand was on his cock. He closed his eyes and pictured that it was someone else touching him, just as he usually would. This time, though, it was Gavin. Gavin touching him, those huge dark eyes turned up toward him trustingly as his hand worked along the length of Mark's thick cock.
Stroking, faster, harder, Mark's body was soon trembling. He came, but that wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. So he kept going, though his cock was so sensitive that it hurt to keep touching himself.
Only after the second time that he coated his own hand in his hot
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