Dreamspinner Press Year Three Greatest Hits

by Jenna Hilary Sinclair

  Markie sighed again as he came up to Damian and turned around, crossing his hands behind his waist.

  “Bright red?” Damian asked dubiously. “Ashley gave you fire-engine red PVC shorts?”

  “No, Derek, that assistant guy, but he said these are the ones Ashley wanted.”

  Damian strapped the blond’s wrists behind him and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, Markie, but it wouldn’t have worked if Ashley was thinking of someone else all the time.”

  “I know. It’s a bummer but I’m over it.” Markie shook his head as though banishing the thoughts of what might have been. “Where do you want me?”

  “Just there,” Damian said, guiding him into a pool of light. “I’m going back behind the camera and I’m going to ask you to take baby steps forward until the light is right, okay?”

  They got back to business, resuming their roles on opposite sides of the camera.

  THE SCENT of male arousal was on the air by the time Damian released Nick’s wrists from behind his back, where they’d been linked together with a silver chain that wrapped around his waist, leading upward to connect to his collar. Nick knelt in a pool of light against a dark red mottled canvas. The soft box had illuminated his bent head and the angular line of his shoulders, as he knelt, facing away from the camera, his elegant back narrowing to a slim waist. The lush roundness of his buttocks was highlighted by the reflection from the leather pants.

  Damian helped him to his feet and ran his hand down the boy’s spine. “Hip okay?”

  “Yeah, thanks,” Nick said, sighing with relief as his wrists were freed.

  “Get changed,” Damian said casually. Leaning in close, his lips brushing Nick’s ear, he breathed an order. “Leave the cuffs on under your shirt, pet.”

  “Uh, yes sir,” Nick responded stupidly. He felt his blood flow south; his cock started to swell and his brain disengaged. Damian smirked as he turned away, knowing just the effect his voice was having on the boy.

  Ashley observed dispassionately, “You really shouldn’t do that to him, Damian. We need him alert and ready.”

  “Oh, he’s ready,” Damian said smugly.

  “So, are we going for dinner?” Derek asked brightly, knowing he was interrupting something, but not sure quite what. At this point, he was jealous of Markie, Damian, and Nick, in that order.

  “Down, boy,” Ashley said, watching the little quiver that ran through the boy. Keep them off balance; maybe Damian was on to something with his mind games. “Let’s get the models sent off and we’ll see.”

  Derek trailed after him, as if unwilling to trust Ashley alone with the models, and Damian laughed at his sheepdog attitude.

  Nick came to help him shut down the power packs, pulling at his sleeves to hide the cuffs. Damian stopped him, laying his hand over the boy’s. “Leave it. I like seeing them on you. It makes me think about what you would look like, spread over one of those benches, naked and quivering, while I mark your ass.”

  Nick sucked in a sharp breath, dizzy with the picture Damian had just painted for him out of thin air, using just his voice and his wicked imagination.

  “Look at those, pet. I’m going to use every single one on you,” Damian said, nodding toward the table where Ashley had laid out a variety of paddles, whips, and crops for the next day. He stroked over Nick’s backside and whispered, “I can make the whip sing for you if that’s what you desire, pet.”

  He watched the effect of his words. “And then when this beautiful little bottom is red and hot, I’ll take you, bent over that bench, bound and spread, so hard that you’ll feel me inside you the next day. You’ll remember to whom you belong whenever you sit 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.

  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.”

  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 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 yo
u don’t yet know enough to set limits for yourself. What is your safe word?”

  “London, sir,” Nick said softly. His face looked serene, at peace.

  Damian crossed his arms. “I would like to mark you tomorrow, nothing permanent. Just a welt or two, that would be gone within a week. Do you object?”

  “H—how much would it hurt, sir?” Nick asked nervously, wondering what he was letting himself in for.

  “As much or as little as I decide,” Damian said. “It’s not the implement; it’s how you use it. I can use a whip to set your nerves tingling or break the skin with my belt. I’ll teach you to reach for the pain and ride it to the peak, if you like. To surf the pain like a wave in the ocean. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, sir,” Nick said, looking him right in the eyes. “I trust you.”

  “Good.” Damian smiled. “I hope the anticipation will be pleasant for you.”

  He bent to free Nick’s wrists and helped the younger man to his feet. “Wear these until tomorrow,” he commanded, touching the wrist cuffs. “We’ll need them.”

  “But… I have school tomorrow.”

  “I know,” Damian said with a wicked smile. “Have fun.”

  DAMIAN HAD released Nick from the cock ring before sending him home, but directed him not to touch himself. To his surprise, Nick found his wrist cuffs drew no attention at school. At first, he kept trying to pull down his sleeves, but so many kids wore leather wristbands of some kind, only the color set his apart.

  All day at school, he flushed and chilled intermittently, sometimes terrified of what Damian might do to him, sometimes so excited he had to find a restroom and squeeze his cock to calm himself down.

  The studio was empty, but the door unlocked when he arrived. There was a pool of light spilling over a spanking bench in the studio. Nick shivered when he saw that, imagining himself naked, helpless, bound to it, waiting for whatever Damian decided to do to him.

  He stood silently, wondering if he was ready for the next step.

  “Nicholas.”

  He turned to see Damian standing behind him. For the first time, Damian was dressed, not in his usual T-shirt and jeans, but in tight black leather pants. His chest was partially covered by a leather vest, laced loosely across the front, showing his cut shoulders and muscular arms.

  Nick shivered in fear but at the same time his cock slowly filled, swelling with arousal at the sight of the beautiful man into whose hands he had delivered himself. Damian seemed to tower over him, powerful and remote. Nick wondered if he was making a mistake even while he knew that he would go through with it.

