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His whines for more were answered when Ajax tugged down his pants, exposing his bare ass to the cool air and the heat of his touch. Dylan's heart pounded in his chest, his vulnerability as palpable as the lust that coursed through him.
"Such a brat," Ajax reprimanded him, his hand coming down hard on Dylan's exposed flesh. The sting was sharper now, each slap sending waves of pleasure and pain through him.
Dylan yelped, but couldn't help but grind down against Ajax's thigh, seeking friction for his aching erection. He was desperate for more, for release, for validation – it was all consuming, drowning out any semblance of reason or control.
"Please," he begged, his voice ragged with need. "Ajax, please..."
"You get what I give you," Ajax growled, his hand relentless in its assault.
And despite the pain, or perhaps because of it, Dylan felt an overwhelming sense of desire and belonging, tethered to this moment and to the man who held him in place.
Dylan's heart raced, chest heaving with every pant that escaped his lips. His body trembled from the intensity of Ajax's touch, feeling an odd sense of security in the vulnerability of the situation.
His arousal had reached a breaking point, and he couldn't resist the urge to snake his hand down along his body and grab himself, seeking relief--
Ajax suddenly yanked his wrist back up, halting his attempt at getting off. Dylan gasped. The older man's grip was strong, unyielding as he pulled both of Dylan's hands behind his back. Dylan whimpered, his eyes wide as he heard Ajax unbuckle his belt, pulling it off with one swift motion.
"Wha--" Dylan began, but was cut off when Ajax looped the belt around his wrists, tying them together securely. Panic bubbled up in his chest for a brief moment, but when he looked back up over his shoulder, the look in Ajax's eyes -- intense, focused, and somehow protective -- settled him.
Ajax was in control.
"You want to come?" Ajax questioned, his tone firm but not unkind. "Then you'll have to do it yourself."
"Wh-what?" Dylan stuttered, still reeling from the events that had unfolded. "How am I supposed to--" He didn't have time to finish his sentence before Ajax spanked him again, the sting making him jerk his hips down against Ajax's rock-hard thigh.
The sensation of his hard cock rubbing against Ajax sent shivers down his spine, and he moaned involuntarily.
"Good boy," Ajax praised, his voice low and laden with lust. The words sent a thrill through Dylan, igniting a fire within him that demanded satisfaction.
Fuck. This was going to be embarrassing, but…
Dylan rutted against Ajax's thigh, slow at first, then moving faster, desperation mounting with each movement. His bound hands added a new layer of vulnerability, heightening his arousal to dizzying heights.
He could feel the heat radiating from Ajax's body, the firm muscles beneath him only adding fuel to his desire. "Please," he whined, thoughts consumed by his need for release. "Ajax, please..."
"Keep going," Ajax ordered, his voice a growl as he spanked Dylan again, making him jump. "Earn it."
Dylan obeyed, driven by the intensity in Ajax's voice and the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, his body on fire and craving that sweet release that seemed just out of reach. He was so lost in sensation that every touch, every spank felt like electricity coursing through him.
His cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he continued to rut against Ajax's thigh. It was an animalistic, desperate act, but one that only served to heighten the pleasure that coursed through his body. With every thrust, he felt the spank of Ajax's hand on his reddened ass, each sting followed by a soothing caress.
The enforcer's strong hands continued their assault on Dylan's sensitive flesh, alternating between firm smacks and gentle strokes that left him gasping for breath.
"Tell me what you want," Ajax leaned in to growl into Dylan's ear, his breath hot against the younger man's skin.
"More... I need more," Dylan admitted, his pride momentarily forgotten in favor of chasing the growing need that threatened to consume him. His cock leaked precome, hard and throbbing, leaving him teetering on the edge of release.
"Greedy brat," Ajax muttered, but there was something in his voice — something almost understanding — that made Dylan believe the older man didn't truly mean it.
The thought that Ajax might actually care about his pleasure was as overwhelming as the sensations coursing through his body. "Please..." Dylan moaned, his hips continuing their relentless rhythm even as his bound wrists reminded him of his vulnerability.
He could feel the hard press of Ajax's erection against him through his clothes, and it only served to stoke the fire of his own desire. God, that cock…! He'd wanted it the moment that Ajax had first yanked it out, teasing Dylan with is as he did push ups.
Dylan bucked his hips, grinding against Ajax's thigh in a desperate attempt to find friction. "Fuck," he whimpered, his eyes rolling back as he continued to rut against Ajax, chasing his release like a man possessed. The hardness of Ajax's arousal pressed against him, intoxicating Dylan further and driving him closer to the edge of ecstasy.
He could feel the pressure building within him, the delicious ache that promised sweet relief if only he could push himself over the precipice…
Ajax's hand came down again on Dylan's reddened ass, leaving a particularly sharp sting before soothing the pain with a gentle touch.
