Bab 11: Chapter 11

Dylan’s cock throbbed at the sexy guy over his lap. He spanked Kimo over his briefs.

“Not so easy. More, harder.”

Dylan teased by crossing his arms. “Don’t tell me what to do. Then I won’t spank you.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. Please.”

“Please what?” Making a guy beg was new but exciting. Clearly, it thrilled Kimo.

“Please spank me and ensure I’ll be a good boy. Please, Dylan.”

Dylan knew he’d regret it, but he slammed his unconditioned hand into the muscled ass before him. Kimo jumped and twisted his head. Dylan caught the smile of joy. He hit as hard as he could to both cheeks, pulled the briefs down, and hit more, turning them pink, then red. When his right hand tingled in pain, he used his left, but his cock remained stiff.

After a while, he moaned. ‘My hands hurt. Suck my dick.”

“What? I’m not that kind of boy.” Kimo knelt and rubbed his ass as his cock bounced. “Please don’t make me do that.”

Uncertainty wove its way through Dylan’s mind.