“You’re bleeding, Kevin,” he said. “Does that require a stop?”
“No,” I said, humping my hips forward in approval, wanting him to know exactly how okay it was that he’d made me bleed. “Go. God, please go.”
Ronan dragged the hand on my head down my spine to my ass where he used his fingers to wipe up the no doubt small dribbles of blood he’d made.
“Kevin, I don’t want you to worry about this. I’m a doctor.”
My breath left me in a rush and my eyes rolled back in my head. “I understand, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor.”
“Jesus,” he growled, another swing of the cane landing against my skin. “I have to admit I like that more than I thought I would.”
Another swing, the pain so intense and acute I saw stars.
“Doctor,” I murmured, cock throbbing against my belly in time with my heart. “Can I come?”
“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “Can you?”
I could.
And I did.
And when the aftershocks of my release had calmed, Ronan finally stopped his assault. Without a word, he opened the fly of his pants, tore open a condom, and shoved something hard and cold inside of me. It wasn’t his dick, that much I could tell, but I wasn’t sure what it actually was.
When my insides flooded with cold wetness, I had my answer.
“Just want to make sure you’re well lubricated,” Ronan said, tossing what I assumed to be a syringe onto the floor. It clattered against the wood, and then two blunt fingers pushed inside of me with relative ease. I groaned, pushing against his hand, begging for more. The sound of lube squelching out of my hole filled the room and I moaned, entire body tender and sensitive.
“Look at you,” Ronan murmured, pulling his fingers out of me and wiping them dry on one of my battered as cheeks. “Wet and sloppy, begging for it.”
He lined the head of his cock up and pushed inside of me.
He was big, his thickness stretching me apart even though he’d filled me full of lube. Ronan moved inside of me with purpose, but his purpose was clearly his own pleasure and not mine. The thought of that had my cock hardening again, stretching against the puddle of cum it sat in.
“Don’t move,” he warned, pistoning into me. “You’re so tight, Kevin. I want to come inside of you.”
“Condom,” I muttered, nearly a whine.
I wanted Ronan to come inside of me too, but he’d said no. Hadn’t he?
“What about them?”
“Wearing...one,” I grunted.
“Am I?” Ronan’s slippery fingers tightened around my waist and his hips snapped forward.
“Aren’t…” I couldn’t formulate the question; my head was too fried from the pain and the pleasure and the way the lines of those two things blurred in my brain.
“Hush, Kevin,” Ronan whispered, dragging his hands up to my shoulders and raising my chest off the bench. It shifted the angle of his penetration and I cried out as he bottomed out. “Be quiet and let me do this.”
“Ronan.”
A lube slick hand slid up my throat, his fingers splayed against the underside of my jaw, tilting my head toward the ceiling as he used the pressure of his palm to keep me quiet. The sharp incline of my chest exposed my cock, now slapping madly against my stomach as Ronan used me for his own pleasure. It became harder to breathe and my entire body responded to the thrill, sending spurts of more cum onto my belly as Ronan drew another orgasm out of me.
I cried out, unable to keep my body still, and Ronan slammed into me one more time, pulling almost all the way out of me before stilling as his cock jerked with his orgasm. He hadn’t worn a condom. Ronan released my throat and I collapsed forward, sucking in a breath I desperately needed.
“No condom,” Ronan said, climbing off the bench. “Scoot back and sit up.”
I did as he’d told me, hanging my ass off the edge of the spanking bench. I couldn’t see him and wasn’t sure what he was doing, but felt drips of cum and lube leaking out of me from the gravity of the position I was in. Ronan stroked a hand down the small of my back, fingers rough over the marks on my ass.
