GASP! Two updates in one day? Well, consider it an apology for lack of updates! Besides, I just couldn't leave the spanking alone! It's too freaking hot!

10. A Sick Kind Of Pleasure

Lawrence only just managed to bite back a groan of surprise and pain as the hard wood hit the sensitive skin between his legs. Adam seemed disappointed by his lover's lack of sound, and proceeded to hit him again, much harder this time. Again, the surgeon managed to suppress any noises, even though at the same time, he could feel his penis, pressed painfully against the bed, throbbing horribly in anticipation.

God... He really was sick to be so turned on by this. And Adam was sick to be doing it to him, no matter how much pain the older man had caused him. The idea of being bound and gagged, and pummeled by a man who was barely an adult should have disgusted him. But it didn't. It made him struggle not to moan in pleasure, or pull at his bonds in a fruitless attempt to stifle some of his blinding arousal.

The third hit was harder than the other two. It smacked against Lawrence's ass, hard enough to break through several layers of skin, and this time, the victim was unable to stop himself from whimpering, even though he hated himself for it. Adam seemed to be somewhat satisfied with this, however, as the next few blows he raised to his lover were no where near as hard as the others.

Lawrence bit desperately into the gag, trying to prevent any more pathetic sounds, but they kept coming, just like Adam's spanks, and even though it shouldn't have been arousing in the least bit, the older man soon found himself rubbing himself against the bed, almost humping it, in an attempt to ease his throbbing erection.

But once again, Adam bent down, and Lawrence bit even harder into his muzzle when the familiar teeth were buried in his earlobe once again, like Lawrence, just by this, had broken Adam's rules, the rules that were now even more serious than the rules in the bathroom.

The only difference was that Lawrence got bitten instead of electrocuted when he broke them.

"Remember the rules," Adam purred into his ear. "And please don't make this harder for yourself than it already is."

Then he straightened up, and Lawrence could hear the swooching sound from the brush as it whistled through the air before it struck him again, and Lawrence whimpered, not so much because it hurt as because it was humiliating, it was so fucking humiliating, and he felt Adam's sadistic smirk like a tingling in the back of his head, and that was humiliating, too, because Adam loved this, and Lawrence did, too. And that was worst of all.

And what was even worse was the fact that the next second, Lawrence spoke, still muffled by the gag, and it was words that he barely realized that he said, maybe because they came from the darkest, hottest, deepest bit of lust that he didn't even know he had inside himself and that could get past any muzzle in the world.

"Please..."

Adam's grin got wider, he felt it, when the hairbrush struck his ass again.

"Adam... Please..."

"I thought I told you to shut up," Adam said inscrutably and hit him again. "Didn't I tie you up hard enough?"

Lawrence ignored him.

"I'm begging you, Adam..."

"You're pathetic," Adam said, almost merrily, and raised the brush again. "Tell me you're pathetic."

The hairbrush went down again, and tiny tears formed in Lawrence's eyes. He had to bite down even harder into the gag to stretch it enough to be able to say the thing that he hadn't even known he'd had the guts to say, anyway.

"You want to, Adam. I still know you do. And I want to, too... So please..."

Lawrence expected another hard spank with the brush after saying this, but to his surprise, it didn't come. Slowly, not just because he didn't want to provoke Adam but also because his arousal was making him move at a snail's pace, the surgeon turned his head slightly in an attempt to get a glimpse of the younger man.

Adam's face was pale, more pale than usual, and his eyes were black and empty. He discarded his makeshift gabble, throwing it softly onto the floor, and gripped the older man with both hands, as though he'd fall apart if he didn't.

It was a brief, vulnerable moment. Another one to add to the list. But like all of the kid's moments, it didn't last very long. The next moment, Lawrence felt his head shoved down into the pillow again, and Adam crawling completely on top of him.

His ass still burned with the rough treatment it had been given, and there were even brief stabs of pain from inside it that Lawrence acquainted with the inordinate number of penetrations that the younger man had given him. But he didn't care about that, either. All he cared about was Adam, sitting above him, just as the older man had been ready to crack.

Subconsciously, Lawrence took a deep breath. This had almost become a routine for him by now, but this time, the tiny part of him that was still thinking let him down. Because Adam didn't penetrate him right away.

Instead, his tiny hand gripped Lawrence's hair once more, pulled his head up, and Adam's mouth was furiously pressed against his, his teeth drew blood from old cuts on Lawrence's lips, and he tasted that warm, metallic thing that, just like all the other times, almost made him sick with want, like he'd melt away under Adam's hands.

And that feeling didn't even go away when Adam broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Lawrence's in a brief moment of redemption.

"You're damn lucky," he muttered with his eyes closed. "I'm nice today. I know it doesn't seem like it, but you know I could do worse things to you. Right?"

Lawrence nodded gruffly, and took this moment, this frozen moment when Adam couldn't see, to drink in the sight of his clenched jaw, his ruffled hair, the shadows his eyelashes made over his cheeks.

Because he knew it would soon be gone.

And he knew Adam was right.

