A Changed Man - Chapter 15

The sound of Hank’s hand hitting Tom’s flesh echoed faintly through the apartment. Tom let out a gasp at the impact and it was only then he fully realized that this was happening. It stung, perhaps more than he had been expecting, but it seemed to have more psychological impact than physical. He was a grown man, but was now nude, cage, restrained, and getting his bare upturned bottom spanked by his roommate, another man.

He had been way off balance mentally just before that spank. Still trying to deal with all of his various emotions from the situation, Hank had twice called him a ‘good boy.’ And on the surface, it sounded a little bizarre to call another man that. Almost like it would be belittling or something, but Tom was confused by what he felt. Spanking itself was usually associated with misbehaving children, and the phrase ‘good boy’ also kind of felt like something that might be a little more appropriate for someone younger.

But when Hank had said it, Tom felt such a rush of…something. It had felt like praise and approval from Hank, and it had made Tom feel good about himself and what he was doing with Hank. It made him more comfortable with the ridiculous position he was in. It was then contrasted by the sharp sting of pain on his ass causing him to gasp.

Again, Hank spanked Tom’s ass in another spot, loving the feel of his hand sinking into Tom’s pale flesh. He wasn’t lying, it had been quite awhile since he had spanked a boy, and it was something he absolutely adored doing. His last boyfriend had absolutely zero interest in it and it had been quite a bummer for Hank that he wouldn’t even entertain trying it. But this was better than any of them. This was a straight man that had never been spanked before that Hank wanted to make completely his. The two gasps that Tom had when his hand hit had been such sweet sounds as Tom finally felt the reality of what he had agreed to.

Hank was hard. He could really feel himself throbbing from this. He loved having this kind of control over another, and there was something about a bare bottom spanking that was just so simple and powerful. He was going to take his time and enjoy this, and enjoy bringing Tom through the various stages of it. “Such a good boy…” he said again as a third hit landed. This time, it was more than a gasp. A little cry was heard from Tom.

This was so fucking hot was what Maria was thinking as the spanking started. She continued to stroke Tom’s hair and if anything, it had gotten more affectionate as the spanking started. Hank was a much different style of spanker than Maria was, and she found the differences arousing too. She was usually in too much of a rush to make them cry, but Hank wasn’t hitting very hard. She knew though, that the repetition would build the sting and the pain. The other thing that was different was Hank’s intentional praise for Tom, calling him a good boy. Often with spanking, it was combined with an attitude of punishment. That bad boy or girl needed to be punished for some infraction, real or exaggerated, as an excuse for the discipline.

But that was not the case here. Hank was telling him he was a good boy while spanking him. If Tom was responding to the praise, it must be causing such a confliction of feelings within him as he felt the sting of the spanks. Not everyone had a praise kink, and it had never been something Maria had used much, and Tom was too new to all of this to even know himself if he did. But with Hank’s repeated use and his obvious pleasure, if it was having a mental impact, it would have to be a big one. She realized she might want to change her own style of domination just because of being a witness to this. Without even really being aware of it, she spread her legs wider as the heat between them kept increasing with each spank.

Hank’s spanks were timed fairly regularly, though where he hit was varied. What was initial just shocking to feel was really starting to sting. Tom was starting to have more and more trouble not making more noise. Every few spanks, Hank would tell him what a good boy he was and how well he was taking it, and Tom would feel his cock throb in in cage, even as the pain kept increasing. The humiliation of it was lessoning as the spanks came down again and again. Though that first spank had been shocking to feel, a part of Tom was surprised that it wasn’t harder. It stung, but not very much.

That changed as it went on though. The strength that Hank used didn’t seem to change, but the sting kept growing. And heat, Tom could feel the heat radiating through his pelvis. He started to whimper with the pain of it, but as he did, Maria spread her legs a little wider, and Tom could just barely make out the outline of her labia under her panties. His eyes were locked  on it even as her hand continued to stroke his hair.

The pain started to make him cry out and when he thought he couldn’t take it getting any worse he started to beg. “Please no more. Please…” but his cock was throbbing as hard as ever in the cage pressed against Hank’s thigh.

Hank paused for a moment, but rubbed Tom’s ass. “Your ass looks so good Tom, and normally this is when I would force the spanking to go further. It helps when you feel how helpless you are to make it stop and you completely give in to it, and surrender. I want to continue a little longer, it would make me so happy. I want you to fully surrender yourself to it. You are doing so well and you have been such a good boy for me. You don’t mind taking a little more, do you?” Hank asked while his hand freely rubbed.

Tom let out a moan at all of the conflicting emotions and sensations. It was weird, even as he started to beg Hank to stop, a big part of him hoped he didn’t. Tom couldn’t stop him and wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to. He felt so good everytime Hank praised him, and he had the best view of his life. Feeling intimately touched by both of them made his heart ache.

Hank was so nice. Normally he would have just kept going anyway, and he had a right to here without even asking, but he stopped and made sure first. The hand rubbing his ass felt good even though it hurt a little. Hank really wanted him to continue and wanted him to surrender to it and he found he really wanted to do it for Hank.

“I…I don’t mind Hank,” Tom suddenly found himself saying, and surprised even himself by adding, “please…please go as long as you like no matter what I say. I trust you.”

“Good boy…” Hank said fondly and Tom softly moaned. The spanking resumed and immediately Tom was crying out in pain with each hit, but he didn’t fight it. The pain became a part of him and his cock throbbed with each spank. He started to cry, at first just sniffles, and then real crying.

Maria whispered, “oh fuck…” as Tom started to cry. Her fingers went down and started to rub her clit through her panties once again and not caring that Tom was inches away and watching. Actually, not caring was not correct. She did care, because it made it even hotter. She wanted him to watch it, and see it, and enjoy it while he cried. She wanted to hear him sob.

Tom felt like he did want to sob, not so much from the pain, but from the freedom he was feeling. Even as his body was experiencing the pain of the spanking and caging, his mind was accepting of it. He welcomed the pain and the arousal. He wanted Hank to enjoy himself, and now it was obvious Maria was enjoying herself too. He felt so lucky that she was allowing him to witness her pleasuring herself. He sobbed now, but the sounds had plenty of arousal in them.

Tom gave in completely as Maria’s legs quivered with an orgasm, and he went completely limp, softly sobbing his joy.

Hank was extremely pleased. It had worked and Tom had embraced it. His soft crying sounded so sweet. He hadn’t expected Maria to rub herself during it, but it didn’t bother him in the least, and it would add extra arousal for Tom. Hank was honestly glad that Maria was so into this.

Hank finally slowed and then stopped, lightly caressing now. Tom’s ass was a lovely dark pink. It was enough to be felt for a little while, but not so much that Hank couldn’t repeat this tomorrow night if he wanted. He continued to praise Tom and tell him how well he did and he could feel just how relaxed Tom’s body was. He was ready for more. Not all that Hank wanted to give him yet, but it was time to implant a new idea…