1. In The Pillbox


    Date: 5/16/2016, Categories: Gay Male, Author: cayenne, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    no-one else was around. We flashed our torches to examine our surroundings again. I moved some fresh cans and crisp packets out of harm’s way. The place stank of piss even more than earlier on. We stuck our torches upright in the piles of sand covering the floor. We needed a little illumination for what was to come next! “Drop them!” he ordered. I complied, pulling my leather chaps right down. I bent down on all fours, jockstrap still in place and my head only just above the sand-covered floor. “Fifty!” he announced. I should explain that our leather strap is heavy duty. It must have cost Evan a fortune to buy. It was a hard thrashing. The strap lashed and lashed again. I gasped, groaned, writhed and cried out. Fifty strokes was a hell of a lot. All the noise the strap and I could make was muffled by the sound of the crashing waves, now that the tide was in. My arse was aflame, sore and I wasn’t sure a shagging after my beating was a great idea at all. Evan was sure, however, and his sheathed cock was soon persuading me that all was not lost. I was turned on by our seedy surroundings, my throbbing arse cheeks and the rhythm of my lover’s cock exploiting my most private place. We were both sweating profusely in our leathers and soon he came noisily inside me. I slumped right down, my arse and my brain exhausted by our exertions. My boner was as stiff as a surfboard, aching and dying for relief. I wasn’t sure that he’d want me to reciprocate, as he’d been in one of his more ...
    dominant moods that day. He smiled at me in the faint torchlight, as he removed the condom from his shrinking cock. He tossed the rubber aside saying, “Let’s leave something for the next occupants to clean up!” I was a little shocked. I picked up my can of lager and tugged at the ringpull. “That was great, thanks,” I sighed, still recovering from the hard beating and fuck. He grabbed at his can. Those energy drinks don’t half smell strange, but then so did the pillbox. I traced my fingers through the sand, and then a little later he whispered, “Want some revenge then?” “You bet!” I said, staggering to my feet and pulling my leather chaps up properly. This wasn’t an opportunity I got very often! I undid his belt and slid his leather jeans right down. Evan’s bottom was magnificent! A little puppy fat, but rather hidden by thick, dark matted manhair. I sniffed at his arse. Wonderful! I picked up the strap and lashed it down on my lover’s mounds, before he had time to change his mind. “ARRRGH!” he cried immediately. For a sometime dom, he could be quite a wimp when the tables were turned. I intended him to have a full fifty too, but lost count around the thirty mark! Eventually, I threw the punishing strap down and in my most assertive tone ordered him to put a rubber on my swollen cock. The lube squelched rudely out of the tube as I rubbed the stuff all over the condom. Soon I was home in his hot hole, thrusting for dear life. At times like this, Evan can become quite submissive ...
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