Lucio watched closely as Ansel shifted his gaze from the toys to him, and then back again. The anticipation made the young Englishman a bit twitchy within his binds, and he began gnawing on his lower lip as he awaited his lover’s next move. His body tensed ever so slightly as he watched the man’s fingers close around the beautifully crafted flogger that Lucio had picked up just a few days prior. The leather strips had been thoroughly broken in prior to purchase, and so they felt soft and flexible to the touch as opposed to stiff. He was told that it was best for individuals new to the BDSM scene, which he had fairly limited knowledge of due to his general fear and disinterest of the idea of total submission. He’d taken the advice of the salesman and purchase that particular flogger along with the rest of introductory torture devices, and it had let them to this very moment.<br/><br/>Ansel’s hand caressed his rear end delicately and Lucio shivered ever so slightly underneath his sensual touch. The reality of his affectionate touch paired with the promise of the pain to come was a rather intoxicating mix. Lucio felt himself growing more and more aroused as the anticipation mounted and he could hear Ansel’s labored breathing behind him. He listened to Ansel’s deep, melodic voice as he counted down slowly to the moment of impact, and Lucio didn’t notice he’d been holding his breath until the sharp crack of the leather strips against his rear end took it away in a sudden rush of exhalation.<br/><br/>Lucio cried out in the process, though his voice was greatly muffled by the ball within his mouth, and he pressed his face down into the pillow beneath his head. He took a deep breath to ground himself once again. It didn’t hurt badly, in truth, it was more of a dull sting than anything after the initial shock of impact. Perhaps it was more the mental barrier of knowing that Ansel was able and willing to hurt him that stung more than anything; it reminded Lucio of the time they’d shared an angry, dry, painful coupling back in his families beach house. The memory made him shudder, but despite the confusion that tied his insides into knots, he pressed on.<br/><br/>He couldn’t speak, the gag within his mouth weighing heavily on his tongue and keeping his lips pried apart. He could, however, moan appreciatively from around the mouthpiece. He felt a pit forming within his belly, but he managed to maintain his composure as he opened his eyes once again to look over at Ansel as he towered above him. He looked at ease standing there, with complete control over the man he loved. It was enough to make Lucio’s heart skip a beat, and not in a particularly pleasant way. When in the correct headspace, however, Lucio was a brilliant actor and so at that moment he utilized those skills he’d honed over years of practice. He moaned again around his gag, drool dribbling from the corners of his mouth and down his cheeks as he wiggled about on the bed, awaiting Ansel to offer him another firm strike. The only place in the young man that his discomfort could be seen was in his eyes, but he hoped that Ansel would be too caught up in the moment to notice the slight tension of his brow or the bit of fear in his gaze. His body nor his brain could decide whether it wished to be afraid or aroused, so he simply did his best to portray the latter.