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When the cuffs clicked around his wrists, Ethan moaned. It appeared he was far from done, and he was okay with that.

When Gene shoved pillows under his groin to lift his hips, and went back to fucking him, he moaned even more.

And he punished him in the best way possible.

Ethan begged for mercy, and none was given. He was forced to cum a few times, and Gene didn’t stop hitting that one spot. In fact, he purposely did it.

And Ethan loved every second of it.

“Who owns you?” Gene asked, as perspiration built on his body from the sheer exertion of holding back from cumming.

Ethan whimpered.

When he didn’t answer, Gene stopped fucking him, and landed slap after slap to his ass with his good hand.

Ethan gasped and came so hard, his whole body shook from that delicious assault.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouted, as his ass stung from his hands striking his cheeks.

Gene was struggling to hold on, but he was lost. Yeah, he really enjoyed the way Ethan’s body bucked.

“Please,” Ethan whispered.

“Please what?” Gene asked.

Then, he said the words.

“Punish me more.”

So, Gene did.

He left his ass red, and it was bad since he could see the color in the moonlight. Ethan’s body strained as he fought that next orgasm, and Gene had no mercy on him.

“You will never run from me again!” he said, landing another slap to his ass.

He could feel the heat coming off of his cheeks.

Ethan moaned, and his body was wracked with so much pleasure kissed with that wicked pain.

“Fuck me!” he begged. “I need you to fuck me!”

“Say my name,” he ordered.

Ethan’s balls tucked back up into his body as he knew what name the man was referring to, and it was already on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be set free.

“Daddy! Fuck me!” he whispered, needing that more than anything in the world.

He needed to feel safe.

Loved.

Owned.

Gene landed more slaps to his cheeks, and then flipped him back over, so he could fuck him this way. When he slid back into his ass, Ethan looked wild and feral.

“How many more do you have in you?” he asked him, his hips bucking brutally as he drove himself home.

Into his property.