When We Were Us

Chapter 3

*~*Jon's POV: July 2013*~*

"Ah...Ahhh yes, sir..." My cries echo through the hallway. "I'm Master's dirty slut..." WHACK! "Ahh, fucking shit!"

"Wrong," David's low raspy voice groans in my ear. "Try again." WHACK! My shoulders lift and my back arches, breath catching in my throat.

"Oh god, thank you, Master. May I please have another?" I respond.

He chuckles behind me and the braided leather tails of his flogger sting on my back, sending tingles that spread over my skin in vibrating waves. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! At the end of each tail were sharp tips, tiny teeth made of hard leather.

"You're getting red, pup. Are you gonna cry and plead like you did last night?" David asks in a mocking whine.

My thighs were quivering and felt like they'd been set on fire. The sting was unlike anything I'd gotten from Richie. "No, Master. I wish Master to do with me as Master sees fit," I moan.

His hands grab my hair and yank my head back. "Cry again and I'll toss your pathetic, worthless cock from my room." WHACK! "Or worse..." WHACK! "I'll stop touching you. I'll stop..." WHACK! "...giving the pain you beg for."

"Yes, Master," I breath out.

He strikes me four times with intensity heightening. After one particularly hard strike, I jerk in my cuffs and the chain pulls at my attached anal plug. I whimper.

"Does it hurt?" He asks me, a note of amusement in those words.

"Yes, Master," I reply and my cock twitches. "May I please have more?"

"Good boy," was all David said and picks up a metal whip that lay beside me. The sound of electricity makes me jump and I groan as the chains dance over and shock my skin. I concentrate on the electric jolts, the way it flows through my veins.

"Fuck, Master...Ahhh! Mmmm yes, Master," I say, ass swaying left then right. The violet wands chain sends me up to my toes, back arching. He pulls it away and I slump over, continuing this rhythm. David chuckles when he touches the chain to the metal plug and the sensation makes me squeal like a little bitch.

My eyes widen as the chains whip through the air, whistling and striking my ass. "Very good, pup, very good indeed," David growls.

I know I'm bleeding as the coppery smell hits my nostrils. "Fuck! Yes, Master!" His fingers draw down my back then are smeared over my mouth.

"I've only saved the best for last, pup," he says and I jump when he shows me a shiny scalpel. "Keep real still, pup. This will hurt but oh how it will please me." I scream as the blade cuts into my right ass cheek and I bury my head into the bedspread.

I hear a metal cling behind me and his warm hands removing my cuffs and plug. "Thank you, Sir."

David helps me stand up and work the kinks out in my back. "You're such a good boy, Johnny," he says and kisses me with a gentleness only he has. "Lay down on your stomach and I'll clean you up." I do as he says and lay across the bed, pulling a pillow under my head.

I watch his beautiful ass cross to his luggage. He grabs his aftercare bag and two bottles of water, handing one to me and sits on the bed. His hands are soft as he washes the blood off first then spreads a liberal amount of peroxide over the shallow cuts first.

"Ow," I mutter and he kisses my cheek.

"Just relax. I'm so proud of you, Johnny. How are you feeling?" David asks me, all trace of Master gone from his voice, as he rubs the soothing arnica gel over my back.