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crack, up and down, up and down, watching with distinct pleasure as Douglas’s hole
    twitched on every pass. “Your body wants to be filled,” he said. “Feel it?” Just the middle finger,
    now. He guided it to circle, then pushed it inside. Douglas hissed, but didn’t cry out. “Don’t tense.
    There’s no call for it. You’ll only cause yourself pain.”
    “Please, sir,” Douglas whined, “I don’t . . . I don’t like it, pl—”
    “Don’t lie to me, Douglas. I won’t abide that.” He slid his free hand beneath Douglas’s body
    again, gripped the boy’s cock, hard as it was right before Nikolai had stopped him from orgasming.
    “I’m going to let go of your hand now. I want you to fuck yourself. You’re to add a second finger as
    soon as you’re able, and don’t even think of procrastinating on that. Some days, this will be the only preparation you’ll have before your master fucks you with his cock or his fist or anything else he
    might deign to shove inside you.” The boy blanched visibly at fist . Another training session to add to his mental checklist. “You’d best learn to be efficient at it. Or you really will suffer consequences,
    Douglas, in the traditional sense of the term.”
    Douglas’s finger began to move.
    “That’s it. Now remember, I’m watching. Put on a nice show for me. Let me hear you moan. I
    know you want to.”
    Douglas didn’t at first, but then he added a second finger like a good boy without being
    reminded, and that drew out a soft little noise. Not the fake ones he’d made for Nikolai’s benefit
    when he’d been sucking cock. This was genuine pleasure, tearing its way unbidden and unstoppable
    out of his throat.
    “That’s it, Douglas, that’s very good. Very good. Now here”—he curled his fingers gently around Douglas’s palm, tilted his hand up at just the right angle. Douglas went limp, let himself be posed.
    “Let me show you how to make it better. Fingers in as far as you can, that’s it. Now curl them forward
    and make short little strokes, looking for th—” Douglas grunted and lurched, toes curling. “The hard
    little nub,” Nikolai finished through a smile. “That’s your prostate. If you rub it long and hard enough, you may orgasm from that alone, or ejaculate without orgasming. But don’t do that now—I’ll be quite
    cross with you if you ejaculate or orgasm before I’m through with this lesson.”
    Douglas stroked hesitantly, once, twice, thrice, letting out a bitten-back gasp each time.
    “In the event your master orders you to penetrate him with anything at all—your fingers, your
    cock, a toy—you should pay careful mind to his prostate. A good deal of pleasure comes from
    stimulation of that gland.”
    Nikolai could tell Douglas was nodding because his whine wobbled with the motion of his head.
    God, how could Nikolai ever sell him now? He was so unimaginably perfect.
    “Do you think you can take my cock now?” he asked. “And don’t dare lie.”
    “Please don’t, please . . .” And yet he still fucked himself with his fingers. Hard, firm, rocking
    motions. Hungry.
    Nikolai sighed heavily, as if disappointed, though he’d expected nothing different. “Such a
    shame,” he said. “I’d wanted so very much to teach you pleasure today. Instead, I see I must teach you
    the meaning of consequences.”
    The boy’s hand stilled. His whole body stilled. Weighing his choices, no doubt. “You . . .” he
    whispered, tight and thick. “You won’t hurt me?”
    “If I penetrate you, you mean? Or if I teach you of consequence?”
    “P—” Douglas grimaced, cleared his throat. “Penetrate me, sir.”
    Nikolai graced him with his warmest smile, stroked a hand down his trembling flank. “Not if
    you’re honest with me about your state of readiness. I know you’ve been taught to associate this only
    with pain, but it can be a glorious thing, I assure you.”
    “I . . . I think I’m ready. I don’t know, I’ve