And the next second, it got even clearer. Because then, Adam pulled back again, Lawrence felt his hands on his hips and his little body on top of his own, his breath on his neck, and then, that blinding pain and lust when Adam forced himself into him.

It still felt like someone had jammed a sword up in him. Lawrence caught himself wishing it didn't feel like this to girls, because if it did, he'd never be able to live with himself knowing the pain he'd caused Allison.

Like that could entitle everything you've done in your life, that venomous little voice in his head said.

It was right. As usual.

Adam pulled out of him. And then in again. Lawrence's body convulsed into the mattress.

It hurt. It hurt a terrible, terrible lot.

But maybe it was the fact that he deserved it that made it feel so fucking good.

Lawrence had managed to push the gag down significantly with his tongue so that it hung awkwardly from his chin, but even so he didn't dare to make any sounds, other than the occasional grunt or whimper, even though every muscle in his body was yelling at him to moan and sob.

Adam certainly wasn't making efforts to stifle his cries of pleasure and satisfaction as he mercilessly plowed into his lover, again and again, using both his arms and his legs to buck himself against him. Lawrence's penis still screamed for release, and with his hands bound behind him, the surgeon was completely at the younger man's mercy. Even with the blinding pain of that impossibly large cock penetrating his minute opening, Lawrence still couldn't help thinking about that.

His mind went blank from the feeling of Adam filling him, his penis rubbing roughly against his prostate every now and then, which was enough to keep the tears rolling down Lawrence's face and make his body convulse horribly.

God, it hurt. It hurt like Hell. But he still enjoyed it. He enjoyed it because it hurt. And that was the worst part.

Eventually - it could have been one minute later, or one hundred, neither knew which - Adam gave a long, gravelly sigh of contentment and released all over his companion's backside. Lawrence slowly came to himself as he realized that the process was over. He could feel a mild stinging sensation between his legs from where his lover had been working - not overly painful, even though the older man knew that it eventually would be.

It took Lawrence some time to realize that his penis was still erected, still stinging with anticipation. He moaned slowly and instinctively tried to move one of his hands down to clutch at his most sensitive body part, but then realized that he was still tied up. Just as he'd realized this, he felt Adam's rough hands on his body, forcing him around, onto his back. The surgeon gasped in pain as feeling was once again brought back into his ass, reminding him of all the layers of skin that he'd probably lost during that "punishment session," not to mention the fact that his asshole had probably expanded to at least three times its normal size since the kid's last insertion.

Lawrence almost fearfully opened his eyes, and stared up at Adam with an expression that could have been anger, but at the moment looked like nothing but submission and pleading. Adam smirked and gently undid the cloth from around the older man's chin, tossing it aside and then moving his hand up to stroke the sweaty hair out of his lover's face.

Lawrence had hoped that the photographer would have untied his hands after this, but no such luck. Adam clearly liked having him in such a helpless position. Lawrence forced back a moan of pleasure as one of Adam's knees brushed gently against his rapidly-hardening cock, his expression a mixture of triumph and scorn as he did so.

"Well, well..." Adam murmured in a tut-tut-like manner, continuing to stoke Lawrence's forehead while still rubbing his leg less-than-satisfyingly against his erection. "Kind of a bad position to be in, huh? Especially since I'm so angry right now that I'm not even sure if I should relieve you."

Lawrence felt that familiar fear, like a block of ice had been dropped in his stomach, but he did his best not to show it. Their lovemaking had become a struggle to him and a game to Adam, like rabbit chasing. Like a way to see how far he could push Adam before he snapped.

Like the game in the bathroom.

Lawrence squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, then slowly opened his mouth and said:

"You... have to."

Adam smirked and pressed his knee against his erection again, and Lawrence didn't even try to keep himself from moaning when he felt that milling, warm ache between his legs get even worse.

"I have to?" Adam murmured, and ran his tongue lightly over his senior's earlobe. "What will you do if I don't?"

Lawrence bit his bottom lip. As if Adam hadn't done that enough times already.

"I will... scream."

"You will?" Adam said in fake surprise, planting little kisses over the older man's neck, his jaw line, his cheek. "What else will you do?"

"I will cry," Lawrence said, squirming around helplessly. If it was to get away from Adam's taunting little lips or to get closer to them, he didn't know, and it really didn't matter, since it usually was a little both now days. "And I will... beg."

"Really?" Adam said, and now, his tiny hands moved up and down over his body, under his shirt and greedily felt the naked skin there. "And what are you doing right now?"

Lawrence body was confused; it didn't know if it should arch into the teasing fingers on his nipples or the knee pressed against his crotch. Everything was such a blur of hot and black and shame and lust, he was barely aware of the one, choked out word that escaped his lips.

"Begging."

He felt Adam grin against his neck. And then he felt that little hand moving downwards until it finally, finally gripped his cock.

"That's what I thought," Adam said, his grin lingering in sadistic triumph.

Cliffhanger again, huh? Well, I can assure you all of one thing: What comes next will be HOT. Not that spanking isn't hot, too, but you get the idea. And damn, I LOVE dominant Adam! He deserves to be dominant sometimes, doesn't he? Well, R&R, and I'll be a very happy pervert! ^_^