Damian paused to stroke over the smooth skin, just blooming pink as the result of his attentions. “I’m going to warm your bottom tonight, pet. You’re going to be squirming, I’m going to make you so hot. I doubt you’ll find it very comfortable to sit tomorrow, but that’s what you’ve agreed to so it’s my pleasure to spank you as much as I like.”
Nick wiggled around on Damian’s lap under the hand that stroked him, pleased to feel the hard bulge under him, but only gasped, “Yes, sir.”
Damian pushed Nick to his knees onto the floor. “Kneel, pet.”
Nick assumed the position, waiting with outward patience, but inwardly quivering with arousal. The short spanking had served only to whet his appetite.
Damian stepped closer and cupped Nick’s chin in his hand, forcing the boy’s head up to look at him. “Look up.” Nick obeyed, surprised when Damian went to his knees, but then he felt the man’s hands at his cock, putting something on him.
Damian stood up. “All right. Eyes down.”
Nick looked down to see a cock ring secured at the base of his organ, circling his balls.
“Just in case you can’t control yourself,” Damian said with an evil grin. “On your feet.”
Nick stood and Damian led him to the wall. “Hands against the wall. Back your feet up, ass out where I can reach it, pet. I’m going to paddle your cute little behind until you’re begging for more.”
When Nick was in position, he felt Damian’s hands running all over his arse, reaching between his legs to find his balls, rolling them between his fingers.
“I’m going to warm you up a bit more before I cool you down, pet,” Damian commented. “Keep those eyes facing front.”
He picked up the paddle and stroked the polished surface in his hands before he stood by the boy’s side, sliding his arm around the slender waist to anchor him, watching the flex of the perfect buttocks. “Ten to start with, pet. We’ll have this little bottom nice and red.”
Nick would have squirmed away had the arm around him not restrained him. He tensed, waiting for the first blow. He flinched as the paddle connected with his backside, anticipating a sharp blow, but Damian brought it down lightly. The snap sounded worse than it felt, each stroke increasing in firmness that sent tingles dancing through his arse.
After ten strokes, Damian ran his hand over the firm buttocks and said, “You’re pinking up nicely, pet. Another ten, I think.”
Nick would have agreed to anything, if only Damian would touch his cock, straining in the ring, begging for attention.
The next ten strokes were harder, snapping against his arse. The sensation vibrated through his body and he wanted more. “More… more… please, sir,” Nick begged.
Damian smiled, well pleased with his pet’s response, enjoying each whimper and moan. He ran his fingers over the heated skin between blows to check that the boy was okay. Nick wriggled as the mixture of pain and pleasure combined into a stinging warmth that throbbed in counterpoint to his trapped cock. All his fears melted away, and he could only feel. He moaned when Damian’s arm released his waist.
“Time to cool you down, pet.”
Nick nodded, unable even to ask what Damian meant. He pushed his arse back, hoping to feel that intense sensation again but instead he gasped with shock when he felt a piece of ice on the back of his neck, trailing slowly down the line of his spine.
“Your bottom looks very hot, pet. And I have so much more planned for you tonight.”
Nick shivered as the ice moved down his back, cold droplets sliding along the curve of his ribs as it melted. He arched his back and hissed as the ice hovered at the top of his cleft. He felt Damian’s feet, pushing his legs wide, opening him for the inexorable progress of the ice between his cheeks. He whimpered as the ice cube cooled his entrance and moved further down to his balls. Damian’s hand held the ice there, lightly cupping his balls, rubbing the melting cube against his delicate skin.
Then the return journey began, moving upward to tantalize the valley between his cheeks.
“You’re so hot, my pet, you’ve melted the ice,” Damian said, sounding very amused. “Perhaps I’d better get you another piece. I’ll just deal with this one first.”
Nick groaned as the blunted sliver of remaining ice was carefully inserted into his arsehole, with a chilling effect. Damian chuckled as he watched his sub squirm in response.
“Your bottom still looks very hot, pet.”
