A Strong Hand

younger man.
    "On your feet and follow me," he ordered.
    Nick rose to his feet, eyes downcast, eagerly following the photographer into the back of the studio. Damian pulled some tall stand-reflectors out of the way, revealing a black leather harness of some kind, suspended from sturdy hooks in the beams by steel chains.
    Nick eyed it nervously, but so far he had enjoyed the fearful anticipation that Damian knew so well how to build, leading him inevitably to pleasures he had never dreamed of.
    "That is a sling, pet," Damian said. He pushed the shaped leather platform with a finger, setting it swaying. Padded leather cuffs were attached to each chain, swinging with the motion of the apparatus.
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    Nick couldn't take his eyes off it; he wondered how it would feel, to be spread apart and bound into the sling, helpless and available for whatever Damian desired to do to him. A delicate shiver passed through his body even while he wondered how one got into it.
    He jumped when he felt Damian's strong hands at his waist, and then he was being lifted and almost tossed into the sling like a ragdoll. Damian grinned as Nick grabbed at the chains to steady himself.
    "Slide down toward me, pet."
    Damian's hands closed around each ankle, yanking Nick forward until his arse was hanging over the edge of the black leather. It felt cool and slick on his skin, causing him to shiver slightly.
    Damian held Nick's gaze and ordered, "Watch me as I bind you into the restraints."
    Nick nodded silently, watching as one of his legs was lifted and strapped into the cuff on the nearest chain. The cuff was quite long, reaching halfway up his calf, the black leather supple against his skin. Damian gave his thigh a little pat after his ankle was buckled in.
    Leaving the other leg free for the moment, Damian circled to Nick's head, to place a pillow under his neck. Nick was grateful for the support the sling afforded his hip. He wished he knew what Damian was planning for him although he dared not ask. Once the scene had started, he knew that he had the power to stop it with a word, but he didn't want it to end prematurely by questioning his Top's intentions.
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    He watched as first one and then the other slim wrist was secured in similar cuffs. Nick twisted his hands slightly, but there was no way to free himself; he was well and truly bound. He felt his heart start to pound in his chest, thundering in his ears with the thrill of being helpless.
    He felt Damian's hands on his free leg, raising his ankle to secure it into the final cuff. The effect made him swallow convulsively; even locked into the spreaders, he had not been so widely spread open, so exposed, so ... accessible.
    Damian paused to admire his handiwork. Nick was beautiful when spread wide and restrained, his caramel skin contrasting with the dull gleam of the leather, his long limbs immobile, his eyes wide with apprehension. Damian stroked the soft skin of Nick's vulnerable inner thighs, watching the boy's hips buck in response.
    Nick moaned at the sensuousness of the fingers tickling the skin in the crease of his groin but avoiding touching his balls or cock before drifting away.
    "So luminescent, like polished gold," Damian gloated, finally allowing his hands to roam over the globes of the bottom exposed to him, his to punish or take, as he desired.
    Knowing that Nick would permit him to do what he wanted was exhilarating and terrifying. The weight of the power resting on him almost made Damian back away, but he couldn't resist Nick's enticing helplessness.
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    realize how accessible he was in his position, spread-eagled and unable to move.
    Damian ran his nails up the inside of one silken thigh. He pinched the soft skin and Nick quivered in response, feeling even more vulnerable. He cried out and arched up off the leather base of the sling when Damian started the beads vibrating again. His cock filled out in response, bobbing with his thrusts in search of some direct stimulation.
    Damian chuckled and scraped his nails gently over Nick's balls. Nick felt the muscles in his stomach tense and his hips flexed in surprise as he felt Damian's hands fasten something