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his thigh. He wrapped his arms around the younger man.
    "You did very well, pet. For a first spanking, you bore it well, and you didn't cry. Now, would you like a little reward?"
    "Yes, please, sir," Nick said meekly, not altogether sure that his and Damian's ideas of what constituted a reward would be the same.
    He stiffened and gasped when he suddenly felt Damian's hand on his rigid shaft. The hand was warm and rough, slightly calloused, but Damian stroked him as if he knew just what Nick wanted.
    Nick spread his thighs helplessly, allowing Damian better access, moaning when a thumb swiped firmly over the head of his aching cock, sliding in the precum that dripped to the carpet.
    Damian's hand sped up, and Nick's hips started to pump, thrusting into the fist that surrounded him. It had been a long time since a mere hand job thrilled him, but this one did.
    Whether it was because it was a man holding him or the spanking or a combination, Nick didn't know.
    His climax hit him like a freight train, dwarfing his efforts at home when he couldn't sleep for thinking of Damian. He spurted high, catching Damian under the chin, although he never realized it, for his eyes were screwed shut with the almost painful pleasure as he cried out helplessly, feeling like a ragdoll in the strong hands holding him.
    Damian smiled, watching his beautiful boy as he gave him the first orgasm. He decided that it would be one of many if the boy proved willing; Nick was incredibly sensitive and 68

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    responsive. Besides, there was something else about the young man that struck a chord deep within him. Nick's eyes were still closed when Damian wiped off his chin, sucking his fingers sensuously to enjoy the taste.
    He held Nick, cuddling him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, smiling when the liquid eyes opened, glittering when Nick turned his eyes to him, full of wonder.
    "That was fucking phenomenal, sir!" he said enthusiastically.
    "I'm glad you enjoyed it, pet," Damian said, amused. "But now there's a little matter of my satisfaction."
    "What do you want me to do, sir?" Nick asked uneasily.
    Damian gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, and Nick leaned into him, parting his lips, but Damian kept his tongue to himself. Nick would have to earn that privilege.
    "I want you to kneel. I'm going to jack off on you. I want to mark you, pet," Damian directed. While it amused him that Nick had actually marked him first without knowing it, it was only right that he stake his own claim.
    Obediently, Nick slipped off his lap, kneeling on the floor.
    "Take off your shirt."
    Nick obeyed, allowing his shirt to slide off his arms to the floor.
    "Hands behind you," Damian reminded him.
    "Yes, sir," Nick said in his soft voice, clasping his hands behind him, resting them above his flaming arse.
    Damian stood up and opened his pants, easing his erection out. It was such a relief that he sighed, and heard the 69

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    echoing sigh from his young protégé. Nick's eyes were fixed on the awesome tumescent organ.
    "It's so big," he breathed.
    Sensing the fear in his voice, Damian sought to reassure him. "We'll take it slow, Nicholas, and you have your safe word if I do anything that scares you."
    "Yes, sir."
    Damian kept his eyes on the beautiful face. Nick clasped his hands behind his back, kneeling with his torso naked, his pants pulled down to his knees, and his face upturned to watch.
    It didn't take long; Damian stroked himself to a quick release, anxious to see his cream on Nick's body. When he came in three long spurts, the white fluid covered the boy's chest, glistening on his smooth skin. Nick gasped at the heat of Damian's release, leaving a burning trail as it slid down his chest.
    "Very good, pet. Stay there for a moment." Damian went to the bathroom and wet a small towel, using it to mop himself off. He put himself back together and went back to Nick, wiping his body clean.
    "Okay, baby, stand up," he said, pulling Nick to his feet.
    Now that the excitement that carried him was spent, Nick staggered. His knees hurt, and he'd stiffened up while on the floor.
    Damian led him to the desk and pushed him down so his chest was flat against the surface. Nick knew his arse was exposed to Damian's view, and he trembled nervously. One hand on the small of his back held him in place.
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    "Nice and hot," Damian observed, placing his hand on Nick's flaming bottom. Suddenly Nick