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back, giving Kit the space he needed to get the cheeseburger and stand up next to him. He felt weak as he swayed, but Jason was quick to put a steadying arm around his shoulders as he led him to the bedroom. His large bed looked comfortable and inviting and Kit immediately crawled onto it.
"Uh-uh," Jason scolded him. "You don't eat food in my bed. Sit up on the side and finish your burger." Kit groaned in displeasure but forced his weak body to do as he was told. His burger had gone cold but he ate it anyway, nibbling on it as best he could without any appetite to sustain him. "You need the calories so get working."
"I don't see why I have to eat," Kit whispered.
"What's the point now Bear's gone?"
"I can't lose you both." Kit looked up at him, afraid he'd heard wrong, but as he saw Jason watching him intently, he understood. "You need to eat Kit.
Wasting away isn't the answer to your pain."
Kit nodded. He was right. He'd been getting weaker these past few months, but eating took so much effort most days. Jason left the room and quickly returned with Kit's milkshake. "Finish this too." He plopped it down on the nightstand next to Kit's hip. Kit roled his eyes but managed to take a sip in between bites.
"Now, keep eating while I show you some things. Not everything wil be what you like so we would have to experiment a little bit. But there are some basics I always use." Jason started puling various items out of his dresser drawer. Kit didn't recognize most of them, but when he saw the padded handcuffs come out, he chuckled.
"You realy are kinky," he said as he reached out to touch them. They were soft leather, obviously expensive, with fine fluffy material on the inside and a series of chain loops to connect them.
Jason laughed and puled out the last item. He laid the thing down beside Kit on the bed, and though he stared at it for a good while, Kit stil couldn't figure out what the thing was caled. It had a long leather wrapped handle and strands of leather coming out of the base.
"Flogger," Jason told him as he sat down on the bed with him. The things were between them and Kit watched as Jason stroked over the long strands of the thing he caled a flogger. "It has lots of strands, they can be soft like a caress or they can sting. It al depends on the Dom and how he wants to use it for the kind of reaction he's seeking. This one is yak leather, very soft and very fine. Used by me, one like this won't make you bleed but it wil leave marks on your skin. A cat, or cat o' nine tails, is similar but it has fewer strands and they're usualy thicker. Sometimes cats even have a smal bit of extra pointed leather or even a barb at the end. They hurt more. There's very little caress with them and far more scratches. I don't own a cat and I don't like to use them. Blood is never something I like to see from my sub."
Kit nodded, folowing as best he could, until Jason had said "his sub." Kit looked up at him, his mouth set into a hard line. There it was again. That distinction of the men Jason would have sex with, lots of them if Kit had to guess since he seemed so experienced, and then Kit. Who Jason would kiss and touch but wouldn't address directly when talking about sex. "I want to be your sub," Kit said boldly.
Jason's lips cracked into a smile. "You don't know the first thing about being a submissive. But it's a nice compliment, thank you." Kit huffed angrily as Jason went on to the next item. "Handcuffs, which I'm sure you could figure out. I like my subs bound." Kit retold that sentence to himself his own way, getting rid of "my subs." He didn't want to think about Jason with other men.
"And how would you use that on me?" Kit asked, pointing to a red bal with straps attached to it.
Jason's eyes narrowed at him. "I would have my sub wear this gag in his mouth to keep him quiet."
"Think it would fit me?" Kit pressed him.
"Keep pushing me and you'l find out. Now eat your burger."
Kit grinned as he took another bite. He
"Uh-uh," Jason scolded him. "You don't eat food in my bed. Sit up on the side and finish your burger." Kit groaned in displeasure but forced his weak body to do as he was told. His burger had gone cold but he ate it anyway, nibbling on it as best he could without any appetite to sustain him. "You need the calories so get working."
"I don't see why I have to eat," Kit whispered.
"What's the point now Bear's gone?"
"I can't lose you both." Kit looked up at him, afraid he'd heard wrong, but as he saw Jason watching him intently, he understood. "You need to eat Kit.
Wasting away isn't the answer to your pain."
Kit nodded. He was right. He'd been getting weaker these past few months, but eating took so much effort most days. Jason left the room and quickly returned with Kit's milkshake. "Finish this too." He plopped it down on the nightstand next to Kit's hip. Kit roled his eyes but managed to take a sip in between bites.
"Now, keep eating while I show you some things. Not everything wil be what you like so we would have to experiment a little bit. But there are some basics I always use." Jason started puling various items out of his dresser drawer. Kit didn't recognize most of them, but when he saw the padded handcuffs come out, he chuckled.
"You realy are kinky," he said as he reached out to touch them. They were soft leather, obviously expensive, with fine fluffy material on the inside and a series of chain loops to connect them.
Jason laughed and puled out the last item. He laid the thing down beside Kit on the bed, and though he stared at it for a good while, Kit stil couldn't figure out what the thing was caled. It had a long leather wrapped handle and strands of leather coming out of the base.
"Flogger," Jason told him as he sat down on the bed with him. The things were between them and Kit watched as Jason stroked over the long strands of the thing he caled a flogger. "It has lots of strands, they can be soft like a caress or they can sting. It al depends on the Dom and how he wants to use it for the kind of reaction he's seeking. This one is yak leather, very soft and very fine. Used by me, one like this won't make you bleed but it wil leave marks on your skin. A cat, or cat o' nine tails, is similar but it has fewer strands and they're usualy thicker. Sometimes cats even have a smal bit of extra pointed leather or even a barb at the end. They hurt more. There's very little caress with them and far more scratches. I don't own a cat and I don't like to use them. Blood is never something I like to see from my sub."
Kit nodded, folowing as best he could, until Jason had said "his sub." Kit looked up at him, his mouth set into a hard line. There it was again. That distinction of the men Jason would have sex with, lots of them if Kit had to guess since he seemed so experienced, and then Kit. Who Jason would kiss and touch but wouldn't address directly when talking about sex. "I want to be your sub," Kit said boldly.
Jason's lips cracked into a smile. "You don't know the first thing about being a submissive. But it's a nice compliment, thank you." Kit huffed angrily as Jason went on to the next item. "Handcuffs, which I'm sure you could figure out. I like my subs bound." Kit retold that sentence to himself his own way, getting rid of "my subs." He didn't want to think about Jason with other men.
"And how would you use that on me?" Kit asked, pointing to a red bal with straps attached to it.
Jason's eyes narrowed at him. "I would have my sub wear this gag in his mouth to keep him quiet."
"Think it would fit me?" Kit pressed him.
"Keep pushing me and you'l find out. Now eat your burger."
Kit grinned as he took another bite. He
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