Jay turned it off and came back to Grayson's side.
Grayson brought Jay to his room and took off his own shirt. "Take off your shirt." He ordered.
Jay removed it obediently and Grayson led him over to the bed. "Get on it." Jay climbed on.
"Bend over." Jay bent over, resting his weight on his hands and knees.
"Hands." Grayson requested, patting a position on the bed. Jay outstretched his hands and Grayson placed them on the foot of the bed, where the wood was raised as a guard and separated his knees, opening them to a distance he could balance comfortably as he remained bent over.
"Arch your back."
Jay arched his back, and only his ass was sticking out in the air. The thong and his position, doing a good job of putting everything on display.
The back of the thong was almost as thin as a g-string, situating itself right in the crack of his ass. But his hole was still almost on full display as his position had his ass spread.
Grayson took a step back to look at his work, then smiled. He pet Jay's hair softly before asking right beside his ear, his breath caressing Jay's ear, the side of his face and neck, "Do you know what I'm punishing you for?"
"No." Jay shivered, in fear or something else, no one knew.
"Tsk. I'm punishing you for exposing this much skin to strangers in a club. And it doesn't end there, you even danced in front of them, practically seducing them to fuck you. In. A. Fucking. Club. You didn't go there as a customer, no. You decided to go as a performer."
Jay said nothing.
"You admit your fault?" Grayson asked.
"Yes." Jay replied.
"Good." That was the last thing he said before grabbing Jay's ass rather roughly.
"Mn." Jay moaned. Grayson ignored it, because the next second, his hand left his ass and then came back down on it with a smack.
Jay's ass stung and he drew in a sharp breath.
Grayson didn't wait, bringing another one down on the same spot.
Jay clenched his ass and groaned.
Grayson dragged the thong down to midthigh and Jay's dick was exposed to the air.
Grayson briefly touched it. Jay moaned. Grayson smacked the same ass cheek again.
Jay's dick trembled. Grayson chuckled. "Looks like someone is enjoying it." He commented.
He stopped taking breaks. He brought down smack after smack on his left ass cheek then moved to the right one.
By then Jay was moaning nonstop. His ass cheeks were red and raw and his dick looked red and swollen like it'll burst in the next second.
Grayson spanked his ass three more times and Jay ejaculated right on the bed, his cheeks colouring in embarassment.
"Tsk, tsk. I knew you liked it. So naughty. And I didn't even touch you that way yet. Such a pervert."
"Say, tell me, why exactly do you do these things? I feel you just do them for my attention. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask. But you don't. And you end up getting punished. So tell me. Did you do it on purpose or not?" Grayson demanded with a hand squeezing Jay's dick.
"I did! I did!" Jay confessed amidst gasps.
Grayson let go, after he'd gotten the answer he wanted.
"I did it because I wanted your attention and I wanted you to punish me. You only pay full attention to me and punish me when I do something bad. You already made me in such a way I can't fuck anyone anymore. I won't even get hard. So, I just wanted you to take responsibility for what you did." Jay explained his eyes fixated on the bed.
"Interesting... Meaning you tried to fuck someone other than me but you couldn't." Grayson pointed out with a complicated smile.
"And you keep doing this! If you want me to be yours exclusively then be clear about it. If you don't, then stop stringing me along." Jay shouted, sitting on his legs.
"Isn't it already obvious you're mine?" Grayson asked.
"What the fuck do you mean? You never made anything clear. You only ever said we were lovers. Lovers could mean fuck-buddies. That's all we ever do anyways. If anything, you're my debtor. You're meant to repay me for the times I've saved you."
"I did. And I am. I give you what you want on a daily basis, I repay you. On. A. Daily. Basis. Hasn't everything I've done made it clear that you're mine? I live in your house. My men are to watch and protect you at all times, I keep an eye on everything related to you. Isn't that clear enough?" Grayson said.
"Use words, fuck! You've never even kissed me!" Jay shouted and his voice cracked.
"What the fuck do you want me to say? I love you? You're the love of my life? I don't know how to do that bullshit." Grayson asked, his voice raising slightly. By now the whole house was probably awake and hearing all about the relationship between these two.
"Then why do you want me? What do you want me for? As a slave? Or a trophy or what?" Jay's voice cracking even more and shaking as tears ran down his face, his head lowered as he tried to hide his face.
"Fine. You want to know? I'll tell you. I don't like you. I love you. I'm fucking obsessed with you. The first time we met, you caught my attention and I wanted to know everything about you. The first time I fucked you, I knew I was gone. After that, I could only think about fucking you and no one else. I just wanted you. Your annoying lackadaisical attitude about everything and your frustrating grin are all I can think about all day. So yes. I'm obsessed. With you. You're mine. No one else'. If you want me to tell you I love you everytime just to prove it to you that I do, I will."
"You... Why are you doing this to me?" Jay cried. "I was on the verge of hating you. Just let me hate you in peace. You can't even let me do that?"
"Shh" Grayson pet Jay, hugging him to his chest, kissing his cheeks and forehead. "We're both very fucked up, that why were perfect for each other. I've told you before. Just ask me. Only me. Um all you need. If you want to do something crazy, do it for me. Not anyone else. I love you. I really do, so just be my boyfriend and stop looking for excuses to fuel your reasons to think I don't actually have feelings for you."
Jay sobbed for a while, then looked right into Grayson's eyes. "I love you. I really really love." He confessed.