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around his hard shaft. He lifted his head and watched as Damian wound a flat ribbon of leather around the length of his cock, leaving only the head visible. Damian twisted the leather around Nick's balls, and the boy squirmed, feeling the stretch of the restraint on his delicate skin.
    "You are not to come until I permit it, pet. Is that clear?"
    "Yes, sir," Nick said, his voice shaking with the vibration from the beads. He sighed with relief when they were turned off, only to realize that now the throbbing of his bound cock and balls was that much more insistent.
    Damian used his nails to flick at the younger man's nipples, running his fingers lightly over his chest and stomach, right along the iliac furrow and down long legs to the ankle cuffs, massaging the arches of his feet.
    Nick jumped when he felt the first bead pulled out of his arse, his hole clenching before allowing the bead to pass through. He moaned as the rest of the beads moved in concert inside him, brushing over his prostate.
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    "Keep squirming like that, pet, and I might have to have you before I finish taking these out," Damian observed, watching the rounded cheeks wriggle. He was thankful that he'd thought to wear a cock ring himself; otherwise this would not last long.
    Mischievously, Damian reached for the remote.
    Nick squeaked and groaned as the vibration took him by surprise. His hips thrust convulsively, driving his leaking erection up at the ceiling as he raised his arse off the sling, setting it swinging gently.
    "None of that, pet," Damian said reprovingly. "I didn't tell you that you could come, now did I?"
    "No, sir," Nick gasped. "But please, I don't think I can—"
    "Of course, you can, pet. I'll help you," Damian said.
    Leaving the beads vibrating, he brought his hand down on Nick's ass smartly, the sting countering the stimulation from the beads. After four swats, he turned the beads off.
    Nick sagged limply in the sling, panting for air. With agonizing slowness, Damian pulled on the string until another bead popped out. Nick's hips bucked and he groaned at the sensation of the beads moving inside him, stretching him.
    Damian reached for the boy, finding his hard cock and wiping drops of precum over the engorged head with his thumb. At the same time, with his other hand, he slowly pulled the string of beads free one by one. The feeling of the beads passing against the sensitive inner walls and the stimulation of Damian's hand on his cock was too much for Nick. He bucked impotently, setting the leather platform 196

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    swinging; with the restraint wrapped around his cock his groin tingled with need but he couldn't come.
    Damian observed the helpless thrusting of Nick's hips and said, "Your pleasure and your pain belong to me, pet. I will decide which you feel and when. Your only thoughts should be how you might please me, how best to submit to me."
    Nick was almost past speech. "Yes, sir," he gasped, his lashes fluttering rapidly.
    Damian moved away and Nick took a deep breath, bracing for whatever might come next. Damian had mentioned pain more than once and Nick was a little afraid of what the older man had planned for him. He clenched his buttocks, feeling hollow after having the beads inside him most of the day.
    "Feeling a little empty, pet?" Damian asked as if he'd read Nick's mind. "Could I persuade you to let me fill you another way?" Damian asked, his voice rasping with promise.
    "I'm not sure you deserve to after teasing me all day, sir,"
    Nick said, almost primly.
    Damian was stunned into silence for a moment and then he couldn't help but laugh. "You don't say no to me, pet. Who makes the decisions here?"
    "You were mean to me all day," Nick pouted.
    "Perhaps I didn't make my point clearly enough, pet,"
    Damian said, slapping the boy's glowing butt. "Perhaps you need another spanking?"
    "No, no thank you! You're in charge, sir. What you say goes," Nick said hastily, knowing the correct response although he longed to scream, Fuck me! Fuck me hard and right now!
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    "Very nice, pet," Damian approved. "Very polite and submissive."
    Nick jumped as cool fingers, slick with lube, circled his tender hole, and moved to impale himself, but Damian teased him, always moving just out of his reach, now pinching a nipple, now stroking his thigh, always with that maddening smile of his.
    When Damian thought Nick had been inflamed enough he