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“Yeah. I fantasized about that for a long time now. I’d see it in my head, even more than fisting a sweet ass. Putting my mark on a man that I loved more ‘an my own life. I figure, hell, now that I found him, might as well mark him.”
My heart was so full in that moment, I thought I’d come apart, but instead, I stood straight, forgetting my stretched hole and the whipping I was about to receive. All I felt in that second was Noah’s love for me.
People not in the lifestyle might think it was cruel and horrible, but to those in it, having something like that meant more than the symbols people wore on their body. It was on the skin, like a tattoo, a brand, that tied you to a person for life. It meant a lot more than a collar, a wedding ring, though those things meant a lot too. For me, dreaming of having a dominant man take me into his bed, his life and his heart… it meant everything.
Then, he made me laugh. “And it’s fun to see you squirm and come when something hurts,” he said, laughing.
“You’re incorrigible, Sir.”
“That I am, baby. That I am. What’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir.”
“You ever gonna use it?”
I thought about it, and yeah, I probably would one day, but it would take something bigger than a flogger or a fat dildo. “Maybe, Sir. Like you said, I’m strong and I like pain.”
“Yeah, and you’re a stubborn fucker too.”
“That too, Sir.”
He stepped away from me, and I kept my vision hard on the logs of the cabin’s wall, the grooves and knots of the wood, the silvered coloring of it. I let myself wonder about the sights those logs had seen, men bonding over a deer steak and a tin cup of whiskey.
The cabin meant something to Noah. I knew he’d spent time in that small cabin with his father, and his father’s friends, learning how to be a man, the kind of man he was. Cutting up, talking about horses, about hunting, about living the life in the rough woods that surrounded them. It made them hard, sure, but like Noah, it also gave them a love of life I didn’t see as much with men in the city. They drove, they went to work, played hard in clubs, but the sweetness of life seemed to allude most of them.
I heard the tails cutting through the air as he warmed up his shoulder in anticipation of the flogging. I was anticipating as well. Ready for the licks of sweet, sharp pain that would roar over my back and settle into a stubborn ache for days. It took me from my other thoughts, but they lingered in the corners of my mind, making me appreciate Noah even more.
“Ready, boy?”
“Yes, Sir,” I confirmed without a bit of hesitation.
“Don’t forget, come hard for me while I’m whippin’ you or you won’t get another chance for two months.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, feeling that reality sink into my body like the pain that was about to join it. “I understand, Sir.”
It had been more days than I cared to count already. But, after the first strike of the tails, I melted into that place where everything was calm and the burning on my flesh was the gateway to my happy place.
Not that I needed it. My current life was my happy place, but in that pain, in that place, nothing could touch me. The pain surrounded me like a shield to the world, and Noah was right. I knew my strength, my need for intense feelings and experiences.
The second pushed me through the gate and my lower extremities lost their feeling, giving way to my back and my balls that throbbed with the need to spill their cum. I screamed out with each strike of the whips, each little tail spread out from the others, stinging in a similar but separate place.
Each strike was dealt with a strong arm, each one equally hard, equally fire, and I grew hoarse from the screams and sobs I made while my love whipped me into a frenzy.
I shook from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head, the climax I’d been denied for days rushing on me, carrying me as I floated in that space where there was nothing touching me, only warm, brilliant light.
I came, and that time, I felt it. It became a big part of the whole experience, and I felt my entire body quaking with it. It blasted through me like an explosion, and I saw the lights in my mind become blinding, like I was looking into the core of the sun itself, and instead of passing out, I kept clear and awake until Noah was untying me and bringing me on the bottom bunk to hold me while I laughed and held him in weak arms.
“Ya didn’t leave me this time. Is that good or bad?”
“Good! Noah! I’m… I’ve never felt so good in my life!”
Noah was laughing with me, but said, “You’re a little nuts, you know it?”
“I do. I’m okay with that.”
“Me too,” he said in a whisper, rocking me on that bed. “Me too.”
Noah took care of me, hugging me lightly, kissing the tears from my face, brushing back my hair from my face. I was given water, and he looked after the welts on my back, washing them and rubbing cream on them.
