A Strong Hand

completely bare in front of Damian, who was fully clothed, sent a thrill to his groin and his stomach fluttered with anxiety.
    "Look at me," Damian said. He sat on the edge of his desk, swinging one foot. "What are you studying at school?"
    "Um, art, sculpture," Nick answered, surprised.
    "What year are you in?"
    "Senior. I graduate this summer," Nick said, with a little shiver. He didn't know exactly how things would go after that; he would need to keep this job, or at any rate, a job until he figured out how to sell his work. That was something they didn't teach you at uni.
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    "I wondered. That lighting idea of yours today, that must have been your training in form, light, and shadow kicking in.
    The shadows were very sculptural with that extra light. I expect it'll be a great shot." Damian's eyes raked over the boy kneeling naked in front of him. He had more questions, but he decided to inspect his new acquisition at the same time. Always multitask when you can, he thought.
    He got up and slowly circled Nick. Beautiful skin, flawless really, smooth and warm and altogether delectable. Amazing ass, round, firm, pert; begging to be spanked. Every outline and angle, perfectly formed and elegantly refined. Nick's hair was thick and shiny, and from here Damian could see that he barely needed to shave. His chest must be naturally hairless.
    "Will you be coming in tomorrow?" Damian asked.
    "I have school tomorrow. It's one of my full days," Nick responded.
    "Sir," Damian reminded him. He decided there and then that he would schedule most of the work with the female models for days when Nick wasn't there. He'd already noticed the Bettie Paige lookalike giving his assistant the onceover.
    "Sir."
    "Have you been keeping up with your homework?"
    "Um, actually, I have an assignment due tomorrow, sir. A paper on Picasso," Nick muttered.
    "Then you should get to it," Damian said briskly.
    "You mean, we're not going to.... "Nick faltered.
    "I'm not going to spank you, if that's what you mean. But I am going to tell you exactly what you're going to do because I know how you like it when I give you an order. Right, pet?"
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    "Yes, sir," Nick said breathlessly.
    "Stand up. Hands clasped behind your head."
    Nick rocked his weight back and rose smoothly.
    Damian looked at him in surprise. "Very nice. Did you practice that?"
    "Um, yes," Nick blushed, shuffling from foot to foot in embarrassment. "I thought you might not like it if I staggered around when I got up."
    "Initiative. I like a little of that in a sub. Just not too much.
    Head up. Close your eyes."
    Nick jumped as he felt Damian's hands stroke the length of his thighs. He shuddered as he felt warm breath on his cock, wondering if Damian was kneeling in front of him! And then Damian's hands, handling him, fastening something onto him.
    Nick's cock was hardening until he felt a tug on his balls; it was uncomfortable but not really painful, although it had the effect of making his erection wilt.
    Damian's hands gave him one last pat and he said, "Open your eyes, pet."
    Nick did so, staring at Damian for a moment before dropping his head to look down at himself. His cock was barely visible for all the black leather and silver buckles strapped around him and he felt a stirring at his groin. A moment later he groaned as his hardening member was constricted by the leather.
    "It's a cock cage," Damian announced with satisfaction.
    "You're not to come until I permit you, pet. This will keep your mind on your studies and off your dick." He lifted Nick's 86

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    trussed penis and stroked his balls, allowing Nick to see that there was a strap dividing and surrounding them as well.
    Damian's breath was hot in Nick's ear. "Remember how you enjoy it when I give you an order?"
    "Yes, sir," Nick gasped.
    "And that you have agreed to submit yourself to me?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Go do your homework. I'll see you Friday." Damian turned and sat behind his desk, swinging his feet up onto it. "Scene over. You may go."
    "Sir!" Nick exclaimed, outraged. "I have to wear this until then?"
    "I believe I warned you that you weren't always going to like everything I require of you, or didn't I?" Damian asked mildly. He was enjoying the sight of his young assistant, indignantly taking him to task, having completely forgotten he was standing there naked, with his hands behind his head.
    "No, you didn't," Nick gritted between