“Does it calm you when you know what to expect from me?”
“Sir, I want to please you,” Nick said simply.
Damian was surprised at how much that touched him. “If you wish to please me….”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take everything off.”
Damian watched as Nick stripped with shaking fingers. He appreciated every movement; the boy was unusually graceful in the awkward moments, getting his trousers off without hopping or tangling himself in the legs. At last he stood, submissive in front of Damian, completely exposed.
Damian stroked the aureole of one nipple and caught the shuddering breath. “Are they sore?”
“Not really, sir, just… a little… tingly.”
“Did you like it when I had you tied to that bar, restrained for my pleasure?”
Nick gulped and managed to answer, “Yes, sir.”
“I liked it too, and yet, if I wished to restrain you just with my voice, would you obey?”
Nick nodded, mesmerized by the deep blue eyes.
Damian circled behind Nick, noticing the slight stiffening of his spine. He turned off the overhead light, so that the room was lit only by the desk lamp, casting a warm glow over the naked boy. He pulled the leather couch slightly away from the wall and picked up a blindfold. He said, “Turn to face me.”
Nick did so, his breath coming quicker. Damian could see the thump of his heart fluttering the golden skin of his chest.
“I’m going to blindfold you. And then I’m going to touch you however I wish. You are mine until I release you. Are you mine?”
Nick nodded slowly.
Damian blindfolded Nick, making sure that the young man couldn’t peek. He took him by the arm and led him to the couch. “Kneel on the couch for me, pet. Hands on the back.” He guided Nick to kneel on the cushion, pushing him to bend over so that his hands were resting on the back.
Slowly Damian ran his hand down the length of Nick’s spine, noticing the slight shudder as he neared the swell of the boy’s ass. He positioned himself so that his left hand rested on Nick’s back, leaving his right free to roam.
Nick wondered what Damian would do next. He had said he would touch him however and wherever he wished, and there were parts of Nick that no one had ever touched. He felt vulnerable and uncertain, and his blood was pounding with the thrill of it all.
He felt calloused fingertips pinch a nipple and his cock surged in response. It made him think of the clamps Damian had used on him earlier.
He felt something tickle his ear and Damian said, “Don’t come until I permit it.”
“Yes, sir,” Nick said hoarsely.
He felt a palm cupping his arse, rubbing slowly over the curve, and then a slap. It stung and heat rushed to the site, but it didn’t really hurt. Nick had to control himself when he pictured how this must look, him kneeling with his naked bum hanging out, accessible to the other man’s explorations while Damian was completely dressed, touching him as he pleased.
He jumped when he felt teeth nibbling at the nape of his neck. Damian’s hand left his back, leaving Nick disoriented and alone in the dark. The next touch was to the inside of his thigh, nails lightly scratching up from his knee to just next to his balls. He shivered and moved his legs together.
“Shall I get the spreaders?” Damian observed the flush that spread over Nick’s backside in response to his words. Slowly he pried the boy’s legs apart and held them. “Perhaps I will. I like how you look in them, helpless and vulnerable.”
Nick listened to his footsteps fade and return. This time he was prepared for the chill of the ankle cuffs as Damian locked his feet to the bar.
“Try it, pet. You will not be able to close your legs. The bar is keeping you spread open for me.”
Nick shifted but he couldn’t close his legs. He was very aware of the cool rush of air on his balls, swinging slightly with his movements.
“Keep those hands right where they are. I would prefer not to restrain you fully. Why will you leave your hands there?”
“Because you told me to, sir,” Nick answered.
“Very good,” Damian said. Nick’s body was incredibly beautiful bent over compliantly, glowing in the dim light with a light sheen of sweat.
He ran a hand down the back of one thigh and then threaded his fingers through Nick’s curls, pulling his head back as Markie had done earlier. He saw the tendons stand out in the boy’s neck as he held him in place. Finally Damian bent to claim the beautiful mouth, biting the lower lip gently before driving his tongue inside. He explored the sweet mouth thoroughly, mapping the teeth and lips, meeting Nick’s tongue and conquering it, establishing his dominance. Finally he released the boy’s lips, and took the tiny moan of desire as his tribute.
