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Dietrich took a step back and admired the sight for several long moments. The only warning he gave Stellan before he brought his cane along his ass was the air whooshing before he struck. The sound of bamboo striking flesh filled the room.

A surge of lust slammed into him when Stellan jerked in his bonds, and a beautiful red line made itself present on the tanned skin of Stellan’s cheeks.

“Beg for another.” He kept his voice low and stroked the tip of the cane down Stellan’s spine again.

“Please. May I have another?”

Dietrich brought the cane down again on the other side of his sub’s ass.

“You please me immensely.” He struck him again and again, loving that his mark popped out along the back of Stellan’s thighs and ass.

Those red lines coupled with the grunts of pleasure and pain that came from his sub had Dietrich harder than steel. An image of Blythe filled his mind, and perspiration dotted along his temple. He reveled in the sound of the bamboo cracking along his sub’s body.

“Are you hard?” He didn’t stop his ministrations and loved the guttural ecstasy-filled way Stellan gritted out his affirmation. “Turn and show me.”

The way Dietrich had Stellan positioned allowed for the man to face him easily enough. When Stellan had his back to the door, a mighty throb settled in the base of Dietrich’s erection at the sight of the long, thick shaft that jutted from a trimmed nest of black hair at Stellan’s groin.

He ran the cane along his sub’s length and down to the large sac below.

“Please. Please.” Stellan kept his eyes downcast, but his hips jutted forward in need. Dietrich cracked the cane on the side of Stellan’s right thigh.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” Dietrich knew his submissive well enough to know Stellan enjoyed the pain Dietrich inflicted upon him as much as he enjoyed giving it. Their relationship was one of sadism and masochism, a perfect match, yet still missing something elemental.

That was where Blythe came into play. He took a step forward and lifted Stellan’s head up with the edge of his cane.

“You’ll suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours until my balls touch your chin.”

“Yes, Sir.” Stellan breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling from his exertion.

Dietrich looked down at the other man’s dick and watched as a bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip.

He flicked his eyes back to his sub’s, saw Stellan staring at Dietrich’s erection, and looked back down at his sub’s shaft. Gravity took that bead of pre-cum down until it dripped to the floor. Taking hold of his cock, Dietrich guided the tip to Stellan’s mouth.

He rubbed the cum-coated crown along his lips and grunted, “Open.”

Stellan took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bulbous tip before pressing it into the slit.

Carnal lust filled him as Stellan’s cheeks hollowed out, and he engulfed him whole. His lips stretched wide over his girth, and a groan left him.

“That’s it. Swallow my cock.” Dietrich gritted his teeth as Stellan took his entire length. The head of his shaft hit the back of his sub’s throat, and he swallowed around the tip. He reached out, gripped Stellan’s hair, and pulled on the strands hard until he groaned in response.

His sub’s pain was Dietrich’s pleasure. Using his hold on Stellan’s hair, Dietrich kept his head steady and started fucking his mouth. In and out, slow and steady at first, but with each passing second, he increased his speed until he was bumping the back of Stellan’s throat.

Beads of sweat ran down his spine, and he groaned. He was close to coming, but he wasn’t going to in his mouth, not when Stellan’s tight ass was ripe for the taking.

Pulling away until his dick slid from the warm, wet cavern, Dietrich stared down at his sub with what he knew were heavy-lidded eyes. He breathed in deeply as he tried to control his raging arousal.

It had been far too long since he felt the pleasure his sub could deliver, and with being around Blythe and feeling the intense attraction to her, Dietrich was on the verge of combusting.

“Present your ass to me.” Stellan’s chest rose and fell almost violently, and Dietrich could see the feral lust reflected back at him.

Stellan did as he was asked, and Dietrich ran a hand over his mouth as his sub spread his muscular thighs apart. His balls swung slightly between his legs. Dietrich turned and walked to his bedside table and pulled the drawer open.

He took out a bottle of lube and a condom. He turned back to Stellan and fell to his knees behind the man. He set the items on the floor and reached around to grip Stellan’s shaft. He stroked the steel encased velvet and gave it several quick tugs.