good?”
“No, sir,” Douglas said, watery and weak. He sniffled, sniffled again. No doubt as affronted as
he was relieved that it didn’t hurt. In his mind, it was supposed to, and that made it easy to hate. But Nikolai had taken that away. “No pain. It’s . . . I wouldn’t call it good, sir. It’s just . . . it’s full.” And then, once he’d realized the insult in his words, “Please don’t punish me, sir! I’m sorry. You told me
not to lie.”
“Shhh, it’s all right.” He slid in another inch or so, nuzzling behind the boy’s ear as Douglas
tossed his head back at the motion. “That’s perfectly normal. It takes some getting used to, and I’ve
not yet hit your prostate, remember?”
“Y-ye—” Douglas began, then cut off on a moan as Nikolai pushed in further and did exactly that.
“How about now?” Nikolai asked, sucking the soft lobe of the boy’s ear into his mouth. “Does it
feel good now?” He thrust in a bit more for emphasis, a rocking motion more than anything, and the
boy moaned again.
“Yes, sir,” he said—wailed, almost, voice full of pleasure and misery and shame and tears. It
wasn’t a lie. Even though he hadn’t let go of his own knees, his body twisted and writhed underneath
Nikolai’s, subconsciously urging him deeper. Nikolai knew those movements intimately. “Please,”
Douglas begged, and this time managed to add, “I don’t . . . I don’t w—”
Nikolai cut him off with a kiss and a thrust that sheathed him fully inside the boy’s body. He
didn’t want to lecture the boy about wants again; best just to take him, show him, force his pleasure.
He straightened up, ass to heels, took Douglas by the hips and seated him more firmly in his lap. Put a hand over his mouth lest he get any ideas about talking. The boy’s wet breath heated Nikolai’s palm
as he panted and whined. It hardly seemed possible, but Nikolai felt himself grow fuller inside the
boy.
“Rest your legs on my shoulders. You must never touch your master without permission, but in
time you will learn to anticipate what he desires of you, and permission may be implicit rather than
explicit.” The boy obeyed. Moving his legs shifted the position of Nikolai’s cock inside him, drawing
out another smothered moan. “Sometimes you will read your master wrong. You will be punished for
that, but that is the risk you must take. Lying around like a dead fish waiting for orders pleases very few men.”
“Yes, sir,” Douglas moaned, the words escaping through Nikolai’s fingers.
“I will teach you a great many positions, but this one, face-to-face like so, is one of my own
favorites.” Finally releasing the boy’s mouth, Nikolai leaned forward and bent Douglas’s legs back in
a way that must have stretched him nearly to the point of pain and drove Nikolai’s cock even deeper
inside him. “Especially with a boy as beautiful as you, I like to watch. When I take you from behind I
may record you, or put you in front of a mirror, or maybe have someone else fuck you so I can savor
you. The view is just as good as the experience, in your case.”
If those words brought the boy any pleasure, he didn’t show it. In fact, he looked closer to tears
now than he had before.
“I want you to touch yourself, Douglas. You must never do this without permission— explicit
permission—do you understand? And you must not come without the same. But this, here, now, is all
about teaching you pleasure. So take yourself in hand. Show me how you like to stroke yourself.”
Douglas’s eyes widened. Yes, there were the tears, streaking down his temples to his ears. He
shook his head. “Please no. I can’t. I can’t. Just fuck me, sir. Please just fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big cock, please.”
Wrong answer.
Nikolai seized Douglas’s hand with crushing force and mashed it against the boy’s cock, pinning
the shaft between his palm and his belly.
“Do not try to trick me.
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