Chapter Thirty-Nine
Torin
“You told me you wanted to concentrate on bondage and impact play, is that still okay for this scene?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve selected the sleeping bag at the end of the scene. The first part will be the use of a spanking implement you haven’t tried. Also, I’ll cover your eyes and add some surprise elements.”
“Yes, Sir.” Torin smiled, the warmth spreading across his cheeks.
“First pick an implement, then pick the furniture you want me to use.”
Torin walked over to the wall with the impact implements. He scanned the items on the wall, then he turned around, “I want the red paddle, Sir.”
“Red called your name. Excellent choice. We need to get one for home.”
Torin nodded.
Garett pulled the paddle down from the wall hook. “Where do want to be paddled?”
Torin looked around the room to see which piece of furniture. He wanted to try the spanking bench, since they hadn’t used the one at home.
“Excellent choice. Strip down and put your folded clothing on the chair.”
“Yes, Sir.” Torin noticed the window drape was opened and the first faces he recognized were Cherry’s and Sam’s.
“What’s wrong, Torin?”
Torin pointed to the window and said, “Can you draw the drapes, so no one can see us?”
“Of course, that’s my mistake. Sorry about that.” Garett kissed Torin on the forehead, then walked over to the window and pulled the drape down, preventing others from watching them.
“Thank you, Sir.” Torin removed his clothes, folded them and put them on a chair.
Garett found a large bandana and tied it around Torin’s eyes.
“Can you see?”
“No, Sir.”
Garett walked away from him and returned. “I’m going to insert a butt plug inside you. Are you okay with that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s brand new just for my boy. Have you used one before?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Bend over.”
Torin obeyed instantly by folding over the spanking bench. Garett carefully lubricated his opening. He slowly put the butt plug inside him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, Sir. It feels very good.” Torin wondered how Garett found the best size for him. He certainly didn’t measure his butthole.
“Don’t worry about me paddling your butt plug up inside you. It won’t happen.” Garett brushed the paddle along his back, to his ass, and thighs. “Are you ready for ten swats?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to use the cuffs to lock you on the spanking bench.” He attached the two cuffs for his wrists, then clasped the ones on his ankles.
“Can you move?”
“No, Sir.” Torin was where he wanted to be. He wondered how the paddle would feel.
The loud sound of the leather paddle walloped Torin’s bare ass. Damn it! It hurts like hell.
Thump. Fuck, this hurts. He clenched his cheeks, preparing for the next blow. The second one came down harder than the first blow. He had a difficult time breathing evenly. Number three struck him right below where the second strike had landed. Tears rolled down cheeks from the pain and the horrifying sound the paddle made against his ass. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This hurts. The sound of the paddle meeting his ass alarmed him and turned him on in a way he hadn’t experienced before.
“What word are you feeling?”
“Sun, Sir.”
Garett was relentless with his heavy swats. More strikes connected with his ass. He was determined to take all ten swats. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Torin was whimpering out of his mind with the pain.
“What word are you feeling?” Garett asked.
“Sun.”
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m proud of myself and it is making me so hot and turned on,” Torin said through his tears.
Garett placed the paddle beside Torin. He unattached the cuffs from the spanking bench.
“Stand up and face me.”
Torin turned around and wiped his tears away. Ashamed of himself for crying.
Garett took him in his arms. “You’re so perfect, Torin. You make the most loving sub. Don’t be ashamed of your tears. Many cry.”
“Good. I thought I did something wrong, Sir.”
“Let’s get you over to the cot.” Garett helped him walk to the cot.
“I love this feeling. I still have it now.”
Garett handed him a chocolate bar and a bottle of water.
“I’m so glad you liked it.”
“Even though it hurt, it made me harder and more excited, needing your big cock inside me.”
Garett covered him. “I’m so proud of you. I’ve never dreamed you would be under my paddle or training to be a sub. You’ve come a long way.”
“You taught me how to submit and take all the good feelings I never had before.”
