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by Catt Ford

Damian pulled the chair to the middle of the room and sat on it. He pointed at the floor and instinctively Nick dropped to his knees, awaiting whatever might come next. His heart started the trip-hammer beat again, and his breath came faster. He looked up at Damian anxiously.

"Eyes down, boy," Damian ordered.

Obediently, Nick dropped his eyes. His hands were trembling, and Damian said, "Clasp your hands behind your back."

Nick did so, hoping that would still them.

"What is it you want from me, Nicholas?"

Nick nearly looked up at the odd, almost pleading note in Damian's voice. "I'm not sure."

"Sir. You will address me as sir when we are alone like this," Damian instructed, the tremor in his voice gone now.

"Last night I asked you some questions. Do you remember what they were?"

"Yes, sir," Nick said docilely enough, but his quickened breathing betrayed him.

"I want an answer to each one of them."

Nick drew a deep breath. If he was ever going to
know,
he would have to own his own desires, speak them out loud. And he trusted Damian; he might hurt him, but somehow Nick knew that no matter what he asked for, Damian would know how much he could bear.

"I don't know how hot that photograph made you, but I hope that it did. I do want to be naked in your presence, on my knees. I want to give you pleasure. I want you to use me 61

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any way you like. I've dreamt about what it would feel like for you to kiss me.

"No one has ever bitten my nipples, so I don't know if I'd like it. I want you.... "Nick gulped and breathed hard. "I want you to ... to ... take down my pants and warm my bottom. I think it would give me a thrill."

"Bravo, you remembered," Damian said slowly. "But you didn't answer the last one. Does it excite you to be under my power, to surrender your pleasure to me, to trust me to give you enjoyment when you deserve it, to be under my control?"

"Yes, sir." That answer was little more than a breath, but Damian had no trouble hearing it.

"What is the most populous city in the EU?" he demanded next.

"London," Nick answered, startled.

"How would that be for a safe word?" Damian asked.

"What's a safe word?"

Damian was shaken at how nearly he had decided to ignore Nick's obvious interest. Perhaps Ashley was right; Nick did need someone to take him in hand. The innocent kid didn't even know what a safe word was.

"Look at me, pet," Damian said, raising Nick's face with a finger under his chin. "Listen well now. You're telling me that you're ready to take a step into the world of kink, and you don't even know what a safe word is. If I'm doing something to you and it's too much for you, you give me your safe word, and I'll stop whatever we're doing to make sure you're okay.

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may appear to be when they're negotiating with you, without a safe word."

"If I spank you, you can moan and squirm and say no, and I won't stop until
I
decide that you've had enough, but if you say 'London' I will stop whatever I'm doing at once. Do you understand that?"

Nick nodded, his eyes shining with fear and excitement.

"Ask me for what you want," Damian said, releasing Nick's chin.

Nick squirmed but remained silent.

Damian stood up and walked to a window, looking out at the lights of London in the night. "If you don't learn to ask for what you want, you will not get it, pet."

"But it's embarrassing!" Nick exclaimed.

"Sir," Damian reminded him with a feral grin.

Nick suddenly wondered if he'd gone mad, kneeling on the floor with his hands clasped behind him in front of this man who had a body as sleek and muscular as a panther. A dangerous glitter in Damian's eyes reminded him of his lapse.

"Sir, it's embarrassing," Nick said earnestly.

"Then you don't want it enough yet," Damian said dismissively. "You may go."

Nick squirmed desperately; if he didn't ask now he might never get up the courage to come back, and he didn't want to end this flirtation with danger or whatever it was they were doing.

He took a deep breath, and blushing awfully, he managed to whisper, "Sir, would you please ... please ... spank me?"

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"What have you done to deserve a spanking?" Damian teased.

Nick looked dismayed and confused. "I don't know, sir?"

"Perhaps I'll just spank you because I feel like it then,"

Damian mused. "I haven't yet given you any rules, but I would have hoped that you would know better than to let Markie grab your ass like that."

"I didn't know he was going to do it!" Nick protested.

"Then it'll have to be just because I feel like reddening your sweet little behind," Damian said silkily. He returned to the straight chair and sat down. "Stand up."

Nick scrambled awkwardly to his feet, embarrassed that his cock was again tenting his jeans in a most obvious way.

Damian's lips twitched when he noticed it, but he preserved his severe expression.

He grabbed the loose waistband, sliding his fingers inside, pulling Nick closer to stand at his right.

"And now," Damian said, his husky voice drawling the words out slowly and deliberately, "I'm going to take your trousers down and put you over my knee and give you a real ass warming. Obviously you need a good spanking, and you're due one, my pet. Have you anything to say to that?"

"Please ... sir ... please..." Nick whispered incoherently. He was so excited that he was trembling, hoping that Damian meant what he said about taking down his pants. He was quite sure he would not be able to undo them himself.

Damian reached out and slowly unbuttoned the top button and slid the zipper down, relishing the little hiss of the metal.

