Justin’s POV

Each step that brought me closer to that tree seemed to take an eternity. The wind felt cool against my skin. My heart was pounding so hard that I knew it would fly right out of my chest at any moment. Could I do this? What if he was wrong? What if I wasn’t strong enough? Would he send me away? I felt a pain wrench my heart, not from fear of the upcoming flogging, but from a fear that I’d somehow disappoint him so dismally he’d want to get rid of me.

The walk toward the tree caused an oppressive weight and a sense of impending danger to settle on my shoulders, causing them to droop under the invisible load. I stopped a few paces from my intended destination knowing I couldn’t go back. I had nothing to go back to. As fucked up as the situation had begun, it was still the best thing that could have happened to me. I was resolved to accept my fate, no matter what. Forcing my shoulders back and straightening my spine, I looked toward the tree with a new determination.

“Come here, tiger.”

I looked into his hazel eyes and felt a jolt of strength and purpose rocket through my body. I would do this. If he wanted me to do this, then I could do it for him. I would make him proud. My feet started moving with a will all their own as I made my way to him never breaking eye contact. I was staring into his eyes so intently that I didn’t notice when he raised my arms and wrapped them around a low hanging branch until I felt the cool metal of the handcuffs locking my wrists together. I felt the slow burning tingle of my skin as his palms slid down my arms, over my shoulders, and down my chest.

“I’m so proud of you, my brave little tiger.”

There was something about those words, spoken in that soft, sexy voice that did things to my heart rate and breathing patterns. Those words strengthened and focused my resolve to do whatever I could to make sure this man was always proud of me. “I can do this.”

“I know you can. You are one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”

I felt like a balloon that his words were filling almost to the bursting point. Warm breath caressed my ear as his hands roamed freely over my body staking his claim on every inch of my skin. I reveled in the feelings igniting along my nerve endings as I leaned back against his chest tilting my head and offering my neck to his questing mouth. Hearing his breath hitch made it clear that I was having as much of an effect on him as he was on me. Another rush of intense feeling flowed through my body. When I felt satiny lips brushing against my exposed neck and heard the soft moan, I once again felt that surge of adrenaline zap through my body.

I felt a bit disoriented when the heat from his body was no longer pressed against my back. The cool air hit me and sent a shock through my system and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. Apprehension coiled in my stomach and I tried to keep my breathing under control. I was so turned on which surprised me considering what was about to happen. My eyes drifted shut and my entire being focused on the man walking around behind me. I heard the leaves and mulch crunching beneath his feet and I could visualize him in my mind.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I answered in a breathy whisper.  There was a faint swish of something moving through the air right before tiny fingers of fire kissed my back. I couldn’t help but jerk forward slightly, my mouth falling open as all of the air rushed from my lungs in an almost silent huff of exhalation. A moment that seemed to last an eternity passed while I tried to suck the breath back into my chest before that quiet swish and then the searing hot kiss of leather tormented my already sensitized skin again. This time I couldn’t help but let a groan escape from my lips, though the pain wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined it would be. My legs felt weak and a quick glance told me that they were shaking, hardly strong enough to hold my weight without the tight grip that I was exerting on the branch. My heart pounded in my chest, fear and pain grappling at my senses as sweat formed a sheen over my skin, causing my body to shiver with anticipation.

My eyes remained tightly shut and my hips jerked in small thrust-like movements. I was so hard, so needy, and so helpless. That’s where most of my discomfort was originating, not from my back.  The blows were coming faster, but each strike served to push me higher and higher towards some seemingly unattainable goal. It was as if each stroke of the flogger’s fingers was translated by my hazy and lust-filled consciousness to represent my captor’s touch against the overly sensitive skin of my back. Thoughts were rioting incoherently through my mind as I desperately tried to regain some emotional stability. My world had become nothing more than rough shallow breaths, an aching sexual need demanding satisfaction, and the sharp crack of leather meeting damp shivering skin.

I no longer dreaded or feared the touch of the flogger’s fingers.  Instead, I arched my back pushing myself towards each stroke with the overwhelming knowledge that those blistering strips of leather were the only things that could bring me the sexual gratification I so desperately desired. Suddenly I became aware of the wetness on my cheeks and realized it had nothing to do with pain.  I was crying because my body needed something so intensely, something I instinctively knew that only my tormentor could give me. “Oh, please, please, please.”

Brian’s POV

Those softly spoken words caused an ache in my chest, as the painful longing, they held mirrored itself there, while simultaneously filling me with a rush of excitement making me rock hard in seconds. The undulations of his body becoming a hypnotic dance drawing me closer and closer the way a moth is drawn towards the flame. I was mesmerized by the strips of leather landing on the smooth, pale skin fanning out in ever differing patterns leaving pink marks that grew darker with each consecutive strike.

