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down. Would you like that, pet?"
    "Yes, please, sir," Nick said urgently through trembling lips.
    "Perhaps, later then, if you're very good," Damian promised and threaded a finger through the ring of one cuff, leading Nick to the door.

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    After dinner, a dinner during which Nick didn't say very much but just watched Damian with restless anxiety, Damian led the way into the darkened studio. He locked the outer door and turned to survey his sub.
    "Strip."
    One word, and his cock was hard and aching as he hastened to strip off his clothing. Finally he stood naked before his Top.
    Damian pointed at the floor. Nick sank down gracefully, clasping his hands behind him.
    "Pet, so far we have been playing at this. I'm going to take you a bit further. A play spanking can be erotic but I am going to take you flying, so high you'll never have felt anything like it." He paused and strolled around the kneeling boy. Damian pulled his hands together behind his back and linked the D rings on the cuffs. "Feel how helpless you are, on your knees to me, waiting for me to decide what to do to you?"
    Nick shuddered and took in a thrilled breath, waiting for whatever would come next. Damian surprised him then, leaning down to stroke his aching cock gently, before slipping a cock ring onto him.
    "That will keep you safe, pet," Damian said smugly.
    Nick groaned with frustration.
    Damian chuckled. "There will be no release for you tonight, pet. Instead, tonight you will serve me. Tomorrow, I'll have you over that bench and I'll set your pretty little bottom on fire. That will give you something to look forward to."
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    Damian circled the boy, standing behind him to stroke Nick's curls, running his fingers through the thick glossy hair.
    "Have you missed the taste of me, pet? Because I have missed the warmth of your mouth around me."
    He unbuckled his belt, drawing it out of his pants, doubling it and making it snap. He smiled as he saw Nick's buttocks flex involuntarily at the sound. "Not tonight, pet. Tomorrow.
    Make love to my cock with your mouth."
    He walked in front of the boy, lazily stroking the proud flesh, standing out from his body. Nick's gaze was fixed on the photographer's cock, licking his lips. Damian smiled to see the eagerness of his boy.
    "I'm inclined to be merciful tonight, for tomorrow you will taste the whip," Damian said throatily. "So I won't make you beg to taste me."
    He stepped closer and Nick sighed happily as he was able to reach the other man's erection with his tongue. Tentatively he swept his tongue over the head.
    Looking up he saw Damian looking at him with an intense expression that he couldn't quite read. He sucked the head of Damian's cock into his mouth, gratified to see the look on the older man's face change to one of unconstrained lust.
    Being bound, naked, and on his knees paradoxically made him feel free. He had only one obligation: to fulfill his master's desires. Nick tried to remember everything that had pleased him in the few blow jobs he'd received in his life and applied his experience. He found the swollen vein on the underside of Damian's cock, pressing it flat with his tongue and feeling it refill. The little moan that accompanied his 212

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    action told him he had found a sensitive spot. He swirled his tongue around the head, sucking hungrily.
    Varying the speed and tempo, Nick opened his mouth and shielded his teeth with his lips, bobbing his head on the hard length.
    The effect of the mere sight of Nick, his lips glistening as he concentrated on providing him with pleasure, caressing his cock with his lips curved so prettily around it, took Damian by surprise. He groaned and cupped the back of Nick's head, thrusting into his mouth.
    Nick could do nothing but submit, holding his mouth open and relaxing his throat to receive Damian's thrusts.
    The older man lost control and came with a sharp cry, emptying himself into the hot mouth. His trembling hands caressed Nick's hair, keeping him in place until Damian had himself back under control.
    He patted Nick's head. "Thank you, pet." Damian turned away to arrange his clothing, uneasily aware that although he was fully clothed and Nick was exposed, that somehow he was the one feeling vulnerable.
    He turned back. "If you were an experienced sub, pet, we would negotiate our encounter for tomorrow. But you don't yet know enough to set limits for