Page 28 of Thwack!

“The creature assists in his treatment,” Gabu reported happily. “Don’t falter.”

Hilu didn’t falter. He increased both the frequency and intensity of his slaps until he seemed nearly robotic himself. MJ whimpered into his gag, choking out his pained pleasure as he strove for release with the help of an alien and a ship until he came in an explosion of come and joy.

“The obstruction is expelled,” Gabu said with satisfaction as he watched MJ’s release jet onto the floor. “Now to see if the swelling decreases.”

“May I cease the maneuver?” Hilu asked. “My arm fatigues.”

“I will continue.” Gabu changed places with Hilu. He continued spanking MJ, but more gently, as if he were burping a baby, as Hilu fondled MJ’s softening cock.

“Swelling has sufficiently decreased,” he said, giving MJ’s cock a last, gentle tug. “We can continue the probe.

MJ groaned. He was satisfied now but afraid more probing would result in a repeat of the entire exercise.

Then again, would that be so bad? He rather liked being probed. He liked having his obstructions cleared too. And that lower esophagus Heimlich maneuver? A new favorite.

~~~

MJ woke up in his bed, the lingering remains of a very strange dream teasing at the edges of his memory. He’d been abducted by aliens, he remembered with a grin. They’d probed him and spanked him and made him come. Apparently if he fell asleep annoyed about not being able to find anything kinky enough to jerk off to, his unconscious brain supplied something far kinkier than anything his conscious brain could conjure.

It must have been a wet dream too because he felt satisfied now. More than satisfied. He felt seriously drained, as if he’d come more than once. But there was no wet splotch on his mattress, no evidence of ejaculation staining his sheets. Weird.

He rolled lazily onto his back, then much less lazily onto his stomach. His ass was hot and sore, and when he got out of bed and examined it in the mirror, he saw that it was bright red with three-fingered bruises.

How had he managed to do that to himself? Because he must have done it to himself. Aliens didn’t exist. And if they did, they didn’t spank you to orgasm while their ship massaged your prostate.

Right?

Right.

~~The End~~

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Underappreciated

“You know what’s underappreciated?”

“Hm?” Jack turned his head lazily in Maddox’s direction. He’d been watching the Mets—a middle-aged excuse for napping—while Maddox scrolled through news articles on his tablet.

“The simple things in life. I saw a scene today. Not a scene-scene, just a father giving his son a whap on the ass. I don’t think I approve of corporeal punishment for children, but it got me to thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Jack’s drowsiness had dropped away. Maddox was his husband and his Dom, the man he worshipped, respected, loved, and sometimes feared because Maddox had a deviously evil mind. When Maddox got to thinking, it spelled trouble for Jack.

“About what I said—the simple things in life. The basics. BDSM can get fancy or formal or cruel, but the basics are the basics for a reason.” Maddox put down his tablet. “I’ve been overlooking something.”

Jack wished his dick wasn’t already getting hard because he had no idea where Maddox was going, only a sort of giddy expectation that it was going to be bad. The basics for them meant impact play followed by rough anal and usually included a serious case of blue balls for Jack because he was rarely allowed to join his partner in climax.

That was how their first meeting had gone. Maddox had slapped him hard, fucked him harder, then left him high and dry without so much as a kiss. And though they’d done plenty of wilder things since then—play piercings, predicament bondage, deep sounding—that was the scenario they came back to over and over. Jack loved it as much as he loved Maddox. He loved the pain, delivered unemotionally and without pity. He loved the fuck, being drilled by Maddox’s cock. And he loved, in a horrible, gut-wrenching way, getting nothing for it in return. Because what he got, what he always got, what he could never want anything more than, was the privilege of serving Maddox.

So if Maddox wanted to go back to basics on this drowsy Sunday afternoon, Jack was all for it. But he’d known his husband too long to believe that was all he had in mind. He was looking at Jack now with cold blue eyes, the eyes Jack had fallen for the first time he’d seen them. He’d known immediately they were a sadist’s eyes, and though Maddox had been in the process of trying to arrest him at the time, he’d made a play, shot his shot, and the gamble had paid off.

“Up for a little fun?” Maddox asked, gazing pointedly at the bulge in Jack’s pants.

“Sure.” He was trying to sound relaxed, but the word came out on a croak. “What did you have in mind?”

“Have I ever told you what I had in mind before?”

Jack shook his head.