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"Ten will be your count. Five on each cheek. Five for each infraction. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes sir," came the muffled reply.

"You all right?"

"Yes sir."

But his legs were tense, trembling. His feet were shifting against the floor, restless. And his cock... Bobby's cock was hard.

Thor slapped Bobby's left hip lightly and rubbed his hand across the taut flesh of Bobby's ass. He pulled the cheeks further part. and tried hard not to moan the sight of Bobby's quivering hole.

Letting go, he touched the doubled over belt to the top of Bobby's spine, dragging it down, slow inch by slow inch. Bobby did moan and Thor smiled.

Bobby was relaxing.

Thor landed the leather square on Bobby's ass, covering both cheeks. It left a light pink stripe and Bobby's cheeks clenched tight. Thor gave him a few minutes to relax again, massaging Bobby's lower back.

"Ready?"

"Yes sir."

"You're to count for me. To five. Twice."

"Y-yes sir."

"And so we begin." Thor lifted the belt, braced his hand on Bobby's back and lowered his arm, the belt connecting solid against one cheek.

"O-one."

"One sir," Thor added.

"One sir," Bobby repeated.

"Good boy."

Thor lifted and lowered his arm four more times on that one side. Bobby kept up his counting, only faltering once, on the last one. It was a fairly strong strike and Thor had meant it to be. It was also a little lower on the cheek, coming right in the crease where ass gives way to leg.

His shifted his position to get a better angle over the right cheek. "Same thing on this side, boy."

"Yes sir."

Bobby's voice had gotten stronger, not weaker as the spanking progressed, as the intensity of the slaps hit him. Thor was surprised, pleasantly so. It told him he might actually be able to tear into Bobby with a flogger, maybe even a single tail and Bobby be able to not only take it, but want more.

Bobby's cock was still hard, his balls tucked up tight against his body and Thor fought the urge to stroke both. Instead he lifted his arm again and commenced with the second half of Bobby's punishment.

"One sir."

Thor's pride in how well Bobby took the belt made him smile. Both of them were perspiring, panting. Bobby's voice did trail off at the end and Thor couldn't fault him for that. It was a more intense spanking and the redness of his right side compared to that of his left could attest to it.

Thor leaned down, stroked Bobby's hair and kissed the back of his neck. "I'm proud of you. Stay right where you are." Thor reached between their bodies and unfastened his jeans, fishing his cock out. He was rewarded with Bobby's groan and a lifting of the other man's hips. "You want me?"

"Yes sir, please."

"Where?"

"I-in my ass, sir."

"You want me to fuck you, boy?"

"Oh God, sir, yes sir please."

Thor grinned against the side of Bobby's neck. "Good boy. Ever had a hand around your neck or worn a collar?"

"N-no sir. Never."

"Limit?"

"No sir."

Bobby's voice was trembling with need. Thor knew that tone, that strain, that huskiness. Bobby was on edge and Thor aimed to push him over. He let the tail of the belt fall from his one hand and gripped it with the other. "Let me know if this is too much," he said softly, his lips trailing along Bobby's ear.

Sliding the belt around Bobby's throat, Thor fed the end into the buckle and slide the metal down to the back of Bobby's neck. "You okay?"

"Yes sir."

Thor tightened the belt. "Still?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy."

He let go of the belt, let it lay against Bobby's spine and pulled out the small travel size bottle of baby oil he'd slipped into his back pocket when he got dressed. It paid to be prepared and he was so glad it did.

He stood to his full height, lowered his jeans to his thighs and oiled his cock. He wanted that small, tight hole of Bobby's and unless the man balked, Thor was going to take it as much as he could as often as he could.

He pressed the head of his cock to Bobby and slowly started to rock forward. He took each of Bobby's freshly spanked ass cheeks in his hands and spread them, looking down, watching as his cock disappeared, inch by inch into Bobby's body. He was met with mild resistance as he entered, but unless Bobby said something, Thor wasn't stopping. "Damn, boy. This is fuckin' hot." The only response he received was a grunt.

Once seated to the base, he picked up the end of the belt, wrapped it twice around his hand and tugged. Bobby's head came up and his heels lifted. Thor gripped Bobby's hip in his other hand and pulled out about halfway. He didn't let up on the belt as he thrust forward, pushing in to the hilt.

"Tell me now if you're not okay."

