A Strong Hand

his Dom voice, and Nick shivered with the illicit thrill of obeying his orders in front of other people who didn't know. "Yes, sir," he said huskily. He took off his shirt, expecting gasps of surprise, but the other two models were completely blasé about the clamps on his chest.
    "All right, Markie, I want you to grab Nick's hair and pull his head back, so that only the lower half of his face is in the light. Right, like that. And you, Craig, grab Nick's wrist and hold it right about there."
    Damian guided the other model to hold Nick's arm back and slightly away from his body. "Now Markie, when I tell you, reach over and take the right clamp off. Let your hand leave the shot very slowly. I'm shooting film with a motor drive in tandem with the digital so that I can catch the exact moment I'm after. Understand?"
    All three nodded their understanding. Nick felt Markie's fingers thread through his hair, getting a firm grip.
    Damian looked through the viewfinder. "Craig, can you hang onto Nick's other hand as well, so he looks trapped?"
    "Sure thing," the blond called out cheerfully.
    Nick did feel trapped, and so did his cock as it started to grow under the tight leather. He couldn't see beyond the lights, but he knew that Damian and Ashley were looking directly at him, and he bit his lower lip nervously.
    "Don't you dare bite your lip, Nicholas!"
    Nick released his lip and licked it nervously.
    "Good, and action," Damian directed.
    Nick's body jerked when Markie's hand landed on his stomach, sweeping smoothly up his torso until his fingers 98

    A Strong Hand
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    found the clamp. His head was pulled back, and he swallowed hard. Then Markie released the clamp and the combination of a rush of pain along with the knowledge that Damian was watching flooded Nick's senses. He cried out as the explosion of blood returning to his nipple sent shockwaves throughout his body, and his cock got hard enough that he was afraid he might come right there, in front of everyone.
    Damian stopped shooting when Nick was sagging limply in Markie's arms.
    Ashley exclaimed, "That was brilliant! Fucking brilliant!"
    "Let's see if I caught what I wanted. Otherwise we have to do it all over again," Damian said wryly.
    The blond models released Nick, Markie patting him on the back as he staggered. "First time with those?"
    "Yeah," Nick admitted, although he had the impulse to lie and imply that this was nothing new for him.
    "Don't worry; you'll soon be a pro like me," Markie assured him before swaggering off to stand beside Ashley to look at the monitor.
    That only made Nick writhe even more; was everybody in on what was happening to him? What made them think he wasn't merely modeling this shit?
    Nick walked over to stand behind Damian, feeling incredibly self-conscious as the chain swung from the clamp still attached to his other nipple, bumping the loose one against his body as he walked. He wanted to remove the remaining clamp, but he was afraid of yelping again in front of everyone.
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    A Strong Hand
    by Catt Ford
    He watched the monitor as Damian set up the series of digital shots to flip through automatically like a little movie.
    When Markie pulled his head back, Nick saw how the light fell mainly on his neck and chest, leaving his face in shadow.
    Damian stopped the slide show at the exact image he'd been trying to capture. "That's it. That's what I wanted."
    "Brilliant," Ashley breathed in an aroused voice.
    Nick stared at himself, every muscle standing out in sharp relief under smooth skin as his body arched and strained against the hands that imprisoned him. His mouth was open, contorted in pain and pleasure. His hands were in shadow, but you could see just enough detail to know that he was being restrained.
    Markie's hand cast a dark shadow over his chest while a pinpoint of light danced on the metal of the clamp.
    "It's that moment, that exact moment when the sub knows who controls his body," Ashley gloated. "This is going to be the best catalog ever!" Gleefully, he slapped Markie's arse in congratulation, and the blond jumped and yelped, his stripes throbbing anew under the assault. Then Ashley grabbed Nick and hugged him. Nick squeaked as his clamped nipple was crushed to Ashley's chest.
    "Sorry, lad," Ashley said, with a grin and an evil twinkle in his eye. "Forgot about that."
    Nick noticed that Derek was gazing at him with awed respect, but he turned pleading eyes to Damian. How the fuck was he going to get this