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 Hurts So Good, February 19, 2167 | Reese Marshall
Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: Yesterday at 11:06 pm
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From an objective perspective, they probably looked a bit absurd, certainly more than a mite scandalous. Bruce dressed to the nines caning his barefoot, dressed-down friend while Reese squirmed, huffed, and whined like a senior on prom night at Pan’s Point. How could this possibly be platonic such a third-party might wonder?

Because Bruce was a professional and an expert at compartmentalizing. In truth, it warmed his heart to see his friend this way – vulnerable and needy. As Reese writhed in the center of the bed, the mental manipulator understood why he preferred the emotional connection rather than to bare himself in this way to a stranger, even one devoted to discretion. Whatever reciprocal reaction he might experience were Reese – not Reese, not his heterosexual, disinterested, trusting and vulnerable friend, but someone like him – a lover instead of a friend, was hidden behind his persona and his expectations. He could watch, he could enjoy, but he’d long ago taught himself to isolate his own sexual and romantic interest from his actions and experiences.

Oh, he could enjoy every moment of this, but quietly, subtly, without getting turned on. Likewise, he knew that physiological reactions could be utterly decoupled from mental arousal. As such, Bruce read nothing into this beyond Reese enjoying himself, and he drew pride from this accomplishment. The cane came down again, striking both heels simultaneously.

“If you think I would ever let someone steal away one of my boys without a fight, then you are sorely mistaken.” His voice dipped low with a dangerous edge, yet he spoke these words less as a threat than as a fact. His boys belonged to him, and for the purpose of this play session, so did Reese. Nobody had the right to take from him what was his, even if he would gladly free a person from their role if they asked for themselves. The desire to hoard was the other side of the coin from the urge to protect.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Yesterday at 11:58 pm
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Perhaps it was exactly that difference between the two of them that caused Bruce to be able to suggest a partner that Reese didn't know as if it were reasonable. Neither emotionally nor mentally could Reese feel safe enough to put himself into these situations.

There would be no doubt from their interactions together that Reese had a very traditional sense of what masculinity was. He was secure in his -- but not so secure that it getting out that he whimpered and whined in bed (literally in this case); that he squirmed and liked to be beaten could fall into anyone's hands. He couldn't imagine what the guys at the construction site would say.

He certainly couldn't imagine what the upper crust of Haven would say -- sexist slurs were bound to fly, whether or not a third of the men taunting were also turned on by the same things he was. He wasn't weak but he was vulnerable -- like a bunny falling asleep on its side or a wolf baring its throat.

He let out a little cry and squirmed again. His back arched slightly and his friend's given name dropped off his tongue accidentally. He didn't even notice that it was mix into the noises that escaped his throat. "Five. Thank you, Mr. Vaughan." he panted.

He listened close to his friend's words. Maybe another day or another time, Reese would have pointed out how much he liked the idea of being owned. He'd certainly implied knowledge of the practice in the Red Room, but knowledge certainly could not be assumed to be interest. Reese also knew about blood play and scat and neither interested him. For once, he managed to keep his mouth closed.

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: Today at 12:19 am
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Shangri-La had been liberating in that regard. As much as he adopted personas that didn’t reflect his inner-most feelings as the front man for the pleasure palace, he also had the freedom to live openly in a way lacking in his prior career. It was all pretend, and he became the avatar for decoupling sense of self from staunch dignity and rigid social roles. He was a business man, and everyone knew the services he provided. They expected him to weave seamlessly between reality and fantasy, to help his clients achieve their drams without passing judgment or spilling their secrets to the world around them.

How could a man believed to have a harem care at all about whispers among strangers on the street? How could someone made rich from Haven’s residents seeking out his services belief for a moment the false bravado they put forth? How could he care about traditional masculinity when he knew so confidently that it was all a lie?

Briefly, so briefly, Bruce’s eyes fluttered shut upon hearing his friend use cry his given name, breathless and yearning. In the kitchen, he had told his friend that he wouldn’t end a successful scene upon hearing it rather than his title, but he would offer correction. In this moment, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. The word brought a small thrill to his chest which felt so right that it would be a sin to interrupt.

Opening his eyes again, he waited for Reese to offer some sort of comment to his retort – to sass him, to prod him, or more mildly to state that this was his ambition. Their banter had been leading up to that point, the slow escalation of being tamed always ended the same way: a wild stallion earned his shoes and his saddle before coming to live on the ranch with his owner. Yet Reese offered no comment, and after waiting an acceptable amount of time, Bruce brought the cane down across the pads of Reese’s feet.

“Tell me you enjoy this,” he instructed.

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Today at 01:13 am
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So lost in what could only be called pleasure, Reese didn't notice that the reprimand for saying Bruce's name didn't come because he didn't know that he'd said it. He felt the cane come down again and the noises rippled from his body again. This time, he didn't say his friend's name like a prayer. No words came from his mouth as he writhed until he said: "Six. Thank you, Mr. Vaughan." and then four more. A request that he had tried to pen up like a mare in season, and had gotten out to have its way. "Harder, Mr. Vaughan. Please."

He was still face down, all his squirming had buried his face into the pillow and he'd been speaking into it except for Bruce's name when his back had arched just enough to spill it into the air.

He squirmed again so that he could be heard without breaking any rules that he wasn't intending to break. The direct order left him with just the right lead in to show his appreciation and how untamed he still was. How much he wanted to keep going.

