Benched: Volumes 4-6 Boxed Set Page 5

“Good. Because it’s killing me Mackey’s spanked you in your jock and I haven’t.”

  “He’s never paddled me either.”

  “And he’s never going to.” His voice dropped then, into the soothing, no nonsense voice— the one that made Kyle’s cock go crazy and his mind follow. “But you are getting paddled, rook.”

  “Even if I promise to be good?”

  “Too late for that.”

  Juno walked across the room, picking up his desk chair and bringing it back to place in front of the closet. Kyle watched, uncertain, heart hammering in his chest.

  “Here’s what’s gonna happen, rook. I’m going to pull down your pants, and take you over my knee, and paddle your ass bright red until you understand who you belong to and what’s going to happen when you’re bad. And you’re going to watch me do it. Because I know you want to watch.”

  A chill skimmed across his chest, hardening his nipples, and he moaned softly, glancing at the mirrored closet door. He was certain whoever had installed them had never imagined them being used for anything like this. But, he had.

  Juno sat down, grabbing him by the hips, pulling him closer and holding him tightly. Not rough, but firm enough to say with just a touch that there was nowhere to go. He loved being held that way, strong hands preparing him for punishment, undressing him as he stood there awkward and embarrassed.

  As Juno tugged his pants down past his thighs, and the cool air breezed over his ass, the shame of having his bottom bared surged through his body, prickling over every inch of him.

  Juno reached around him, lifting his jersey and exposing his ass so he could see it in the mirror behind him.

  “Fuck, Kyle. Your ass is perfect.”

  The unexpected compliment derailed him somewhat, and he swayed on his feet, caught off balance.

  “You need to be paddled hard, don’t you rook?”Juno asked him, tugging him forward by the waistband of his jock.

  He nodded.

  “I’m gonna give you what you need. But if it hurts too much, I want you to tell me.”

  Kyle blinked out of his daze, frowning. “No.”

  “No?”

  “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to not stop. Even if I cry. I like that part.”

  “I’m pretty sure this is going to hurt more than you think,” Juno told him, rubbing his hands up and down the backs of his thighs as he continued to hold onto him.

  “Good.”

  “Yeah, see, that worries me a little.” Juno let go and leaned back in the chair to look up at him, putting the brakes on things yet again. Kyle felt the anticipation turn to mounting frustration. There was only so much teasing a person could take.

  “Why?” he whined, stretching the word out for as long as he dared.

  “I know you like the pain, rook, and I know you like to fight. But I need to know when enough is enough for you.”

  “It’s never enough.”

  “Still. You know what I’m getting at.”

  “I hope I don’t. Because it sounds like you’re taking all the fun out of this.”

  “Just pick a safeword, Kyle.”

  “No way.” He slouched into a full body pout. “There’s nothing less hot in the entire world.”

  Juno smacked him on the thigh, forcing him to stand up straight. “I don’t remember saying it was optional. If I hurt you without meaning to, that wouldn’t be very hot. So, just pick something. You never have to use it if you don’t need it. But if we have one, we can play rougher. I can spank you harder without wondering if it’s too hard.”

  Kyle paused, contemplating the trade off. “You mean you could be spanking me harder?”

  “Are you listening to me?”

  “Yeah, yeah, safeword.”

  “Only if you need it. I just want you to have it.”

  “Fine.” He smiled slyly. “How about Mackey?”

  Juno snorted “I guarantee, if you yell out Mackey, I’m going to stop whatever I’m doing. Will you say it?”

  “I seriously doubt it.”

  “If you need to, I mean.”

  “Yeah. Okay? Yes. Now, can we get on with it?”

  “Go ahead.” Juno patted his thigh. “Over my knee, brat.”

  Kyle blushed. “Can’t you…”

  “Nope. You’re the one in such a hurry, you can do it yourself.”

  It was the best part and the worst. He hadn’t found a way of making it less embarrassing, bending over and laying himself across Juno’s lap. He dreaded it, and it was also when he was the most worried that he’d come in his pants, humiliated nearly to the point of tears every time.

