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 Roses and Thorns, April 29, 2167 | Reese Marshall
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 Posted: May 10 2018, 06:16 AM
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Bruce had long believed that an action could serve multiple purposes. His primary reason for touching Reese’s back remained to warm the skin, to ensure that he felt every ounce of pain as the lash crossed his flesh, yet he knew that the touch soothed in its familiarity and built anticipation from the knowledge of what was to follow.

He waited for the younger man to obey the instruction, expecting neither hesitation nor pushback. Although Reese had no reason to know, Bruce considered this a standard part of training when serving in such a role, the importance of instilling respect not merely for him but for the tools and for the process. A true training scene, such as the one that his friend had proposed and in which they found themselves at present, demanded such immersion, and Bruce wouldn’t deny Reese the full experience.

As such, when the proper words left the younger man’s lips, and the taste of leather lingered there, the reward came quickly. “We’ll make a good boy of you yet.”

Not full praise the way he might offer under a different circumstance, as it conflicted with his doubled punishment. One couldn’t call his submissive a good boy while on the verge of flogging him for disobedience. The phrase was aspiration and thus intended as reassurance – despite the need for discipline, all was not lost; he could be a good boy.

With Reese settled into position again, Bruce took his cue, bringing the lashes with greater force than the scene might otherwise call for (mindful of the younger man’s preferences) across the center of his back.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: May 10 2018, 07:36 PM
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Perhaps if Reese had known that kissing was a normal part of their play, he would have stuffed it into the zip lock bag labeled is Bruce into me? that resided in his mind. Unlike Bruce's black box, Reese tugged out these thoughts now and again; when they were playing, like now, or deep in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep. His mind toyed with them when he dreamed -- and though his dreams were not sexual in nature, even Reese noticed that Bruce was now a staple in the cast that previously had involved almost exclusively his family.

Bruce praised him with a promise that they were working on it, which Reese took as a good sign. He let go in many aspects during scenes. He put on a persona and spoke more easily. Directly before they started and during any breaks they took, it was like talking to a Reese who didn't need walls to keep himself standing. It certainly wasn't him (the man that Reese was before the accident and whom he had convinced himself everyone loved far more than the Reese who stood before them on weekend and holidays) but the weight that suffocated his heart was lifted for however long their scene lasted. A few minutes on either side.

He was happy -- he could think and speak and breathe. And for maybe and hour or two, he let go of the past that everyone said he should have been able to move on from years ago.

Over the past two and a half months, Reese's ticks and needs had been on display without shame, and so when the leather struck him, his eyes closed and he made a little noise of relief as if he had been a man dying in a desert and this was water offered glass by glass. "Thank you, Mr. Vaughan. One."

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: May 10 2018, 08:10 PM
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During aftercare, Bruce hinted at how much he enjoyed the other man’s company, and during the morning after, over toast and coffee, he assured Reese that he gained plenty from their sessions, even if he would never claim to benefit in the same way or to the same extent as did his younger friend. Scenes and aftercare both consisted not only of the power exchange but of deep intimacy and intense trust. Reese laid himself bare, lowered his barriers, and allowed himself simply to feel, to be,to experience, and to submit.

He had no claim to the younger man beyond friendship, but this was his Reese, their entire friendship played out in the span of twelve or fourteen hours, from the dinner that they shared while anticipation built, to the power exchange during their sessions, to the aftercare, and through breakfast the following morning. The knowledge that Bruce would take the younger man in his arms and absolve him of his guilt, sandwiched between teasing and equality no matter the life factors that set them apart.

The soft appreciative noise was as expected as the lash, but Bruce felt the little thrill as he always did. The proper gratitude fell from Reese’s lips, and Bruce brought the lashes down again, across the younger man’s lower back this time. The second of ten, two increments of five because the younger man had doubled his punishment through impertinence.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: May 10 2018, 08:32 PM
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Perhaps if Reese had heard the assertion that this was Bruce's Reese, he might have found himself smiling. Bruce wasn't wrong by any stretch of the imagination. Reese never would have put it into those terms, but there was a distinct difference (though he didn't want to acknowledge it and his family had not dared say anything about it except now and again a comment on how proud they were of him or a reassuring squeeze that had come to an abrupt stop after the death of his family when he flinched away from touch) between the man he had been since the accident and the one he had been since Bruce had thrust friendship upon him in the prior fall.

