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"You could have warned- Ah!" Pain flared in Porter's ass now, the heavy, thuddy flogger making his skin grow hot. "I swear to...Fuck! Okay, okay," Porter groaned as more lashes hit him, heat licking over his skin and almost overheating him.
Jaygen was pissing him off, stroking that part of him that wanted to fight back. But every time he tried, it was met with more heavy strokes until Porter forgot what he was angry about. He gave into the pain, the delicious burning of his skin and the heat that swept his body in a raging inferno.
"That's better." Jaygen sighed and brought the flogger down drawing a moan out of Porter. "Give into it."
Porter's hands gripped Jaygen's blanket. Why did it feel so...good? He'd been beaten since before he could even remember and it wasn't something he enjoyed. At Jaygen's hands, he was melting. All of the self-hatred, anger and loathing that he'd built up within himself over the past few days, hell the past few years, was being whipped from his body as he cried out and tried not to fall. He finally couldn't take it and fell to the bed, panting.
"Get up." Jaygen waited a moment before he pushed his hand into Porter's hair and the man grunted. "Get back up on your knees."
"I can't." Porter shook his head. "It's too much."
"Then call red and we'll end it." He tightened his grip and Porter growled. "I think you're full of shit though. I think you can take much more, but you’re still fighting me."
Porter swallowed thickly. Maybe he was. The thought of opening himself up on the level that Jaygen demanded terrified him. Porter squirmed in his grip and his face was promptly shoved into the bed.
"Get back up."
"Jaygen, please," Porter whispered. "I can't do it. I can't-"
"Yes, you can." Jaygen pulled him up and Porter followed with his heart in his throat. "No more hiding from me. From any of us."
Porter swallowed thickly. "Okay," he whispered. He had no idea if he could give Jaygen what he was asking for, but...some part of him wanted to try. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy."
Why did that make his heart nearly pound out of his chest? Jaygen's hand ran over his body, soothing his flesh before he felt the flogger come down once more. If Porter thought for a moment that Jaygen was using even a tiny fraction of his power before, he was proven wrong. The first stroke of the flogger nearly made him fall all over again, but he forced himself to stay upright and gritted his teeth.
Jaygen's strikes came faster, harder, tearing Porter's mind asunder as he became lost in them. Every inch of him was in pain. Porter finally couldn't take it anymore. He felt the prickling of tears before they ran down his cheeks and finally all of the tension and anger that had been building was broken.
"Red! Jaygen p-please, red. No more," he sobbed.
It wasn’t even the physical pain that made him stop. No, it was the emotional pain that had forced its way to the surface. He was no longer numb.
Porter collapsed onto a heap on the bed, his body humming and throbbing. He groaned when he felt a hand run over his back and ass, the soothing touch both heaven and torture all at once as he choked on the sobs that refused to stop. The bed dipped underneath Jaygen's weight and arms wrapped around his body.
It made Porter fall apart even more. He rolled over and buried his face against Jaygen's chest, holding onto the bloody remains of his shirt as he tried to stop the sniffling and choking. It was embarrassing, breaking down in front of Jaygen. But it felt so good.
"It's okay, Pretty," Jaygen whispered. "Give all of your pain to me. I'll hold onto it for you."
Porter's heart squeezed painfully. Even those soft words were a command. An order to lighten the load on Porter's shoulders. He glanced up at Jaygen and the blond searched his face before their lips met. Heat swept up Porter's body for a completely different reason now and he moaned, his fingers unbuttoning Jaygen's shirt.
His fingers slid inside, running over one of Jaygen's pert nipples. The man moaned against his mouth and it encouraged Porter. He wanted him. That desire had been there since the night they met and now Jaygen was so close and moaning against his mouth.
Jaygen rolled on top of Porter and the man stared up at him. The soft bedding shifted underneath his over-sensitive skin, heightening his arousal for the shifter who held every part of him in that moment. He watched as Jaygen finished unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it off and laying it aside. Porter smiled a little and the blond raised a brow.
"What's so funny?"
"I started wondering if everything you do is neat. The way you talk, walk, eat, hell even the way you beat me is all so structured and neat. Do you fuck like that too?" Porter asked. "Is it all order and structure and slow, elegant strokes?"
"You're about to find out."
Porter grinned before he watched Jaygen climb out of bed. He took his time removing the rest of his clothes and draped them onto a chair in the corner of the room. When he came back with lube and a condom Porter's grin disappeared and he swallowed thickly. Were they really going to do this? His eyes traveled Jaygen's body, drinking in every inch of firm muscle and smooth skin. He watched as Jaygen opened the condom before he shook his head.
"I want to feel you," Porter whispered, his cheeks going hot as he spoke, “all of you."
"Is that so?" Jaygen asked. "Then ask properly."
Porter groaned. He swore Jaygen loved to make him say the most embarrassing things. But the man wouldn't move, those blue eyes boring into his.
