Part Seven Yours Sincerely #2
Scott could hear Joe moving around somewhere else in the flat. Not sure how long he had before Joe would be back, Scott scrambled out of his clothes and tossed them all toward one corner of the room. It wasn’t until he was down to nothing but his watch that he paused and took a deep breath.
A moment’s thought and he removed his watch, too. Naked meant naked. Orders weren’t meant to be messed with. Scott pushed his hands through his hair. He was officially as ready for this as he’d ever be. A sudden click made him spin around, his hard-on pointing straight out in front of him.
Joe stepped calmly away from the now closed living room door. Walking into the middle of the room, he placed a battered kitchen chair beneath the room’s central bulb. He was completely naked.
Scott couldn’t have been more shocked if Joe had walked into the room wearing a fancy dress costume. He hadn’t specifically requested nudity in his letter, and he hadn’t expected to get any. The unanticipated treat scattered his thoughts.
Scott couldn’t help but run his eyes slowly over Joe’s body and take in every gorgeous detail. As he studied the inverted triangle of dark hair on Joe’s chest, and traced his way down toward Joe’s pubes, Scott stroked the freshly shaved and hairless skin alongside his own cock.
He hadn’t thought about body hair for years before he met Joe. Now that he was over the initial shock of Joe choosing to get naked, he found it impossible to convince himself to think about anything else.
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For a second, Joe thought that Scott was taking a truly unacceptable level of initiative by daring to play with his cock when they were together without asking for his permission.
But, when he focused in a little more closely and realised what Scott was actually doing, Joe smiled. “How does it feel?”
Scott blinked. He stopped staring at Joe’s body like a hungry hyena, looked up, and met his gaze. “F-feel?”
“Being shaved,” Joe specified, sitting down on the kitchen chair and casually extending his legs out in front of him. His cock was already hard. Joe gave it a few strokes, mostly to remind Scott that he didn’t need anyone’s permission to do that.
“It’s… okay,” Scott said, dropping his hand to his side.
Joe leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest. “You want to try being a bit more vague?”
“It…I don’t know. Everything just f-feels so much m-more sensitive,” Scott said, very softly. Whether he was aware of it or not, Scott’s hand crept back to his crotch as he spoke. He ran his knuckles over his shaved skin.
“Does it get you hard?”
Scott nodded. “All the time.” He shook his head. “Even when I’m at w-work.”
Joe’s smile grew wider as he imagined Scott going through his day completely unable to control his cock. “Good. I want you hard and ready for me all the time.”
Scott nodded, apparently entirely on automatic pilot.
Joe was pretty sure Scott had no idea what he was actually agreeing to anymore, he just knew that he wanted his dom to be pleased with him—that he wanted to submit to Joe’s will more than he wanted to get his own way. Joe straightened up in his chair. “Come here.”
Scott walked toward him, his bare feet making no sound on the floorboards. He stopped directly in front of Joe, halting just short of making physical contact with him.
Joe placed his hands on either side of Scott’s body and pulled him an inch or two closer, until Scott was standing neatly between Joe’s own comfortably splayed legs.
Running his hands down Scott’s sides and over his buttocks, Joe relished the strength tangible in the muscles hidden away beneath Scott’s surprisingly soft skin.
His fingers reached the backs of Scott’s legs. “Tell me why you want to be spanked,” he ordered, as he massaged the flesh he was about to punish.
“What?”
Joe moved his hands back up and settled them on Scott’s arse to contentedly cup the firm, round globes. “Tell me why you asked me to spank you,” he repeated.
Scott peered down at Joe as if he was speaking a different language.
Slipping his hands further around Scott’s body, Joe dipped his fingers down the cleft between Scott’s buttocks and ran a fingertip over the sensitive strip of skin right above Scott’s hole.
Scott had shaved himself there too. Joe ran his eyes over Scott’s crotch. There wasn’t even a hint of stubble anywhere. Such a good boy…
“Have you done something you think you need to be punished for?” Joe looked up, and their eyes met.
Scott blinked first. He looked down, but the gesture wasn’t accompanied by any sort of attempt to speak.
“It’s a simple question,” Joe pushed. “All it requires is an honest answer.”
