Once they were back in their room, Taren took advantage of Ian’s condition to prepare him for the night. Ian was backed up to the dresser and stood waiting while Taren laid out his ‘nightwear’. His c**k was still soft enough for the sounding bar to be inserted, but the discomfort made him gasp and squirm.
“You know the rules,” Taren warned just before turning Ian around, pushing him into the dresser, forcing him to hold the edge of the dresser. Several swipes with a flogger were delivered then Taren changed his delivery, so it fanned out across Ian’s ass and backs of his thighs.
Ian grunted and chided, “Not helping, sir.” That earned him a few pinches to his supersensitive skin.
“That’s two,” Taren teased. Ian looked over his shoulder, making sure his hair flopped across his eyes, and s