He let out another little noise. This impact again his back must have hit just right, for the little grunting sigh that escaped his lips was louder than the previous one, and if Bruce listen closely enough through the past sessions, he'd be able to identify it was one that was itching that other scratch that they both ignored fervently the entirety of the night.

He left himself lick his lips, trying to weigh whether it was worth staying in character and speaking up or getting another few hits in before he spoke. He opted for something in between. "Two. Thank you, Mr. Vaughan." He offered obediently, even as he wiggled slightly and tried to square his shoulders again. He jingled a bit with the movement. It was clearly enough in character.

Reese had been standing and positioning himself properly for six sessions and even now, his stance was fine. (It was merely the movement of someone who wasn't used to getting beatings.)

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: May 24 2018, 08:48 AM
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Bruce would never say so aloud, but he had noticed the changes in the younger man over these past seven months as their friendship blossomed. During their first accidental encounter in September, Reese avoided eye contact and barely conversed with him, limiting his contributions to one-syllable replies and awkward attempts at pleasantries. He had denied anything that he enjoyed – such as examining the memorabilia on the walls – and had only agreed to further contact because Bruce had steamrolled over him. Now, he knew, Reese looked forward not only to their play sessions but to their lunches or when they met at bars. They had met one another’s families. The younger man texted him in the middle of the afternoon sometimes because he had overheard something that he thought might amuse Bruce or to continue a prior discussion because a point popped into his head the next day. This was a testament to the strength of their connection and the virtue of patience, and thus the mental manipulator considered it an accomplishment, but his friend’s happiness and security was the result.

A self-satisfied smile settled across Bruce’s lips as he listened to his friend’s symphony of sighing satiation. He allowed it to linger rather than wiping it off immediately, as the other man’s back remained turned and thus he couldn’t see the minor break in character. Undeniably, just as he had told his friend in February when they had first negotiated this arrangement, he took pride in these small expressions of pleasure, in knowing that his friend was enjoying himself and that he, Bruce, remained as skillful at impact play as he had been for all of these years now.

He prepared the lash for the third strike, interrupted by the other man’s movements and the jingling that called attention to them, staying his hand. The mental manipulator never hit moving targets, the risk of permanent damage from an imperfect strike more than he would risk. Instead, he waited until Reese had finished, brought his hand across the younger man’s backside as a warning, coupled with, “Don’t fidget, boy, or you’ll triple this.”

Only after Reese had settled did he flick his wrist, bringing lashes across the younger man’s lower back.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: May 28 2018, 11:26 PM
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Reese had closed his eyes, taking in every moment that passed in this place. The scene did exactly what it was supposed to. He could breathe, and in every moment with the blinds drawn and the door closed in Bruce's room, it was like Reese could forgive himself for something that everyone else already had.

He grunted at the swat against his rear end and he almost turned to look at Bruce. Again, he weighed the pros and cons of misbehaving. He could get more right off the bat, but he was intrigued by the idea that Bruce might have some interesting training ideas up his sleeve. He didn't want sprint to the finish line when he could take it easier and make it last. (No man, not even Reese Marshall, wanted to drown.)

As soon as he settled back into place the lashes came down and Reese let out another noise that left nothing about his preferences, platonic or otherwise, to the imagination. "Three, Mr. Vaughan. Thank you." His fingers had moved forward to touch the sheets of the bed and he gripped them in his fingers. "I'm sorry I fidgeted, Mr. Vaughan. I'm trying to stay still... but it hurts." Reese's persona complained, but the man himself spoke with his eyes closed and a little smile on his face.

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: May 29 2018, 09:50 PM
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As in their five prior play sessions, Bruce paused between each strike, allowing his friend the opportunity to savor the sting of the lash and the few moments of freedom that this reprieve provided. Controlled punishment delivered by someone who understood and cared about him, in the context of a setting with a straightforward narrative, one comprised of missteps and inequality, but also redemption. The younger man might make a mistake (in-character, since his decisions were deliberate), but he received swift correction and found his position unchanged.

Reese began and ended each session as Mr. Vaughan’s boy. Nothing could take that from him, even if he worried about the strength of their friendship despite Bruce’s efforts to demonstrate that they ran parallel. That he was as much of a rock and far more committed when they dropped their roles for the other thirteen days and twenty-plus hours of the fortnight.

