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other one off? He couldn't do it in front of everyone, especially after they had all seen his reaction, captured forever on film.
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    Damian came to the rescue. "Come with me, Nick."
    Nick heard a couple of snickers behind his back, but he was too desperate to get the damn thing taken off to care whether they were laughing at him. He hurried after Damian, praying that the older man wasn't going to send him home with this new torture device still affixed to him.
    Damian led them to his office and closed the door. "Come here, Nick," he said kindly.
    He turned Nick around and backed the boy up against his chest, clamping him with one arm around his waist, pinning both his arms to his side. "You know this will hurt."
    Nick nodded. He arched and yipped when Damian released the second clamp, grateful for the other man's warmth against his back. Damian tossed the clamps onto his desk with a clatter and soothingly massaged both reddened nubs.
    Nick relaxed against him, feeling a solid warmth nudging his buttocks. Had Damian been turned on by watching? His own cock was pulsing in time to the throb in his nipples, and he was beginning to enjoy the sensation of Damian's fingers rubbing him.
    A husky whisper assured him. "We'll play later, babe. Have to get back to work now."
    With one last caress, Damian pushed Nick gently away from him, chuckling quietly at the lust-glazed look on his face. "Pull yourself together and come out when you're ready.
    We have one more shot for today."
    He bent to swipe at one reddened nipple with his tongue before he walked out, and Nick's hand went right to his cock, rubbing himself through the leather trousers.
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    The door opened, and he jumped, snatching his hand away, fearful of being caught.
    "Don't come until I permit you," Damian ordered, and he vanished.

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    The studio was quiet at last. Nick sat at the table in the kitchen, feeling a bit limp. He'd worn the cage for more than twenty-four hours, which had kept him from having an erection, only to be followed by a day of heightened arousal and dread, where he'd been kept hard more or less continuously.
    He was hungry. He was tired. And he was horny as fuck.
    Damian came out of the office, glancing at his assistant.
    "You look tired. Do you want to go home?"
    "What are my choices?" Nick asked. "If I go home can I jerk off?"
    Damian laughed. "If you like. Or I could do it for you."
    Nick sat up, looking a bit more alert. "Would you?"
    "Not right off the bat," Damian teased. "I'm hungry. Feel like Indian takeout?"
    "Yeah," Nick agreed eagerly. "Want me to go round and collect it?"
    "No, we'll have them deliver. I'd like to talk to you anyway." Damian turned and walked into his office. After a moment, he stuck his head out. "Well?"
    "You didn't say to follow you," Nick pointed out, hurrying to join his boss.
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    Damian rolled his eyes. "Unless I call a scene, you can just act regular, Nick." He shuffled the menus in the drawer and pulled one out, picking up the phone to place his order. Then he leaned back, stretching both arms over his head. "What's bothering you?"
    "You're—you're my boss," Nick said uneasily, "And also, my ... my ... what are you?"
    Damian smiled compassionately. "I see your problem.
    We've switched gears a little too fast. But I didn't want to just lay down a set of rules all at once. However, we'll have a few now. First of all, as your boss, I can ask you to go for coffee or takeaway, and that's reasonable. I can't tell you what to do with your body; that would be illegal. I won't force you into anything or to have sex with me. You're of age and you have the right to leave at any time, if you wish. You're also working for me as a model for a sex toy catalog. In that capacity I can direct you to strike a pose, but you still have the right to refuse to do anything that makes you uncomfortable."
    "It was a little close out there today," Nick muttered.
    "I know. I shouldn't have done that to you, and I apologize. From now on, I'll let you experience whatever it is and let you make the call on whether you're willing to do it on film."
    "You're sorry?" Nick breathed, his eyes wide.
    "Yeah. What?" Damian asked, bewildered.
    "Are you supposed to say you're sorry when you're a ... a
    ... master?"
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