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The next spank was anything but playful. Evan shouted, pulling away instinctively. It hurt. That didn’t stop him from popping his ass back out for the next hit.

Evan was dancing on his toes as the next strikes fell.

“Ten,” Quincy finally announced.

Evan whined. He wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.

“The doctor said you’re not supposed to do anything too strenuous,” Quincy suggested.

Was that why he’d been holding back? Or was he just teasing? Probably both.

“You didn’t use the paddle yet,” Evan argued. Well, begged would be more accurate.

“I suppose you’re right…” Quincy considered, dragging the smooth leather over Evan’s back, across his burning ass, and down his thighs. “It would be a shame not to test it out.”

Evan nodded eagerly. “Please Sir. I was bad.”

Quincy laughed. “Very bad.”

That was all the warning Evan got before the paddle came down. There was a sharp snap of pain, before the deeper thud settled in. God, yes. He was going to have bruises tomorrow.

Evan lurched up, but Quincy pressed him back down. He melted into the mattress.

He didn’t need to move. Didn’t need to anticipate.

Quincy was going to do whatever he wanted to do, and that was bliss.

The next stroke fell, searing across his already reddened butt cheeks. The following one hit him in that sensitive patch just lower, at the top of his thighs. Evan howled.

There was pain, of course, but his cock was hard and dripping, while every nerve in his body sang.

Then more. And more.

“There are those pretty tears,” Quincy cooed.

Evan hadn’t even realized he was crying. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and everything was crystalized and wet in his vision, so he supposed he must be.

The pain had pushed through to pleasure, mingling inextricably to drive him higher.

Evan started moving to his own rhythm, working his cock mindlessly against the bedspread.

“Don’t come,” Quincy warned, reinforcing his words with another harsh smack.

But it was too good. “Sirrrr,” Evan slurred. “Not gonna…”

Quincy pulled Evan up against his chest, encircling him with arms and hoses.

Evan’s cock bobbled in the air, bereft of any touch.

“Please, Sir. Please!” Evan’s words barely made sense in his own head. He was so close. Quincy wouldn’t deny him again, would he?

“Oh, not yet.” Quincy encircled Evan’s cock with his tripod claw, the three pincers lightly gripping around the base of his cockhead. One slid into the notch of the sensitive triangle underneath.

It was probably meant to be intimidating, the thin, pointed metal threatening his most vulnerable parts. It probably should have deterred him. Slowed him down.

Evan came.

Explosively.