Nick jumped when he felt ice applied to his flaming cheeks, and then sighed with relief. The blaze of heat inside and out was quenched by the ice and it was almost a relief. The contrast was definitely invigorating.
Damian smiled as Nick shivered. “I’m afraid you are too cold now, my pet. Time to set this bottom on fire. You’ve had your paddling; now you’ll get the strap.”
“Please, sir,” Nick pleaded, suddenly afraid.
“Very good. You’re eager for it. Ten with the strap, pet.”
Nick trembled with apprehension, wondering how much this was going to hurt. The first snap of the leather against his arse was a surprise; it landed with a duller thud than the paddle, smacking his flesh with a firmer kick but less of a sting.
Damian was delighted to see Nick push his ass back, as if eager to meet each coming stroke. He continued to deliver every blow that he’d promised, building the boy’s arousal skillfully, caressing his skin between every slap. Nick arched his head back, gasping as the tension, the need to come, coiled more tightly inside him with every opposing sensation. The contrast between the pleasure and pain set every nerve dancing under his skin and his cock ached with need. The last three strokes landed with a blistering effect, reigniting the burn caused by the paddle.
Dimly he felt Damian’s hand caress the sting out of his arse and the Top’s voice saying, “What a pity. You’re burning up again.”
Nick gasped and writhed as his nipples were attacked, one hardening instantly under the application of more ice, while the other was enveloped by Damian’s hot mouth, sucking and nipping until it was painfully erect.
His Top’s hands moved over his body, and Nick felt more ice on his backside. The contrast of hot and cold was almost too much for him.
Damian watched him carefully, every gasp and wiggle assuring him that Nick had been teased almost past bearing, but just enough. The boy’s cock was erect and swollen, standing up against his belly. And Damian was aching himself, aching to be buried deep inside his boy.
Grabbing the lube, he set to work preparing Nick. The ice had long since melted, consumed by the flame of arousal inside him. Damian stroked between the reddened cheeks, finding the boy’s opening and pushing firmly inside. He brushed over the seat of pleasure simply to enjoy watching Nick squeeze his eyes shut tightly and moan, pushing back into his hand.
With his other hand, Damian teased and pinched each nipple in turn, while he spoke to Nick in a low, husky voice. “You have such a beautiful behind, my pet. So lovely and warm. I love a freshly spanked bottom. Do you know what I like to do after I’ve spanked you hard, pet?”
“Fuck me…,” Nick moaned. “Oh, please… please….”
“I’m so glad you agree.” Damian’s fingers were trembling as he inserted another into Nick’s tight hole, watching the puckered skin stretch to accommodate him. He could wait no longer. Withdrawing his fingers, hoping he’d prepared the boy adequately, Damian turned Nick away from the wall.
“On your hands and knees, pet. I want that cheeky, little red ass high in the air for me.”
Nick obeyed, dropping to the floor, his head cushioned on his hands, elbows on the carpet, arse in the air. “Oh, God, oh please… fill me… take me….”
Damian struggled to open his jeans, his eyes delighting in the beautiful sight of Nick begging for him, his ears filled with his boy’s pleas and moans. He remembered the condom, thanking his stars it was habit, and knelt behind the beautiful sub, gently stroking the red-hot buttocks. He could wait no longer and drove his cock hard into
the boy, watching as Nick arched and lunged back to meet him. He grabbed the lean hips, pulling the boy back against himself, seating himself as deeply as he could in the narrow passage.
Nick was delirious with joy; he loved being on his knees, feeling the other man filling him, feeling Damian’s weight on his back, dominating him. He felt safe and secure feeling the older man enter him in one, long glide, stroking over the spot that gave him so much pleasure.
The heat and thrust of Damian against his warm bottom transmitted the burn inside him. He wanted the other man to use him for his own pleasure; it was so erotic to be spread and impaled by his Top. He rocked back to meet each powerful thrust, lost in the pleasure that Damian brought to him.
The inner muscles rippled around Damian, clutching his cock with a velvet fist. He was lost in the sensations of Nick’s tight channel closing around him as he buried himself as deeply as possible with every stroke. The heat and constriction made him quicken his pace until he was pounding into Nick, angling to hit the secret spot with every thrust.
