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sheets to take his boy in his arms
    Nick cuddled close to Damian, possessively draping an arm and a leg over the other man. Damian smiled in the dark.
    Ashley was right. Nick might think that Damian owned him, but he had taken possession of the older man, filling his senses with his beauty and sweet nature. As Nick was discovering himself through Damian's domination, Damian was realizing that he himself was lost. He tightened his arms around Nick, who let out a contented snort, which made silent laughter bubble up inside Damian.
    Better to have had Nick for a brief time than never to have known him at all, Damian told himself, hoping it was true and it wouldn't hurt too horribly when his beautiful boy eventually left him. They all did, in the end.

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    him to the wall and fucked him until he screamed with pleasure.
    His awareness of his own pleasure was increasing, along with their mastery of each other's bodies. But still, Nick could not help feeling that it was all transitory ... and that soon Damian would wish for a new toy to begin with all over again.
    Surely there was a limit to how good one could feel in this world, and how long it could be sustained without boredom settling in?
    But for now all he could do was keep his worries to himself and enjoy the time he had with the man who was rapidly consuming his very body and soul.

    * * * *
    "Restraints," Ashley said with relish. He held up a pair of cuffs made from pink leather and studded with silver.
    Damian reached for them and laughed. "Velcro closures?
    Ashley. Come on."
    Ashley beamed at him. "Something for everyone, from the lazy to the disabled. They should be able to practice bondage in the privacy of their own home even if they can't manage a buckle."
    "Very true," Damian admitted. "I hadn't thought of that."
    He touched another set, made from soft, wine-red glove leather, and lined with black velvet. Solid metal buckles were joined by silver D rings. They were sleek and wide; he imagined how Nick's wrists would look in these, joined together behind his back.
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    "Look at this set," Ashley said. "It's a belt that goes around the sub's waist, and then his arms are crossed behind him in cuffs at the waist. An optional attachment leads to a collar.
    And it can be adjusted to fit the thighs, with the wrists cuffed to them."
    "Very creative," Damian approved. His eyes got a faraway look as he started to compose a shot in his mind. "Perhaps Markie in black again; he might do well with the collar and belt."
    "And red for Nick?" Ashley asked slyly.
    "Green for Derek?" Damian sniped back.
    "Perhaps, in time," Ashley said, his eyes softening as he went to join the younger man in the kitchen.
    Markie sulked as he waited to be given his next costume.
    He had rather hoped that Ashley might take a fancy to him after the first night they spent together and then this short, pudgy kid with the amazing eyes had come along, ruining everything.
    Damian took in the signs of an incipient brat attack and quietly said to Markie, "Don't even think about it. You're being paid to model, not get your rocks off. Save it for a club."
    Markie nodded, but couldn't help adding, "Not many can swing a cane like Ashley."
    "Left you smarting and sighing for more, did he?" Damian asked, nodding sympathetically. "I don't think you want to make him angry with unprofessional behavior though. That might have a more lasting impact on your wallet than your backside."
    "You're right," Markie sighed. "A hard Top is good to find."
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    Damian laughed. "Go get into your costume and right back out so we can truss you up."
    Markie flashed him a rueful smile. "You have no idea how hard these types of shoots make me."
    "We have cages or rings, if you need a little help," Damian said with a grin.
    "It's okay. I can hold out." Markie went to change.
    "Anything for me today?" Nick asked, his mouth watering as he watched Damian slide the supple leather cuffs through his slender fingers.
    "I think I'd like to see you in these," Damian said thoughtfully. "Get Ashley to find you a pair of those low-rise leather trousers. Black is fine."
    "They only come in black," Nick sighed. "So unimaginative."
    Damian laughed. "What color would you like if you could choose?"
    "Well, yellow is my favorite, but