...The Punishment
Conner entered the bedroom ahead of Lester and went to stand by the bed. Lester followed him in and stood, looking at him, arms folded.
“Strip.”
Connor hesitated for second.
“Do not make me ask you again. You’re in enough trouble.”
“Yes Sir.” Connor managed, as his hands flew to his clothes to remove them as quickly as he could. Within moments he stood naked, exposed to Lester’s gaze. He could feel his skin heat up as Lester’s eyes travelled up and down his body, taking in every curve, every gentle swell of muscle, every inch of smooth skin.
“Get the box. Put it on the bed.”
Conner moved quickly to the wardrobe and pulled out a box, doing as Lester instructed. The box contained all their toys; everything they used to play their games and tease and torment each other even more than they could just with their bodies.
“Go to the kitchen table. You know what to do.”
Connor nodded and left the bedroom. Lester looked into the box and thought for a moment. He selected three items and headed into the kitchen after Connor.
Connor had followed his instructions and was positioned at the kitchen table. He stood over it, the edge of the cold steel pressed against his upper thighs as he leant over the table, supported on his arms. Lester stood behind him, silently surveying his body. He took off his jacket and lay it over a chair. Undoing his cufflinks he slipped them into his jacket pocket before rolling up his sleeves. He loosened his tie just enough to undo the top button of his shirt.
“Spread your legs.”
Connor did as he was told, the movement lowering him further down onto the table. Lester picked up a tube of lube, one of the items he had brought in with him. Standing close behind Connor, but not quite touching him, he used his foot to push the young man’s legs even further apart, bending him lower still over the table and giving Lester a better view of and access to his arse.
Connor couldn’t help but hiss in a breath as his hardening cock brushed the cold table top.
“Quiet. Can you at least remember you’re supposed to keep quiet?”
Connor nodded and then had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making another sound as Lester was suddenly smearing lube against his entrance and pushing one slicked finger inside him. Connor gripped the table tightly as a second finger joined the first. They worked in and out of him, filling him and spreading him. He prepared himself for the sensation of a third finger entering his body and was not disappointed.
Lester could feel Connor’s muscles squeezing around him. Could feel the slight tremor in his thighs as he fought the urge to push back against him. Lester enjoyed the heat and the tightness of Connor’s body around his fingers and could have happily lost himself in the moment. But he was better disciplined than that. And this all about discipline afterall. This was about Connor’s punishment.
Removing his fingers from Connor Lester chose to ignore the small disappointed sound that came from him. He picked up the butt plug that he had brought in with him and squeezed lube onto it.
Connor felt suddenly empty and took a deep breath as he waited to see what would happen next. He was quickly rewarded with the feeling of something cold and hard being pressed against his waiting hole. He tried to keep his breathing even as he felt himself being filled up by the toy Lester was pushing into his body. He shivered at the sensations of the widest part entering him, then giving way to the slim neck. His muscles automatically tightened around the neck, holding it inside his body.
“Now,” said Lester, “time for your punishment. You may make noise if you need to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” Connor replied, his voice clear, but husky with need.
“Very well then.”
Connor had no idea what Lester had brought from the box and he quivered with anticipation, wondering what he would feel strike the tender flesh of his arse, but he was in no doubt about the fact that he was about to be spanked.
He heard the sound of flesh striking flesh almost before he felt the sensation of Lester’s hand hit him. Connor gasped but didn’t have time to recover before another slap landed firmly on his other cheek. He let out a small cry, gripping onto the table while two more slaps came in quick succession. Lester paused for a moment allowing Connor to get his breath back. This would be the time that Connor could give the signal to stop if he wanted to. Instead Lester watched as Connor lowered his head and raised his arse higher towards him.
Lester wasn’t going to disappoint.
He raised his hand and brought it down onto Connor’s backside again and again, watching the skin turn white, then pink under his hand. Then he let his hand miss its mark slightly and his fingers caught the flat of the butt plug.
Connor cried out sharply as the toy was pushed into his body. Lester paused again slightly, but Connor wriggled his arse in a silent plea for more. Lester gave a tight smile and started to spank him again.
Lester listened to Connor as he continued to cry out and moan as he spanked him and watched the way his body moved. He saw the young man’s muscles start to tremble and his breathing become more and more hitched. With one more well aimed slap Lester again hit the end of the butt plug pushing it into Connor’s body and tipping the young man over the edge. With a cry Connor came over the hard surface of the table, his come coating it and his stomach. The waves of his orgasm continued to shudder through his body and he gasped for air in big gulps.
