Bailey panted, eyes rolling up. Nate gave him zero chance to adjust, pounding into him with as much force as his abs and thighs could muster, driving him past the point of even being able to moan. His body jolted up the mattress with the force of Nate's thrusts, which would not do.

Nate leaned forward to grasp the hair at the back of his head, which made Bailey yelp. He placed his other hand between his shoulder blades. Both points of leverage bowed Bailey's spine further and kept him in place as Nate hammered into his ass. The harsh denim of his shorts and the bite of the metal zipper could not feel very nice hitting and rubbing up against Bailey's raw ass. But he panted for it.

"Eyes on me," Nate demanded, tightening his fist around Bailey's hair. He wailed but peeled his eyes open and peered back. "This is a reminder that you are mine. Your body is mine. Your pain is mine. Your orgasms are mine."

Bailey's eyes unfocused as Nate shifted his angle and rhythm to chase his orgasm. He fucked like he would fuck his fist or a fleshlight, with no technique to make sure it felt good for Bailey, just in and out, quickly driving himself over that edge. Like he really was just a toy.

This kind of thing could get Bailey off. He didn't need his prostate played with or his cock stroked. The feeling of his rim being stretched was enough, or so he said. And he liked the feeling of being a toy, of being objectified, of Nate using him to get off without bothering to care about his pleasure. So Nate had to be quick about it, because he was not planning on letting Bailey have an orgasm.

"D...nnnnnnngh..." Bailey trailed off in the middle of what was probably a warning that he was about to cum again as Nate pulled out. His cock pulsed as he ripped the condom off and jerked himself off the rest of the way, cum landing in strips across Bailey's arched spine.

Nate shook with the force of his orgasm and the sudden release of tension after working his muscles so hard. Before Bailey, he had never been muscle-sore after sex this much. He shuffled back off the bed and stood, trying to catch his breath. Bailey remained in place. The arch of his spine like that could not be comfortable, chest still flat on the mattress while his thighs were perpendicular to it, shoving his ass in the air. It was bright red and turning purple in places. And below it, Bailey'c cock hung heavy and hard.

"Come here," Nate ordered.

Clumsy would have been a generous word to describe how Bailey got himself onto all four limbs. The back of his hands dragged across the quilt as he got his arms under himself and pushed up. He crawled across the bed toward Nate and peered up at him, chest heaving and eyes pleading.

"Clean up my cock."

Bailey did not even bother with his hands, keeping them on the mattress to steady himself as he leaned forward and licked the bead of cum oozing out of Nate's tip. Nate hissed. Streaks of cum glistened on Bailey's lower back.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded.

"Daddy," came the soft answer against the oversensitive skin of his softening cock. "Thank you for reminding me."

Nate could not help himself even if he tried. He reached over and smacked Bailey one last time on the ass. "Good boy."

He savored Bailey's tongue running over his cock, lapping up the lube and cum, for about a minute before pushing him away. Bailey sat up on his knees, wincing when his heels pressed into his ass, and pouted down at his hard cock.

"Uh-uh," Nate sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard. "We're done playing."

He had done the maintenance, spanked bruises into Bailey's ass so he would have a reminder of who he belonged to over the next few days, and then used his body to get off like the toy he was. Nowhere in that equation did it matter if Bailey got off. So, when Nate planned all this out, he had the psychotic idea to just deny him an orgasm.

Perhaps that was the most sadistic part of the entire session. Dismay widened Bailey's eyes. He did not try to beg, though. The dismay was one of acceptance, no plea in sight. Nate made a condescending little cooing noise and opened his arms, prompting Bailey to shuffle over, cock bobbing between his legs, and collapse against his chest.

"Hey, there, sweet thing," he said softly, running gentle fingers through Bailey's sweaty hair where he'd been yanking only minutes before. "You okay?"

"Daddy," he muttered, "I..." he humphed in frustration against Nate's collarbone, "I really need to cum."

Nate laughed at him. "No, you don't, baby. You need to do what Daddy says. I know exactly what you need, remember. No thoughts up here."

He tapped Bailey's forehead then wrapped his arms around Bailey's back to gather him closer. Bailey sighed and tilted his head to stare mournfully at his cock. A bead of pre-cum had welled at the tip and oozed down the underside. He meant it when he said he needed to cum.

"Do I need to go get some ice?" Nate threatened.

Bailey gasped and shook his head. They lay like that for a long while, until both of their breathing had slowed and Bailey's cock was no longer rigid, but by no means had it softened all the way. One touch and he would probably be standing right back at attention.

"You with me?" Nate ventured after a while.

Bailey grumbled a bit and glared up at Nate before glaring back down at his cock, his big, pouting eyes tucked back away somewhere.

Nate buried his smile of relief in Bailey's hair. He did not mind gentling him back from subspace, but he badly wanted reassurance that everything was okay. Bailey's ass looked awful. He could not stop shaking. Dread settled between Nate's shoulders, the angel on his shoulder hollering that he had gone too far, crossed some line, sold his soul, and could never come back from this.

"Are you okay?" he murmured.

"Why did you have to decide to add orgasm denial on top of the spanking?" Bailey whined. "Like, my cock is never going to go down when all I can feel is how much my ass is bruised. Fuck."

