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Authors: Heidi Belleau
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resolve.
He reached down, catching Douglas’s chin in his hand. A momentary flinch, followed by a limp acquiescence, almost doll-like. And he was, almost. Pale as a china doll, and as fragile. A delicate jaw, hidden underneath a distasteful week’s growth of thin beard, caught helpless in Nikolai’s hand.
“No,” he said, softly. “You’re not a hole. Not to me. Never. You are a person, just a person who desperately needs my guidance.”
He’d given the boy such a precious gift in that one speech alone, but Douglas wasn’t yet prepared to accept it. Where there should have been sweet, touched affection, there was only wariness, fear, even a pale shadow of his brother’s hate.
No matter. “The key is to obey,” Nikolai said. “Fully, unhesitatingly. Enthusiastically . Always. It is not enough to serve me. You must love to serve me.”
His new boy blinked up at him with eyes as big and blue and beautiful as a Disney prince’s, gaze full of consternation. “I don’t know how,” he said.
Nikolas stroked his thumb across Douglas’s full lips, rough and split from dehydration and the gag. A hint of pressure, and the boy—smart, this one, a quick learner—parted them to let Nikolai in. Flicked his tongue across Nikolai’s fingernail, the question— Is that right? Will you not hurt me now? —clear as ink across his face. “I will teach you. It will take time. It will not be easy.” The boy’s tongue curled, a wet, hot press around the pad of Nikolai’s thumb, and Nikolai had to restrain his gasp, the urge to replace thumb with cock. “Until then,” he said, “you fake it.”
Douglas nodded around Nikolai’s thumb and tried on a moan. It sounded more desperate than pleasured, but it would do for now. No doubt the boy thought he’d always be faking it, but that was all right. Many a pet just like him had been proven wrong before.
Nikolai popped his thumb free, stroked his hand through Douglas’s hair. “Undo my fly,” he said, and when Douglas moved too quickly, too eager to play at eagerness, Nikolai steadied his hand with his own and added, “Slowly. Sensually. This isn’t mechanics, it’s worship , do you understand?” The boy blinked, nodded slightly; he didn’t understand yet, not truly, but he would in time. For now it was enough to pretend. “Don’t watch your fingers—watch my face. Your betters may wish to look into your eyes when you service them. Or they may not, but you cannot know if you do not open yourself to them. Prostrate yourself. Offer them everything—not just your mouth, but your heart and mind as well.”
Anger and disgust in those big blue eyes now, quickly smothered. No, not smothered—buried. Hidden. But that was all right too. Every boy was like this at first.
Douglas gazed deep into Nikolai’s eyes as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. The gaze was mostly shrouded—he was no born actor; his ruse could only carry him so far—but it would do for now. Was doing well enough, in fact, that Nikolai was fully hard beneath his briefs. He’d need to watch himself with this one; the urge to lose himself in pleasure would be strong.
“That’s good, pet,” he breathed. “If your better is holding your gaze, wait for his signal to touch him intimately. If he’s not, assume he’s ready unless he tells you otherwise.” Nikolai nodded ever so slightly. “Now. Reach into my briefs.” Warm dry fingers, trembling slightly, curled around his cock as if it were made of glass. “That’s it, gently. Slide my briefs down my hips, just enough to expose my sac.” The boy obeyed. “Good. Not too far. You mustn’t cause your better to get tangled in his clothes. You’ll be beaten if he trips because of you.”
Beaten . Now that word drew a reaction. A quiet gasp, an involuntary shiver, a quick downcasting of the eyes.
It passed, and Douglas exposed him perfectly. The cool room air and the boy’s soft fingers felt exquisite on his overheated balls and
He reached down, catching Douglas’s chin in his hand. A momentary flinch, followed by a limp acquiescence, almost doll-like. And he was, almost. Pale as a china doll, and as fragile. A delicate jaw, hidden underneath a distasteful week’s growth of thin beard, caught helpless in Nikolai’s hand.
“No,” he said, softly. “You’re not a hole. Not to me. Never. You are a person, just a person who desperately needs my guidance.”
He’d given the boy such a precious gift in that one speech alone, but Douglas wasn’t yet prepared to accept it. Where there should have been sweet, touched affection, there was only wariness, fear, even a pale shadow of his brother’s hate.
No matter. “The key is to obey,” Nikolai said. “Fully, unhesitatingly. Enthusiastically . Always. It is not enough to serve me. You must love to serve me.”
His new boy blinked up at him with eyes as big and blue and beautiful as a Disney prince’s, gaze full of consternation. “I don’t know how,” he said.
Nikolas stroked his thumb across Douglas’s full lips, rough and split from dehydration and the gag. A hint of pressure, and the boy—smart, this one, a quick learner—parted them to let Nikolai in. Flicked his tongue across Nikolai’s fingernail, the question— Is that right? Will you not hurt me now? —clear as ink across his face. “I will teach you. It will take time. It will not be easy.” The boy’s tongue curled, a wet, hot press around the pad of Nikolai’s thumb, and Nikolai had to restrain his gasp, the urge to replace thumb with cock. “Until then,” he said, “you fake it.”
Douglas nodded around Nikolai’s thumb and tried on a moan. It sounded more desperate than pleasured, but it would do for now. No doubt the boy thought he’d always be faking it, but that was all right. Many a pet just like him had been proven wrong before.
Nikolai popped his thumb free, stroked his hand through Douglas’s hair. “Undo my fly,” he said, and when Douglas moved too quickly, too eager to play at eagerness, Nikolai steadied his hand with his own and added, “Slowly. Sensually. This isn’t mechanics, it’s worship , do you understand?” The boy blinked, nodded slightly; he didn’t understand yet, not truly, but he would in time. For now it was enough to pretend. “Don’t watch your fingers—watch my face. Your betters may wish to look into your eyes when you service them. Or they may not, but you cannot know if you do not open yourself to them. Prostrate yourself. Offer them everything—not just your mouth, but your heart and mind as well.”
Anger and disgust in those big blue eyes now, quickly smothered. No, not smothered—buried. Hidden. But that was all right too. Every boy was like this at first.
Douglas gazed deep into Nikolai’s eyes as he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. The gaze was mostly shrouded—he was no born actor; his ruse could only carry him so far—but it would do for now. Was doing well enough, in fact, that Nikolai was fully hard beneath his briefs. He’d need to watch himself with this one; the urge to lose himself in pleasure would be strong.
“That’s good, pet,” he breathed. “If your better is holding your gaze, wait for his signal to touch him intimately. If he’s not, assume he’s ready unless he tells you otherwise.” Nikolai nodded ever so slightly. “Now. Reach into my briefs.” Warm dry fingers, trembling slightly, curled around his cock as if it were made of glass. “That’s it, gently. Slide my briefs down my hips, just enough to expose my sac.” The boy obeyed. “Good. Not too far. You mustn’t cause your better to get tangled in his clothes. You’ll be beaten if he trips because of you.”
Beaten . Now that word drew a reaction. A quiet gasp, an involuntary shiver, a quick downcasting of the eyes.
It passed, and Douglas exposed him perfectly. The cool room air and the boy’s soft fingers felt exquisite on his overheated balls and
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