Lester took a couple of steps back and looked at Connor now slumped on the table.
“You’ve made another mess haven’t you? Turn around.”
Connor pushed himself away from the table and stood straight, turning around. His come glistened on his stomach. Lester smiled at the post-orgasmic flush of red that was spread across Connor’s chest in symmetry to the red of his spanked arse.
“Come here.”
Connor obediently went forward stopping just shy of touching the older man.
“You’re taking your punishment very well. But you need to clean up the mess you made. Put this on.”
Lester handed Connor the last thing he had brought from the box. It was a very short white apron; a plain version of the type a maid may have worn in the nineteenth centenary. Connor took it and wrapped it around his waist, the curved bottom of the apron only just covering his spent cock. He tied it behind him, the knot sitting at the small of his back and he felt the cotton strips brush against the over sensitive skin of his arse.
He looked down at himself, excited by his own appearance. Then Lester was next to him again holding out a clean kitchen cloth, already wet and doused with soap. He held out his hand and took it.
“Clean.”
Connor bent to do as instructed immediately. He started with the mess that he had made, wiping and carefully folding over the cloth, then moved on to the rest of the table. He squeezed the cloth, spreading soapy suds across the table top.
Lester watched Connor work with the cloth, scrubbing at the table. The length meant he had to reach forward to get to the far end; stretching out his lean body. The movement also meant that he was once again bent double, displaying himself to Lester. Lester watched Connor’s chest and stomach slide across the table top, lubricated by the soap and water he was spreading around. He reached a hand down and gripped his erection through his trousers. He started to rub it lazily as Connor performed for him, the ties of the apron draping nicely over his arse, the white standing out prettily against the still pink flesh.
He watched for a few moments longer, touching himself through the expensive fabric as Connor accentuated his movements, thrusting his perfect little arse into the air.
With a few quick moves Lester removed his shirt and tie, discarding them to one side. He picked up the lube and stepped forwards.
“Stop cleaning. Turn around and sit up on the table.”
Connor stopped immediately and managed to turn around and sit himself on the table in one movement. Lester was right in front of him now, his hard cock in his hand. Connor watched, unable to control the need in his eyes, as he watched Lester slick himself up with the lube.
“Lie back. Legs up.”
Connor obeyed, laying back, his arse perched on the edge of the table, and raising his knees. He spread his legs apart, hooking his hands between his knees to hold them back. Lester’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at Connor display himself so openly to him. He pulled slightly on the apron, now wet and see-through, covering Connor’s cock again, which was starting to harden once more. He put a hand on each of Connor’s before running them down his thighs, being rewarded by the muscle trembling under his touch.
His hands reached Connor’s arse and he felt for the butt plug. He pulled on it gently, watching Connor’s face as the sensations ran through his body. Not caring about mess any more, he dropped the now redundant toy onto the floor and quickly pushed himself into Connor’s waiting body.
He groaned as the young man’s heat surrounded him, his head dropping momentarily. Looking up again he saw Connor with his head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip.
“You can speak.” Lester managed to growl out.
As soon as he said it, Connor let out a keening cry of desire and joy at having Lester inside him.
“Oh god yes.” Lester panted. He moved slowly inside him, feeling Connor’s cock now fully hard between their stomachs. “Tell me what you want Connor. Tell me what you need.”
“Need you to fuck me.”
“Ask me Connor. Beg me.” Lester was moving faster inside him again now, watching the lithe body writhe underneath him.
“Please. Please fuck me.” Lester moaned at the words and the breathless, needy way they were spoken.
“Tell me how.” he growled.
“Faster. Please. Fuck me faster, harder.”
Lester couldn’t hold back a moment longer, and gripping Connor’s hips he gave him what he wanted. He snapped his hips forwards faster and harder, driving himself deep into Connor’s body, being rewarded by a series of gasping moans and cries.
Lester could feel his orgasm building low in his belly and angled himself so that he hit Connor’s sweet spot with every thrust. With a loud cry and an arch of his back, Connor came again, his come quickly soaking into the still wet cotton between their bodies, which Lester could feel sticky against his stomach. Connor’s muscles were tight around him and with a deep moan Lester finally let himself come, filling Connor’s body.
Lester stilled for a moment, holding himself up on his arms, before sliding out of Connor, allowing the young man to adjust his position. Connor lowered his legs and wrapped them around Lester. Lester’s arms finally started to give way and he lowered himself onto Connor’s body. Connor wrapped his own arms around his lover’s body, and they lay together, each trying to catch their breath, their hearts beating against each others’ chests.
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