Scott politely covered his mouth as he cleared his throat. “I d-don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”
“You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong?” Leaning back in his seat, Joe broke all contact between them, re-folded his arms, and raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”
Scott shuffled his feet. His erection swayed in front of Joe’s face.
“Have you come without permission when we’re together?” Joe asked.
Scott shook his head.
“Have you done anything with another guy?” The very thought of it made Joe tense, but he managed to keep his voice level.
Another shake of the head.
Joe relaxed. “Have you committed murder, treason, anything like that?”
Scott smiled slightly. “No, n-nothing like that.”
“So…” Joe prompted.
Scott glanced away for a moment. When he met Joe’s eyes again, it was obvious how much effort it required. “N-no,” he said, his voice softer than ever. “I haven’t d-done anything I think I need to be p-punished for.”
Joe nodded his approval. It might have been like getting blood out of a stone, but the satisfaction he received from hearing Scott say those words was worth it. “So why a spanking?” he asked.
Scott shrugged. His arms hung idly at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them; or perhaps as if he felt the need to receive an order before he was allowed to do anything with them. As Joe watched, Scott twitched his fingers and formed a half-fist several times in quick succession.
“Because it’s something you think I want?” Joe suggested.
All that question did was convince Scott to meet Joe’s gaze for another few seconds. No words left Scott’s mouth; he just managed to look more nervous than ever.
“I do want to spank you,” Joe added, just in case Scott harboured any doubts about that.
“You have a fantastic arse. I’ve imagined you turned over my knee since the first day I met you.
I’ve jacked off to the idea of it dozens of times.
Hell, if you hadn’t done such a good impression of a man who didn’t know he was a sub, this would have happened months ago. ”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He still didn’t speak.
“And you are a sub,” Joe went on. His grip on his opposite biceps tightened.
His forearms pressed against his chest, threatening to squeeze the air out of his lungs as he forced himself not to reach for Scott just yet.
“You’re submissive enough that I know that you’d volunteer to do something you think you’d hate, just because you thought it would please me. ”
Scott’s fingers curled into a full-fist at his side. His knuckles turned white. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense before Joe’s eyes, but Scott’s erection didn’t falter. “I w-want this,” he whispered.
They couldn’t have been any closer unless Scott was sitting on Joe’s lap, but the words were still on the edge of Joe’s hearing. “What do you want?” he pushed.
“I want you to s-spank me.”
Joe didn’t move.
Scott cleared his throat; then tried again, louder. “I w-want you to spank me.” He paused for a moment. “Please.”
Joe couldn’t stop his lips twitching, but he managed to stop himself laughing out loud. So bloody polite… “You think you’ll like it?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Because you liked it when I used the flogger on you the first time we did a scene together?”
Scott nodded. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock. Joe had stayed still for long enough, and Scott had earned his touch with his honesty. Joe swiped up the droplet and offered it to Scott’s lips on his fingertip.
Very slowly, Scott opened his mouth and accepted the treat.
Joe took his finger away once it had been licked clean. “Good boy.” He leaned back in his chair. “But this won’t be anything like what I did with the flogger.”
Scott shuffled his feet, once more making his cock do a little dance for Joe’s amusement, but he remained silent.
Sod it. There was only so much talking, so much one-way conversation, a man could be expected to live through. “Turn yourself over my knees.”
Scott took a step back and stared down at Joe’s lap, as if he needed to literally look at the task from a new angle before he could work out how to follow the command.
Joe brought his legs together and guided Scott around to stand at his side. Scott’s attempt to bend over Joe’s lap may have been intended to be cautious and graceful, but in reality it was as clumsy as hell. Scott’s cock poked into Joe’s thigh as Scott landed heavily across his legs.
Joe’s cock rubbed very pleasantly against the underside of Scott’s torso as Joe tugged him into a more appropriate position—one which allowed Scott to reach forward and steady himself with his hands on the floor in front of him.
A few moments went by while Joe nudged Scott into the exact pose he wanted him to assume, and made sure Scott’s erection wouldn’t get trapped too painfully beneath him while he was being spanked. Finally satisfied with their arrangements, Joe settled his right hand gently on Scott’s arse.
Scott jerked forward as if Joe had struck him with all of his might. Joe made no comment. Instead, he stroked Scott’s arse and legs, gentling him down, encouraging him to relax.