10
Travis
I was a ball of contradictory emotions on the way home from the station that night. Part of me was angry. I knew Ryan had broken our agreement. I knew that he had jerked off—god knows how many times—to get his c**k that limp. Even after a round with the guys, even after I let him come, if I had Ryan slip on a pair of silk panties, he was immediately hard again. I knew what he liked and I knew his reactions like the back of my hand. If he was as limp as a wet strand of spaghetti in that picture there was a reason for it.
But another part of me, the part that f*****g loved torturing Ryan’s c**k, was practically giddy with excitement. It’s not that I wanted to hurt him, but goddamnit if I didn’t love to punish him. A lot of times, whenever the guys were over, or Ryan and I were a
