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chastised him. He pushed another bead in, watching with pleasure as Nick's entrance pulsed with the penetration. The boy was writhing now, but Damian proceeded as if nothing unusual was happening.
    Teasingly, Damian put the entire string of beads up Nick's ass, one at a time. The tiny yips that the boy made when they rubbed over his prostate were delicious, but Damian anticipated that by the time he removed them, Nick would be very hot and bothered indeed.
    The beads were graduated in size and the final one stretched Nick fully. He gasped and ground his cock against the hard surface of the desk, wondering what the fuck Damian was stuffing up his arse.
    Finally the hand holding him down was removed and with a final pat to the pink cheeks, Damian said, "You may stand up, pet."
    Nick pushed himself up from the desk, feeling a curious full feeling, but not like when Damian had fucked him. "What are they, sir?"
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    "Anal beads," Damian said with a wicked grin. "Pull up your pants."
    "You mean, you're not...?" Nick reluctantly pulled his jeans up and fastened them around his hips.
    "Shh, pet, let me demonstrate," Damian said, and pulled a slender plastic remote out of his pocket. He flicked the switch and Nick froze when the vibration started inside him.
    "Fuck!" he cried out, unable to control the exclamation.
    The effect on his prostate was startling and arousing. His cock strained upward in response and he clutched at himself, pressing on the bulge.
    "Ah, ah. Hands off, pet," Damian crooned. He pulled the boy closer and outlined his cock by drawing a finger around the bulge. "This belongs to me. You only touch this when I say you may."
    "Please, sir, please," Nick pleaded.
    "You are so very pretty when you beg, pet," Damian observed, watching Nick's hand stray toward his crotch again.
    He turned off the remote and Nick sighed in relief. "I see you need your backside warmed up again to remind you to keep your hands off."
    He pulled the wooden chair away from the wall. "Bend over, hands on the seat, ass out."
    Nick obeyed and flinched as Damian's hand met his arse sharply, giving him four swats.
    "Now remember, you are not to come without my express permission, pet," Damian said. "Stand up."
    Nick stood up shakily, eyeing Damian suspiciously. "You're not going to set that thing off out there, are you?"
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    Damian hadn't actually planned on it, but that was none of Nick's business. "Feeling nice and full, pet?"
    Nick gasped as Damian's hand went into his pocket and the beads started their evil dance inside him. "Yes sir, thank you, sir."
    "Very pretty manners, pet. Well, I have product to shoot.
    And don't worry. This remote has quite a range. I don't actually have to see you in order for you to feel the effects, so perhaps you'd better be on your best behavior, pet. Carry on."
    Damian left the room and Nick leaned weakly against the desk. Then his lips curved in a satisfied smile. Uncle Ashley must have been true to his word; his Top was playing with him again. He pulled downward on his balls, hoping to calm himself to the point where he could walk straight again.

    * * * *
    While Damian and Nick were getting reacquainted, Derek had approached Ashley with tragic eyes, but said nothing, merely handing him the box he'd been sent to bring.
    Ashley knew something was wrong right away and he meant to establish at once whether Derek could accept being in a D/s relationship.
    "Well, boy?"
    Derek shook his head, but answered, "Nick was kneeling to you."
    "And?"
    Derek struggled with his own feelings of jealousy. "I didn't like it."
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    "Because he was in your place?" Ashley asked quietly. "Is that what you want, Derek? To be on your knees to me?"
    "I—I don't know," Derek confessed.
    Ashley said, "Look here, in every relationship, power flows back and forth between the partners, but usually one person takes the lead. In the lifestyle, the roles are just more clearly defined. In some ways, it's easier to get what you want.
    There's a vocabulary, a ritual to the exchange of power. I don't know that I can give it up, but I haven't the right to order you to try all this out. I think you would enjoy it, but I won't force you."
    "Why? What makes you think I'd like ... being spanked?"
    Derek spat in disgust.
    Ashley sighed. "Derek, do you find it easy being gay?"
    "Well, it depends. Around you and Damian and Nick, it's not difficult at all.