Page 33 of Getting Hitched
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, sir.”
Satisfied Jack was all right, just enjoying subspace, Gray put the paddle down and picked up the crop.
“Mason, you earned eight strokes. I’m going to give you those now. Fast and hard. Do not move.”
Mason drew in a shaky breath. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Would you put me on the bench? I don’t think I can stay still like this. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’ll get two extra for inconveniencing me,” Gray said as he untied Mason’s wrists and ankles. He moved slowly, giving Mason time to use his safe word if he thought that was too much.
When Mason was untied, Gray massaged his wrists and ankles, then helped him up. He moved to the bench on wobbly legs.
“Jack, sit up and watch this,” Gray ordered.
Jack nearly fell over when he tried, but he managed to obey.
Gray snapped the wrist and ankle cuffs shut, securing Mason.
“Ten blows. Hard and fast. Can you take them?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason sounded confident.
Gray brought the crop down, and Mason cried out. Gray didn’t stop until he’d cropped each of Mason’s cheeks five times.
Tears were running down Mason’s face at the end.
Gray stroked his head. “You did so good. You’re so beautiful with your ass like that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Gray kissed him and then stood.
“I’d like you to stay there while I finish with Jack. Are you comfortable enough?”
Mason nodded. Gray didn’t make him speak. He took hold of Mason’s plug and pulled it out, making Mason suck in his breath.
“Your ass feels empty, doesn’t it?”
Mason nodded frantically.
“Jack’s cock is going to fill it once I’ve thoroughly used him.”
“Please,” Mason begged.
“Be good and wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray untied Jack. “Stand up. Bend forward and brace your hands on the wall.”
“Yes, sir.”
