Chapter Thirty-Six
Torin
Torin walked around the room, touching nearly everything he passed.
“Get naked and present yourself by kneeling, hands behind your back, and lower your gaze until I tell you,” Master Garett ordered.
Torin slowly unzipped his jeans, the way he did when he wanted to entertain, hoping Master Garett loved every minute of his little strip tease.
“You know, you’re very sexy when you undress.”
“Thank you, Sir. I wanted to give you pleasure.”
After Torin was naked, he kneeled on the carpet and presented himself.
Master Garett made his way over to Torin and circled around him. He stopped behind him and placed his hand on Torin’s shoulder. His touch warmed the coolness of Torin’s skin.
“You’re going to be a perfect sub, Torin. Your body does more than please me.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Torin was relieved he had passed Master Garett’s inspection.
Master Garett walked toward the dresser and took something out of one drawer.
“You’re going to wear your training collar. Everyone will know you’re mine and no one will touch you or try to claim you. Are you ready to wear my collar in the training room?”
“Yes, Sir. I’d be honored to.”
“You can stand now, arms behind your back, and look at me.” Master Garett’s eyes, the color of a summer sky, shone with love and approval, his ginger hair catching the light.
“Torin,” Master Garett said, “I promise to protect you. I’ll never violate your trust in me. This collar will be a symbol of your submission to me.” He kissed Torin’s lips. “Read the rules to me.” Garett pointed to the poster.
Torin read aloud. “Rules for Master Garett’s Playroom:
1. Do not speak without permission.
2. Enter naked, kneel in the middle of the room.
3. Use safewords when needed.
4. Clean the playroom and toys after each session.”
“Thank you. Walk around the room and familiarize yourself. You have permission to talk.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“What do you think of the swing?”
“Can I sit in it?”
“Go ahead.”
After Torin sat on the swing, Garett strapped him in and pushed him back and forth.
“It would be fun if you fucked me in this swing, Sir.”
“And that might happen when I decide to.” He stopped the swing and unbuckled Torin.
“When are we going to a scene?”
“Soon.”
“What are we going to do, Sir?”
“First, remember you don’t have to do anything I ask you to do. If I ask you which word are you, answer ice for stop, rain for pause, and sun for good, keep going.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Stand by the red X nailed to the wall.” Garett pointed to it.
Torin stood before the red X. There were hooks on the ends.
“I didn’t see that red X yesterday, Sir.”
“No, it wasn’t here then. The Dom angels did it. What do you want me to use on you?” He pointed to the wall of spanking implements.
“The flogger, Sir.” Torin’s cock jerked at the sight of the flogger, something he had wanted since he’d held one at the store. Torin was sure Garett was pleased with his choice by the smile he displayed.
“Good choice.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Torin’s face warmed into a blush, remembering Garett said it was good for warming up.
“Face the wall and spread your arms and feet wide so I can cuff you to the wall.”
Torin’s nerve endings tingled with eagerness. He had no reason to complain or be concerned, but he had expected Garett to flog him on the spanking bench.
“I’m going to fasten you up. If you hate it, then use your safeword. Are you sure you’re ready to be flogged?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tonight, I’ll test your sucking skills.”
“Yes, Sir. I can’t wait.”
Torin did as directed and stood in a position in front of the red X nailed to the wall. Garett fastened his wrists first, leaving his feet hanging about half an inch from the floor. He clicked the leather cuffs to his ankles on both sides of the cross, then wrapped a few more belts around his body and hooked it to the wall to ease the pressure off Torin’s wrists and ankles. Torin tried to move but couldn’t. His ass cheeks clenched at what was to come; the anticipation was killing him.
“What’s your safeword?” Garett asked.
“Ice, Sir.” Torin felt trapped, out of control, just the way his cock liked it.
“Why am I flogging you?” Garett whispered.
“I asked for it, Sir.”
“When I ask you what word you are, please respond with ice, rain, or sun. If you are good, say sun. If you need to pause for any reason, say rain. If you want to stop, say ice,” Garett repeated.
“Yes, Sir.”
Torin was unable to pull his hands or feet in any direction. Sweat poured down his face. He had told Garett he wanted him to use the flogger, but he had never been flogged before. With Garett beside him, he didn’t fear it. He felt fine, secured to the wall. He wanted to tell Garett how much he had already helped him get more self-confidence.
“What’s wrong?” Garett asked.
“I’m surprised how much I enjoy being hooked up to the wall X, Sir.”
Garett stood to the side and rubbed Torin’s back in small circles, and he spoke in a soft voice. “You don’t have to try this if you don’t want to. Do you want to do this?”
“I want this, Sir. I need it.” Torin wanted to experience flogging. Yet he continued to twist his wrists and ankles as if he needed a Plan B.
“Stop trying to wiggle your way out of the handcuffs.”
Garett’s hand cracked against Torin’s ass. He jerked from the unexpected blow landing so hard. The loud thud pierced through his pathetic shame and worrisome thoughts. Garett’s hand packed a fucking bite as it pelted his unprotected skin. Torin chewed his lower lip as the pain exploded right through him.
“What word are you?”
“Sun, Sir.”
Garett picked up the flogger and ran it along Torin’s back, ass, and legs. He stepped back and wielded the flogger against his back.
That stung more than he had thought it would.
“What word are you?”
“Sun, Sir.”
Garett swung the flogger against Torin’s ass. Each blow stung more than his hand, leaving a burning sensation. He lost count of how many times Garett wielded the flogger on his sore bottom and back, striking him repeatedly in the same areas.
With what seemed like nonstop swatting, the heat and the sting moved deep inside his muscles and nerve endings. Tears blinded Torin’s eyes, caused by the exhilaration at his success and the physical pain, and he sported a hard-on. Torin felt lightheaded, and he disappeared into a warm cloud. Garett tossed the flogger to the floor and removed his restraints. He carried him to the other side of the room and laid him on a cot, covered him with a white sheet, and waited until he rested a bit, softly stroking his back and shoulders. Then he handed him a bottle of water.
“My beautiful Torin. You were perfect. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Torin sipped his water.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay, Sir. No, I feel like I went to the moon and back.”
Garett sat beside him on the cot and handed him a chocolate bar.
“Thanks. I want more of this, Sir.”
“And I want you. I want to be inside you when you’re ready.”
“I want you, Sir. I’m ready for you.”
Garett undressed, put a condom on, and lubed himself.
As soon as Torin turned over, Garett climbed onto the cot and kneeled between his legs and lubed Torin’s opening.
Garett wrapped one arm around Torin’s waist. His other hand circled his cock and aimed for his target. Then he pushed inside. The burn melted his insides. His ass throbbed as Garett slammed in and out, and once again, he banged his prostate. His cock was oozing precum. Torin bucked his body, needing even more contact. Garett immediately saw to his need by taking his cock in his hand, stroking to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him.
“Damn, Torin. You’re so hot. Your cute red ass of yours turns me on.”
Torin couldn’t answer, could form no words; only faint whimpers left his lips. With a tug, Garett exploded into his condom. The throbbing of his cock ignited Torin into shooting his cum, spurt after spurt.
Torin collapsed facedown onto the sheets, panting, still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. Garett rested alongside him, turned his head, and kissed him hard on the lips. His tongue entered Torin’s mouth, and both tongues played tag.
“You’re damn good, boy.” Garett pulled away from Torin’s lips. Sweat dripped from his hair and ran down his face, his beautiful, bearded face.
“Thanks, Sir.” Torin pushed his hair away from his eyes.
He caressed and kissed Torin’s back. “We need to take a shower so we can get ready for bed.”