Carrick lifted the paddle and struck again and again, his other hand working over the slave's cock, caressing his balls, stroking and fondling.
The begging and the writhing set Carrick's arousal burning hotter than ever. He ground his hips against Samandriel's hip, leaving the slave in no doubt how hard he was. He could almost taste the boy's desperation. It was there in the scent of blood and sweat and salt tears in the air; in the pre-cum that leaked from the slave's bound cock.
"Are you mine, little slave? Mine tonight in body and heart and soul?"
He pushed the vibrating plug into Samandriel's body even further, grinding it against the boy's prostate before withdrawing it completely and setting it aside.
Carrick moved quickly to one side and unfastened the cuffs on the slave's ankles, then straightened to do the same to his wri sts. With an arm around the slave's waist. h manouevered Samandriel acrossthe room and face down over an A-framed spanking bench, leaving his legs spread and his head pointed downwards. He almost tore his own clothes in his haste to ride himself of them. In only a couple of seconds, Carrick had thrust forwards and buried himself to the hilt in the trembling body beneath him.