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“Good lord. Well, I’m sure that big fella, what’s his name, Hud?”
“Hudson, but we call him Hud.”
“I’m sure he can handle him.”
Damon stopped me and we watched the bouncers and Noah walking back into the place. “Handle him. Hud’s going to break that little brat, isn’t he?”
“Hope so. That little fuck needs broken down some, yeah. Hud would be the man to do it.”
Damon laughed and when we went in, we saw two men on the stage with Joel, one slapping over his chest, another with his hand under the seat. Joel’s eyes were rolling back in his head and we both laughed. “He never even knew his dad was here.”
Damon nodded. “And he won’t ever know. Look at him. I think it’s about time for the drawing.”
“No. I want to paddle him first. Then, when all those men line up to fuck him, it’s going to smart like a mother fucker.”
“You’re evil.”
“Make sure the aftercare area is clear.”
Roland, the genius, had made an aftercare room right off the stage. It was a small room built on the side of the barn, with a sofa and small fridge, cabinet for wound care products. Damon went to check it and saw it was clear, giving me the nod as I climbed the stage.
I told the two men they’d have their chances at him later, and they each shook my hand, promising they were in the raffle. I unstrapped my boy and pulled him to his feet. “I want to hurt you right now. Are you okay with that, Joel?”
“Yessir! Anythin’ for you and Damon.”
“We love you. That’s first.”
“That’s a’ways first. I know it.”
It struck me in the heart that he knew. “I want to do what we spoke about. The paddling.”
His eyes moved over the room, and I turned to see what he was looking out at, and there were sex acts going on, but more than that, there was a lot of love. There was laughter, and camaraderie, friends, and he smiled. “I’d like that jus’ fine.”
Damon got on stage with me, kissing Joel hotly, making him melt into Damon’s strong arms. “You ready for some pain, boy?”
“Yessir!”
“Get over to that cross.”
He stumbled a little after Damon let go of him, and while Damon was getting him strapped, I addressed the crowd. “Sorry if we cut in line a little, but our boy needed some of our attention. We’ll do the raffle after we get through with him and get him feeling better after we put a hurt on him.”
I got a lot of cheers too, and I felt what my two men had. All those eyes, filled with lust and enjoyment, and they were looking up at me, enjoying my place, having a great time. I loved it. “Thanks, everyone!”
I had set aside the exact paddle I wanted for Joel behind the cross. I took it out and started to slap it across my hand.
It was long, pine wood with a thick coating of varnish over the surface. There were seven-three-inch holes drilled into it, and the handle was wrapped in rough leather, for a nice grip.
Surging with energy, desire and dominant power, I looked at Joel’s sweet, sweet ass, how pale it was, perfect, without one blemish. I wanted nothing more in the world in that moment than to mark it. Mark him .
Damon was feeling his power as well, walking back and forth in front of him, staring at that same, beautiful ass. “Gonna mark you good, Joel.”
I went to Joel and said, “Scream out all you want. We had these walls sound proofed for a reason.”
“God…”
I let Damon take the first few smacks, and hearing that, seeing the pink brighten on his ass, it made me hum inside, my Dom-space bringing me to a kind of high that I didn’t feel unless I was in control of a beautiful boy in bindings, receiving our kind of pain.
The last smack Damon gave Joel was loud, and Joel’s screams were louder. The crowd was mostly quiet as they watched, but that one had them cheering. I took the paddle from Damon, felt the weight of it in my hand, asking again, “What’s your safeword, boy?”
