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brought his hand down on Nick's backside with stinging effect,
but he was right, the sound was only a muffled slap. Nick
hoped there was enough noise in the studio to cover it
because he didn't want it to stop.
The hand continued to rain down hard blows, creating a
welcome glow. Nick made a small sound, like the mewl of a
kitten, and wriggled, causing Damian to pause and press his
hand over the bulge in his pants.
"Now we'll have your trousers down and have a look,"
Damian murmured.
Nick could barely keep still; the photographer's hands at
the closure of his jeans were unbearably arousing. He was
achingly hard. He had wanked during the days when Damian
was ignoring him, but his efforts had been useless; he'd only
succeeded in making himself sore. He hoped that perhaps
Damian might be willing to remedy that.
He wiggled when he felt his jeans lowered to his knees.
Damian's hands slid inside his boxers, teasingly squeezing his
buttocks before he pushed those down as well.
"You're a lovely color round back," Damian observed. "Hot
and pink. Peachy smooth," he said rubbing his hands all over
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Nick's ass. "I think I might have to keep you this color all
day; it's most becoming. Say a little swat every hour or so,
work permitting."
"Yes, sir," Nick agreed. The warmth in his seat was quite
pleasurable.
"I hope that you've missed this, me smacking your little
bottom. Have you missed me here, filling you?"
A finger followed the line between his buttocks and Nick
shivered as it caressed his opening.
"Yes, sir. I want you to fill me," Nick gasped, achieving his
first direct request without prompting.
Damian swallowed the lump in his throat; his boy had
courage, more than he did. Nick had no clue as to what was
going on between them, and yet he was still brave enough to
take that step off the edge of the cliff into freefall. Damian
resolved that he wouldn't betray his boy's trust.
"And you want me to fill you now, don't you, my pet?" he
inquired silkily, his voice giving no clue of what was going on
for him internally.
"Yes, please, sir."
"Very well." Damian grinned and pulled something from his
pocket. He lubed his fingers and stroked over the tiny pink
portal, watching Nick try to remain still. He heard the gasp as
he pushed his finger inside, spreading the lubrication, making
the way easier. The boy was so tight Damian felt his cock
harden against his belly and gave silent thanks that he was in
the habit of dressing up; he hated getting hard with his cock
at a weird angle.
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When he had Nick gasping and squirming all over the
surface of the desk, he withdrew his finger and said, "Are you
ready for me, pet?"
"Yes ... please ... fill me ... sir," Nick stammered,
desperately trying to keep his voice down.
He gasped and jumped when he felt something cool but
hard stretching his hole, pulsing around it while he tried to
figure out just what it was. He clenched around the invader
and stirred, as if to look back, but Damian's hand held him
flat on the desk. "What is that?"
"No peeking," Damian chastised him. He pushed another
bead in, watching with pleasure as Nick's entrance pulsed
with the penetration. The boy was writhing now, but Damian
proceeded as if nothing unusual was happening.
Teasingly, Damian put the entire string of beads up Nick's
ass, one at a time. The tiny yips that the boy made when
they rubbed over his prostate were delicious, but Damian
anticipated that by the time he removed them, Nick would be
very hot and bothered indeed.
The beads were graduated in size and the final one
stretched Nick fully. He gasped and ground his cock against
the hard surface of the desk, wondering what the fuck
Damian was stuffing up his arse.
Finally the hand holding him down was removed and with
a final pat to the pink cheeks, Damian said, "You may stand
up, pet."
Nick pushed himself up from the desk, feeling a curious full
feeling, but not like when Damian had fucked him. "What are
they, sir?"
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"Anal beads," Damian said with a wicked grin. "Pull up
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