Nate laughed again, the relief bubbling out of him. He drew a knuckle up the underside of Bailey's cock, smearing through the sticky, drying precum. Bailey gasped and jerked his hips away.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"Daddy's little toy didn't get an orgasm because he's just a toy," Nate followed Bailey's movement away to swirl his fingers around the head of his cock and fist him a couple of times. "You were so good for me, fuck, Bailey. But if you want to get off now, why not? The scene is over. Consider it aftercare."

Bailey stared at him open-mouthed for a solid five seconds, hardly even registering Nate's hand moving over his cock if the way he remained rigid was anything to go by. Nate started to feel nervous. Then Bailey's eyes rolled back, and he thrust into Nate's hand.

"God, please," he begged. "My dick feels like it's going to fall off."

"You like getting spanked that much?" Nate chuckled, adjusting his grip to accommodate Bailey squirming in his lap.

"Fuck, yeah, felt so good." Bailey squeezed his eyes shut, brow pinched. "The way you really made it hurt for those, like, ooohh just like that, Nate...oh god... mph."

He came so hard that the first bead of cum landed on his collarbone, the rest painting his chest and abdomen. Nate worked him through it until the final few beads oozed out across his knuckles, and Bailey started twitching out. His head dropped to Nate's shoulder.

"I watched a youtube tutorial," Nate told him, taking his hand off his cock to rub gently over his ass. Bailey hissed and giggled at the same time, squirming away from the touch.

"I bet you did, you wierdo. Holy moly. I think I broke my brain trying to remember to keep eye contact with you."

Nate kissed him on the top of his head. "But you are okay?"

"Yeah," Bailey hummed. "Yeah, I'm good."

"I think I actually did bruise you," Nate warned, as if Bailey probably could not already feel that himself.

"Mhmm," he kissed the side of Nate's neck. "I'll be thinking about you all day at work while I sit at that desk."

He rose in Nate's cheeks at the thought. People would come in and drop off their keys or pay their invoices, none the wiser that Bailey's ass was speckled in bruises from Nate's hand. He would only get relief from sitting in that desk chair when he stood up to check something with one of the guys in the shop or decided to pet the cat that lounged around in the waiting room. And the whole time he shifted around uncomfortably, it would be a reminder of Nate's hands on him.

"Fuck," he buried a laugh in Bailey's hair, "This is even worse than the bandaids."

"You mean better," Bailey corrected. "Hey, I can't stand up quite yet. I set some cream out on the dresser for my poor ass."

"Yeah, of course," Nate extracted himself to grab the glass of water he brought in from the kitchen and the cream, and swiped a dirty shirt from the hamper to clean them up with on his way back. Bailey rolled onto his front and made happy noises as Nate rubbed the cream into his red ass. It was radiating heat, but Bailey was like a cat that got the cream, sipping water from the glass and complimenting Nate on his genius at providing a straw.

Nate still felt a little bit like a monster, somewhere deep, deep down, but Bailey's sated nonchalance drowned out that anxious part of him. They had both enjoyed it. Almost like Bailey could read his mind, he threw a look over his shoulder and kicked one of his feet into the air to knock his heel into Nate's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He was an old hat at getting spanked. When they talked about it, he'd told Nate that it was practically vanilla for him. But it had been Nate's first time hitting someone's ass sixty times in a row, hard enough to bruise.

"Sure," he capped the cream and tossed it toward the end of the bed. "As long as you are okay."

"But did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah," he ran a hand through his hair and blew out a huge breath, tightness coiling in his chest for some reason. "Maybe a little too much. I kept wanting to push it further."

Bailey rolled onto his side, looking like some kind of muse for a painting or a marble statue. "Like what? What did you want to do?"

Hold Bailey's face into the mattress by the back of his head to muffle his shouts. Smack him harder across the face to see that wounded shock in his eyes. Flip him onto his back and do terrible things to his cock because it had been so cute, all hard and leaking from getting a spanking. Stuff him full with something just a little larger than his hole had been prepared to take, so he could watch his composure crumble completely.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "I watched this video online of a guy with strung-together clothespins all over his skin, which looked interesting."

The concept struck him as similar to binding Bailey up in ropes, except he was crisscrossing his skin with lines of pinching clothespins instead. They had trembled with each breath the man in the video took. And his reaction whenever one was jostled or, god-forbid, ripped off had left Nate hard.

Bailey wrinkled his nose. "I'm not a huge fan of pinching, but if you'd like to try it, I would be down."

Nate shrugged. He was overthinking all of this if Bailey was so nonchalant about a pain that he wasn't exceptionally comfortable with. He wondered if it was normal for a submissive to be so flexible with their boundaries or if Bailey was just really open to doing things that made him uncomfortable, especially in the service of a dominant. He liked the pain, discomfort, and humiliation, but what he craved was submitting himself to another person, in both body and mind, for a little while.

"You sure you're okay?" Bailey asked, perhaps a bit warily.

Nate could get over his hang-ups about causing pain. They had discussed it and were both okay with it. This wasn't the hallway in high school anymore. He smiled and ran a hand down the enticing curve of Bailey's side, fingers resting just above the marks on his skin. "Yeah, I'm okay."