“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.
“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 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!
“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 pressed a finger inside the small opening in one steady thrust, listening with pleasure to the moans that greeted him. Nick writhed as much as his restrained limbs allowed, the warm fingers feeling so good after the cool, unyielding plastic of the beads.
He gasped, unable to simply relax to the intruder, fighting the slow advance until he felt Damian’s hand on his thigh, stroking soothingly up to his hip.
“Relax your muscles, pet. Let me slide in nice and easy.”
Finally Nick was able to relax when he became accustomed once again to the feeling of being filled, the fingers sliding in and out of him, stroking over his secret spot. When the fingers slid free, he moaned at the loss.
Damian walked to stand behind Nick’s head, lowering the strap supporting his neck so the boy’s head lay further back.
Unzipping his jeans, Damian pushed his erection between the boy’s lips, and Nick gasped for air as his mouth was filled by Damian’s cock.
Damian grasped the chains, gently swinging Nick away from him. “Relax your throat, pet. Open wide and flatten your tongue. You can take me all. Use that sweet mouth, suck me. You’ve got it all now.”
Nick relaxed his throat, concentrating on the husky voice directing him. The feel of Damian’s hard hands holding him still, combined with his helpless position, made him aware of how badly he needed to come, but he couldn’t until his master allowed it. Nick focused on giving Damian pleasure although he was almost dizzy with conflicting sensation. All at once something shut off in his brain and his only reality was Damian, giving him pleasure. He licked eagerly as the cock was thrust in and out of his mouth with every movement of the sling.
Damian saw the moment of peace and submission on the beautiful face, and gently pulled his cock away from Nick’s lips. He raised the boy’s head again, wanting him to be able to watch as he fucked him, before he went to stand between Nick’s wide-spread legs, watching the smooth chest, shiny with sweat, heaving with exertion. Damian watched the tense and pull of lean muscle under velvet skin as Nick strained at the cuffs binding him.
Damian pushed the sling, allowing his hands to smooth over Nick’s exposed skin, teasing the pulsating opening with his cock whenever the movement brought Nick near enough.
With a quick thrust of his hips, Damian pushed inside Nick’s hole, feeling the flutter of the inner muscles adjusting around him. He set the sling swaying again, a slight movement that allowed him to penetrate Nick anew with each swing. He released his own cock ring, his teasing of Nick having been prolonged enough that he himself was aching with need.
Every time Nick swung away, Damian’s cock would slip out of his well-lubricated arse, and with each return movement, he was penetrated anew. The feeling of being breached repeatedly by the hard shaft was deliciously arousing, causing his cock to strain against the leather, leaking pearly drops from the tip.
Nick watched between his outstretched legs, fascinated with Damian’s face as he felt himself penetrated again and again, the warm, living cock feeling so good after the unyielding plastic. Dimly he remembered that he had worried about being gay, but now that he knew the intensity of the sensation of being fucked, having his prostate stimulated by this man taking him while his cock was stroked, he couldn’t care less. He only wanted more.
He watched Damian’s hand, strong, slender, as long fingers slowly unwrapped the leather from his cock. Pain skittered along the edge of pleasure as the blood in his cock began to circulate freely again. Finally he was free and panting with the slow build of ecstasy.
Damian grasped the chains in his hands and changed the motion of the sling, thrusting into Nick with short, hard strokes. Nick watched the intent look on the photographer’s face as he chased his orgasm until finally Damian gasped an order. “Come with me!”
At that moment Nick felt the hot burst of seed jetting into the condom and Damian’s hand on
his cock; he clenched his arse hard, spraying streamers of cum over his stomach, and crying out loudly with his release.
Damian sighed, watching the slender boy tremble with the aftermath of his climax. He felt his own knees wobble, but the long tease had been worth it.
Presently a hoarse voice from the sling asked, “Can we do that again, sir?”
Damian laughed shakily. “Yes, baby. After a long rest.” Under his breath, he added, “You’re going to be the death of me and then the joke will be on Ashley.”
When he was able to control his legs, Damian pulled out gently and started to fumble at the restraints, slowly setting Nick free.
Nick’s numb limbs dropped from their cuffs as he dreamily watched the older man chafe his arms and legs to restore the feeling to them.
