Page 174 of Allegiance

He loved the feel of the leather against his skin, and now, he knew Gene was aware too.

How?

His dick, which Gene was holding in his fist, got harder.

“Oh, someone likes that, huh?” he asked, stroking his hand up and down the man’s erection.

When he didn’t reply, Gene grabbed Tommy, pulled him over his lap, and used the belt again, landing it on his ass.

The man moaned.

“God, yes, Sir. I like it.”

Gene figured as much. He stood him up again, and this time, he started stroking Tommy’s erection.

Tommy whimpered.

As Gene stroked his dick, his hand slowly torturing Tommy, he decided to make him really get wild. With his free hand, after placing the belt down, he explored. When his fingers touched Tommy’s ass, the man shook.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please what?” Gene asked, sliding closer and closer.

“Please fill me, Sir.”

He gave him what he wanted.

Gene slid into his ass with his wandering fingers, getting the response he wanted.

“Oh, God,” Tommy whispered, his eyes crossing in pleasure.

Gene watched as his fiancé enjoyed the pleasure. He could see the artery in his neck thumping wildly, as was the one in his dick.

As he tormented him with his hands, Tommy whimpered.

“Good bottoms get rewarded. Bad bottoms get spanked,” he warned.

Tommy kinda liked both. He didn’t know he would, but being over Gene’s knee. There was something dirty and erotic about that.

“Don’t cum, Thomas,” he said, as he felt his dick getting harder.

“I’m so close,” he muttered.

That’s when Gene stopped. He pulled the man back across his knee and landed the belt across his ass.

Tommy moaned.

“Please,” he whispered.

He earned another stroke.

“Yesssssss,” he hissed, loving the feeling. This opened a door no one else had ever thought to open.

“Someone likes being manhandled in bed,” he said, his own dick now rock hard. One of the things he loved about Tommy was that he didn’t hold back in bed. He trusted him, and let him have this power.

“Yes, please.”

He earned another lash, and Gene liked how the red crisscrossing marks were still on his flesh.