He let Nick go and the curly head dropped forward to rest on the back of the couch while the young man panted softly, trying to recover his breath.
Nick arched up and howled when he felt warm lips close around one of his nipples. Teeth tugged on the delicate flesh while Damian’s tongue moved rapidly, stimulating the nipple to a sharp peak. He had taken care not to touch Nick in any other way, so that when he released him, the young man was disoriented, not knowing where to expect the next touch.
Damian stood up to prowl around the beautiful boy again, aiming four swift smacks at the defenseless ass. He was delighted to see Nick raise his bottom to meet each slap after the first one.
“Arch your back. Lift up your ass to me, pet,” Damian whispered, his quiet voice a contrast to the crisp blows.
Nick did so and felt Damian’s hands slide along the curve of his ribs, spanning his waist.
“So slender and beautiful. I could break you. But I won’t. I’d rather keep you for a while,” Damian mused. “Am I making you hard?”
“God, yes, sir,” Nick groaned. His neglected cock was standing up to his belly and his balls were quivering with sensory overload. Both of Damian’s hands were sliding over his skin, sending little electrical jolts of pleasure through him. He hadn’t realized that every part of him was an erogenous zone, but the tender caresses, sharp pinches, sudden smacks, and the occasional warm softness of Damian’s lips or tongue had him completely aroused, and yet the man hadn’t even touched his cock or balls yet.
Damian nipped at the back of Nick’s arm and felt the muscle tremble, as if it could no longer hold the boy in position.
He slid his hand over the curve of Nick’s buttock and asked, “Shall I spank you? Perhaps I shall, just because I can. Just because I want to. I like to see you jump and wiggle and squirm when I’m making your bottom smart. I’m going to spank you so hard you won’t sit down tomorrow. Is that what you’d like?”
“If it would please you, sir,” Nick whispered. His heart was pounding. He remembered that it hurt, but his cock was aching now, throbbing with the desire to feel Damian’s hand on his heated flesh. He wanted this badly.
And then the hand met his arse with a resounding snap, and it stung and smarted, but Nick wanted more. He raised his arse up to meet the next smack and felt the warmth blossom over his backside. Damian gave him a brisk spanking, covering every inch of his bottom until he was on fire, gasping with the heat of it.
And then the hand was stroking him again, caressing him, soothing him, taking the sting away although the warmth lingered.
“You look so beautiful like that, red and hot, bent over for me to do as I please.” Damian watched the responsive quiver run through Nick’s body. “I’m going to cool you off just a bit now, Nick. Stay right there.”
He stepped to his desk and opened a drawer, finding a tube of lubricant that he’d purchased that week in the spirit of hope. He squeezed some onto his hands and smoothed it over both red cheeks. “You’re glowing, pet. I like to see you like that. One day, I’ll take pictures of what I do to you, so you can see how alluring you are when you’ve just had a spanking.”
Nick felt the sting diminish as Damian’s hands soothed whatever it was he was
using over his cheeks. He squeaked when Damian’s hands swept between his thighs, smoothing the lube on them, the backs of the photographer’s hands brushing his balls.
The hands swept up again and Damian’s fingers dipped closer to his cleft with each pass. Feeling uncomfortable at the nearness of the hands to his most secret spot, Nick tried to squeeze his legs together, forgetting that his ankles were trapped in the spreader.
Damian laughed at Nick’s futile attempt to protect himself. “You are at my mercy, Nicholas. I’m going to touch you precisely where I wish to, and there is nothing you can do to prevent me.”
Nick gasped and threw back his head as Damian slid a finger along the valley between his buttocks, passing over his arsehole. “Don’t, please… don’t… touch me there…,” he begged, although it felt incredibly hot.
Damian’s other hand found his rigid shaft and stroked it gently. “Your mind says no, but your body is saying yes, Nicholas. And I will touch you wherever I like.”
“Please… don’t…,” Nick pleaded.
