“Are you going to be a good boy?” Daren asked.
“You can fucking go to hell!” Chris said in his now young voice. It was language far too vulgar to come from such youthful lips. Daren looked cross. He lay Chris over his lap and gave a hard, loud swat. The boy yelped and bucked, but far too weak to break free. It was just reflex. Daren held Chris in place for several more seconds to make sure the additional effects he'd set in the Chronivac were working as they should. The kid was still struggling and whimpering. Daren let him go for a minute.
Chris jumped on the spot, holding his hands over his butt as if the swat had happened a millisecond ago instead of half a minute past.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! What's going on!” he wined, unable to keep himself still. There were little tears at the corners at his eyes which he was trying furiously to hold back.
“Just a little something to remind you that you've been a bad boy. The spank will stay fresh on you and won't fade with time. You'll feel like you've just been spanked even if hours pass. You'll stay freshly spanked for as long as you're a bad boy. Only I can make it stop.” Daren leaned back in his seat with a caring smile. A smile that said, it's alright. I'll make it all better.
“So, have you learned your lesson? Will you be a good and obedient boy?” Chris bared his teeth; both at Daren and at the pain.
“Never!” Daren felt his heart skip at the adorable protest of the naked boy uselessly rubbing his stinging butt and glaring at him with such a blush and watery eyes. Chris had no idea that this stubbornness was exactly what Daren wanted. At least for now.
“It seems you're enjoying this though,” Daren said, indicating Chris's clearly visible stiffy. The boy's blush grew even deeper and he spared one hand from his butt to try to cover himself up.
“No hiding,” Daren chided and caught Chris by the hair before the boy could escape. He slung him back over his knees. What followed wasn't just one hard spank. Not just ten. But twenty! Every one was loud enough to be heard over Chris's cries. By the end of it, the boy's ass was cherry red. And he felt every one of the spanks as fresh. Tears were running freely down the boy's face.
He let Chris go, but Chris didn't have strength to stand. He just collapsed onto the floor, wriggling and shaking and moaning. Daren wondered if he'd gone to far and picked his little ex-boyfriend off the floor. To his surprise, he saw the erection harder than ever. It was even leaking. He knew that his boyfriend had a slight masochistic street, but they'd never done anything this amazing.
The boy had a lost look on his face and was panting heavily. Such cute moans. Daren lay Chris down on the soft bed. Chris whimpered and pressed his glowing butt cheeks against the duvet as if that would help at all. The tiny dick was dribbling as it dangled back and forth to the rhythm of the erotic writhing.
“I'll be good...” Chris whispered so low that his words broke apart between his whimpering moans. There was a lust in his eyes. A surrender. Daren ran his hands over Chris's smooth skin, making him shutter at the ticklish sensation. Slowly, he began to pinch and twist each nipple, knowing that just like the spanking, the sensation wouldn't dissipate.
“I can't hear you,” Daren teased. Chris moaned under him, unable to stop wiggling about from the confusing mix of pain and pleasure. Gasping at the feeling of his nipples being punished.
“I'll be a good boy,” Chris repeated in a heart wrenchingly lustful and adorable voice. “I'll be your good boy.” Daren could not have asked for a better plaything. Chris was exceeding all his fantasies in a hundred subtle and not so subtle ways.
“Good boy,” Daren whispered into Chris's ear just before he bit the earlobe. Chris gasped and shuttered. He'd completely lost himself. All his defiance and resolve had melted away, exposing this new self he'd never know was there. He didn't know what he was thinking any more. He didn't even know if he was in heaven or in hell.
“Keep being good and I won't punish you any more, but you'll have to feel the spanking for a bit as punishment for earlier. After all, you need to prove that you've learned your lesson.” He couldn't let the fun end so quickly.
“Yes!” Chris cried out in delirium. Oh god! It hurt so good!