Zack raised the cat and dropped it again and again, landing each blow on the man’s front, sometimes on his stomach and chest, sometimes on his thighs and often on his cock, until the sub’s skin blushed red from his neck to his shins. Cassidy stared with rapt attention, watching the way Zack moved from one side to the other, never letting the blows fall too hard or too fast, seeming to gauge just what the sub needed from him, as he had told Cassidy. The whole time, his body was naked except for the few clothes he wore, his high tight ass, a beautiful sight to see as he paraded in front of the camera. Cassidy watched as he stopped landing the blows and leaned forward, pinching first one and then the other nipple as the sub cried out. The sub finally began begging for something, but Cassidy couldn’t tell what it was that he needed because Zack had the sound lowered on the computer.
Zack stood in front of the sub and reached out, taking the man’s cock in hand. After only a few pumps of his hand, the man came, shooting long streamers onto the floor as he cried out. Zack worked his cock until the man was drained and oddly, Cassidy realized that Zack did nothing to bring himself off, not even touch the bulging pouch of his thong. Zack offered the man his come covered hand and the sub happily licked his own spunk from it until it was clean. Zack leaned in and caressed the man’s cheek again, leaning forward to kiss him softly and the look of satisfaction and happiness on the sub’s face was stunning. As the screen faded to black, Cassidy realized that he was as hard as a rock, standing in front of Zack’s monitor and holding a cold latte that he hadn’t even touched during the scene he’d just watched.
