An End to Thinking

The curved skin is red; pure stinging, singing scarlet, vivid and hot. It'll fade beautifully, too, the receding blood sinking slowly, leaving the heated skin to cool.

He loves doing that to him. Loves watching the matching flush rise on Daniel's face as his ass burns and his cock hardens and he waits for the final stroke.

The one that takes it all away.

It's crowded in Daniel's head, dense overlapping scribbles of fragments of thought layered over past guilt, present stress.

Jack's hand hits and Daniel jerks as the pain washes over him, eyes finally blank.

Won't last long.

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