Nick was overwhelmed with every sensation: the sharp nip of Damian’s teeth on his shoulder, the strong hands holding him in place, fingers digging into his hips, the smack of Damian’s thighs against his. Every stroke against the sensitive spot inside drove him higher, every nerve in his body was on fire. The submission to the other man’s dominance forged a connection deeper than Nick had ever felt before and he gave himself over to it completely. He felt Damian’s hand, fumbling at his groin, releasing him from the cock ring. He’d forgotten it was even there, but the instant relief made him cry out with pleasure.
Damian held him tighter, thrusting ever more deeply before he came with a growl. It was enough to push Nick over the edge, and when Damian gasped, “Come now, come with me,” Nick gave in to the lightning bolt of ecstasy that flashed throughout his entire body, wailing with his climax.
And then he collapsed to the carpet, Damian’s weight bearing him down. His last thought before he passed out was, Don’t leave me.
Damian lay panting, aware that he was crushing Nick into the carpet, but unable to move. He felt as if every bone in his body had been surgically extracted; he’d never come that hard before in his life. After several moments, he managed to pull out and rise to his hands and knees, still panting for air.
He laughed at himself quietly and staggered to his feet. In the bathroom he got rid of the condom and cleaned himself off, rinsing his heated face and staring at himself in the mirror. “What the fuck am I going to do without him when he leaves?” he muttered out loud, before physically shaking off that awful thought. “Face that later. Got a boy to take care of.”
He returned to the office and rolled Nick onto his back. His eyes were barely open and unfocused. “Baby, are you okay?”
“Kiss…,” Nick managed.
Damian smiled and bent to kiss him tenderly. “Can you stand up? I need to get you home.”
Some expression he couldn’t quite read flickered over Nick’s face and veiled his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
“Scene over, baby. Come on; on your feet.” Damian pulled Nick up to sit, allowing the boy to lean against him. “All the way now.”
He stood and pulled Nick up, catching him around the waist when his knees buckled.
“Sorry,” Nick muttered. His face still looked blissed out, and Damian chuckled. He bent to slide his arm under Nick’s knees.
“I think I fucked you silly, baby,” he said.
Nick wrapped his arms around Damian’s neck and rested his head against the strong shoulder. “Mmm-hmm,” he slurred softly in agreement.
Damian carried Nick into the studio where he’d pushed the bed from their last photo shoot against the wall. “Here, rest a little while, baby, and then I’ll take you home after a breather.”
Nick murmured something indistinctly, his lashes fluttering shut.
Damian rolled onto the mattress next to the younger man, laughing as his boy curled into his embrace. “Nick, you have to wake up.”
“Mmm,” Nick sighed again, snuggling closer.
“Aw, fuck it,” Damian said. They were on a bed, and he was tired too. He pulled Nick into his arms and fell asleep.
NICK OPENED his eyes groggily and remembered where he was and what had happened the previous night. He sighed and stretched, rubbing his arse against the sheets to enjoy the lingering soreness.
“Hey, Ian,” he said softly, when the photographer appeared, dressed in jeans, toweling his damp hair.
“Take a shower now, pet, and join me in the office,” Damian ordered.
Nick sat up, startled. So the scene wasn’t over. Uneasily, he wondered what Damian had in store for him; he didn’t think his arse could handle any more today.
“I gave you an order. There’s no need for you to think it over.” Damian’s voice was silky but threatening; accordingly, Nick hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. He showered quickly and looked around for his clothing, remembering that he’d undressed in the office the night before.
He paused in the doorway, warily looking around for his clothing.
Damian pointed to the floor, and Nick knelt uneasily. Damian stalked toward him, his walk more of a dangerous prowl than a stroll, and ran his fingers through the damp curls.
“You’re looking very beautiful this morning, pet,” Damian said huskily. He pulled Nick’s collar from his pocket and buckled it around his neck. “Give me your hands.”
