Of Wedding Bells And Nights Of Hell.

Rhett growled softly, actually a little irate that Kyndal didn't like his facial but he knew known they boy wouldn't.
Didn't stop him from bringing that whip down on Kyndal's cheeks harder than he normally would have,

Kyndal let out a yelp, fists clenching onto the bed sheets as his erection throbbed. The facial hadn't been so bad. It'd actually made him even hotter, feeling Rhett's warm release on him, but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell the man that, at least not til later.
"Harder!" He hissed, clenching his teeth.

This time Rhett didn't even bother with the whip, he popped Kyndal hard with his open palm, leaving an already welting shape of his hand, the skin there almost cracked with he force of Rhett's hand.
"Hard enough fer ya?"

Kyndal cried out quite loudly this time.
"Fuck!" He hissed loudly, teeth bared as he felt tears of pleasure stinging his eyes.

Rhett's hand gently patted the spot he had hit, leading up to yet another hard slap which echoed through the room, his hand stinging even.
He wondered how Kyndal enjoyed this.
"Tell meh ya like avin' mah cum on yar face!"
And with that, he hit him again, though this time it was the whip that cracked down on him, lightly splitting the skin.

Kyndal gasped as he felt his skin split. Oh fuck that stung. And it felt amazing. He was biting down so hard on his lower lip he was drawing blood. But he said nothing. He was going to milk this punishment for what it was worth.

Rhett leaned down, his tongue sliding up the now bleeding split in the boys skin. Once it had been wet with his saliva, he blew on it lightly, enjoying the sounds he was getting from his lover.
"Yar such ah whore for punishment."

Kyndal grinned at the feeling of his lover's breath on his wound.
"You should know that already." He chuckled softly, his eyes clouded over with lust.

Rhett nodded his head, even though Kyndal was bent over and could not see it. He reached into one of the boxes he had gotten for Kyndal, pulling out the cold metal cuffs. With the cuffs he confined his lovers hands together and above his head, though keeping his arse in the air.
"Now Shart Stack," He trained the whip down the boys back. "There es nothin' ya can doh..." He liked making Kyndal feel helpless in the bedroom, he had read that masochists enjoyed it.

Kyndal whined softly though he did adore this. He tugged at the cuffs, making sure there was no give in them at all. He grinned lightly, glancing back at Rhett.
"Do your worst." He purred, arching his back lightly.

"Ah will." Rhett snorted, pulling out a lean vibrating dildo. He did nothing to prep his lover before slipping the silicone inside him, leaning down to lightly nip at the boys cheeks as he flipped it on its highest level of vibration.

Kyndal let out a loud moan, clenching his walls tight around the vibrator, letting it send waves of pleasure throughout him. He felt himself stretching, several tears forming, but it only felt even better.
"Damn you." He whined, shoving himself back farther on the dildo.

Rhett just smiled, picking up the whip and cracking it down on the boys back, several times as the vibrator continued to jolt inside the boy.
"Yar ah dirteh slut."

"Oh fuck!" Kyndal called out as his hips rolled. "Rhett!" He cursed softly, the pain combined with pleasure just too much to handle.

The man cracked the whip harder on his lover, his other hand lightly moving the vibrator in and out of him. He rather found himself enjoying the site of his lover like this.