Olivier groaned, his cock jerking with interest. “You’re just teasing!”
“That’s cuz you haven’t had your punishment yet.”
Ollie gulped. He’d never had Eric punish him before.
Eric patted Ollie’s thigh. “Face the mirror. Bend over and spread your legs.”
Olivier’s body tingled all over. He turned and leaned forward, parting his legs slightly.
Eric pushed his large hand between Ollie’s thighs. “More. I can’t reach your balls from here.”
Olivier flushed, spreading his legs until they were no longer squeezing around Eric’s hand. This left him exposed, with just a scrap of cloth between Eric and himself.
“Very nice,” Eric growled, cupping Ollie’s sac. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric. Eric squeezed Ollie’s balls, sending a jolt up his spine.
It felt like delicious torment, instead of the punishment Eric was so intent on dealing out.
“Eric,” Ollie groaned, pushing into his hand.
His alpha stood, towering over him. Ollie couldn’t help the wetness that trickled from his hole. He loved being at Eric’s mercy. Loved giving all of himself to his alpha. “Eric, please.”
Pain cracked into his asscheek, the sound rebounding off the bathroom walls.
Olivier cried out, shocked into silence.
“I told you this was punishment,” Eric murmured, squeezing Ollie’s stinging bottom. “No more lying.”
Olivier whined, his cock aching harder.
Zan had beaten him, and Ollie had hated it. But this, bent over in front of his alpha, his intimate parts exposed? Ollie had never felt safer in the world.
“No more lying,” Olivier mumbled.
“I don’t believe you, Ollie.” Eric peeled the lace off Ollie’s ass, pulling it down by a few inches. Then he left it there, and slapped Ollie’s ass again.
Ollie yelped, pain and pleasure twisting down his nerves.
“Louder,” Eric said.
“No more lying,” Ollie answered.
But Eric spanked him again, this time on his other cheek. Without the lace, his blows were sharper, more intense. And they made Ollie’s cock harder, his hole wetter yet. All his nerves had come alive, and his hole... he needed Eric inside, now more than ever.
Olivier hid his face, embarrassed by how much this was turning him on. It was punishment. And yet... precome leaked from his tip, clear and glistening. When Eric raised his hand again, Ollie pushed his ass up, waiting for the next strike. I’m insane.
Eric reached between Ollie’s legs, feeling up Ollie’s cock. “Seems like you aren’t learning a single thing, Ollie.”
He squeezed Olivier, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through his body. Ollie panted, rutting into Eric’s palm, trying to seek his climax. Except Eric released him, leaving Ollie’s cock desperate for touch.
The next slap came on his other cheek, sharp and heavy. Ollie bit down his cries, his cock so full it hurt. “More.”
Eric growled, reaching down to adjust his own cock in his pants. “You’re seriously enjoying this.”
Olivier couldn’t meet his eyes. But Eric stepped up, pressing his covered cock against Ollie’s ass just to let him feel its size. Olivier panted, his hole squeezing. Eric wanted him. If he shouldered the spanking, his prize was right there, his for the taking.
“Fuck me,” Olivier begged, pushing his ass at his brother.
Eric ground his cock between Ollie’s cheeks. The fabric snagged against Olivier’s hole, rough and dry. Ollie’s slick soaked into the material; Eric pulled away. He cracked his palm on Ollie’s ass, so Olivier jerked.
Eric swallowed hard. “Not good enough, Ollie. There’s a lesson here. You aren’t convincing me.”
“I won’t lie,” Ollie hissed. Just so he could feel Eric’s hands on him again.
Eric stepped back, pushing his covered cock against Ollie’s ass. Then he slapped Ollie on the thigh, and Ollie jolted against him, his hole clenching.
“Fuck, Ollie,” Eric rasped, his breath rushing out of him. “This was supposed to be—to be punishment.”
He grasped Ollie’s cheeks with both his hands, spreading them open. Olivier bowed his head, his face burning. He knew what Eric saw—Ollie’s tight hole, pink and puckered, glistening with slick.
Eric groaned, musk rolling off him in waves. He pushed his fingertip between Ollie’s cheeks, dragging it up over Ollie’s hole. Then he let his touch linger there, just nudging Ollie’s entrance, slipping in the slightest bit. Olivier rolled his hips, pushing up at his alpha.
“Fuck,” Eric growled, sinking his finger inside. It ground against Olivier’s prostate, and Olivier shuddered, pleasure humming through his body.
Eric was inside him, but it wasn’t enough.
“Stop teasing,” Ollie moaned, reaching behind to spread himself. “Claim me, Eric. Please.”
Through the mirror, Ollie watched as Eric’s pupils blew open. Eric’s chest heaved; his throat worked. He squeezed his own cock, looking as though he’d be inside Ollie in a second, if he weren’t still wearing clothes.
“I need you to promise,” Eric said hoarsely. “Don’t lie to me again.”
Olivier wavered. He couldn’t promise Eric that. All he’d done was for Eric’s good. But he wanted Eric’s cock plowing inside him, he wanted Eric fucking him senseless, until all he knew was his alpha.
“Yeah,” Olivier said, reaching behind to squeeze Eric’s cock. “Now please fuck me.”
Eric groaned, catching Olivier’s hand. Then he rocked his entire length against Ollie’s palm, and Ollie almost creamed himself, with how heavy Eric’s cock was, how big it was for him.
Eric yanked his pants open, shoving it down so his cock sprang up, thick and eager. Olivier turned, slick trickling down his thighs. Except Eric pressed him back against the counter, yanking Ollie’s hips up.
“On tiptoe,” Eric rumbled, sliding two fingers between Ollie’s cheeks, swirling them around his hole.
Ollie stood on tiptoes, his legs trembling, relaxing for his alpha. But Eric only massaged his hole. Then he pushed his slick fingers down further between Ollie’s legs, nudging his sensitive balls. Ollie’s sac drew up tight, his cock straining against the scrap of lace. “E-Eric!”
Eric closed his fist around Ollie’s cock, stroking him lightly from base to tip. Olivier fucked into his hand, panting.
Except Eric angled Ollie’s cock down, trapping it behind the elastic of his panties so he had no leverage on it at all.
“Gods, you’re hot,” Eric growled, dragging his rough fingertips down Ollie’s cock. It jerked,