Before I knew exactly what was happening, I was standing directly behind him, wrapping my arms around his shaking body, and rubbing the leather flogger across his chest, letting the strips hang down between his legs. I bent pressing my face into the crook of his neck and my senses were immediately assaulted. Pulling his newly warmed back against my bare chest and feeling the heat radiate through my entire body, I watched as his hips thrust helplessly into the leather fringe. I drew a deep breath becoming slightly heady with the mixture of my shampoo, my body wash, and his musky scent swirling together.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt such an all-consuming need in my life. He was perfection personified.  The sounds he was making seemingly unconsciously actually made my cock twitch with each helpless, whimpering noise emitting from deep within his chest. I never expected him to fly so soon, but my little tiger was soaring and I tightened my arms around him thrusting my hips against his warm, pink ass cheeks causing him to grunt as the towel scraped across his sensitive skin. He reacted almost violently to each touch and caress. Then it happened. My heart actually stopped beating at the softly spoken plea.

“Ohhhhh, please.  Please, Master, please.”

No one had called me Master since Damien, and I never felt this overwhelming sense of possessiveness with him.  I fumbled in my haste to unlock the cuffs quickly and turned him around to face me.  I looked down into those dazed blue eyes seeing his need radiating brightly and captured his lips in a brutal kiss, swallowing his moans as he rubbed his body against mine in a cat-like fashion.

Luckily, I had remembered to bring the necessary supplies along. After all, one could never tell when they’d come in handy. A small voice in the back of my mind kept repeating, “He’s a virgin,” over and over, but at the moment, I just didn’t care. He was mine. I was going to possess him, body and soul. I wanted him to feel my possession for days and know who he belonged to. I’d just have to make it up to him later, but right now, I was going to take what was rightfully mine.

I pushed him roughly down onto the blanket I’d spread out earlier, watching as he landed on his back, his legs spreading and falling open in a silent offering. His entire body was flushed as he gazed up at me with those pleading eyes. He had no idea what he was asking for; he just knew he needed something that I could give him.  My hands shook as I removed the towel with a flick of my wrist, flung it to the ground, and tore open the condom, sheathing my aching cock before dropping to my knees between his legs.

My lubed fingers sought and found his hole shoving inside hard and rough. I watched his eyes roll back and heard the low moan that was ripped from his throat. He didn’t even try to move away from my fingers. It was almost like he had no energy or will to fight, so he just accepted anything I was willing to offer gratefully. I pulled my fingers out lying down on his chest grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back so I could bite his neck before growling, “Tell me you belong to me.  I want to hear you say it.”

The sounds coming from his parted lips changed in volume and pitch as I continued to suck and bite along his collar bone. I pressed my latex covered hardness against him grinding lasciviously. I needed to hear him acknowledge my right to take his body and claim it.  I licked my way to his ear and gasped softly, “Tell me, tiger.  Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yes.  Fuck, yes, Master.  I’m yours.”

He’d said it again. Master. My chest felt like it exploded and my cock got harder - if that was even a possibility at this point. I rocked back on my knees grabbing his legs, shoving them up over my shoulders, looking into his wide trusting eyes, and pressing into him with one hard thrust. His scream reached my ears as if from a great distance, but it was enough to still my movements. I gently rubbed his stomach murmuring words I didn’t even understand and waited for him to relax before pressing forward again. His closed eyes, gaping mouth, clutching fists, and pliant body burned a picture of lust, need, and desire into my brain.  Yes! He was mine.

I started thrusting deep and hard with only one goal in mind…to brand his psyche with my possession, ensuring that he’d never doubt who owned him. My voice sounded rough as I groaned, “You’re mine, little tiger.  Now, come for me.”

I gripped his leaking hardness a bit roughly, running my thumb across the tip before pumping in time with my thrusts.  His mouth opened wider and a loud wail reverberated from his chest as spurt after spurt shot from his quaking body. His muscles clamped around me in violent spasms and after two more hard thrusts, I exploded.

Since my legs no longer seemed to have the strength to hold my weight, I collapsed weakly onto his chest gasping for breath. I felt his hands run over my shoulders and his fingers tangle in my hair as he held me tightly against him.  I could still feel the tremors racing through his body or maybe I was the one trembling. I felt the rumble of his laughter against my cheek before I heard it. I lifted my head to smile up at my beautiful boy amazed that he wasn’t angry by the rough way I’d handled him, especially since he was a virgin.  “What’s so funny, tiger?”

He met my gaze and gasped softly, “Now I know what fucking is.”