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man could ever desire—and the boy crawled along behind him, breathing hard, flushed and a little sweaty. Beautiful . And clearly exhausted, but that wouldn’t matter to his future master, so Nikolai couldn’t let it matter to him.
    “Up you go, Douglas.” Nikolai patted the edge of the bed, and Douglas climbed up, grimacing. Clearly relieved to be off the hardwood floor. “Up on your knees, back straight, facing the headboard.”
    Dougie arranged himself as ordered, more or less, arms hanging limp and exhausted at his sides. Nikolai put a hand over his spine and used his other hand to force the boy’s shoulders back. “Be proud in your service, Douglas. Sit tall.”
    Again, Douglas obeyed, staying in place when Nikolai took his hands away. But he looked strained, too focused. Nikolai had pushed him hard today. And would push him harder still. A necessary lesson. One they’d have to work at again and again until the boy regained his stamina.
    “Stay, just like that,” he said, then turned to fish a bottle of lube from his dresser, watching as Douglas tried to observe him from the corner of his eye without moving his head. “Eyes forward,” Nikolai ordered, because cute as it was, it simply wasn’t appropriate behavior. Douglas’s gaze snapped back to the headboard like an overstretched rubber band. Fine tremors ran through his shoulders and thighs. Frightened? Or merely straining to keep his balance on the soft mattress? Or perhaps he was simply cold; the room was on the cool side, and sweat was drying on his skin. “That’s good, Douglas,” Nikolai said as he stepped in close again. “No need to be afraid. I only wish to make you feel good.” A well-earned kindness. The boy sighed out his relief.
    “Thank you, sir,” he murmured, eyes drifting momentarily closed, then opening again, pupils wide in the fading afternoon light.
    “Don’t thank me yet.” Nikolai reached down and slowly twisted the plug free of the boy’s ass, heat flaring up in his sated cock at the sight of his cum drizzling down Douglas’s inner thighs. Such a primal, animalistic thing, to feel so satisfied at the sight, some leftover urge to breed and mark. He swept his fingers through the smear of cum and lifted them to Douglas’s lips. “Open,” he said, and Douglas did, eyes still distant as he licked and sucked away the stickiness from Nikolai’s fingers. No complaint, but no joy yet, either. “I love seeing you full of my cum,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, trying to bring him the rest of the way.
    “I love making you happy, sir,” Douglas murmured back. He sounded so dazed. Still trembled softly.
    “Is that so?”
    “Yes, sir. More than anything, sir.” He didn’t sound dishonest so much as absolutely exhausted, wrung out, and Nikolai felt pity curl through him again. Too soft, indeed. Well, knowing his own weaknesses as a master simply meant he could adapt for them. He could walk the line, be both understanding and firm at the same time.
    “Take this, then.” He picked up the discarded plug, sticky with lube and cum, and gently nudged it into Douglas’s mouth, pushing until the boy gagged and his nostrils flared. “I’m doing you a favor, understand? No need to talk anymore. No need to beg or apologize or explain yourself. Just let yourself take the pleasure I give you. Now . . .” He reached around, opening up the boy’s cock cage with practiced fingers. Gave the newly freed cock a slow pump.
    Nothing. Flaccid.
    If the boy could talk, Nikolai knew he’d be saying, “I’m sorry, sir, I’m just tired, sir, please let me rest, sir.” Instead, he whined and twisted. The effect on Nikolai’s mood was the same as if he’d complained aloud. “Douglas,” he warned. “I know we’ve had a long day, but being too tired to perform is a privilege not afforded to slaves like yourself.”
    Douglas nodded, but still his cock didn’t rise.
    How very disheartening. He’d never had trouble getting or