I observed Scott. Buns swaying, eyes shut tight, hand sliding up and down his engorged cock. He continued saying the line I had taught him: "I'm keeping my eyes closed, my cock hard, and my bubble buns moving..."
He became aware of my eyes boring into him and his cock gained new life. It grew and thickened in his hand and he began to moan through his words. He was humiliated, yet turned on just the same.
His buns began to twitch as they moved, as if trying to anticipate a surprise touch, or maybe another hard slap from me.
This inspired him to sway a bit faster. His creamy, round backside bounced and wiggled in an even more seductive way.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Scott?" I asked from behind him.
He perked up at hearing my voice. "Y-yes, sir...I'm enjoying myself." I loved how he always sounded appropriately guilty when answering me, as if his arousal was something he needed to at least appear ashamed of.
"You'd do this all night if I wanted you to, wouldn't you, Scott?"
"Yes...yes, of course," though he grimaced a bit. The idea clearly unsettled him as he questioned whether I might actually order him to do it.
"I like the way you're moving your ass, but keep it nice and slow on your dick. You're not allowed to cum yet, are you?"
"No, sir."
"Tell me."
No, sir...I'm not allowed to cum yet..."
He spread his legs further and continued swaying. His hand slid up and down his shaft, deliberately slow.
"What were you saying, Scott? I didn't mean to interrupt you."
He heaved a sigh. When would I let him stop? "I'm keeping my eyes closed, my cock hard, and my bubble buns moving...I'm keeping my eyes closed..."
I watched patiently, sipping my wine. I was amused by Scott's struggle to do as I said and maintain his self-control.
I couldn't keep my hand off my own cock as I took in the sweet alcohol. I squeezed and felt the moisture seeping through my jeans.
Being watched by me was putting Scott's body at full sexual attention. He was pinching the head of his penis a bit too hard now. Sneaking faster strokes on his shaft in between the slower ones.
I knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He was about to drive himself over the edge and finally blow.
I waited for his moans to rise to a crescendo. That was when I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls hard.
He gasped in surprise and discomfort, rising up on the balls of his feet. "Easy there, boy," I said, "You know the rules."
I stood up behind him. With one hand cupped tightly around Scott's balls, I pulled his own hand from his cock and positioned it back behind his head.
I took the blindfold from my hoodie pouch and ran it over his bare shoulder. "And what do I need to do now, Scott?"
Scott knew he needed to be blindfolded, but that was not the first thing on his mind just then.
I had just put a stop to what would surely have been an incredible and intense orgasm, and Scott was still reeling from the interruption.
I held his hands behind his head firmly with both hands. He was rock hard and thrusting his dick into the air helplessly.
An impressively long strand of pre-cum oozed down from the slit of his engorged cockhead and onto the carpet. "No, no sir, please, I have to-," there was genuine desperation in his voice. He all but whimpered in protest.
"That's enough, Scott," I said quietly, "tell me what I need to do now."
His desire to cum was driving him crazy. I held fast, refusing to release him. "I have to cum, sir, please...I can do it again later...please just let me-."
Smack!
"OOMF!"
He was acting like a spoiled child and I didn't care for his behavior at all.
I brought a big, broad hand right down on his naked, struggling ass. Hard. With all my strength. The sound resounded through the apartment, making the cabinets vibrate.
Scott's whole body arched forward. He clenched his cheeks and went up on his toes.
My hand came down full on his oily buns once again. Smack!
"RRMF," he groaned through clenched teeth. It was even harder, louder than the last one.
Scott twisted out of my grip and stumbled forward, planting his hands on the wall above the coffee table to steady himself. His body trembled as he struggled to catch his breath.
His buttocks were already turning bright red with my handprints. They were quivering like jello. He hung his head.
I heard him sniffle as his breaths increased.
I decided to give him a minute. I went to the refrigerator and got myself a bottle of water.
After gulping the whole thing down greedily, I brought a bottle to Scott. His hands were still pressed against the wall and he was hiding his face in his shoulder.
