If It Flies by Aleksandr Voinov & L. A. Witt

Author:Aleksandr Voinov & L. A. Witt [Voinov, Aleksandr & Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 44 Raccoons
Published: 2018-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Friday evenings became very nearly sacred. Spencer counted himself lucky that Nick had the end of the week available, but Nick told him that most others preferred the weekend or even the middle of the week, so Friday had been for clubbing or going out. He never learned how many other subs Nick was training, though he assumed not too many – it was intense work; he couldn’t imagine Nick dealing with more than a handful.

And the subscription model worked for him. Now that the agreement was fixed, Nick gave him a discount, though Spencer made more money than he had time to spend it. It was more than worth it – the endorphin rush alone, but also what he learned about himself. How much pain he could take, that he could take pain at all, that he could face fear, that he could deal with sensory deprivation, locked away for hours with sweet torture.

It was odd that he felt his strongest while Nick hurt him. Not hurt hurt, but that moment when the pain came in and receded, like a rolling wave that bared treasure on the way back – that moment felt always like he’d tapped into an inner strength he’d never before touched or been aware of.

Odd that, especially since he felt so weak and fragile immediately after the sessions. The next day, he was relaxed, confident, and the day after that he started looking forward to the next appointment. He worked harder during the week so he could slip out of the office on time and spend an hour or so getting ready, getting into the headspace.

Sometimes, he would order restaurant food and they’d have a meal in his kitchen. Sometimes Nick would even indulge in half a glass – never more – of red wine. They’d eat, drink a little, and discuss what they’d do next. Spencer loved the way Nick would lick red wine off his lips in between telling him what wicked plans he had for the evening. Like most things Nick did, that never failed to turn him on beyond reason.

Spencer learned to anticipate and enjoy the whole range of sensation, from Nick gently slapping his face, to the screaming agony of a cane and its deep purple bruise across the arse. With pain that intense, he was just glad that his house was semi-detached and the bedroom was on the far end in an extension with no walls connecting to another house. He screamed, and even gagged he screamed loud enough to possibly disturb people.

But it was blessed relief when it was over, and Nick soothed him and calmed him and gentled him for hours while Spencer flew without a care in the world.

The body was a funny thing.

For three solid months, it was perfect. Well worth what Spencer paid, whether it was taken out of his wallet or his flesh.

And then it all went to shit.

Spencer’s jaw still ached from the ball gag – man, did that thing take

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