Jason

As the long, thin ropes of cum shot out of Rafe, I was filled with the desire to bend right over the table and let him take me, but it was over before I had time to react. Besides, it was mesmerizing watching Rafe’s seed shoot out right in front of my face. I looked into Chris’s eyes, and I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. This had been both of our fantasy for so long, and it was finally coming true.

At least, it had started out that way. Suddenly, Rafe put his cock back inside his pants and zipped up, and I worried maybe we done something wrong, and he was over it. I knew we were too inexperienced.

“We’re going into the study,” he said. His deep voice and dark eyes reassured me and tugged at my insides until I was standing up right next to him. “Let’s go, boys.” Rafe nodded in the direction of the study door across the room, and Chris and I immediately headed in that direction.

A fire was lit in this room as well, and it was incredibly cozy inside. It was decorated the same way the rest of the house was. Strings of lights intertwined with glittery garlands adorned every wall and doorway, with sparkling ornaments dangling every few feet. The room was much smaller than the dining and living rooms, but that just made it feel more intimate. The furniture in this room was incredible. It seemed Rafe must have chosen the most spectacular pieces for his own use in the house.

A large, mahogany desk with a rounded leather edge all the way around dominated one end of the room. Something I’d never seen before. There was also a collection of plush furniture set around the fireplace. But, directly in front of the fireplace lay an incredibly fluffy fur rug that looked so soft I immediately wanted to rip off my clothes and drop down onto it. All I wanted to do was curl up there and do whatever Rafe asked me to do.

Then, when Rafe spoke, it was almost as if he’d read my mind. “Jason, take off your clothes and lie down on that rug. I want to try a few things out with Chris. I’d like you to watch and pleasure yourself, but you’re only allowed to come when I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said, quickly standing up at attention. I’d already removed my shirt and was just bending over to lower my pants.

Rafe glanced down at my hard cock then back up into my eyes. “You’re very obedient. I like that,” he said with a smile. As he turned back to Chris, I made my way to the rug. The plush pile tickled my feet as I sank down. I sprawled on my back and moaned at the way the soft fur caressed my naked skin. It wasn’t real fur, obviously. It was pure white, and the pile was at least six inches deep, and my already oversensitive skin was filled with goose bumps as I writhed on the floor.

“As for you,” Rafe said to Chris, “I’d like to see just how much pain you can handle.”

Chris’s eyes grew wide but he didn’t say a word.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too hard on you … at first. Just some simple flogging to get started. How does that sound?”

“Fine,” Chris practically squeaked. I’d had no idea how much I was going to enjoy watching Chris get spanked. In my fantasies, he was there, but he was kind of off to the side somewhere. But this was real, and I could feel his tension and the energy emanating from him from across the room. It was all so exciting I already had a bead of pre-cum dripping down the head of my cock.

I watched as Chris took his clothes off then bent over, obeying Rafe’s instructions. Then Rafe walked over to a painting and pulled it away from the wall like a cupboard door, revealing another small door. He pulled the key out of his jacket pocket and put it in the lock, and with a click the second cupboard door opened. He reached inside and removed something that looked like a cross between a paddle and a riding crop. It was black and covered in leather, and he smiled as he hefted it in his hand.

“I haven’t held this for years,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s nice to feel the leather again. Let me know what you think.” He swiftly brought the wide end of the paddle down on Chris’s ass.

The crack of the leather against Chris’s bare skin and the deep moan from his throat made me gasp. Rafe didn’t wait more than a few seconds before he smacked Chris’s ass again, this time a little harder.

“Oh fuck,” Chris groaned. But he didn’t move an inch. He stayed bent over, his asshole exposed to both of us, while Rafe continued to paddle him. I watched Chris’s cock bobbing up and down with each blow and couldn’t hold back any longer. I wrapped my hand around my own cock and stroked myself, watching in awe as Chris’s ass turned bright red.

“Is this what you wanted?” Rafe brought the paddle down on Chris’s ass cheek again. Chris made some kind of sound, but I didn’t really understand it. Rafe must not have been able to either. “Louder,” he demanded. “Tell me if this is what you wanted.”

“Yes,” Chris gasped. “Yes, this is what I wanted.”

I knew this had to be incredibly humiliating for Chris. He wasn’t used to being told what to do, and he wasn’t used to being forced to reveal intimate feeling out loud. Chris was usually the one in charge, and we liked it that way. But this was so different. The way Rafe spoke to him and spanked him, it was like he knew exactly what Chris needed.