Obligingly, Nick brought them up and watched as Damian fastened cuffs on his wrists, made from the same wine-red leather that matched his collar.
“Stand up.”
Nick rose to his feet, watching as Damian put matching ankle cuffs on him.
“So beautiful,” Damian repeated, drawing a finger along Nick’s collarbone to his throat where the collar lay flat. “I have decided to enjoy your submission all day today. So you will remain naked and on your knees in my presence unless I give you another order.”
He pointed to the floor and Nick settled to his knees again, feeling embarrassed and exposed to be wearing only his collar and cuffs in daylight while Damian was completely dressed. And what if someone came in!
Damian circled his desk and sat down, pulling out some paperwork. He worked steadily, occasionally glancing up to gloat over the sight of his beautiful pet. After an hour, he said, “Please make some coffee, pet.”
Nick hurried to the kitchen to follow Damian’s orders.
He cowered in a corner when he heard a knock at the outer door. Surely Damian didn’t mean for anyone to see him like this. He sighed in relief when only Damian appeared in the doorway, holding a box.
“Sit down, pet. I had breakfast delivered,” Damian said.
Nick poured them both coffee and sat next to Damian, silently eating his breakfast.
When Damian was finished, he said, “Clean up the kitchen and report to me in the office when you’re finished.”
Nick grumbled silently to himself. He remembered the day when Damian had ordered him home to do his homework, adorned with the cock cage, and said that his obedience might consist of doing dishes. At least I’m not wearing that damn cage, Nick thought, and then he had to pause to control his unruly cock, which insisted on getting hard when he thought of it.
Damian chuckled at the expression on Nick’s face when he entered the office and went to his knees. It was only to be expected that he would struggle with the less sexual aspects of submission at first. He had never been required to obey for such a long period, and Damian was amused to watch him squirm.
He strolled over to his kneeling sub and stroked both enticing nipples, pulling and twisting them until they were erect, causing each breath to come more quickly through Nick’s parted lips.
Damian fetched a pillow and lifted Nick by the arm, dropping the cushion on the floor.
Nick gave a little sigh of relief; even with the carpet, this position was hard on his knees after a while. Then he jumped as Damian passed his hand over his ars
e.
“Still a little pink and warm. Be grateful I’m not making you sit on your ass all day, pet.” Damian chuckled.
“Thank you, sir.”
Damian smiled at the rebellion in his sub’s voice. “What are you doing on your knees, naked, wearing my collar and cuffs, pet?”
Nick opened his mouth and paused, thinking before he spoke. “Pleasing you, sir?”
“Very good, pet.” With a final caress to the shining curls, Damian returned to his desk and appeared to forget Nick’s presence entirely, applying himself to his paperwork.
NICK’S MIND churned, racing between anger, discomfort, embarrassment, and finally acceptance. He realized when he stopped fighting his desire to submit, he felt much more at ease. He achieved an almost Zen-like state of mind when he focused his attention on Damian, studying the ruggedly handsome face and fine physique.
The look of proud admiration in the deep blue eyes helped reconcile him to his position. And the office was warm enough that he was comfortable.
The photographer spotted the release of tension from Nick’s body the moment that he accepted that he was Damian’s for the day. He was breathing more easily, and his muscles relaxed.
Damian got up and patted Nick’s head, feeling the boy lean against his leg. “Very good, pet. You begin to understand. Let go of all your considerations and give it all up to me.”
He bent to stroke gently up the inside surface of Nick’s thigh, watching the boy’s cock stir with the caress. “You may take the pillow and sit on that chair.”
Nick stood up shakily, grateful for Damian’s hand on his arm, helping him to his feet. His knees were creaky and his arse was stiff from maintaining his position. He sank onto the chair, grateful for the pillow, and crossed his legs.
“No, pet. Open your legs. I want to see everything.”
A flush spread over Nick’s face. It wasn’t as if Damian hadn’t seen him naked before and in much more embarrassing positions, but being told to splay himself open, so that all his bits were exposed to Damian’s glance, simply reinforced his submission.
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