When the younger man finished his count and leaned forward, the mental manipulator prepared for the next set of lashes. Yet before he could flick his wrist and create another set of welts, Reese opened his mouth and made his plea.

No, not Reese, not as himself, but the simpering spoiled character who found himself in chains, a stranger in a strange land. Evident in his failure to invoke his safe word. Still, this was a reversal in its own right, whether his friend realized.

Typically, Reese was presented with choices – cooperate and obey to earn signs of approval, or break the rules to prompt a punishment. By contrast, Bruce acted accordingly, doling out what was owed depending on the choice made. Yet here, the older man had a decision to make.

Three chances. Those were the rules in the strictest sense. Three chances and then a punishment for failure to learn, failure to comply. Yet, they had agreed to a change for this scene, for more intense training. And training was equal parts the riding crop and the velvet glove.

The apology, though spoken out of turn, was sincere for the character. His explanation stated the obvious but also underscored his unfamiliarity with the situation. Bruce weighed his options, and chose the velvet glove.

“It’s supposed to hurt; it’s punishment,” he replied firmly. Without the bite or promise of retribution for his failure. “I won’t warn you again.”

Then he brought the flogger across Reese’s trapezius muscles, between the shoulder blades. “Don’t lose count.”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: May 29 2018, 10:22 PM
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Reese would not have described his breath as bated, but he anticipated the response that Bruce would give him. It was an exchange -- their power dynamics were only part of what made Reese crave these moments with his friend. Reese's ability to function was so often impaired by something that everyone thought he should have been able to control -- as if anyone could talk with a snorkel shoved into their mouth. Here, they had the opportunity to play, and the word fit.

It was like playing a board game; they could both make moves. Equal exchange instead of the bad days when Reese sat in silence and held his friend's hand as he tried to pretend everything was okay; instead of the normal days when Reese managed to string sentences together that could not begin to be equivalent to what his friend said or did. Here; where neither of them were themselves, he could pretend.

He had been expecting another punishment, A swat against his rear or Bruce to walk away to get something else. He knew he'd counted right -- that was number three. But instead of punishment, Reese was met with kindness. Odd. Another chance. Symbolic?

Reese let out another noise of relief that sounded somewhat similar to a grunt. Whether it was in character or out of it, his fingers had wrapped into Bruce's bedspread. "Four. Thank you, Mr. Vaughan. I won't lose count, Mr. Vaughan. I promise." He said, as if he hadn't, in character, already lost count.

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: Jun 5 2018, 09:29 AM
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The promise kept in character with Reese’s selected role for the evening – breaking rules while attempting the opposite, while assuring his new owner that he would abide by each instruction. Talking too much but without the sass, or even the awareness, of his more typical play persona. Still, it pushed the boundaries of his the additional patience that Bruce exerted, indicating that Reese craved the punishment he had failed to secure.

They would work on that.

“You had better,” Bruce remarked sternly, before moving from the conversation to the punishment he had to dole out.

He brought the flogger down for the fifth strike, the lashes crossing the last set to form an X-shaped pattern. That left five more, as he had promised to double the punishment because of Reese’s prior impudence. The benefit of working with round numbers – increments of five or ten; ensuring that the mental manipulator would never lose count and would not push his friend too hard even if Reese had a lapse.

He waited only long enough for Reese to count before he upped the ante, prompting his new boy within the constraints of training. Speaking as a school teacher who took no pleasure in correction but considered it a necessary aspect. “You have my permission to answer this question, boy. What have you learned so far?”

An open-ended question rather than a strict yes or no. Providing the opportunity for his boy to please, to disappoint, or to offend as the mood dictated.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Jun 12 2018, 06:24 PM
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That noise that waded between pain and satisfaction curled into his chest and then left his lips. His fingers already wrapped in the sheets squeezed them a moment. His muscles rippled beneath the thin shirt as he shifted slightly. This was not in character; this was merely Reese taking pleasure in their play. "Five, Mr. Vaughan. Thank you." he breathed.

The question threw him slightly. Not used to questions that were open ended in the midst of play. He was quiet for a moment -- maybe a moment too long as he tried to collect his thoughts. Finally, he covers thoughtfully as he started to list everything he could remember -- a boy's desperate attempt to show that he was able to learn.

"I don't talk out of turn, Mr. Vaughan. I use your name when I speak with you. I kneel in your presence. I say thank you when you train me." he shifted slightly, looking over his shoulder (forgetting one of the most important rules; it wasn't his his list after all.) "You rescued me; I'm yours."

