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I slide a leather-clad hand around Doc’s front and let my fingers rest around his neck, right over the pressure points he taught me. His Adam’s apple bobs under my palm as he swallows. “What was that, Jefferson?” I ask. “Did I hear the dulcet tones ofOh! Suzanna?”
Doc shakes his head ever so slightly.
“Good. It’s too early for you to sing.”
With my other hand, I reach for the lube on the table next to us. It’s been an intense night, so I don’t want to put excess stress on Doc by prolonging this. I open the tube one-handed and let a bit of the clear, sweet-smelling stuff ooze onto my fingers. I inhale deeply to identify what flavor Doc chose today. Strawberries. I rub a little on my throbbing head before easing two fingers into Doc’s anus, curling them upwards as I apply light pressure to the sides of his throat. Doc shudders again, and a bead of precum glistens on the tip of his cock.
“Are you ready, Jefferson?” I nip his earlobe as I whisper my question.
The barest of nods is his response.
“Good boy. Now hold still.”
He does as he's told—unlike Bunny, healwaysdoes as he's told—and I pull my fingers out to grab my dick.
The fit is always a bit tight for Doc, but I know he loves it. Especially the Jacob’s ladder. Dude lives for those studs rubbing his insides. I press my head to his tight hole and ease it in, inch by inch. Muffled moans greet me, and trails of drool drip down over the hand on his throat. I take it slow, not wanting to rush things. Doc and I have all night for this.
Once I’m all the way in, I pause for a few moments, allowing Doc’s body to adjust. His breath comes in short, quick pants, and he whines against the gag.
“Just a sec, Jefferson. You know I have to take my time. I don’t wanna hurt you, buddy.”
By this point, Doc’s trembling all over. Like a junkie jonesing for his next fix, Doc is chasing that high, the kind of euphoria that only Bunny and I can give him.
I wait a few more seconds, teasing, until Doc’s practically foaming at the mouth.
That’s when I know he’s ready.
Bit by bit, I start to thrust my hips. I take it easy at first, but after a few minutes I give in to my own desires and start railing him. Doc screams against the gag, his every muscle shaking as I pound his ass.
That’s when the paddles come in. I look at the table next to us and pick out a studded leather one. It’ll leave some marks, but he should enjoy it.
I time the paddle to hit when I’m fully buried inside him. Doc’s screams change pitch, and he clenches beautifully. My cock throbs with the new tightness, and again I thwack him with the paddle. In,smack, clench, out. In,smack, clench, out. Over and over again, until his right asscheek is raw and covered with little welts from the studs. I release his throat and reach down to grip the base of his cock, holding it tight to prevent him from coming too soon.
The sawhorse creaks in time with my pumping hips, and I make a mental note to replace it soon. Every once in a while I have to get new equipment. I’m a big dude, Bunny’s a beast, and Doc’s no pipsqueak; the furniture takes a beating.
My orgasm nears with each thrust, and I catch myself smacking a little too hard with the paddle. Doc hasn't given me a signal yet, but I see that the skin’s broken in places from the studs hitting. I'll have to use some salve on those when we're done.
Finally, I feel the tightness building in my balls, and Doc whines again. I let go of his dick and grab his hip instead, slamming my last few pumps until my cock shoots its load into him.
Hot cum spills out when I pull out of Doc’s ass. It drips onto the saddle, and Doc comes with a prolonged groan. He trembles all over, and I stand up off the sawhorse. “Hang on, Jefferson. I gotta grab the ointment for these welts, bud. Just stay put; I'll be right back.”
Doc nods and relaxes as much as the ropes allow. I don’t want to untie him just yet, because the last time I left him alone afterwards to run and grab something for him, his muscles were so shaky he fell off the damn saddle. I gotta start remembering to bring the salve with me. These stupid chaps don’t have pockets, though.
I return a few minutes later with ointment, a fresh change of clothes for Doc, towels, blankets, and a couple ice-cold bottles of water. After untying Doc and wiping him down with a towel, I gently smear the salve on his sore spots before handing him the boxers and sweats I brought him. He puts a hand on my shoulder to help balance himself as he steps into the pants, and he takes a huge swig of the water while I wrap him in a blanket and lead him down the hall to the room we share.
I lead Doc to the bed and help him get settled on his left side, making sure he doesn’t put too much pressure on that right cheek. I snuggle up next to him and throw the other blanket over both of us. Doc sighs and lets his eyes drift close.
I lie awake for a while after Doc starts to snore. My mind wanders as I rub his back, always circling back to the Samson Ramsey and the Vipers.
Bunny’s in for a world of trouble if the Cobra identifies her, and any trouble Bun gets in, we’ll be right smack in the thick of it with her.
Chapter 4
Neil
The first thing I’m aware of when I come to is a dull throbbing in my head. After that, the pain in my hand becomes alarmingly apparent, as does the ache in my ribs, shoulder, and jaw. I pause for a few moments with my eyes shut, trying to remember what the fuck happened to me.
Oh yeah. Beefy Hand beat the shit out of me. Then I started hallucinating that someone dressed up like a Goth version of a Playboy Bunny came to my rescue. With a baseball bat.
