[Cy has to make him do it. A rough yank to the end of the leash forces him forward, then a well-aimed kick folds both knees, so that he's bent over the man's thigh — all in the time it takes to sharply inhale a breath. His head hangs down, messy hair in his eyes, vision obscured so that he's left with only a narrow channel of perspective to see the world. He's led by Cy's voice and the mean little tug at the humbler, physically jerking at the sharp bolt of pain, a reflex easily stayed by the hand that holds him steady in that folded-over position.
The riding crop teases across his lower body, threat written into the gentle drag across the tight, abused sack of his balls held by lacquered wood, along the furrow of his ass bared and vulnerable. There is no denying the humiliated submission of this act — like a misbehaving child meant to be disciplined. If he notices the gentleness with which Cy arranges his cock between them, he says nothing. It feels so natural that it barely hiccups in his attention during the scene. A soft, soothing pet — affection left like a gift within simulated cruelty.]
I don't — beg. [His voice isn't so even any longer, and he can't help the flinch from the crop when it strikes wood.] I said I'd endure your demands of my body, but I will never beg you for it.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2024-07-06 06:59 am (UTC)The riding crop teases across his lower body, threat written into the gentle drag across the tight, abused sack of his balls held by lacquered wood, along the furrow of his ass bared and vulnerable. There is no denying the humiliated submission of this act — like a misbehaving child meant to be disciplined. If he notices the gentleness with which Cy arranges his cock between them, he says nothing. It feels so natural that it barely hiccups in his attention during the scene. A soft, soothing pet — affection left like a gift within simulated cruelty.]
I don't — beg. [His voice isn't so even any longer, and he can't help the flinch from the crop when it strikes wood.] I said I'd endure your demands of my body, but I will never beg you for it.