 Ian lifted his head only far enough to look Taren in the eye. He still swayed slightly, even with Taren’s firm grip on him. “Are you okay?” Ian bit his lip, nodded, and whispered, “Yes, sir.” Another shudder ran through him at the thought of Taren taking him in this state. “I need…sir, please….” Ian cleared his throat and made his voice come out with more conviction. “Whatever you want sir, is what I need. Please.” It was more answer than Taren required, and Ian shivered again from the thoughts of what discipline he might receive for his indiscretion. Taren often joked that Ian committed these acts of rebellion just so more punishment and training would be doled out. It was the complete truth and Ian’s way of asking for more, without really asking. Taren pulled in a slow breath through his nose and exhaled it equally as slowly, all the while studying Ian. No doubt he was considering Ian’s state of mind and body and deciding how to proceed. Without further comment Taren gripped the short chain between Ian’s wrists, turned and strode from the shower. He paid no attention when the towel dropped from Ian’s body as he walked. Ian had no choice but to trot along, naked with his cock hard and on display for all to see. Taren would never let anyone touch Ian unless it was what Ian wanted, but he did linger outside their door, forcing Ian to stand with his back to the wall, staring meekly at his feet while a few people walked by. One couple, a man and woman, stopped to watch and gave Taren admiring compliments about Ian’s training and utter submission. Ian was more accustomed to his cock being bound and secured against his body, not sticking straight out for all the world to see. Ian shivered again. Taren ran a finger along Ian’s shaft, making his cock twitch then jerk up and down. He used the same finger to trace a path up Ian’s torso, making him tremble. The couple commented on the lovely sight Ian was displaying. Taren thanked them and opened the door to their room, nudging Ian through. Once inside, Ian hurried to the room’s center and dropped to his knees, hooked his wrist chain behind his neck and kept his head down. “You spoke without permission.” Taren walked in a slow circle around Ian. “For now, I’ll overlook it, but I reserve the right for extra training later since I’d planned something else for today.” He hooked a finger under Ian’s chin and lifted so Ian was forced to stand up. “You may pick where and how I’m going to fuck you, boy.” Any time Ian was given such choices he considered his options carefully. Taren never rushed him and today was no different. He’d very much enjoyed the sling, but it would take time to set it up. Time Ian didn’t want to waste. Ian glanced quickly around the room, stopping when his gaze landed on the enormous, square bed. Thick, rough, wood rafters adorned the ceiling and created a perfect frame for any number of restraint equipment they could use. The wall behind the bed was filled with floggers, whips, paddles, masks, ball gags, spreader bars, and leather ankle and wrist cuffs all arranged in an artistic pattern, creating the perfect backdrop for their activities. They were limited only by their imagination. Taren could be darned imaginative.     Comments are closed.
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