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scared,‖ Hank teased back. He tried to twist out of Russell‘s grip, but
    the man was incredibly strong and Hank couldn‘t quite manage to angle himself into a
    better position.
    He was shocked when Russell smacked his ass with surprising force, the sting
    against wet flesh awakening all Hank‘s nerve endings. It was not a playful swat by any
    stretch.
    ―Hey!‖ He struggled to get up but couldn‘t manage to wriggle out of Russell‘s
    strong grip before a second smack landed with equal force. Though Hank knew he
    should be outraged, he became aware of his cock, pulsing and growing, trapped against
    Russell‘s thighs.
    Though he probably could have twisted free, for some reason Hank stayed put,
    caught in Russell‘s firm grip, his bare ass raised, his heart beating fast. Russell began a
    steady, methodical spanking that covered every inch of Hank‘s ass.
    No longer even pretending to try to get away, Hank gave in to the strange, heady
    sensations blooming inside him. His cock was trapped between Russell‘s thighs,
    growing harder and harder. Juxtaposed with the pleasure of his erection, the bare-
    handed spanking rained fire over Hank‘s ass and the backs of his thighs. The
    dichotomy of pleasure and pain created a delicious confusion.
    Finally Russell flipped him over so his hot, stinging ass now rested in Russell‘s lap.
    ―I think you needed that, Hank,‖ he said softly. When Hank looked into his face, he saw
    the fire in his eyes and felt a matching heat he couldn‘t deny.
    Russell took Hank‘s stiff erection in one large hand and stroked him. ―Fuck, yeah,‖
    Hank moaned, leaning back against Russell. His touch was rough, almost too rough,
    but it was exactly what Hank wanted right then.
    He was seconds away from coming when Russell said, ―Ask me for it.‖
    Hank took a moment to process what Russell was saying. Ask him for what?
    Russell dropped his hand, taking away the exquisite pleasure of his touch. Hank
    opened his eyes. ―Don‘t stop,‖ he found himself begging.
    Russell recaptured Hank‘s cock in his fist, but said again, ―You have to ask for
    permission. Before you come.‖
    Hank tried to laugh, but it came out as a groan instead, wrenched from his lips by
    Russell‘s perfect grip. Okay, so he‘d ask, if that‘s the game Russell wanted to play. He
    nodded and then shuddered as Russell cradled his balls with his other hand and gently
    squeezed.
    ―Fuck,‖ Hank breathed. ―I‘m going to—‖
    ―Ask first.‖
    ―Oh…can I come…please…‖
    ―Yes.‖
    Hank‘s orgasm ripped through him and he would have fallen from Russell‘s lap if
    Russell hadn‘t kept his arms around him while he milked him dry. As he recovered,
    Hank closed his eyes, an unfamiliar feeling of deep contentment stealing over him.
    The sound of a car pulling into the driveway in front, its door slamming, roused
    Hank from his sexual lethargy. Russell‘s arms fell away and he gave Hank a little push.
    ―Better put something on. Delivery boy‘s here.‖
    Hank jumped up and wrapped a towel around his waist. He glanced at Russell,
    who was watching him with a small, sardonic smile on his face. Russell‘s face, while not
    classically handsome, had power and character, and more importantly, Hank realized,
    there was kindness there. A strange sort of yearning tugged at the edges of his
    consciousness and some long-sleeping thing inside him opened one eye.

Chapter 6

    Hank pulled open the door, feeling a little ridiculous in only a jockstrap, which was
    how Russell had said he wanted to find him when he came by. But Russell‘s burning
    gaze and sensual smile as he looked him over made it worth it.
    Russell was wearing a denim work shirt and jeans, scuffed steel-toed work boots on
    his feet. His nose and cheeks were sunburned, making the blue of his eyes all the
    brighter, but he looked dusty and tired.
    ―Turn around. Slowly,‖ Russell ordered, embarrassing Hank still further, though he
    couldn‘t deny