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Erractic breathing, a pumped up heart, and eyes as big as saucers.

"Mikey, I'm I'm hungary." Bob managed to stutter out.
"I guess you are Bobby Boy. I mustn't let you get your strength down. I'm might just wear you out."

Mikey takes the cream, he sprays out a small amount on his fingers.

"Lick it off." It's a command, and Bob's tongue reaches out to Mikey's fingers. It's takes so good. Bob wonders what sweet creams Mikey has.

"What a good boy."
"Can I have more?"
"No, not right now. I have more instore for you."
"What do you have instore with me?"
"No, more questions."
"Huh?"
"I said no more questions, or you'll be punished."
"What?"
"You are to be punished." Mikey snarled in Bob's ear.
"Am I?"
"More comtempted I see. I was about to dine, but you ruined it."

Mikey takes out the whip, (NOT MIRACLE WHIP!) he's been itching to use. He glides his finger over it.

"Bob, if this hurts, I want you to shout my name."

SLAP! The whip cuts through the air, smacking Bob's shirtless chest. Bob's not going to give to Mikey so easily. He does not yell his, but a hiss escaped his lips.

"You'll have to do better than that."
Slap, the leather sliced the air, leaving a red stripe on Bob.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Seconds, wooh. Don't know how long this will be. Feeling lazy. Sorry. Tell me if you want more.