Damian said, amused. "But now there's a little matter of my satisfaction."
"What do you want me to do, sir?" Nick asked uneasily.
Damian gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, and Nick leaned into him, parting his lips, but Damian kept his tongue to himself. Nick would have to earn that privilege.
"I want you to kneel. I'm going to jack off on you. I want to mark you, pet," Damian directed. While it amused him that Nick had actually marked him first without knowing it, it was only right that he stake his own claim.
Obediently, Nick slipped off his lap, kneeling on the floor.
"Take off your shirt."
Nick obeyed, allowing his shirt to slide off his arms to the floor.
"Hands behind you," Damian reminded him.
"Yes, sir," Nick said in his soft voice, clasping his hands behind him, resting them above his flaming arse.
Damian stood up and opened his pants, easing his erection out. It was such a relief that he sighed, and heard the 69
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echoing sigh from his young protégé. Nick's eyes were fixed on the awesome tumescent organ.
"It's so big," he breathed.
Sensing the fear in his voice, Damian sought to reassure him. "We'll take it slow, Nicholas, and you have your safe word if I do anything that scares you."
"Yes, sir."
Damian kept his eyes on the beautiful face. Nick clasped his hands behind his back, kneeling with his torso naked, his pants pulled down to his knees, and his face upturned to watch.
It didn't take long; Damian stroked himself to a quick release, anxious to see his cream on Nick's body. When he came in three long spurts, the white fluid covered the boy's chest, glistening on his smooth skin. Nick gasped at the heat of Damian's release, leaving a burning trail as it slid down his chest.
"Very good, pet. Stay there for a moment." Damian went to the bathroom and wet a small towel, using it to mop himself off. He put himself back together and went back to Nick, wiping his body clean.
"Okay, baby, stand up," he said, pulling Nick to his feet.
Now that the excitement that carried him was spent, Nick staggered. His knees hurt, and he'd stiffened up while on the floor.
Damian led him to the desk and pushed him down so his chest was flat against the surface. Nick knew his arse was exposed to Damian's view, and he trembled nervously. One hand on the small of his back held him in place.
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"Nice and hot," Damian observed, placing his hand on Nick's flaming bottom. Suddenly Nick felt sure his face was equally red.
"There is much you need to learn about submission,"
Damian said. He took his hand away and said, "Stay right where I put you, pet."
Nick remained in position and relaxed.
"You like that, don't you? When I give you an order?"
Damian asked. He picked up a tube of cooling gel and squeezed some onto his hand. Nick jumped at the chill when Damian smoothed it over his arse.
"Yes, sir," Nick admitted humbly.
"Do you know why?"
"Because you're so hot?" came the naïve answer.
It startled Damian into laughter. "Well, that isn't quite what I was thinking of, but thank you. You may stand up now."
Nick stood and his hands went to his pants, but he looked at Damian questioningly.
"Go ahead, get dressed," Damian encouraged him. "So was it what you hoped for?"
"I didn't like the spanking while it was happening; it hurt,"
Nick said. "But I liked how it felt afterwards. And I like when you tell me what to do."
"Have a seat, if you like. Not that one," Damian said, hastily moving the straight chair. "Preferably something more cushioned."
Nick sat on the couch and bounced up again. "I think I'll stand."
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"We need to talk, Nicholas," Damian said. "If you got all you wanted and satisfied your curiosity, say so, and we'll never speak of this again." He waited but Nick slowly shook his head, while a satisfied smile spread over his face.
"I don't think so," Nick said. "I want more."
"Then we need to have some rules.
"What do you want me to do, sir?" Nick asked uneasily.
Damian gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, and Nick leaned into him, parting his lips, but Damian kept his tongue to himself. Nick would have to earn that privilege.
"I want you to kneel. I'm going to jack off on you. I want to mark you, pet," Damian directed. While it amused him that Nick had actually marked him first without knowing it, it was only right that he stake his own claim.
Obediently, Nick slipped off his lap, kneeling on the floor.
"Take off your shirt."
Nick obeyed, allowing his shirt to slide off his arms to the floor.
"Hands behind you," Damian reminded him.
"Yes, sir," Nick said in his soft voice, clasping his hands behind him, resting them above his flaming arse.
Damian stood up and opened his pants, easing his erection out. It was such a relief that he sighed, and heard the 69
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
echoing sigh from his young protégé. Nick's eyes were fixed on the awesome tumescent organ.
"It's so big," he breathed.
Sensing the fear in his voice, Damian sought to reassure him. "We'll take it slow, Nicholas, and you have your safe word if I do anything that scares you."
"Yes, sir."
Damian kept his eyes on the beautiful face. Nick clasped his hands behind his back, kneeling with his torso naked, his pants pulled down to his knees, and his face upturned to watch.
It didn't take long; Damian stroked himself to a quick release, anxious to see his cream on Nick's body. When he came in three long spurts, the white fluid covered the boy's chest, glistening on his smooth skin. Nick gasped at the heat of Damian's release, leaving a burning trail as it slid down his chest.
"Very good, pet. Stay there for a moment." Damian went to the bathroom and wet a small towel, using it to mop himself off. He put himself back together and went back to Nick, wiping his body clean.
"Okay, baby, stand up," he said, pulling Nick to his feet.
Now that the excitement that carried him was spent, Nick staggered. His knees hurt, and he'd stiffened up while on the floor.
Damian led him to the desk and pushed him down so his chest was flat against the surface. Nick knew his arse was exposed to Damian's view, and he trembled nervously. One hand on the small of his back held him in place.
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"Nice and hot," Damian observed, placing his hand on Nick's flaming bottom. Suddenly Nick felt sure his face was equally red.
"There is much you need to learn about submission,"
Damian said. He took his hand away and said, "Stay right where I put you, pet."
Nick remained in position and relaxed.
"You like that, don't you? When I give you an order?"
Damian asked. He picked up a tube of cooling gel and squeezed some onto his hand. Nick jumped at the chill when Damian smoothed it over his arse.
"Yes, sir," Nick admitted humbly.
"Do you know why?"
"Because you're so hot?" came the naïve answer.
It startled Damian into laughter. "Well, that isn't quite what I was thinking of, but thank you. You may stand up now."
Nick stood and his hands went to his pants, but he looked at Damian questioningly.
"Go ahead, get dressed," Damian encouraged him. "So was it what you hoped for?"
"I didn't like the spanking while it was happening; it hurt,"
Nick said. "But I liked how it felt afterwards. And I like when you tell me what to do."
"Have a seat, if you like. Not that one," Damian said, hastily moving the straight chair. "Preferably something more cushioned."
Nick sat on the couch and bounced up again. "I think I'll stand."
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"We need to talk, Nicholas," Damian said. "If you got all you wanted and satisfied your curiosity, say so, and we'll never speak of this again." He waited but Nick slowly shook his head, while a satisfied smile spread over his face.
"I don't think so," Nick said. "I want more."
"Then we need to have some rules.
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