“No.
I’ll do that.”
Phiz
dropped his gaze.
“Hands
behind your back,” Bryan said. His breathing had grown shallower too. “Do I
need to tie them?”
Phiz
sucked in air through his teeth. “No, sir. But the belt…if I could just have it
near.” He seemed to be struggling with expressing what he needed. Bryan could
see Phiz’s cock straining the front of his briefs, and beads of sweat on his
shoulders. He was definitely excited, but perhaps they were both confused on
how to proceed smoothly.
It’s
only the first time for us.
Bryan realised with a jolt how much he wanted there to be others. He leaned
over Phiz and ran his belt slowly but carefully down over Phiz’s back. He made
sure the buckle didn’t catch Phiz’s skin, but he loved the way the flesh
tightened even further, and goose bumps sprang up down Phiz’s spine. It was an
old belt, one of Bryan’s favourites because he liked the mahogany brown colour,