His Old Kentucky Home by Brynn Paulin

lips around the shaft, pressing his tongue to the ridges on each drive. His eyes half-lidded, he watched Cord’s undulating motion as his groin pressed in then pulled back, the short pelvic hair tickling Sully’s nose.
    “You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect,” Cord gasped as he pushed forward one last time and held until tears pricked Sully’s eyes from being unable to breathe. Sully curled his fingers into the blanket hanging over the edge of the bed, restraining the instinct to push Cord off. Cord would pull back in a moment.
    When Cord withdrew, he slid his entire body along Sully’s until he straddled the submissive man and their mouths were even. “Give me that fucking perfect mouth,” he said.
    “Yes, Sir,” Sully replied. Still gasping from a moment earlier, he groaned as Cord kissed him. Their tongues dueled as Cord seemed to be trying to absorb him through the damp connection.
    When Sully’s breathing had almost reached normal, Cord drew back. “Lean over the bed, and let me see your ass.” He didn’t move from his position straddling Sully, and Sully was forced to wiggle his body along the side of the bed so he could rise as he’d been commanded. His groin pushed outward as he worked himself upright and Cord caught the cock between his lips, sucking hard while Sully tried to comply to the task he’d been given. When Sully was fully standing, Cord released his cock. He sat back on his heels and whirled his finger around, indicating that Sully should get on with turning.
    Nodding, Sully turned and bent over the side of the bed, his cock throbbing just above his bunched jeans. His reddened ass thrust into the air, the cool air licking it. His cheek rested against the sheets, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Cord whip off his shirt. The man’s work-hardened pecs and six-pack made Sully’s mouth water. To think…he got to see this sight every day for the rest of his life. He might just be the luckiest man alive.
    A couple lube packets landed on the bed beside him.
    “Where…” The word popped out of his mouth before he could think. Cord growled and smacked Sully’s ass, sending a new wave of heat through him. With his torso lying across the bed and his head turned to the side, Sully watched Cord move slightly perpendicular to him, and anticipation bubbled through him. Time for round two!
    He’d cooled slightly since the first spanking, and the initial swat had stung his freshly punished butt. He cried out as several quick blows rained down on him and pushed him back toward the muzzy, floaty place where every touch heightened his pleasure. Cord’s angle to his body had changed now, and these strikes fell differently, covering the same areas and more. It would be days before he could sit easily without the constant reminder of Cord’s punishment of his ass.
    “Thank you, Sir,” he wailed as he sank into the renewed pleasure/pain. Cord shifted from his view and he realized his lover had moved to the other side of him. The new spanks were harder, vibrating through him to his chest now that Cord used his dominant hand. He moaned as he was propelled farther and farther up the mountain to paradise, his awareness of anything but bliss fading from his consciousness.
    “Sully,” a firm voice called, breaking through the thick clouds surrounding him.
    “Mmm…”
    “Sully! Come back!”
    Cord. That’s Cord…my master. Though he wanted to travel farther into the heaven he’d found, he knew he must obey. And I love him. And he loves me. “Yes, Sir,” he mumbled. “I love you, Sir.”
    He felt Cord’s mouth on his back just above his pleasantly throbbing ass. “I love you, too. Are you with me?”
    “Mmm yeah…”
    “Okay. Can you take more?”
    “Yes…please…”
    Cord’s hands, so much cooler than Sully’s flesh, parted him then he felt the even cooler lube on his hole. Cord massaged the opening, circling and pressing. Sully groaned as Cord’s fingers pressed into