“But you forget: you belong to me, and I will touch my property as I choose. Every part of you is beautiful, pet. Tell me the truth. Do you like it when I touch you here?” Damian asked, massaging the puckered skin of Nick’s entrance.
Nick remembered that he had to tell the truth. He felt that this was very gay, but it felt so sinfully good. “I do… I like it…,” he admitted.
Damian saw the tension drain from Nick’s body as he expressed his desires. “Then I shall show you how much pleasure I can give you. You look so beautiful, pet, kneeling there open for me with your backside reddened by my hand, eager for me to explore you.”
Nick arched his back, raising his arse into Damian’s hand. The finger that had been rubbing his hole was now pressing against it. He gasped and moaned as Damian pushed it slowly inside him.
“It burns…,” he moaned.
“It will get better, my pet. You’ll see,” Damian promised, his voice husky. “You’re doing this to please me, remember?”
“Yes….”
Damian penetrated Nick more deeply, sliding his finger in and out gently, gaining ground with every thrust.
Nick jumped when Damian’s finger slid over something buried deep inside him that sent the most amazing sensation straight to his cock. He was panting he was so hot. Damian’s finger was moving more easily inside him and he moaned with the loss when it was removed.
One hand patted his back. “You liked that.”
Two fingers entered him, and Nick pushed back, even as he moaned in pain, wanting that feeling of fullness even though the stretch of the tight ring of muscle hurt. But he wanted that feeling deep inside enough that he was willing to ride out the sharp cramping to earn that pleasure.
Damian fingered Nick’s hole gently, thrusting inside and twisting occasionally. The boy was like an inferno inside, blazing hot and so silky smooth. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock deep inside and stake his claim by leaving his seed, marking the young man as his.
But he knew he needed to take this slowly; he wouldn’t fuck Nick tonight. Soon, but not tonight. Instead he reached for Nick’s hard length, wrapping his slick fingers around it.
Nick groaned with the intensity of the pleasure; he thrust into the hand surrounding him and each time he rocked back, he drove Damian’s fingers even deeper inside himself. It felt almost as if Damian was stroking his cock both from the outside and the inside. He’d never felt such pleasure and his ecstasy spiraled upward as he rocked faster.
Damian bent over and whispered in Nick’s ear, “Come. Now!”
With a hoarse shout, Nick drove into Damian’s hand, shooting over the leather couch in long spurts, his body trembling with the effort. His orgasm roared in his ears and he collapsed forward, hanging limply over the back of the couch.
Damian smiled and withdrew his fingers. He left Nick kneeling and went to wash his hands and get a damp washcloth, wiping Nick clean. He removed the blindfold, and the young man opened his eyes and smiled blearily at Damian. “Thank you, sir. That was….”
“I’m glad you liked it, even though you thought you weren’t going to,” Damian teased.
“What about you, sir? What can I do to give you pleasure?” Nick asked anxiously.
Damian was delighted that Nick was already offering to serve him. He hauled Nick to his feet, mindful of the limited range of motion with the spreader bar and set him on his knees on the carpet.
He stood in front of the naked young man. “Take out my cock.”
With trembling fingers, Nick opened Damian’s jeans and pulled them down a bit, not wanting to rub him against the teeth of the zipper. He found that Damian also wore boxers. He looked up for permission and Damian nodded.
Nick pulled Damian’s cock out the slit and gasped. He’d forgotten that Damian’s cock was so big. He noticed it was dripping and without stopping to think, he leaned forward and tasted the drop with his tongue. It was salty and bitter, with an underlying sweetness. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
“Use your hands. Bring me off,” Damian ordered.
Nick licked his hands and eagerly explored the hard manhood he held. Tentatively, he flattened the swollen vein that ran underneath and looked up as Damian gasped. Emboldened by his success and feeling empowered that he was able to give pleasure to the older man, Nick increased the pressure of his hands, wondering if he dared touch Damian’s balls without direct permission.
He realized that kneeling in his position, he couldn’t get enough leverage; the angle was wrong. He leaned forward and tentatively licked the head of Damian’s cock.