  Nothing could compare to the relief he felt when Juno took over, guided him into place, rubbing his back and then wrapping an arm around him as he pulled him forward, raising his ass in the air and his feet off the ground. Tightening his hold and letting him know that he was in trouble he wasn’t getting out of.

  That was when he wanted to run and fight the most— when he was safe in the knowledge that it was too late.

  He jumped when the paddle touched his ass. It wasn’t cold exactly, but there was no warmth to it like a hand, and it didn’t curve around him to squeeze or caress as Juno spoke. It lay across his ass as a stern reminder of what was coming, and nothing else. Juno rubbed soft circles across his cheeks, bringing the nearly faded sting back up to the surface.

  “You want to tell me why I’m going to paddle you?”

  Kyle twitched, legs kicking with pent up excitement and humiliation. “Because my ass is fucking incredible?”

  Juno chuckled. “Your world’s about to change, rook. I think you’re gonna be over my knee more than you’re on your feet.”

  Kyle sucked in a sharp breath, squirming. Being lectured with his ass in the air was maybe his favorite thing of all time. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean all that attention you’ve been begging for, you’re going to start getting. Right on your bare bottom. If you misbehave at practice, or during a game, or anywhere Mackey could possibly find out about it, what I’m about to give you is going to seem like a love tap. You’ll be going over my knee right then and there, if I have to use Mackey’s office to do it.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. I’ll drag you in there and spank you until you’re crying like a little boy. And people won’t wonder what happened, they’ll know. Because I’ll spank your little butt so red they’ll see it through your uniform.”

  “Oh my god.” He tried to catch up to his breathing, which had sprinted ahead without him. “You wouldn’t really do that.”

  “Are you sure, rook? Are you absolutely sure? Because I bet you didn’t think I was going to paddle you today. But here we are.”

  Kyle swallowed hard, his toes flexing, hips jerking as he slid himself around on Juno’s lap, hard thighs and hard cocks rubbing against each other.

  “Look at yourself,” Juno told him in a hushed voice, almost reverent. “Look how bad you are.”

  He’d avoided it up until now, although there was nothing more he wanted, maybe in the entire world, than to look. Finally he forced his eyes away from the floor, turning to face his reflection. He barely recognized himself, upended and embarrassed with his pants around his ankles. Lips swollen, eyes shiny, face flushed, hat askew, he looked absolutely pornographic.

  He watched himself with his mouth open as Juno caressed his cheeks with the paddle, watched his body squirm over his lap as it scratched across his skin.

  “Look at that dirty little rookie boy about to be paddled.” Juno slipped his hand under his jersey, working it up his back, revealing skin bit by bit in the mirror.

  Kyle sighed. “I love when you say that.”

  “I know.”

  When the paddle finally came down, hard, in the center of his cheeks, every muscle in his body suddenly stood at attention. It might have been a toy when he bought it, but it was no fucking joke now. It was hard, completely unyielding, and not like a hand at all. There was no sting, the way the
re was from a slap. There was just the pain, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to close his eyes and steel himself against it or stare at his reflection and watch himself enjoy it.

  Even the sound was different as it landed— a thud instead of a smack. It was like being punched in the gut, the way it knocked the air from him, and his grunt was completely involuntary.

  Juno slid the paddle lower, caressing him under his ass, nudging it against his balls.

  “Breathe.”

  Kyle exhaled in a rush, not sure when he’d started holding his breath.

  “If you tense up, it hurts more. You know that, right?”

  “Maybe I want it to hurt more.” His voice shook, like his body was still vibrating inside.

  “Maybe you shouldn’t taunt the man with the paddle.”

  “It’s kind of what I do.”

  The next crack was just as solid, a little lower, right on the undercurve of his ass. He moaned, shifting his body weight to tilt his ass up as much as he could, stars stinging his eyes. That had been the sweet spot, the place where his pain and pleasure roads intersected, and he needed it again.