“The bondage part will involve being wrapped up.” He pointed to the folded sleeping bag on the table. “I’m going to put you in there then tie you in so you can’t move. We’ll see if you like it. Remember, say your safeword and you’re out of there.”
Garett sat on the cot, bent over, and kissed Torin. When he rested enough, Garett brought the sleeping bag to the cot. He helped Torin to stand then he put the sleeping bag on top of the cot.
“Climb inside, then I’ll tie you in with rope. At any point, use your safeword.”
Garett helped Torin up, then he laid out the sleeping bag. Torin slipped inside it. He lay stretched out on the bed, his pulse thrumming steadily as he watched Garett move around the room with deliberate ease. He knew this was one of the bondage tests.
“Ready?” Garett asked, his deep voice calm but firm.
Torin swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
The fabric was soft, enclosing him as he zipped it up from the outside, trapping Torin’s arms against his sides. His breath came a little quicker, the restriction setting in, but he forced himself to stay still.
Then came the rope.
Garett worked methodically, wrapping it around the sleeping bag in neat coils, tightening just enough to reinforce the restraint. The first loop pressed snugly around Torin’s chest, the next around his waist. Each pass of the rope sent a shiver through him, the sensation unfamiliar, inescapable.
“How’s that?” Garett asked, his voice a low murmur as he tugged the last knot tight.
Torin tested the bindings, shifting slightly. He could barely move. His heartbeat picked up, a trickle of discomfort creeping up his spine. “It’s…tight.”
“That’s the point,” Garett said, running a hand over the ropes, checking his work. “This is about trust. Knowing you have control over when it stops.” He crouched beside him, close enough that Torin could feel his warmth even through the layers of confinement. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll get you out.”
Torin nodded, focusing on his breathing. He could do this.
The first minute passed in silence. His heartbeat was loud in his ears, but he focused on Garett’s steady presence, the weight of his gaze keeping him grounded.
By the third minute, sweat gathered at the back of his neck. The sensation of being bound so tightly, unable to move, made his skin prickle. His fingers twitched uselessly inside the fabric, and his chest rose and fell a little too quickly.
By the fifth minute, his pulse was hammering. His breath hitched. His body screamed at him to get out.
“Ice…Ice…” Torin blurted, his voice sharper than he intended.
The ropes were off in seconds. The sleeping bag unzipped in one swift motion. Cool air rushed over him as Garett pulled him free, his strong hands steady as he helped Torin sit up.
Torin dragged in deep breaths, shaking his arms out, stretching his legs.
Garett watched him carefully. “You did good,” he said, his voice free of disappointment. “Not your thing?”
Torin shook his head, still catching his breath. “No, Sir. Didn’t like it.”
Garett cupped the back of his neck, fingers pressing firmly. “That’s why we test limits. Now we know.”
Torin exhaled, letting the tension drain from his body. Garett didn’t push, didn’t tease—just accepted it.
And that, more than anything, made Torin trust him even more.
With a mixture of pride and satisfaction warming Torin from the inside out, they walked away from the private room, their footsteps light. When they arrived at the bar, Torin immediately spotted Colton and Henry, who greeted them with enthusiastic smiles. The four friends exchanged warm handshakes and hearty hugs.
As they settled into their spots, Torin turned to Henry, a proud smile on his face. He shared how well his training was going with Garett, the hard work paying off. Henry seemed genuinely pleased, giving Torin an encouraging pat on the back.
Without missing a beat, Torin mentioned what Cherry had said earlier. He tried to keep his tone light, assuring Henry that he was okay despite Cherry’s remarks. The concern in Henry’s eyes softened as he nodded in understanding.
Colton, always the life of the party, ordered a round of drinks for everyone. He raised his glass and proposed a toast, his infectious energy lifting everyone’s spirits. As they clinked their glasses together, Colton eagerly suggested they go dirt bike riding, a plan that was met with unanimous excitement. The night shaped up to be one filled with laughter, friendship, and adventure.