David shivered. He'd been here, hanging like this for ages.
Waiting. Anticipating. Hoping? Well maybe not sure about that.
The door opened with a soft click.
The blindfold meant he couldn't see.
He could hear though. Slow steady even breaths.
Viggo walked round the redhead hanging by the wrists from the ceiling hoist in his playroom.
David was sweating a little; he could see the tiny rivulets running down the man's neck and between his shoulder blades.
Viggo's smile was wolfish, he had timed it perfectly he thought.
He turned the leather strap over in his hand as he moved, silently other than for the breathing.
David trembled a little and he heard his own breath hitch, felt it catch in his throat.
He tried to turn his head a little, to catch the sound, to locate the other man but each time he thought he had him, the sound seemed to shift, it's directional origin changing.
A soft whimper from behind the gag.
Viggo grinned.
The base of the considerable plug he had rammed into David's ass earlier glinted in the low light.
Perfect.
The leather strap swished through the air, the first blow catching David on the back of his thighs, the second in a similar place.
The third caught a nipple and the fourth landed perfectly across the rounded globes of David's ass, and made the most satisfying sound.
Viggo's aim was perfect as ever.
The next blow landed perfectly on the head of David's cock.
Another whimper.
David could feel his cock twitch and almost impossibly harden even more.
His ass clenched around the plug.
Viggo never let up.
The blows came steadily one after the other.
He never knew which direction they were coming from or where they would land.
On and on.
His cock was dripping; precome running down the shaft.
The strap caught the base of the plug squarely, driving it hard against David's prostate.
Viggo varied the blows, nipples, ass, cock, over and over, though never once hitting the redhead's balls.
Muscles tensed and rippled as David fought not to react.
He didn't want this, didn't want to come from this, couldn't come from this.
Could he?
The familiar fire began to build low in his belly.
His balls tensed.
Viggo landed 3 more blows squarely on the base of the plug and then concentrated on the head of David's cock.
He could see the tension.
See David's balls lift slightly as he 'whipped' the glistening head of his cock.
He didn't stop.
Didn't stop until the whimpers became a howl and jets of silvery essence streamed from the purple head of David's cock, splashing anything and everything within range.
David came hard, on a sobbing wail.
His cock, stung as it channelled his hot seed out into the cool air.
He wondered if it had 'got' Viggo.
He was gasping for breath his head falling forward searching for oxygen.
Viggo watched for a long few moments as David fought to recover.
David felt him move closer, felt the heat from Viggo's nearness.
Then Viggo put his mouth close to David's ear.
"I told you so."
Cool air.
The door closed with a quiet click.
