The first smack landed firmly, shifting the plug inside of him. He forced himself to relax after tightening up around it. The second smack landed on the other side of his ass. Both left spots that stung his skin, but it faded quickly as gentle palms stroked up his back, then down his arms.

The next strikes came quickly without a break, going well beyond only two. Only when Cole let out a strained breath and jerked forward away from Gideon's hand, the couch digging into his hips, did he get a reprieve. Gideon squeezed his balls gently and stroked his cock.

Since Cole didn't tolerate pain all that well and didn't enjoy it beyond the fact that it pleased Gideon more than just about any other kinky thing they did, there was always lots of sweetness mixed in with the spanks. Lots of breaks where Gideon touched him, fucked him, or kissed him. It turned the whole thing into an edging session of sorts. Which Cole was always down for.

"Your ass looks pretty with my handprints all over it," Gideon told him.

The sound of a camera shutter shattered through the air. The sound was always turned up loud on Gideon’s phone when Cole was blindfolded, so that he knew pictures were being taken.

The next few smacks landed teasingly on the base of the plug, fucking it into him. Then more firmly on the backs of his thighs and his ass until he was alternating between straining on his tiptoes and bending his knees. A final hard smack landed across the back of both cheeks, right over the plug, jolting it. He grunted.

"Gotta keep this in, baby," Gideon said, "We both know how you tighten up when I spank you."

He pulled the plug out until the widest part stretched Cole's body open. Then he left it there. Cole breathed. He swallowed the saliva gathering under his tongue as best he could with the clothespin obstructing him. Where it compressed the tip of his tongue hurt but wasn't unbearable yet.

Gideon pulled the plug all the way out instead of pushing it in. Cole could feel how his ass was slow to tighten back up after, left gaping, stretched as it was. The sight must have been pretty enticing by the way Gideon groaned and hooked a thumb inside. But instead of fucking him, he squirted more lube and stuffed the plug back in. Lube dripped a cold line down his balls and cock.

After that, it was back to spanking. By now, his skin burned between each hit, the sting never dissipating before the next landed. It was a hot kind of pain. Sweat broke out on his forehead and gathered in his armpits. He no longer had the mind to swallow spit, letting it spill over his lower lip and drool onto the couch cushion below him.

The next hit across his ass felt like a bruise, its sting reaching deep into his muscle and sitting there, aching. He cried out and jerked.

"Easy," Gideon soothed from behind, running a hand down Cole's side. Slowly, he repositioned Cole's legs, which had slid across the floor, so that his feet were firmly planted again. Confirming what Cole had felt, Gideon patted his butt and said, "This is going to bruise beautifully."

Then the camera shutter sounded again.

It was comforting to know that Gideon could tell exactly how far he was hurting Cole, whether it was going to bruise or just be redness that would fade over a couple of hours. Cole huffed and let his body relax over the back of the couch. His cheek landed in a wet spot on the back cushion, where he must have been drooling.

Gideon added a few more bruises before he finished.

"Fuck, baby, you are gorgeous like this. You know what would make it better…"

His footsteps faded across the room until Cole could no longer hear them over the sound of the blood roaring in his ears. He was surprised there was any left, with how much of it must have rushed down to his ass. His cock was still hard too, he thought. He moved his hips side to side, swinging it and…yep, still hard. Mostly thanks to the cock rings trapping him that way and Gideon's attentiveness between spanking him.

Even though pain itself wasn't a turn-on for him, giving Gideon what he wanted was. He really did love submitting to his partner’s will. It had been a special kind of torture back when he turned tricks because he had to do whatever they wanted for the money, and on some level, he'd liked that, but on the rest of the levels, he knew that was fucked up and not safe. Being with someone who was safe to let tie him up without turning into a serial killer and hit him without going too far was his ultimate fantasy. And he got to live it every day.

Forget spanking, Gideon could ask to do all kinds of things to Cole and he'd agree to it. Lick his boots. Bark like a dog. Get his nipples pierced. Thankfully, Gideon seemed content with spanking and throat training and overstimulation and dressing Cole up in lingerie and…

"Lift your foot for me," Gideon instructed, making him jump in surprise. An amused chuckle and tap to his left ankle later, and Gideon was pulling something over his foot. Then his other foot. Then he slid it all the way up his legs. Stockings. They ended halfway up his thighs, attached to a garter belt he next wrapped around his waist.

"So sexy."

Then came the sound of him taking pictures from several angles. Cole smiled around the clothespin, face hidden by the couch back. He was glad Gideon was satisfied. And the knowledge that he was the one to satisfy him like that made a warmth glow in his belly that rivaled the heat radiating off his ass.

"All good baby?" Gideon asked.

"Ah…"

Something brushed his fingers where they were curled loosely behind his back. "Squeeze my finger." First Cole had to remember he had hands. Then he gave Gideon's finger a squeeze.