  Juno was taking his time though, perfectly aware that he didn’t like the waiting, really didn’t like it, and didn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that he was squirming and whining on his lap in no time.

  “Come on. Please?”

  “Please what?”

  “Tell me I’m bad,” Kyle whispered, surprising himself. “Please.”

  Juno slid the paddle across his thighs, using the rounded edge to play with the straps of his jock, teasing him for so long Kyle was afraid he wasn’t going to say anything at all. “You were a very bad boy today, rook,” he finally told him, and Kyle’s stomach fluttered contentedly. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  “Nothing,” he whined. Jesus. It was like puberty had gone backwards, his voice was so high pitched and trembly. He cleared his throat, embarrassed in a whole new way.

  “Nothing? What happened to your big mouth? Not gonna try to talk your way out of trouble this time?”

  “No.” It took several tries to get the tiny word out in a voice that sounded anything like his own.

  “You know I don’t have any choice,” Juno told him, his voice soft and soothing, tapping the paddle lightly around the curves of his ass, just enough to make him jiggle. Kyle watched the mirror, fascinated. “You know this is what happens to bad boys. Every single time.”

  It was like watching a video, an extremely fucking hot video. He could see the muscles in Juno’s forearm bulge as he brought the paddle down, the fingers of his opposite hand stroking his ribcage as he held him in place. Could watch his own ass bounce, and his body jolt, seeing it happen a second before he felt it.

  But the hottest thing by far was watching Juno’s face. Half frowning, half overcome with lust, his eyes didn’t leave his ass as he brought the paddle down on his pink cheeks over and over. But it wasn’t just that.

  It was almost musical, the way he constantly adjusted his body, tugging him closer when he squirmed too much, rubbing a hand up his spine when he jumped at an especially hard snap of the wrist, shifting his thighs underneath him to make him more comfortable. All the while swatting every sensitive spot from the crest of his ass to the insides of his thighs, peppering away, exploiting them all, breaking him down with the sharp burn, piece by piece. Juno was completely focused on him, on delivering just enough punishment, just enough pain— on giving him exactly what he needed. Tension drained from him, sliding out through his toes and fingertips.

  It hurt more than just being spanked, he’d been right about that. More than he’d expected, but not so much he didn’t enjoy it. He wasn’t even sure yet if there was a level he wouldn’t enjoy. But more than just hurting, it gave him something he was looking for— a punishment that wasn’t quite as personal. A dull pain that spread down his legs, pain that was as real as a collision on the field, that would be there, aching, tomorrow.

  He knew he wasn’t really being punished for any of the things he’d done today. But he also knew he had plenty of things to feel bad about. Things he deserved to be punished for. And Juno was making him feel sorry. Making him never want to do them again, making him want to try so hard to be good. Tomorrow.

  Kyle lifted his right hand from the carpet, reached backward so Juno would grab it, so he could watch him pin his wrist to his back and hold him in place.

  He grabbed it, alright. But then he caught Kyle’s eyes in the reflection, knowing, always knowing when he was playing a game. He shook his head, a tiny movement that sent trembles through Kyle’s entire body. For a minute, Juno just rubbed the paddle’s rough surface over him as he held his gaze in the mirror.

  “You know you shouldn’t do that, rook. You just make it worse for yourself when you don’t behave.”

  With a shove and a tug, Juno tipped him forward. Kyle braced himself against the floor with his free arm, but there was no need. Juno stopped him easily before he hit the carpet, holding the top half of his body in place as he squirmed like a fish on the bottom half, kicking and scratching his cleats helplessly in the air as he moaned.

  “Like that?” Juno’s voice shook, his jaw twitched as Kyle watched him in the mirror. “Jesus, look at you.”

  It was impossible not to look, and humiliation and ego strobed on and off, battling in his mind— one minute, he was mortified at the sight of himself, the next minute he arched his back so he could better appreciate his own body, admire the color in his cheeks as Juno paddled him hard. Blushing circles on the meaty lower slopes of his ass, bright spots the mirrored his glowing face as he watched himself get spanked.

