<u>Me:</u><br/><br/>The command literally made him shudder. It was visible, and he shifted forward. With Ryan's help he managed to turn around, then laid down face first on the couch. He was glad he cleaned himself out from the sex he'd had with Kane. Sure he still smelled like him, but it wasn't as bad. He had Ryan help prop his head and neck up so they didn't kink. When Ryan's hands roamed down his back he cried out. His hips jerked and he almost came. Not quite, though. He was just leaking all over the couch. The burns were the worse horizontally across his back. "I was in a house. The place burned down around me. I was trying to get some people out and a burning beam fell down on us." His breath caught and he let out a stuttering groan. "We all got out safely."<br/><br/>Feeling his tongue along his scars made him groan and frot his cock against the couch. He whimpered. "Ryan," he breathed. He pushed his ass against Ryan's hands. "Yes..." he gasped. "I like being spanked. Please. It will feel so good." He was gone now, reduced to a blubbering mess. He was completely subdued. Sampson's eyes fluttered closed. Then Ryan straddled the backs of his thighs and he moaned even louder.<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>The concept of wanting the pain had Ryan baffled but certainly didn't feel like he was lying... no if the man wanted it he would certainly give it to him in his own way and pace. It was a touch awkward fro him position but his hand swatted at Sam's ass as he had been reduced to babbling in need. He started out light hitting here and there watching the skin flush with a bit of a wonder and feeling the sting in his own hand. It was hard to believe that he was actually doing that but Sam had no escape from it and when the skin looked evenly flush he shifted his weight to have more leverage to give a harder smack than previous just to see... Ryan appeared to be learning all sorts of new things about himself as he moved his hand over the skin and massaging it letting the burning sink in.<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn't totally sadist was it? He was very interested in what Sam wanted and what he wanted to endure for him. He leaned down kissing along the scars giving them swiping licks as he let Sam squirm into the couch and letting himself take the man apart piece by piece.<br/><br/><u>Me:</u><br/><br/>Sam hadn't quite expected Ryan to spank him. He cried out and jerked. But he hadn't been told to count, either. So instead every slap caused him to gasp, or jerk, or cry out. Tears pricked his eyes. The sensations were exquisite, and he fell into subspace. He'd already been reduced to a blabbering mess, and now he was just subdued. When he hit him particularly hard he cried out again. He rubbed his aching hard cock against the couch again. He didn't want Ryan to stop. His skin colored nicely.<br/><br/>Another moan escaped his mouth and he dropped his head down so he could arch his spine against his mouth. "God help me. I want you inside me Ryan," he said, his voice breathy and his eyes glazed over. He arched his hips as best as he could, exposing himself fully to the other. "You're so good. I want you so bad. I need it. Please..."<br/><br/><u>You:</u><br/><br/>Right now Ryan knew he wouldn't be able to fuck the other not really he didn't think either of them were ready for it. He pressed more kisses all the way down his back and proceeded to slide his hand under and wrap it fully around Sam's cock. It wasn't hard to do as he would for his cock and just stroke it and tease the already slick head. No he wasn't going to fuck Sam but he could do the next best thing, "No... I don't think you have earned that quiet yet. But please I want you to cum for me." he whispered still kissing and licking a the sensitive skin.<br/><br/>He loved the way that Sam lost himself and begged for him it made his wanting for him all the harder. He didn't care if he even got off at this point he just wanted to feel Sam fall apart in his hands. His other breathing was labored as he worked Sam's cock keeping his weight pressed down on his and immobile wanting to be as close as he could with the layer of clothes between them. It was strange that he felt so comfortable doing this and yet the thought of being touched was too much... but right now all his focus was on giving Sam more pleasure.