A Strong Hand

palm cupping his arse, rubbing slowly over the curve, and then a slap. It stung and heat rushed to the site, but it didn't really hurt. Nick had to control himself when he pictured how this must look, him kneeling with his naked bum hanging out, accessible to the other man's explorations while Damian was completely dressed, touching him as he pleased.
    He jumped when he felt teeth nibbling at the nape of his neck. Damian's hand left his back, leaving Nick disoriented and alone in the dark. The next touch was to the inside of his thigh, nails lightly scratching up from his knee to just next to his balls. He shivered and moved his legs together.
    "Shall I get the spreaders?" Damian observed the flush that spread over Nick's backside in response to his words.
    Slowly he pried the boy's legs apart and held them. "Perhaps I will. I like how you look in them, helpless and vulnerable."
    Nick listened to his footsteps fade and return. This time he was prepared for the chill of the ankle cuffs as Damian locked his feet to the bar.
    "Try it, pet. You will not be able to close your legs. The bar is keeping you spread open for me."
    Nick shifted but he couldn't close his legs. He was very aware of the cool rush of air on his balls, swinging slightly with his movements.
    "Keep those hands right where they are. I would prefer not to restrain you fully. Why will you leave your hands there?"
    "Because you told me to, sir," Nick answered.
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    "Very good," Damian said. Nick's body was incredibly beautiful bent over compliantly, glowing in the dim light with a light sheen of sweat.
    He ran a hand down the back of one thigh and then threaded his fingers through Nick's curls, pulling his head back as Markie had done earlier. He saw the tendons stand out in the boy's neck as he held him in place. Finally Damian bent to claim the beautiful mouth, biting the lower lip gently before driving his tongue inside. He explored the sweet mouth thoroughly, mapping the teeth and lips, meeting Nick's tongue and conquering it, establishing his dominance. Finally he released the boy's lips, and took the tiny moan of desire as his tribute.
    He let Nick go and the curly head dropped forward to rest on the back of the couch while the young man panted softly, trying to recover his breath.
    Nick arched up and howled when he felt warm lips close around one of his nipples. Teeth tugged on the delicate flesh while Damian's tongue moved rapidly, stimulating the nipple to a sharp peak. He had taken care not to touch Nick in any other way, so that when he released him, the young man was disoriented, not knowing where to expect the next touch.
    Damian stood up to prowl around the beautiful boy again, aiming four swift smacks at the defenseless ass. He was delighted to see Nick raise his bottom to meet each slap after the first one.
    "Arch your back. Lift up your ass to me, pet," Damian whispered, his quiet voice a contrast to the crisp blows.
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    Nick did so and felt Damian's hands slide along the curve of his ribs, spanning his waist.
    "So slender and beautiful. I could break you. But I won't.
    I'd rather keep you for a while," Damian mused. "Am I making you hard?"
    "God, yes, sir," Nick groaned. His neglected cock was standing up to his belly and his balls were quivering with sensory overload. Both of Damian's hands were sliding over his skin, sending little electrical jolts of pleasure through him.
    He hadn't realized that every part of him was an erogenous zone, but the tender caresses, sharp pinches, sudden smacks, and the occasional warm softness of Damian's lips or tongue had him completely aroused, and yet the man hadn't even touched his cock or balls yet.
    Damian nipped at the back of Nick's arm and felt the muscle tremble, as if it could no longer hold the boy in position.
    He slid his hand over the curve of Nick's buttock and asked, "Shall I spank you? Perhaps I shall, just because I can.
    Just because I want to. I like to see you jump and wiggle and squirm when I'm making your bottom smart. I'm going to spank you so hard you won't sit down tomorrow. Is that what you'd like?"
    "If it would please you, sir," Nick whispered. His heart was pounding. He remembered that it hurt, but his cock was aching now, throbbing with the desire to feel Damian's hand on his heated flesh. He wanted this badly.
    And then the hand met his arse with a resounding snap, and it stung and smarted, but Nick wanted