  It was sensation overload, his brainwaves bouncing between watching the paddle snap down, and feeling the sting. Listening to the dull smack, and hearing himself cry out. Tasting the salt on his tongue as tears streaked their way down to his mouth. He cried so easily, it seemed. Every time it was easier. Every time it was better.

  He spread his legs wider, and gasped when Juno slid the edge of the paddle between his cheeks, teasing it down his crack, then tapping it lightly against his hole.

  “You with me, rook?”

  Kyle nodded his head, panting.

  “You had some other things in that drawer.”

  “Yeah.” Heat surged through his cock, as surprise surged through the rest of him. “I know.”

  “You got plans for those?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Juno rubbed his back for a minute, then dropped the paddle to the floor. “Up,” he said, gently. “Up, kid, come on.”

  Kyle stumbled to his feet, let Juno half walk him, half carry him across the room. He flopped facedown on the bed, and Juno landed on top of him, his crushing weight and rough denim tearing across his ass like a violent kiss. Kyle groaned and ground his cock into the mattress, his balls so heavy they ached, his backside burning and raw. He should have been miserable, he should have been in so much pain. But he wasn’t anywhere close to miserable. He felt incredible.

  Juno’s fingertips kneaded the bones in the back of his scalp, ghosted down the sides of his neck, stroked the hollows behind his ears where he didn’t even know he was sensitive.

  “You’re so relaxed right now, rook. God, you’re just like a fucking puddle after you get spanked.”

  “Then this should be easy. Come on, I’m ready.” His voice was ragged, like he’d been running for miles.

  “Are you too ready?” Juno asked him, sliding a hand between his body and the mattress, finding his cock and stroking the tip with his fingers.

  “I do have some self control, you know.”

  “Oh, do you, now?”

  “Stop teasing and just fuck me.”

  “Are you sure?” Juno nibbled and licked the back of his neck. “You have to be sure, rook. You’re so important.”

  Kyle whimpered, the sound forcing its way out between closed lips. God, he loved being important.

  “I’m sure. Fuck. Do you want
me to beg?”

  “No.”

  “I have everything. I have—”

  “I know. I saw. You’re very responsible.” Juno shifted his weight, and suddenly everything shifted— his voice, his touch, the air in the room. “Hold on.”

  The mattress dipped and bounced, and Juno’s warm body was gone from his back. Kyle watched him cross the room and pull open the drawer where he kept all the things he’d only half wanted him to find. Stupid now to think he’d bought lube and the condoms without a second thought, and panicked so completely over the paddle.

  “Hey.” Juno held up the box and rattled it, one eyebrow lifting. “This is open.”

  “Yeah. There’s one in my wallet.”

  “Seriously? Since when?”

  “A while.”

  “I said, since when.”

  Kyle’s stomach rolled pleasantly as he watched Juno undress, revealing his muscular frame piece by bulky piece.

  “The night you invited me out. That first night.”

  “Yeah?” He walked back to the bed, naked and gorgeous, his hard cock swaying as he crossed the room. “And what exactly did you think was going to happen? That first night?” he teased.

  Juno tossed the condoms and the lube onto the nightstand and crawled onto the bed beside him, casually bending down to lick the small of his back, right above the waistband of his jock. The tiny touch of his lips was electrifying, and Kyle moaned softly, buzzing, practically manic with need.

  “Probably the same thing you did.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He wanted to sink into the pleasure of Juno’s mouth, but his curiosity pulled him back up to ground level. “Why? What did you think would happen?”

  He hissed as Juno dropped his mouth down to his cheeks, sucking and biting at his flaming skin as he answered.

  “I thought you’d show up like a cocky little prick, and maybe I’d take you out back and fuck you up against the wall with your pants around your ankles.”

  Kyle blinked, shocked, and more than a little turned on by the idea. “You did?”

  “Mmm. Maybe a little. But then you actually did show up, and you turned out to be… you. So fucking perfect, rook, like you were made for me. Like I built you out of a goddamn kit, you’re that exact. But I sure as hell didn’t expect… any of this.”