  Damian took a step closer and took Nick’s face in his hands, staring at him. He kissed his lips tenderly. “Thank you for your trust, Nicholas. Thank you for submitting to me.”

  Nick closed his eyes against the sting of his tears. “You are my master.”

  Damian’s hand cupped his chin. “I will never hurt you, do you hear me? Never.”

  “I know,” Nick said very quietly.

  Damian turned away and took a breath. When he turned back, he was smiling, and the devilish smile that told Nick he was in for a ride.

  “Right then, pet, strip for me.”

  Nick ripped off his clothing and dropped to his knees automatically, clasping his hands behind his back. His cock stood out, pointing at Damian, straining at the master of his pleasure.

  “So beautiful,” Damian murmured. He stroked Nick’s throat, circling it with his hands. “This is yours now,” he said and brought the soft red collar out of his pocket, buckling it snugly around the slender throat. He attached a leash to the buckle. “Up now, pet.”

  Nick rose to his feet, keeping his hands clasped behind him, following Damian out into the studio.

  Damian led him to the spanking bench and detached the leash, urging the boy closer to the bench. He widened Nick’s stance with his booted feet and bent to strap the sub’s ankles into cuffs attached to the bench legs.

  He stroked over the boy’s buttocks gently. “So beautiful, my pet.” Damian went to a nearby table, where he’d laid out various implements of punishment but returned with only a cock ring. “I think we’ll have this on until I permit you release.”

  A hand on the middle of his back pushed Nick flat, so that his chest was supported by the padded surface.

  “Give me your wrists.”

  Silently Nick held his hands up, allowing Damian to stretch them out onto the padded armrests, attaching his cuffs to the ring bolts.

  Damian ran his hands over Nick’s naked back, lightly caressing the taut muscles flexing slightly under smooth skin. He felt every bump of the boy’s spine, almost overwhelmed by the perfection given into his control. He cupped both buttocks in his palms, feeling like offering a prayer to whatever deity had created such beauty.

  And then he stepped back, breaking contact between them.

  “And now, my pet, allow me to further your education.” Damian selected a light flogger, with strands of suede. “Pain and pleasure are balanced on the edge of a knife, different sides of the same blade. London is your safe word, but you need another word. If you want me to slow down or change what I’m doing, what will you say?”

  “Yellow, sir,” Nick said, his voice trembling his body was shaking so.

  “Yellow for slow down, London for stop. Don’t forget.”

  Stepping away from the bench, Damian extended his arm and swung the flogger to get a feel for its balance. Nick flinched as he heard the hum of the strands singing through the air, but felt nothing.

  “This is a flogger, pet. I think you’ll enjoy this,” Damian purred.

  He swung it and watched the strands land with a dull thud on the firm buttocks.

  “It’s soft, sir,” Nick said, surprised.

  “Yes, pet. I’m going to warm you up a bit.”

  The flogger came down repeatedly, the strands just caressing Nick’s skin. He could feel a tingle start to warm his arse.

  Damian aimed several blows at Nick’s back, listening for the pleasurable hiss of the sub’s breath as they landed. Damian stepped forward and ran his hand over the pale skin that had started showing a little pink. He caressed Nick’s ass gently.

  “This one is a bit heavier,” Damian said. He picked up a medium flogger, applying a steady rain of light blows that made the boy’s buttocks flush a hotter pink. Damian ran his hand over the warm skin, assuring himself that Nick was okay.

  Nick was floating in a sea of sensation, the nerves in his arse dancing. It barely stung; Damian had spanked him harder than this, but the sensuous assault was warming his bottom most pleasurably. His balls were full and aching, his cock hard, demanding release from its leather prison.

  Damian smiled at the slight movement of Nick’s hips. Bound as he was, and spread for his master’s pleasure, he didn’t have much freedom of movement, and the cock ring would prevent early release in any case.

  He picked up a riding crop and flicked it through the air. Nick flinched involuntary at the cutting sound it made.

  “This is a riding crop, pet. We’ll see how you like this one.”

  “Yes, sir,” was all the boy said. Damian smiled at the fear in his voice. One last pat on the upturned waiting bottom and he stepped back.

  Nick tensed, awaiting a slash, but instead he felt a sharp nip, as the end of the crop was flicked against his arse. Tiny smarting stings landed all over his ass, making his cheeks warm with a slow burn that reached lazily for his groin. He gasped as the pain turned to pleasure, when Damian ran his hand over his heated skin.

  “A little harder this time,” Damian said. He positioned himself carefully and landed a sharp blow in the middle of the firm flesh.

  Nick yelped as a line of fire erupted across his arse, setting him ablaze. It hurt and yet he wanted more; he panted as the endorphins kicked in and a rush of adrenaline shot through him, as if he’d just run five miles. He dreaded the next sharp strike and yet he yearned for it, lifting up to meet it. Damian laid it precis
ely above the first, listening for the purring cry of the sub.

  He was sweating now, as was the boy, glowing under the light, with two red welts across his bottom.

  “One more, pet.”

  Nick’s muscles flexed in anticipation, but Damian waited until the boy had relaxed before he struck the third blow, catching him on the under curve of his backside. Nick jumped and cried out, his voice a curious mix of pain and ecstasy.

  The pain rolled through his body like waves, in ever-diminishing intensity, the burn melting into the most exquisite pleasure. He hummed, flying on a pain-induced high that thrummed throughout his body.

  Damian caressed the welts with his fingertips, dragging his nails lightly over the abused flesh. Nick wriggled and sighed.

  “What do you want now, my pet? Tell me!” Damian commanded.

  “Please, let me come, sir,” Nick begged, his voice husky. He bucked slightly when he felt something 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.