A Strong Hand

wet and warm trace the lines of fire across his arse, finding his valley and sliding downward to his pulsating hole. He moaned incoherently, unable to do much more than raise his arse slightly.
    Warm hands held his hips, fingers digging into his flesh while Damian's tongue found his opening, licking it softly.
    Nick had never felt anything to match the feeling and he pleaded for more inarticulately, his voice more of a keening song than anything.
    The tongue probed at his hole, pushing at the tight ring, and Nick felt himself yield under the tender invasion. The slick muscle of Damian's tongue entered him, delicately penetrating and exploring, flicking in and out.
    Cool slippery fingers smoothed gel over the burning welts on his bottom, sliding to his hole and pushing inside next to the tongue, twisting and opening him. He had nothing to do but submit, bound as he was.
    He felt Damian's fingers on his inner thighs, sliding up to cup his balls and caress them. And then something large and blunt, pressed to his opening, stretching his hole to his limit.
    Nick surrendered to the invasion, feeling the hands that controlled his pleasure and his pain moving over his body, finding his cock, holding it.
    Damian entered his boy slowly, pushing all the way in, and withdrawing with equal slowness, until only the tip was held 220

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    inside by the tight opening. He thrust hard then, sliding back in one powerful glide.
    Nick was moaning constantly, unaware that he was making a sound. He struggled to impale himself, pulling against his restraint, not wanting to free himself but rather to feel the reassurance of the bonds that anchored him. The pain was but a burning memory now, drowned in the pleasure that flooded his body. He was flying, higher than Damian had ever taken him before, a slave to the cock driving inside him. A touch of that shaft brushing over the seat of his pleasure drove his orgasm to blossom slowly inside him. He was so relaxed, he didn't strain for it; he allowed it to come to him, slowly building until the crescendo of ecstasy echoed through his body like an unearthly note of music.
    Damian released the ring of leather from around his cock, and Nick convulsed as he felt the surge of his master's release inside him, even through the condom. And then he was falling into darkness with an orgasm more intense than he had ever experienced.

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    Damian collapsed, sweaty and panting for air over the slender body beneath him. Nick had clenched around his cock with such power that he'd had no control over his own climax, helplessly pouring his seed within the boy as they came at the same time. The warmth of the body under his, pliant and supple, was comforting as he floated in his own post-orgasmic haze.
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    He stroked the boy's slender flank, his palm cupping the curve of Nick's scarred hip, thinking, The conquerer and the conquered, but who is playing which role?
    He stood up, pulling his cock free from the unconscious boy and disposing of the condom. Quickly Damian released the cuffs and caressed the beautiful face, lips curved in a satisfied smile while Nick's chest fluttered shallowly with each breath he took.
    Damian picked the boy up and carried him to the office, wrapping him in a soft blanket and holding him in his arms, rocking Nick as he drifted in the afterglow.
    Nick opened his eyes and smiled sweetly.
    "Flying high, baby?" Damian asked softly.
    "Oh, yeah," Nick purred and snuggled closer. "I've never felt anything like that."
    Damian said simply, "I'm glad."
    "Thank you, sir," Nick sighed.
    "Nicky, the scene is over. I'm Damian and you're Nick now," the older man said, cuddling his boy.
    "Thank you anyway, Damian," Nick said drowsily.
    "Come on, baby. Let's get you dressed and home," Damian said, raising Nick to a seated position.
    Nick winced as his backside met the couch. "Ow."
    Damian chuckled, amused. "You've got three beautiful welts to remember me by."
    "No danger of me forgetting you." Nick shifted to lean on the arm of the couch, exploring the raised flesh gingerly with his fingertips, a bemused expression on his face. "Why did I agree to this again?"
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    Damian turned his face, holding his chin in place while he gazed deep into his eyes. "To live on the edge, Nicholas. Isn't that what you've always wanted? To feel the rush, the thrill of fear, that moment when pain turns to pleasure and you're