I squeeze Hilton's hand as he helps me onto the stage. We walk to the center, then stare out at the crowd.
Holy... mother of pearl. There are so many freaking men and women here to see us. They're all dressed in suits with serious expressions on their faces, with notebooks on their laps. They furrow their brows when they lay eyes on us, determined to see whether the spanking system really works.
Hilton taps the microphone. "Thank you all for inviting me here today. I attended this conference last year and I'm excited to share my testimony."
I glance at Hilton's midsection, then grin when I see his boner. Yeah, he's definitely excited, as am I. How hot is that?
"I always loved spanking. I'm a gay man and nothing turns me on more than swatting my partner’s ass in bed. I used to spank my stepbrother when we were both twenty-one—he was the one who introduced me to the lifestyle. I never realized spanking could be beneficial in the workplace. I figured it was a private activity, one two people do in the sanctity of their homes. This conference opened my mind and allowed me to think outside the box."
I walk to the microphone. "Six months ago, I was a timid boy who couldn't speak to clients. A software engineer by trade, I lived life buried in code. Hilton changed everything after he suggested we test out a new confidence-building regimen. He invited me to his home and instructed me to remove my clothes. He spread me across his lap and spanked me, even made me cum. The next time I went into the office, I regained a client I'd lost the previous week due to my shyness. I built excellent rapport with him by discussing sports, a feat of which I didn't believe myself to be capable. If I could suffer through my boss ordering me to strip and putting his hands on me, why couldn't I chat with a client? It. Was. So. Easy."
The crowd bursts into applause. The faces which were so serious only moments ago relax into smiles as the conference-goers hang onto every word of my story.
Hilton wraps his arm around my waist. "Danny is now my top sales rep. He makes five times as much as he did coding and travels with clients all day. His confidence has put him in a league of his own which none of my other reps can match. Whenever he has a rough day, I spank him to spark him up. We always end the workweek in bed together, or sometimes head to an underground kink club with my stepbrother. I'm confident that he'd still be a rockstar employee even if we weren't in a relationship. That's the power of spanking."
A man in the back crosses his arms over his chest. "That boy likes spanking? Bullshit."
"Yeah." A woman sneers at us. "Prove it."
I gulp as I stare into Hilton's eyes. Panic builds in my gut. The audience-members don't believe us? I didn't expect that.
Hilton cups my chin. "The conference-goers want us to prove our arrangement, boy. What do you want to do?"
Six months ago, I would've been too scared to have Hilton spank me in public. Now, I crave it.
"Spank me."
Hilton takes my hand and leads me to a chair onstage.
He tugs my pants down and slides me on his lap.
Hilton
Danny squirms as I lay him on my lap. His dick pokes my thigh through his undies, leaving a wet spot.
I lift my palm and rub it on his jiggly cheeks. I glance at the crowd, unable to believe they seriously challenged me.
I mean, what the fuck? Of course my testimony is true. Spanking changed Danny's entire life, transforming him into my most productive employee.
He's not afraid of jack shit anymore, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. He courts prospective clients on the golf course like nobody's business and discusses sports like he's a lifelong fan.
I let out a growl as I pinch his ass possessively. "Let's show these motherfuckers how much you enjoy spanking, boy."
"That's exactly what I want."
My voice is vicious. Low. Deadly.
I'm incensed that I need to prove my devotion to this boy in front of everyone.
Yet at the same time, I can't deny that it's hot as hell. My dick is as hard as Danny's, aching and throbbing in my suit pants. Hell, it was rock solid before we stepped on stage, but now it's causing me pain.
It’s time to spank my boy in front of everyone. Everyone. Let them see his precious cheeks jiggle. Let them see how he submits to me.
Licking my palm, I bring it down hard on his ass. He purses his lips, fighting back the cry I know is trapped in there. His ass cheeks swell in his black briefs, shaking on my lap.
I swat his cheeks again. This time, I use more force to prove to everyone that Danny enjoys this. This is something he craves, something we both crave from the bottom of our souls.
We're twin souls, Danny and I. Star-crossed lovers. Had we existed a century ago, we still would've traveled down this exact same path.
