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"And ... and are you claiming me?"
    "I already did. Whenever we're in a scene, you belong to me and you do as I say," Damian said, his voice dropping into the husky drawl that haunted Nick's dreams.
    He felt a little disappointed that Damian was only claiming him during scenes, but he wasn't sure that he really wanted more himself. Did he want to belong to Damian all the time?
    And what would that mean for the rest of his life?
    Damian instinctively knew that something was going on in that busy brain, but he just held Nick on his lap and stroked his back.
    "What else are you going to do to me?" Nick asked hesitantly.
    "If I told you, I couldn't surprise you, now could I?"
    Damian laughed.
    "Is what we're doing ... gay?"
    Damian frowned. "Is that a problem? I'm giving you pleasure, you're giving me pleasure. Do you want a woman doing any of this to you?"
    "No, oh no!" Nick said earnestly, shuddering at the thought of the attractive women who played dominatrixes during the shoot doing ... anything to him. "I was just wondering—"
    "Does it scare you to suspect that you're gay?"
    Nick nodded and then shook his head. "Yes. No. I don't know."
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    "If you find women attractive also, you're probably bi. I'm gay," Damian said. "I only want to fuck beautiful boys like you," he added, cuddling him. Nick stiffened in his arms.
    "You're ... you're going to fuck me? You'll never fit!" he exclaimed fearfully.
    Damian pushed Nick off his lap and pointed at the floor.
    Nick scrambled to kneel, gripping his hands behind him. He hadn't pissed Damian off, had he? The thought of losing all this when he'd only started exploring this side of himself scared him.
    "I will do whatever I want to you. I don't have to discuss it. I will decide what will please me and then you'll do it. Is that clear?"
    Nick nodded, swallowing convulsively.
    "Will you submit to me?"
    "Yes, sir," came the soft answer.
    "Am I frightening you, Nicholas?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good." Damian relaxed, taking in the deliciously submissive lines of the body drooping in front of him. "Do you trust me?"
    Without needing time to think, the answer spilled out of his mouth, surprising even Nick. "Yes, sir."
    Damian stood up and stretched, his mouth gaping open in a yawn. "We're shooting tomorrow, even though it's Saturday. Are you busy or can you come?" He smirked at the double meaning.
    "I'll be here, sir," Nick said, his soft voice hopeful.
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    "Be here at nine. Don't be late. All right. Get off home and have a good night's rest."
    Nick stood up, his head awhirl.
    On the tube he crossed his legs as he stood, hanging onto the strap, trying to keep his unruly dick under control. There was just too much to think about. Ashley was worried about him getting hurt, even though he was doing things that did hurt. He had sucked a man's cock for the first time, on his knees. He'd been spanked and had fingers up his arsehole, fucking him while Damian had jacked him off. He'd worn a collar briefly and had clamps attached to his nipples.
    And Damian was planning to fuck him! And he'd agreed to it! What was going on with him? The only thing he was sure of was that he was more aroused and yet more satisfied than he'd ever been in his life, now that he'd given himself to this man.
    He wondered what the next day would bring.
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Chapter Seven
    "I don't think so, dude," Derek said, shaking his head. "It looks ridiculous on you."
    Nick popped his head into the bathroom and giggled at his reflection in the mirror. The collar he was wearing looked as if it was designed to restrain a ferocious Rottweiler, not him; it was thick and sturdy, studded with silver spikes, ridiculous around his slender throat.
    "Let me see," Ashley called out, while he adjusted another around Markie's neck.
    Nick turned around and Ashley laughed. "No, that one's not for you, lad. Take it off him, Derek."
    Derek went to unbuckle the collar. "Ashley had some other ones made, lighter ones. He said they were for you. Know where they are?"
    "I think Damian has them," Nick murmured, his face flushing. He didn't meet Derek's eyes.
    "So, are you two dating?" Derek asked bluntly.
    Nick blushed harder but he looked Derek in the eye and asked, "Are you dating Ashley?"
    "Nope," Derek answered cheerfully. He tossed the collar into the box with the others. "We did for a while, but he's into all this S&M crap and it