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Michael pulled back and gazed down into my face, like he was trying to figure out if I was really as innocent as I guess I seemed. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Not exactly.”
Michael tilted his head, and this time the lips definitely twitched. “How’s that? You either are or you aren’t.”
“I-I’ve used a hairbrush handle on myself. One of the round ones. To see how it would feel.”
His eyes widened and he dropped his head down, probably so I wouldn’t see his grin, but I still caught a glimpse of it. “Oh, Cruz…” He raised his head and brushed his lips across mine.
“Well, just that way. I-I’ve done other things. I like to give blow jobs. Sir.”
“Do you?” Michael stepped back, turning me loose. He walked slowly over to a big easy chair to sit down, shrugging out of his shirt as he went.
I had a sudden fear that he would take me home, and I realized with some clarity that I didn’t want to go, not until I’d seen this through.
“Sir, I…”
Michael glanced back at me, and I saw I needn’t have worried. His eyes were glowing with passion. “Take off your clothes, baby boy. Fold them neatly and place them on the chair. I want to see your beautiful body.”
Chapter Four
Michael
I watched as Cruz nervously unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. I hid my smile as he made an attempt to fold his shirt neatly, a stalling tactic to stave off the moment when his pants came off, probably.
Cruz had been with men before, he’d said, though I suspected his experience was limited to other boys his own age. Surely a more experienced man would have deflowered that pretty little ass a long time ago. But I was strangely glad no one had. A feeling of possessiveness came over me, and I sat back in my chair, enjoying the boy’s confusion.
“Do you need a bit of help, Cruz?”
His head shot up and he looked uncertain. “No. No, Sir, I can do it.” His hands flew to the snaps of his jeans, and he pushed them down, along with his underwear, in one quick move, only seeming to realize after they were around his ankles that he should have taken off his shoes first. He tried to brazen it out by trying to toe them off anyway and wound up almost falling back on his ass. His face flaming now, he sat his naked ass down on the floor and ripped the jeans off, then pulled at his shoes and socks before standing back up and trying to step away.
I watched it all in silence before I spoke quietly again. “I believe I asked you to fold your clothes neatly, Cruz. Don’t make me repeat myself.” I pitched my voice to be calm, but quite firm. I was pleased to see Cruz blanch visibly and turn his delicious ass up to pick up his jeans and try to extricate them from the shoes and socks so he could fold them properly. I caught a tantalizing glimpse of heavy balls and a wrinkled little pink hole as he bent over, and I felt my cock, which had already been at half-mast, thicken and throb in my pants.
Finally, when Cruz had his clothes folded, and turned back around expectantly, his pretty cock was hard and leaking. He was proud of himself and looked as if he needed my approval. I gave it to him.
“Very nice, Cruz. Thank you. Now come closer, please.”
The boy came toward me and stood in front of me, his eyes shining with trepidation and excitement. I opened my knees and put a hand on his sweet ass, pulling him in so close the tip of his cock was almost touching my chest. I put a hand on that sweet cock, stroking gently up and down its length as Cruz gazed wide-eyed down at me and gasped.
“Just to be clear, you’re here for a spanking, right?”
Cruz nodded, his breathing fast and excited, but I shook my head. “Use your words. I need you to answer me.”
“Yes. Yeah. I’d like to try it.”
“I know you have a safe word, but I want you to understand that you should never play with me or anyone else who doesn’t talk about that first. You should both know exactly what to expect. No real surprises, though a good Dom may try to push your limits a bit. You have your safe words to use if it gets to be uncomfortable. Do you understand what limits are?”
“I-I think so, Sir.”
I shook my head again. “You have to know. Hard limits are things you have no interest in doing. At all. Soft limits are things you think you wouldn’t like, but you might be willing to try at some point. When you negotiate with a Dom, you let him know your limits—you have to communicate with him, baby, so he’ll know how best to please you. And please himself.”
Cruz nodded slowly, then caught himself. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
I moved one hand around to cup Cruz’s ass-cheek while I continued to trail the backs of my fingers along Cruz’s rigid cock. “So you’re here for a spanking, and it’s not a punishment. We’ve talked about having sex afterward, but you can change your mind at any time. I want you to know exactly what’s about to happen. If you continue after tonight, you’ll need to work with someone and receive some training and think about what you want your limits to be. Right now, I don’t think you know enough to even tell me.”
He nodded, listening carefully. I smiled, happy to see him listening and taking this so seriously. “Since I plan only to spank you tonight, and then perhaps fuck you before I take you home, that won’t be a problem, but that doesn’t mean you should ever do anything like this again with anyone unless you’ve talked things over carefully. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