"I enjoy this, Mr. Vaughan." He affirmed. For a moment he seemed tamed. He seemed to have stopped metaphorically pulling at his harness and bucking in an attempt to throw his rider. And then he said, "I feel god damn amazing, Mr. Vaughan." It wasn't a lie in any way. There was nothing about him that could hide how much he was enjoying this from the fingers gripped in the sheets to the breathlessness of his voice to the thin line of sweat that had started to soak his shirt.

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Bruce Vaughan
 Posted: Today at 01:37 am
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Those four words were the first bit of verbal feedback Reese had offered him since the scene began. His friend had confirmed that things were fine, poked and prodded at the rules to elicit a reaction, accepted the pauses and parlayed them into rest periods, offered the proper responses as instructed, and had asked for a pillow to cushion his ribs. He had whimpered and squeaked and moaned and grunted and panted; he had arched his back like a cat, writhed like a he was at a tent revival, and clutched the bed like he might fall off the edge of the world if he loosened his grip. But he had said nothing about his desires. Until this moment.

If his friend wanted him to apply more force, then Bruce would oblige happily.

His instruction had not been to gauge whether Reese wanted to end as much as it had been a prompt to jumpstart their back and forth again. As the other man had stopped adding to their narrative fantasy, Bruce had wanted to give him a springboard, and his friend lived up to expectations.

Almost. Given his friend’s propensity for profanity, god damn barely qualified. Yet, Bruce recognized this for what it was- Reese craving more and providing the opportunity to get what he sought.

“Good. It pleases me when my boys have a good time,” he replied, with the same open honesty as Reese telling him how he felt. Bruce took that vicarious pleasure and made it his own. A second later, he brought the cane across the center of Reese’s soles, with far greater force than the previous strike.

“Is that hard enough?” He half-taunted, half-inquired. With Reese’s face buried in the pillow, he couldn’t see the way that Bruce’s adopted cool mask gave way first to a smile which morphed into a sneer for the sake of effect. “My, you’re a greedy, little pain slut, aren’t you?”

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Reese Marshall
 Posted: Today at 10:12 am
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If Reese had known that asking for harder strikes had been on the table, he would have been asking for them since the moment that they had started. He knew that Bruce had these tools. He knew that Bruce wouldn't have suggested it if he wasn't comfortable beating his friend. He knew all if this as separate facts, but the idea of asking him in words to really go to town seemed like something that could taint the friendship they had. What if he didn't like to make someone shout in some mixture of pain and pleasure?

He opened his mouth to answer Bruce's statement about liking his boys happy. It had almost formed when the cane hit and this noise was different. More intense, to match the strike. His body moved as if pleasure was a snake that started at the base of the spine and slithered all the way to his lips, escaping in an exquisite cry. His face, hidden in the pillow was contorted in all the right ways.

He nearly forgot to say his lines. As he searched at the head of the bed for something to hold on to. One might imagine if they were lovers intertwined he would have clung to Bruce's body, finding reassurance in him the way he often did.

Then it came "Seven. Thank you, Mr. Vaughan. Just a little harder, Mr. Vaughan." He breathed into the pillow. His entire body had a thin sheen of sweat now. Reese would have been embarrassed if he was paying that much attention to himself instead of focusing all his attention on his friend and his words. "I'd say you're fucking greedy, Mr. Vaughan." He countered, "You're the one who chose me. You like your boys begging for more, Mr. Vaughan?"

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Bruce Vaughan
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As Bruce had assured the other man before they began, as he had assured shortly after reaching this agreement in the first place, he wouldn’t have offered if he found himself reluctant. Their arrangement held particular significance because nobody could contract for Bruce’s time and attention this way, and thus it as a testament to his affection for Reese that he was so willing. But none of the elements of their play scene offended his sensibilities or forced him into a role less comfortable than his own skin. Bruce wielded a crop, a flogger, a tawse, or a cane as an extension of his body, capable of exerting as much or as little pressure as needed; emotionally capable of administering a full body beating without disgust for the recipient’s need for the harsh treatment. And with Reese, his open reactions, his vulnerability, were at once enticing and deeply touching.

Bruce wanted to give this his all. His friend’s every sound, every gasp, every spasm pressed the mental manipulator onward. A little harder? He could go that much farther.

The cane’s next blow came swiftly, with the additional force, across Reese’s backside, paying him back for the f-bomb dropped in the middle of his little insolent tirade. His correction dipped into the truth, the real truth of their lives. “We chose each other, boy.”

A fine epitaph for their friendship outside of this scene. Bruce had spied Reese at the construction site that September afternoon, he had insisted that the other man join him, and he had been persistent in not letting Reese slip through his fingers and fad away into that shroud of self-loathing. He had called, had invited him to bars, restaurants, and parties, and nudged him. But Reese could have turned him down at any turn, had managed to ignore him for close to five weeks before accepting an invitation to go shopping. Those were deliberate decisions on Reese’s part, not being tugged along like a dog on a leash. They might not have chosen their emotions, but each man made a series of choices that had led to this point, equally invested, equally to blame or to praise.

And then the cane struck Reese’s heels again with even more force than his last blow. The heels which were a safer target than the toes which always ran the risk of snapping from the impact and Bruce would never be so careless with a play partner, least of all with his dear friend.

The tip of the can traced up Reese’s left ankle, a caress rather than a correction. “You’re such a sharp one; you tell me if you think I want my boys to beg for more.”

His tone, his emphasis on that single word, could leave no doubt as to his expectations.

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