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.