In another moment, it might have been a statement between two lovers instead of a boy and his master; it might have had a different connotation with a thousand different layered meanings. Instead, it was literal. In this scene, Reese belonged to Bruce; he had been bought to pay off a debt.

His eyes moved back towards the bed, flustered as he remembered. "I'm sorry, Mr. Vaughan. I'm not supposed to look at you. Eyes down.. I'm sorry." he whispered, feigning anxiety at the realization that he'd broken another rule. "I'm sorry, Mr. Vaughan. I'll remember."

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 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 08:34 AM
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In another time and place, Bruce would pat Reese’s back and his fingers would linger as he eased the younger man through the experience. However, this was punishment, rather than a more playful or nurturing part of their scene, and the mental manipulator tried to remain mindful of the physical effect on his friend. Instead, he waited for the count, and his eyes fluttered briefly, taking pride in eliciting such a reaction as he always did.

Five. The first complete set. Then another five because he had promised to double the lashing for his new boy’s failure to follow basic instructions.

Yet he paused, waiting for the younger man to answer his question, unwilling to push him further and interrupt the exercise until confronted with evidence of his “new” submissive’s progress or with a lapse that warranted additional correction. He listened attentively, watched him sternly while inwardly delighting both in the list and the little lapse for the opportunities it would present. Mentally, he ticked off each rule as Reese recited it, offering affirmation in the barest hint of a nod.

Never speak out of turn – check.

Always address him by his proper title (stated inelegantly as it was, as though his given name was Mister) – check.

Always kneel in his presence unless maneuvered into another position - check.

Thank him for training – check (and an escalation of their past dynamic).

And then…

The declaration. The dedication to the role. The evidence that Bruce’s warning lecture had permeated and his boy understood the worse fate that might have befallen him had someone else won his lot at auction. “You do,” he agreed, voice approving, not quite affectionate, almost forgiving of the accompanying lapse with eye contact.

Indulgent because this persona had begun to display true remorse for misbehavior rather than arguing with him.

“You had better,” he warned, his last for the matter, before he brought the lashes down twice in quick succession across Reese’s back to break in the second set.

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 Posted: Jun 15 2018, 08:17 PM
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Reese would have smiled if he could have seen Bruce's face--the pride and joy that Reese could bring him. It was something that Reese in many ways still believed himself incapable of doing. He couldn't have put words to it, but he needed this.

His eyes closed as he settled back into position as Bruce praised him and warned him almost in the same breath. He didn't have a reason to do so. He didn't know why his eyes closed or why he was still pretending that he couldn't stand up straight with the impact he way that he had in every session. Maybe at some point in mid-May while he laid awake and reviewed everything that had happened, he'd realize that it was because he felt relaxed and safe under Bruce's control (and his flogger).

The strikes this time didn't surprise him. He let out nothing less than a moan as the fingers on his right hand gripped the sheets of the bed. The second strike brought the Lord's name mixed into the sound that escaped him. He took a moment to make sure his voice wasn't shaking before he managed: "Uhm --" What number were they even on? He managed to remember, "Six and seven, Mr. Vaughan. Thank you."

His left hand moved to rub his eyes and squeeze the bridge of his nose and then he wiped it on the front of his shirt before he set it back on the bed.

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 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 06:33 PM
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Reese’s moan filled his ears and caused his heart to skip a beat. Although this sound was not entirely new – the younger man had released this tantalizing noise into the air on a rare prior occasion – it remained at treat. A testament to how deeply Reese enjoyed this, and thus to Bruce’s skills.

Like the fingers that gripped the bedspread, like the shiver that wracked Reese’s lithe frame, like the quiver in his voice, this belonged to Bruce. Reese was his canvass and the flogger – or the riding crop or the cane – was his paintbrush, leaving behind crimson welts and black and blue bruises across pale skin. Reese’s body was his instrument and this moan his symphony.

His left hand crept along the younger man’s back, feeling along the edges of the first of the lash marks. Fingers brushing the indentation. He murmured another word of approval, and his fingers lingered for one second, two, three. Enjoying his handiwork, contrasting feather-light touch with the more acute, stinging sensations of the lashes.

Finally, he withdrew his hand, and, once it dangled safely at this side, he brought the flogger down twice more. Once along the lower back and then once between the shoulders perpendicular to the last. The eighth and ninth.

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