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hands, smiling as he gazed, mesmerized, at Nick's image on the screen. "You'll be back, boy," he said.

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    had jacked off six times during the endless sleepless night, replaying that sultry voice making sinful suggestions hotly in his ear while he looked at his own debauched image, and two strong hands held him in place.
    He knew that Damian had let him go; the man was strong enough to hold him against his will if he so desired. It was the very fact that Damian had allowed him to escape that made Nick trust him all the more.
    He had never even had fantasies like this before, but Nick admitted to himself that it turned him on unbearably to think of Damian holding him down, turning him over his knee and spanking him. He even wondered how that leather paddle might feel.
    He had never even suspected that he might be harboring a desire to go to bed with a man, but all he could think of was his desired reward, of being on his knees, under Damian's control, with the other man's hard cock filling his mouth.
    Nick dreamed of the scent and taste of the other man. He knew Damian was big; he filled out his pants very adequately, and he wasn't the type of guy to stuff. Had a nice arse too.
    Nick awoke to the fact that he was, yet again, stroking his poor sore dick, and stopped himself, horrified that he'd taken notice of another guy's arse. The thrill of the unknown was turning him on like he'd never been turned on before, even through the succession of girls that he'd pursued and dated; even after the visual stimulus of the beautiful female models clad in S&M outfits.
    But there was no question about not going to the shoot.
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    way he could run away from this. He had to know. He had to face Damian again.
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Chapter Four
    Damian was surprised when Nick arrived a little bit early, reflecting that his assistant's punctuality had certainly improved since that memorable night, but today the young man was walking taller, proudly looking Damian in the eye for the first time in a week.
    The makeup artist arrived with his assistant, stopping any confidences that might have been forthcoming as Nick helped Gabe carry his gear in. Then Nick was occupied with organizing the models to get them ready.
    Ashley arrived, and Nick was sent to fetch coffee and pastries for breakfast.
    "Don't you think you should hire a temporary assistant to help Nicholas?" Ashley asked, looking after the young man.
    "I'll stand the nonsense; I don't want him so tired he falls over asleep whilst we're shooting."
    Damian looked at Ashley with his mouth open. "I never thought of that."
    "Dense," Ashley quipped, knocking Damian's head. "I'll have someone sent over from my office. Don't want the lad thinking that he's being replaced. We'll have my assistant over."
    "You mean my former assistant," Damian sniped.
    "Ah, you're not missing much, trust me," Ashley said breezily. "Derek doesn't even fancy a little spanking. I've moved on. But he is an efficient assistant, and I don't have to hide anything from him."
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    "Good," Damian laughed. "Glad to hear Derek can schedule your kinky appointments for you without hindrance."
    Nick kicked the door open, his hands full, and Ashley sprang forward to help. "Let me get those, lad. I'm calling my assistant over to help out for the duration, so perhaps you'd better get into the makeup chair now."
    Nick realized the first two models were already in the studio and hesitantly went to the makeup room, relieved that none of the female models were scheduled to arrive until the stylists were finished readying the men.
    "Take off your shirt," Gabe and his assistant chanted to him. The assistant looked very similar to Gabe, except he was a little shorter, rounder, balder, and even more flamboyant in his wardrobe choices.
    Gritting his teeth, Nick stripped to the waist, knowing that Gabe was just loving this. "Keep your hands off me," he told the shorter man.
    "Oooh, honey, don't worry. I don't want a spanking from your master," Gabe taunted.
    Nick blushed in agony; the mere words turned him on and embarrassed him. And Gabe was the last person he felt safe around now that he had this huge secret.
    Gabe