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Jay taps the end of the riding crop against his boot, tilting his head as he looks down at Kevin. “Have you been a good boy today?”
Kevin whimpers softly, tearing his eyes away from the riding crop, looking up at Jay. “Yes, King.”
Jay paces slowly back and forth in front of the kneeling Kevin. “Are you sure about that, Popple?”
Kevin shifts nervously on his knees.
“Well?” Jay pauses when he doesn’t get an answer.
“I’m sure.” Kevin doesn’t sound sure at all.
Jay smirks and resumes pacing, slowly tapping the end of the crop against his boots again. He can sense Kevin’s nerves growing the longer he paces. He thinks it’s only right that he have Kevin on edge again. After all, he had seen the way Kevin had flirted with the little waiter they had at the restaurant. Right in front of him and everything.
“You see, you and I, we disagree on that.” Jay gestures with the crop, making it dance through the air.
Kevin gulps audibly. “We do?”
Jay smiles pleasantly at Kevin. He knows how to play mind games. He learned from Alex Shelley, one of the best. “We do. I saw you flirting with - what was his name again?”
Kevin is pretty sure this might be a trap. He answers anyway. “Damian.”
Jay’s eyes glitter dangerously. “That’s right. Damian. You thought he was sexy? Hot, hmm? You wanted to get his number, maybe? He gave it to me when I paid. Said it was for ‘my friend’.”
Kevin’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t speak, not having been asked a direct question or given permission.
“I can give it to you if you want?” Jay arches an eyebrow.
“I don’t want it.” Kevin shakes his head quickly.
Jay nods. “That’s the right answer. But you still flirted in front of me. That’s disrespectful and you know I do not tolerate disrespect.”
Kevin whimpers again. “Please, King. I’m sorry.”
“Not yet. But you will be. Get undressed and bend over the end of the bed.” Jay jabs the riding crop in the direction of the bed.
Kevin slowly gets to his feet and starts pulling his clothes off, almost just dropping them onto the floor, but thinking better of it at the Look Jay gives him. He folds his shirt and pants and underwear quickly, putting the pile on the top of the dresser. He bends down over the foot of the bed, arms stretched out to the sides. His cock twitches hard against the soft comforter, a soft gasp escaping his parted lips.
Jay tsks softly, running the tip of the riding crop over Kevin’s bare back and ass cheeks. “This is a punishment, you understand that, correct?”
“Y-Yes, King.” Kevin turns his head to the side to speak.
“What are you being punished for?” Jay slides the riding crop down over Kevin’s thighs.
“For flirting with the waiter in front of you and being disrespectful.” Kevin answers faithfully.
“Would you have flirted if I hadn’t been there?” Jay asks, tracing the crop over Kevin’s spine now.
“I would have asked you.” Kevin says after a moment, sensing the truth was the better option.
Jay nods. “Thank you for being honest with me.”
Kevin tenses when the crop moves away from his skin.
“Count.” Jay brings the crop down swiftly, with a snap.
Kevin cries out. “One!” The pain sears down his nerves, lighting them on fire.
Jay brings the crop down twice more in quick succession.
“Two! Three!” Kevin manages to gasp out, more stinging pain singing through him.
Jay eyes the welting bruises already forming on Kevin’s pale skin. He rubs his roughened fingertips harshly over the reddening skin, making Kevin gasp loudly. He feels the way Kevin’s hips jerk into the bed, grinding his achingly hard cock into the mattress.
“Be still.” Jay reprimands, swinging again.
“Four!” Kevin pants, tears sliding down his cheeks.
Jay pulls back and whips the riding crop diagonally across the four lines he’d made right in a row vertically. His tallies.
“Five!” Kevin jolts with the extra burst of pain, a sob hitching in his throat.
Jay drops the crop onto the bed next to Kevin, stepping up to him. He grabs his hips, thrusting his jean covered cock against Kevin’s ass. “You want me inside you? You took your punishment so well, but you still need to make it up to me.”
“Please, King! Please, fuck me! I want to make you feel so good, please. Use me, please, King!” Kevin begs in between gasping sobs.
Jay hurriedly undoes his jeans, shoving them down just enough to get his cock out of his underwear as well. He spits into his palm and gives himself a few strokes, moaning as his cock throbs in his fist.
Kevin squirms on the bed in front of Jay, unable to help himself as he listens to the noises Jay’s making. “Please, King Switch. I need you!”
Jay steps forward, spitting on Kevin’s ass and smearing the wetness over his twitching entrance before replacing his fingers with his cockhead. Kevin inhales sharply and then lets out the breath in a shriek of pleasure as Jay pushes his cock inside of him with one quick thrust of his hips. He clenches hard around Jay’s cock again and again, nearly coming right then and there around Jay’s cock.
“If you come without my permission, I won’t let you again for a week. And you will wear the cage.” Jay purrs down into Kevin’s ear before pulling his hips back and fucking into Kevin hard and fast, snapping his hips into him, scooting him up the bed with every thrust.
Kevin moans helplessly, loudly, hands fisting in the sheets as he struggles to hold back his orgasm, body tensing more and more.
Jay’s nails dig into Kevin’s hips, leaving bloody crescents behind. He can feel the heat of his impeding orgasm pooling in the put of his belly. He thrusts twice more into Kevin. “Come on, come for me.” Another thrust punctuates his sentence and Kevin jerks against him with another shriek as his orgasm immediately slams into him and he makes a mess of the bedding underneath himself as his hips jerk between the friction against his cock and Jay’s cock in his ass.
Jay lets Kevin ride out his orgasm before he pulls out of him, jerking himself off with a moan, coming all over Kevin’s ass a the tallies he’d made with the crop. The thick white ropes of come complement the redness nicely, if he does say so himself.
Kevin slumps onto the bed, eyes closing, knees weak. He feels the bed dip when Jay sits beside him.
“Are you okay, Popple? Can you give me a color?” Jay asks, rubbing Kevin’s sweaty hair.
“Mm, green. ‘M good.” Kevin mumbles, leaning into Jay’s touch.
“You want some water?” Jay asks, reaching for the water bottle on the nightstand.
Kevin picks his head up enough to drink from the straw, pulling back after a minute. “Thanks, King.”
“Of course.” Jay pets Kevin’s hair, reaching for the wipes to clean up the mess gently.
Kevin hisses through his teeth as Jay cleans him up, the welts sore now. “How bad is it?”
“You won’t like sitting down for a while.” Jay says, throwing away the wipes.
Kevin nods. “I’m sorry for flirting with that guy. I never meant to disrespect you.”
Jay nods after a moment as well. “Thank you. You want me to run you a bath?”
“Will you take it with me?” Kevin asks eagerly.
Jay chuckles. “I can do that.”
“And…..” Kevin hesitates for a moment.
“And?” Jay asks, arching his eyebrow.
“Did you give me your tallies?” Kevin asks in a rush, face burning red now.
Jay lips quirk into a smile. “Call it a trial run. Come on. Bath time.”
Kevin can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he follows Jay into the bathroom.