Page 14 of Thwack!

“He’ll be all right then?” Ezekiel asked, sounding like a full grown man taking responsibility where he ought.

“I’ll see to him,” Tom said.

Mather tried to express his gratitude—to both of them—but what emerged was only an incomprehensible slur of syllables. Ezekiel strode away, home to catch what sleep he could before the early business of farm work started. Once he was out of sight, Tom undid the lock on the pillory and helped Mather from it.

“But—”

“You’ve done enough, and there’s no need for the village ladies to wake up to the sight of come dripping out of your ass. Come sleep awhile in my bed.”

Mather was too weak to argue. He followed Tom through the quiet village lanes to the boarding house Tom stayed at and then up the stairs to his room with the small bed where the two of them had so often fucked in happier days.

“You needn’t have been so kind to me,” Mather observed as Tom tucked him in. “You owed me nought.”

“’Twas my fault you ended up in the pillory.”

“How is that?”

“If the two of us hadn’t fallen out, you wouldn’t have been chasing tail in places what got you caught. We’d have been safe in this bed where I’d have cared for you and given you all you needed.”

“The falling out was as much my fault as yours.”

They’d both been petty. Mather could no longer remember why. He missed Tom. All the sucking and fucking and paddling tonight had been a good time, but every night with Tom had been a good time. Even Ezekiel didn’t fuck better than Tom.

“I’m sorry for my part in it,” he said.

“As am I,” Tom said. “I’d be pleased if we forgot it and continued on as before.”

Mather reached up and Tom came down to him. They rolled on the narrow bed together, kissing feverishly to make up for lost time.

“Ouch,” Mather complained as his ass made contact with a particularly firm spot on the mattress.

“I rather enjoy your ass red,” Tom said. “I plan to turn it this shade on the regular.”

“Ouch,” Mather repeated, but he didn’t mind the idea. “You know what my ass is missing though?”

Tom shook his head.

“You.”

Of all the pricks he’d taken tonight, he hadn’t taken Tom’s.

He separated Tom’s breeches and pulled out the prick in question, which was hard from neglect and as handsome as he remembered it. He rolled onto his stomach and thrust his ass up, and Tom blanketed him, his cock finding its way unerringly into his hole as if they’d never parted.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” Tom said as he worked his way in and out.

“That was a lot of loads I took.”

Tom groaned into his ear.

“You liked watching me take them, didn’t you?”

Tom groaned again, still sloshing slowly. Mather spread his legs wider and settled himself down on the pillow, enjoying the slow fuck after all the night’s frenzied action.

“I suppose some of them young’uns might enjoy another go at my ass,” he suggested. The way Tom picked up the pace told him he was on the right track. “That Ezekiel was a good fuck. Hung like a horse.”

“I can feel him in you—how loose and sloppy he made you.”

Mather felt fully relaxed now, as if he could take anything that came his way, but he could still feel Tom moving in him, how dutifully Tom brushed up against that spot inside him that made him shiver. His own prick had engorged again despite how recently he’d found release, and he humped the bed as Tom humped him, reminiscing out loud about all the pricks he’d taken and all the pricks he might take in the future until Tom released inside him then brought a hand under him to help him find his own release.