Damian’s hips jerked forward as he felt the warm, wet swipe of the boy’s tongue. He watched as Nick stared at his hard length with fascination.
Then Nick closed his eyes and inhaled, the lush lashes fanned over his cheeks. Damian smelled of arousal and musk. He leaned closer and rubbed his cheek against the proud flesh in his hands, relishing the sensation of Damian’s hard flesh against his face. He opened his mouth, sucking the head inside, swirling his tongue slowly around the ridge, learning the feel of it.
Damian almost came right there, watching Nick take his cock in his mouth. He never would have thought the boy was ready for this, so he would not have demanded it, but the blazing wet heat and soft lips were so enticing, he couldn’t bear to push Nick away, in spite of the fact that he was not following Damian’s actual orders.
Nick tried to take the entire length into his mouth and ended up gagging when the tip hit the back of his throat. He felt Damian’s fingers slide soothingly through his hair, tugging the curls gently.
“Take it easy. You don’t have to deep throat your first time, pet. Relax, slow down. Taste me; discover what it feels like to have a hard cock in your mouth.”
His own cock twitched and started to fill again. Nick wondered if he would ever manage to be in Damian’s presence without being half-hard. Just his voice turned off Nick’s brain and went straight to his groin. Nick couldn’t think anymore; he could only feel the soft skin covering the rigid muscle that filled his mouth so satisfyingly. He suddenly realized that he loved the weight of Damian’s cock on his tongue, and he wanted more of it.
Worshipfully, he swirled his tongue around the head and slid it under the ridge, noticing the tiny leap of arousal in response. He’d become accustomed to the flavor of the drops that leaked copiously from the tip, relishing the salty taste. He held the base of Damian’s shaft steady with one hand while he groped for the older man’s balls with the other, allowing them to roll between his fingers. It was the first time he’d actually gotten to touch Damian, and he wished the other man would remove his clothing so he could see the rest of his body.
The tiny movement of his hips had become a rhythmic drive as Damian rocked into his mouth with increasing speed. Nick opened his mouth, letting his tongue ride along the older man’s shaft as he thrust inside. He felt the balls in his hand tighten and draw up, while the shaft seemed to enlarge,
stretching his lips as he tried desperately not to let Damian break free.
“I’m close,” Damian said, his voice sounding strained. “You don’t have to—”
Nick started to hum and the vibration pushed Damian over the edge. His abs clenching, he thrust hard, one hand on the back of Nick’s head to hold him in place, the other gripping one ear. The young man swallowed, not sure about the consistency or texture, but quite sure that he liked the power of making Damian come so hard.
Damian froze in place and Nick felt him give one last quiver before his body relaxed. After a moment he withdrew gently and ordered, “Lick me clean, pet.”
Obediently Nick licked the cock, holding the limp member in his hand reverently.
Damian stepped away and Nick felt a sense of loss as the contact between them was broken. The photographer put himself together and zipped up his jeans, his eyes fixed on the naked young man looking up at him so hopefully.
“Thank you, pet. That was very… lovely.” Damian sighed. It had been more than lovely; it was sublime to feel his cock in Nick’s mouth, especially knowing that he was the first to venture there. Damian groped for the key, and freed Nick’s feet from the spreader.
“Come here.”
Nick struggled to his feet, stiff from kneeling so long, and staggered toward Damian, who laughed and caught his arm, turning him away to look at his bottom. His hand smoothed over Nick’s ass. “Still warm and pink. Scene over. Now go get dressed.”
Feeling suddenly cold, his cock limp, Nick turned his back, pulling on his clothes. He stood quietly, expecting to be dismissed.
Damian sat in his large leather chair behind the desk and opened his arms. “Come sit with me, Nick.”
Nick rushed to him, grateful when he felt strong arms close around him, pulling him down to sit on Damian’s lap. The older man pulled his head down onto his shoulder and turned off the desk lamp, so the only light came from the hall.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes. I loved it,” Nick barely breathed. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands but took a chance and slid them around Damian’s torso, thrilling to the feel of hard muscle moving under his palms. It was comfortable sitting in the dark, where for once, he wasn’t on display.
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