Loser Takes All(7)

"Good," Scott muttered. "Let's go it again."

Tad groaned, gripping those damn chains holding him in place. He really didn't think his back could take more. It was stinging like a son of a bitch.

At least he wasn't thinking about his boner anymore.

Thankfully, Scott resumed on his thighs.

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

Before long his hamstrings were on fire like his back. Tad could only imagine how red he was getting. He grimaced into the leather, feet and toes shuffling restlessly.

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

By the eighth set, his skin felt like glowing coals. He panted from the pain, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

Fuck, shit, fuck, it stung like a mother!

When the tenth set ended, Scott headed over. "You doing okay?" he murmured from somewhere close by. Tad shuddered and gave a tight nod.

"Good boy," Scott praised, giving Tad's ass a double pat. As he strode away, Tad had the feeling that Scott's little "pat" was, more or less, him referencing his next point of action. Like a billiard player calling his pocket.

Sure enough, whap went the flogger across Tad's bare cheeks.

"Ah!" he yelped, cursing himself for not bracing sooner. Like both bouts before, the first twenty lashes weren't too unbearable. But by the end of set six, Tad was trembling something fierce.

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

Set seven and his butt cheeks were howling like a bitch. Tad twisted and squirmed, as if subconsciously trying to flee his own skin.

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

At set ten's conclusion he was out-and-out writhing. Again, Scott returned to briefly check in.

"Still cool, my man?"

Tad grimaced. "I'm standing, aren't I?"

"Alright. Gonna start over now on your back."

Tad's heart dropped to his feet. "Wait, what? We're starting over?"

"Mmhmm," Scott purred. "Don't wanna stop now. We're almost to the good part."

"Good part?" Tad snarled. "Are you out of your mind?"

Scott chuckled. "No. But you're about to be. Deep breaths, beautiful."

Tad bristled. Beautiful? That motherfucker did not just call him-

Crack! went Scott's flogger across his raw shoulders. Tad howled out a curse. Considering how bad his back was still searing, there was no way he could handle more. "Dude," he panted, tugging on his binds. "Seriously. I can't do this. I can't."

"Yes, Tad, you can. And you're about to start loving it."

Two, three, four, five …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

"You're crazy," Tad rasped. "This is fucking torture."

"Mmm …  Gonna start to hurt so good."

One, two, three, four … seven, eight, nine, ten.



       
         
       
        

Tad arched against the headboard. "Good in what sense?" he barked. "'Cause it sure as shit ain't feeling good to me."

"Be patient. Geez, you're such a Sally."

Tad wanted to punch him right in the face. "Fuck you."

Deep chuckle. "Is that an invite?"

One, two, three, four …  seven, eight, nine, ten.

Oh, God. The burn was starting to spread through his body, the overwhelming sting morphing into  …  something else, but equally intense. To Tad's surprise, from there on out, every subsequent lash brought with it a tantalizing fire. Inexplicably enticing, the strange heat coiled and writhed beneath his flesh. Hot surging currents of undulating sensation.

Before Tad knew it, Scott had finished with his back and moved to his thighs. "You've started to feel it," he observed.

Tad moaned, writhing mindlessly. Because in truth, that's exactly how he was starting to feel: mindless. Lost beneath the intoxicating waves raging along his body.

One, two, three, four …

Tad shuddered. The tassels slapping his hamstrings might as well have been hot tongues, flicking and licking their way to his groin. What was happening to him? His hips started to rock. Breath sawed from his lungs, his fingers clenching and releasing. And damn it, now his dick was harder than ever.

"Your ass ready to take another round?"

"Fuuuuuck," Tad groaned.

Scott laughed. "Oh, come on. You're liking it now."

Tad didn't bother arguing. 'Cause the fact of the matter was, he kind of, sort of …  was. Which made absolutely no sense. He was getting flogged, for fuck's sake.

The first lash landed with a nice, biting crack.