With my powerful hand I held his stubble-covered chin and turned it toward me. I put the bottle to his lips. His face was stricken as he drank in heavy gulps. I saw a hot tear run down his cheek.
He tried to pull away before finishing the bottle, but I held the back of his head and made him take the whole thing. "All the way down, Scott...good boy, drink it all down."
He flinched when I squeezed his shoulder. My palm still stung pretty badly from impact with his ass, so I could only imagine how he must be feeling.
After a moment, I broke the silence. "I made myself completely clear, didn't I, Scott? I gave you clear instructions and you disobeyed me, didn't you?"
I heard him sniffle again. "Yes, sir," he said quietly.
"And what happens when you don't obey me?" I said, breathing down his neck. "What happens to your bubble buns when you don't listen to me?" His body shuddered beneath my touch.
"When I disobey you...my buns get spanked...spanked hard..."
"That's right. You knew that, didn't you? And now you know how hard my spankings can be."
I trailed my fingertips lightly over the wide curve of his ass. He was boiling hot where I struck him.
At twenty-eight I am tall and husky. I did throwing sports in high school and college. I am a big guy and pretty damn strong.
"When are you allowed to cum, Scott?"
He sniffled sorrowfully, his face as red as his ass with shame. "When...I'm allowed to cum when you give me permission, sir..."
My fingertips grazed the surface of his burning backside. I made light circles over the round swell of his quivering cheeks. This serves as a kind of massage for someone who has just received a hard spanking.
I saw him lift a hand and wipe his eyes. He cried silently, the way men tend to cry. From pain, humiliation, frustration, or likely a harsh combination of the three.
Now the tone of my voice changed and I spoke to him frankly. "Listen...this doesn't have to continue tonight if you don't want it to. If it's getting to be too much, if you want me to get you your clothes then I'll-."
"I'm sorry," he spoke up suddenly. Still facing the wall, I could tell he was fighting his emotions hard. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you, sir, and I..." he clenched his jaw and drew in his breath, "it won't happen again..."
I said nothing, but felt my spirits rise. I was relieved, yet somehow amazed that he wanted things to continue. That this sexy naked man was allowing me to use him like this. That he had all but begged me to do so days before.
"I need to be blindfolded now, sir," he said, still hiding his face. Any rebellion that may have been in him seemed to be gone. He was completely submissive once more.
I continued to trail my fingers lightly over his ass where I spanked him. "You're a good boy, aren't you, Scott?"
He swallowed. "I'm a good boy, sir."
It took me a moment to snap back into my authoritative role. "That's right...I need to blindfold you now. And why do I need to do that?"
"So that (sniff)...so that I can focus on what I'm feeling and what you're doing to my body..."
Watching him leaning against the wall, completely exposed, the excitement of what we were doing began to rise in me once more. "And you want me to blindfold you, don't you, Scott?"
"Yes, sir."
I guided him away from the wall, back toward the center of the room. I felt a delicious new sadism awakening within me.
"Hands behind your head. Spread your legs nice and wide...wider, Scott." I knocked my shoe against his shins so he positioned his feet far apart.
I drew in a deep, satisfying breath. A carnal tingle went through my body. "Tell me, Scott...tell me how badly you want it."
If he really wanted this to continue, I figured it was time for him to prove it.
He sniffed again, though I could tell he too was getting excited. "Please blindfold me, sir...I want you to blindfold me."
There was more life in his voice now, but he still sounded a bit dejected. I felt he could do better than that.
"Show me," I demanded. I tapped his thigh as I'd done many times before. "Move these round, spankable buns for me if you truly want it, Scott...they're a very nice shade of red, now."
Scott started moving his hips back and forth. Slowly. Too slowly for my taste.
I planted my hands on each of his thighs and drew him back so that his ass was touching the denim of my straining hardon.
"Move faster," I said.
He shifted his hips more quickly. From side to side they rubbed back and forth against my jeans and the thick, throbbing tube of my cock.