"I'm good just...just fuck me please."

"Use your safe word or signal."

"Yes sir."

Thor tugged and slid his cock out of Bobby's ass, bucked his hips forward and did exactly as Bobby had begged for. Thor fucked him, rode him without mercy. He didn't let up on the belt, used it as leverage, as a focal point, holding onto the man who had, with very little effort turned Thor's world on its side. He was as he'd always wanted to be. In the tight ass of a man who gave everything he demanded and even though Thor hadn't demanded much, he knew he'd get whatever else he wanted and needed.

In and out, shallow then balls deep, Thor pounded the man beneath him and Bobby took it. Every inch, every grunt, every shove, every press against his prostate, he took and surrendered and gave back.

Bobby lifted on the balls of his feet and lowered, effectively fucking Thor as much as Thor was fucking him. A back and forth movement was set and between them, the end came near, pleasure so keen it took Thor's breath away.

"If you come, you'll get it on the side of my couch, boy," Thor intoned without heat, without reprimand, without a hint of warning. He wanted Bobby to come whenever he needed or wanted to when they were like this, when they were playing, when they were in scene, when they were making love, making out. He wanted Bobby to come, always.

"S-sorry sir. Clean it...up," Bobby gasped just seconds before he did exactly as Thor had expected.

The walls of Bobby's ass fluttered around Thor's cock and come spilled down the side of the couch and onto the floor at his feet. He was so responsive to the sex, so lost to it that he simply lost control of his orgasms. Without having to have be touched on his cock at all, he could come. Thor loved it. It also mean Bobby would be cleaning the floors and furniture if he didn't start planning these things better, but he could handle it. That Bobby gave all of himself in those moments was worth more than any piece of flooring or fabric.

The shivers vibrating through Bobby's body during his orgasm nudged Thor over the edge as well. He retreated then advanced, bottoming out inside Bobby hard, his come filling the tunnel of the other man, his hand still tight around the leather belt.

Bobby lowered to his heels and Thor let up on the makeshift collar and lead. Bobby dropped his head to the couch cushion and Thor lowered himself over Bobby's back. He buried his face in Bobby's hair and inhaled, smelling sweat, and shampoo, and man. His man.

The thought made his chest hurt. He slid one palm under Bobby's cheek and cradle it. That Bobby placed a kiss to Thor's hand... Well, that was a tender, sweet gesture and Thor knew he was done for.

"How are you?" he whispered.

"Desperately in need of that nap now," Bobby whispered back.

Thor chuckled and lifted himself up, unbuckling the belt from around Bobby's neck. "I think you've earned it." He helped ease Bobby up and held him close, angling his head to check Bobby's throat. "I think you'll have a mark, like a collar would leave if it was tight. You'll definitely want to wear a shirt and tie at work."

"I always do." Bobby took a deep breath and let it out, leaning his head against Thor's shoulder. "Thank you."

"For?"

"The spanking. The sex. The belt."

"You're welcome."

"Can...can we do it again?"

Thor stepped back and instead of pulling his jeans up, he simply took them off. "Which one?"

Bobby turned to him. "All of them."

"Wait to ask that until you see the red mark around your neck," Thor said with a wink.

"May I?"

"Of course."

Bobby left the room and Thor went to the laundry room for a towel and some fabric cleaner. He had the floor and sofa cleaned and Bobby still wasn't back. He grabbed up the bottles of water, his jeans and his belt and went in search of his lover.

He found him in the bathroom. The light on, his fingers tracing the red circle on his skin. Their eyes caught in the mirror and while at first, Thor wasn't sure what he'd find there, what he saw there were no words for.

"I love it, sir."

Thor nodded unable to speak. There was fire in Bobby's blue eyes, a deep burning fire that Thor couldn't imagine burning any hotter, but knew that if they continued, would.

"Thank you for giving me a chance."

Again, Thor nodded and reached his arm out. Bobby walked into his chest and Thor folded him against his body. They stood there, two grown men, embracing after a powerful fucking. And that's what it had been. A fucking. It hadn't been gentle and tender. It had been started with one purpose in mind. That Bobby understood it, welcomed it, wanted more of it, held Thor enthralled.

"Let's get that nap," Thor suggested into Bobby's hair. He had to send Bobby home later and while he didn't want to waste time sleeping, Thor relished the idea of having Bobby in his bed, naked, sated.

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