"I'm going to take this off," Gideon moved his finger from Cole's hands to hook it under the strap of his blindfold. "Close your eyes. Good boy. Now, open them on the count of three. One…two…three…"

Cole blinked away the bleariness to see Gideon's phone in front of his face. The man himself stood behind, his body heat pressing close and enveloping Cole's burning, aching skin as he reached around to scroll through the pictures he'd just taken.

"Look at how perfect you take it."

Cole stared at the pictures of his long legs, ass in the air. It would have looked even better if Gideon had put him in a pair of heels, but the clothespin on his tongue prevented him from giving constructive criticism. Besides, even he got a little distracted by the way his skin went from pale to mottled pink in the shape of Gideon's hand, to bright red, as Gideon scrolled through pictures. He looked hot, cock hanging painfully thick and dark red between his glowing thighs.

"Yeah," Gideon agreed. "Feel what it does to me?"

He pressed his bare cock against Cole's backside. It hurt. Gideon ran hot, and against Cole's protesting sensitive skin, his touch was like a brand. Cole squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.

"Eyes open, baby, and legs together."

As he struggled to remember he had feet so he could slide them across the floor, Gideon pinched the clothespin off his tongue. Blood and sensation rushed back into it, hurting worse than when it had been compressed, yet still a relief of sorts. Then the clothespin closed around one of his nipples and he groaned.

"Shh," Gideon kissed the side of his neck. "I bet your hole is so twitchy right now. I'm going to fuck you now."

He pulled the plug out and replaced it with his cock before Cole had a chance to process his words. All he could do was moan helplessly. Gideon's cock was so hot inside of him, even compared to his glowing skin. Then he moaned again when he bottomed out, nudging his hips against the bruises.

"That's a good boy; fuck, you take it so well. You take everything I give you, don't you? And you love it. Perfect. Your skin is so beautiful like this. Fuck its hot."

He slapped Cole's ass a few times, and Cole's body tried to jerk away, but his hips were trapped between Gideon's pelvis and the back of the couch. And his hole was wide open around a much larger intrusion than the neck of the plug had been. His shoulders squirmed instead.

"Yeah," Gideon groaned and cracked his palm across Cole's skin one last time before wrapping both hands around his hips. "Like I said, twitchy. You feel so good right now baby."

When he started fucking Cole, it was its own kind of spanking. Not as harsh as his palm, but his hips definitely drove into the bruises and any touch to his flushed, sore skin hurt. It was a little like the rug burn from getting fucked on a carpet, but different, and not as bad. And it didn't hardly distract from the pleasure of having his hole stretched wide and fucked.

There was enough lube in him that it squeezed out around Gideon's cock, dripping down his thighs and making the slap of Gideon's hips against his ass into a wet squelch each time. Quantifying whether this made the pain better or worse was impossible because there was too much going on for Cole to do anything other than take it. Perfect.

Gideon leaned forward to wrap him up in his arms and hold their bodies flush, abs rock hard where they moved against Cole's bound hands, cock nudging deeper without pulling out more than an inch or so each time. He pulled Cole up to stand, and this angle was perfect for those deep grinds to ceaselessly stimulate his prostate. His eyes rolled up and he whined.

He was going to cum through the cock rings at this angle.

And Gideon knew it.

Which made what he did next even more infuriating and wonderful.

He came.

This was a man who had impeccable control over orgasms. He'd trained Cole's body to reach its completion on command with impressive success in the short few months they'd known each other. Been married to one another. And he had even better control over himself. He could put his orgasm off for hours or he could pound it out in minutes.

The guttural groan he pressed to the side of Cole's neck and the way he jerked himself up into Cole's body meant he'd just pounded one out in about two minutes flat. Foreboding pricked the back of Cole's mind, but he ignored it and sank further into the mindset of being sated not by his own pleasure but by Gideon's satisfaction.

His body had other ideas. His hips twitched back and his cock jumped, yearning for any kind of stimulation that would release the unbelievable need coiled between his legs. His cock ached so bad he forgot all about the state of his ass.

Then Gideon slipped out, bent him back over the couch, and popped the plug in his ass.

"That felt so good baby."

Cole risked a peek over his shoulder and saw Gideon gazing at his ass with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. He wasn't smiling with his face. He was smiling with his eyes, which was completely psychotic when he was admiring the evidence of his strikes on Cole's skin, but, well, different strokes for different folks. Cole had certainly been into it.

He was still shaking with arousal, the air cool against the wet tip of his painful cock.

"Stay here and take some deep breaths for me," Gideon patted his butt and started to walk away, cock still hard and shining with lube, though it was no longer rigid. "I want you to be nice and calm when I get back, okay?"

Cole let his head fall down against the back of the couch, which jostled the clothespin that had miraculously remained locked on his nipple. He gasped and heard one last chuckle before he was left alone.