Damian swept Nick up into his arms and stood, holding him that way for a moment, before letting him down to stand. Gently he kissed the boy, taking possession of his lips, delving deeply to conquer the sweet mouth.
“I don’t want to hurt your hip again,” he whispered. “How about if I take you home and fuck you there?”
“That would be good, sir,” Nick whispered back, before kissing Damian.
Chapter 11
NICK’S SKIN was shimmering with sweat as he knelt, his hands gripping the headboard where Damian had placed them. The older man knelt between his legs, his knees spreading Nick’s, keeping him splayed open.
The boy’s ass was still pink and warm to the touch as Damian’s hands roamed over his round cheeks. He sat back on his heels, letting his thumbs brush over the boy’s entrance. “Still so tight,” Damian marveled. “So beautiful.”
He watched the boy writhe with each soft touch, his hole pulsating under the gentle attention. He had it in mind to draw this out, teasing Nick further, but his own need to sink his cock into the tight sheath drove him to hasten his preparation.
He didn’t stretch Nick but he made sure he was well lubricated before rolling a condom over his shaft. He slicked his erection with lube and positioned himself at the entrance.
Nick grunted and strained as Damian pushed him forward, entering him in one forceful thrust, sinking fully inside him. He felt that the other man’s cock owned him, and had done so ever since the first time he’d been taken; he arched his back, submitting to Damian’s control. His skin tingled all over, tiny bolts of electricity running through him with the bigger body covering his.
He felt Damian’s hand on his erection and mindlessly rocked back and forth, fucking the hand that held him, while Damian fucked him in turn.
Damian marveled at how well they fit together and then he had no thoughts to spare as the tight heat sucked him inside, the muscles rippling around him as if they would never let him go. He thrust faster and deeper, pounding Nick’s ass without a thought but for his own pleasure.
The speed of each drive set Nick on fire, the warmth inside his arse spreading through him, inside and out. He braced himself, eager to receive Damian’s cock, thrilled to be giving his lover such pleasure. He lifted his arse higher and Damian’s cock reached even deeper, finding a better angle.
He moaned as Damian pushed inside him a final time, his hands gripping Nick’s waist as he came with a low sigh. After a few moments, the photographer sank back onto his heels, taking Nick with him so the younger man was settled on his lap, still impaled on his cock.
He held the boy against his chest, one hand on his throat. He could feel Nick swallow and the pulse throbbing under the velvet skin as his other hand stroked him gently, caressing his rampant cock. Damian ran his hand over Nick’s rigid flesh, whispering, “Come for me, baby. Come now!”
He could feel the slim body in his arms tense and the pearly fluid spurted from Nick’s cock as he arched and jerked against Damian. From memory, the photographer replayed the look of ecstasy on the beautiful face in his mind’s eye, holding Nick tightly against him, soothing him through the tremors of his orgasm until the boy was completely relaxed.
Gently he turned the boy’s face, kissing him softly. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me, Nicky. So responsive.”
“You make me feel like I’m flying when I come and you’re holding me like this,” Nick whispered, without opening his eyes. “I never thought… it could feel this way… this good.”
Damian held him silently, feeling his heart slow down and his breaths become deeper. His softening cock fell out of Nick with a rude sound and the boy giggled. Damian kissed him one more time and said, “Let me get a washcloth, and then you can go to sleep, babe.”
He washed his hands and came back to clean off Nick’s stomach and chest before sliding under the 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.
THE NEXT morning in the shower, Nick found out how much a spanking could sting on a wet bottom before Damian pinned 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.
“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.”
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 even I don’t think I’d like to prance about in bright yellow leather trousers,” Nick grinned. He reached to touch the wine leather cuff. “Perhaps that dark red might be nice.”
Damian brought himself firmly under control. “Well, better get changed. Markie’s ready and I have to buckle him in. Good thing I own horses, what with all this harness to deal with.”
Nick almost snorted his water through his nose. “It is a bit… horsey, isn’t it?”
“Wait’ll you see what I can do with a riding crop, pet,” Damian purred, watching Nick’s lashes flicker quickly. “Go! Get dressed or—”
“I’m going,” Nick said, twitching his backside away from Damian’s hand and sticking out his tongue. He wondered pleasurably what Damian would do to pay him for that later.
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