“Oh boy, this is nothing like torture. But that’s okay I don’t ever want you to know what real torture is like. Sexual torture, though, that’s a different story.”
Brody slumped down on the table as though he had run out of energy. The Fox grabbed the tube of lube that he’d gotten out of the drawer and squirted some onto his hand, then he ran it over his thick, firm cock.
“Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart,” the Fox ordered Brody.
Brody moved slowly. “I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t fully turned on at that time. But now I am! It’s a miracle. Hallelujah!”
“Getting turned on is a miracle?” the Fox asked. “I experience miracles several times a day, then. Every time I look at you or my Bunny.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. But what I mean is that it’s a miracle to be, um, well, this turned on after being spanked.”
Hmm, his boy didn’t sound so sure about that. The Fox ran his fingers over his boy’s asshole, coating it with lube.
“I want you to relax, my boy,” he ordered as he slowly pushed one finger into Brody’s ass.
Brody let out a deep breath and his body relaxed as the Fox drew his finger out, then drove it inside once more.
Fuck.
His boy’s ass was so hot and it seemed to suck his finger in. The Fox’s dick was now hard as he added a second finger, stretching his boy, getting him ready to take his cock.
And then he reached around with his free hand to run along Brody’s dick. Brody’s breathing grew faster and his body tensed as the Fox moved his hands in tandem. One hand moved along Brody’s dick as his fingers penetrated his boy’s ass.
“Oh God, oh God,” Brody muttered.
“You know, sometimes I act like God. But I don’t actually think I am God. We don’t really have a lot in common. So I think I would rather you say ‘oh Fox, oh Fox’. Or ‘oh Sir, oh Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” Brody cried. “Please!”
“Please, what?” the Fox asked. “What would you like me to do?”
“I need to come,” Brody said. “Please let me come.”
“Hmm, but naughty boys don’t get to come after being punished, do they?” the Fox reminded him.
Brody whimpered, and the Fox nearly grinned as he slid a third finger into Brody’s ass, stretching him out. Then he drew his fingers free, cleaning them off with a wipe before he pressed the head of his cock against his boy’s asshole.
“Take a deep breath in,” he commanded.
Brody sucked in a deep breath, and as the Fox started pushing his way into his ass, Brody let his breath out.
“That’s it,” the Fox praised. “Good boy. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. Look at it disappearing inside you.”
The Fox grasped hold of Brody’s hips as he drove himself further into him.
“That’s it, my boy. Take me like a good boy.”
Brody held onto the desk as the Fox drove in and out until he found himself reaching for that peak. Getting higher and higher until he was about to come.
“Run your hand up and down your cock, Pup, but don’t come yet,” the Fox ordered.
Brody started to recite the periodic table out loud as he stroked himself.
He was so cute. And such a good boy.
Brody knew there would be a punishment if he came without permission. The Fox felt Brody clench down around him and knew he had to be close.
Was he being mean making him wait? Probably.