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allowing Nick's cock to rise even higher, confined only by his plaid boxers.

"This spanking will be on bare skin, pet," Damian continued. He edged the waistband of Nick's boxers down a little, circling the small tattoo now exposed on the boy's hip with a gentle finger. "I wonder if I should have you count each swat? But this is your first spanking, and you might forget, and then I'd have to start from the beginning again. I think we'll wait on that. But I will tell you that I may give you ten swats, just enough to warm up those cute little buns nicely."

Nick thought he might pass out from anticipation as warm fingers inserted themselves into the elastic waistband of his boxers, sliding around his waist before pulling the boxers down to his knees. He was in an agony of embarrassment at the thought of Damian looking at his dripping cock.

"That won't last too much longer," Damian said mockingly.

He pulled Nick over his knees by his arms, tipping him over to arrange him so that his ass was presented high in the air, with the boy's head down by the floor, his feet off the ground, so he could get no leverage to push himself up. He pinned Nick's left arm between their bodies and grabbed his right wrist, twisting it up behind him and holding it at the small of his back.

Nick squirmed, feeling both humiliated and excited.

Damian had not touched his cock, but when he guided Nick's body down, he had trapped it between his muscular thighs.

The rough denim rubbing his cock as Nick pumped his hips slightly was almost enough to push him over the edge.

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He waited, not knowing quite what to expect, but suddenly feeling quite safe being held tightly in place by the older man.

"Remember, I'm just spanking you for my pleasure. And I will spank you whenever I like," Damian announced.

"Yes, sir," came a muffled voice from close to the floor.

Without any warning, Damian's hand cracked down on his arse, and Nick yelped in surprise.

"Ow!"

"Yes, spankings hurt, pet," Damian said calmly, surveying the lovely handprint he'd left on Nick's right cheek.

His hard hand swatted Nick's left cheek firmly, and he watched as the rounded flesh flattened for a moment, before bouncing back into shape. Damian felt his own cock stir. This was even more exciting than he had fantasized it would be.

The sight of that incredibly beautiful body squirming over his lap, ass reddened with two symmetrical handprints, made him harder than he'd been when fantasizing about this. He must really remember to thank Nick for this exquisite pleasure.

His hand came down again, and Nick jumped, feeling his erection begin to fade. He was beginning to think that he really didn't like this nearly as much as he'd thought he would. He jumped as the fourth crisp swat landed.

"You're looking nicely warm around back," Damian observed. "I think I had better make sure to distribute the heat evenly over your entire seat or you might find it a bit sore to sit down tomorrow."

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Nick was suddenly terrified that tomorrow his arse would still be flaming hot, as it was already, and everyone would know he had been spanked.

As if he'd read his mind, Damian said quietly, "Don't worry.

No marks. No one will know, unless you tell them."

Why would he ever tell anyone about
this,
Nick wondered, as he squirmed under the next hard swat. Damian was working his hand all over his bottom, even in the crease at the top of his thighs where it really stung. Nick kicked reflexively as Damian swatted him on a particularly tender spot.

He hadn't thought he would be able to concentrate on counting, but he had, and when the tenth swat had been administered, he relaxed over Damian's knee, thankful it was over.

He yelped in shocked disbelief as Damian delivered two harder slaps, one on each cheek.

Damian laughed. "So you
were
counting, pet. I'll remember that. I did say it
may
be ten, remember?"

Nick relaxed as the hard hand that had punished him began to stroke his heated skin, soothing away the sting. He was aware of the throbbing warmth of his backside starting to flow toward the front, and his cock slowly filled again. Nick couldn't understand why, but now that the spanking was over, suddenly he was getting hard again. He shifted surreptitiously, trying to hide his arousal from Damian.

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safely off his thigh. He wrapped his arms around the younger man.

"You did very well, pet. For a first spanking, you bore it well, and you didn't cry. Now, would you like a little reward?"

"Yes, please, sir," Nick said meekly, not altogether sure that his and Damian's ideas of what constituted a reward would be the same.

He stiffened and gasped when he suddenly felt Damian's hand on his rigid shaft. The hand was warm and rough, slightly calloused, but Damian stroked him as if he knew just what Nick wanted.

Nick spread his thighs helplessly, allowing Damian better access, moaning when a thumb swiped firmly over the head of his aching cock, sliding in the precum that dripped to the carpet.

Damian's hand sped up, and Nick's hips started to pump, thrusting into the fist that surrounded him. It had been a long time since a mere hand job thrilled him, but this one did.

Whether it was because it was a man holding him or the spanking or a combination, Nick didn't know.

His climax hit him like a freight train, dwarfing his efforts at home when he couldn't sleep for thinking of Damian. He spurted high, catching Damian under the chin, although he never realized it, for his eyes were screwed shut with the almost painful pleasure as he cried out helplessly, feeling like a ragdoll in the strong hands holding him.

Damian smiled, watching his beautiful boy as he gave him the first orgasm. He decided that it would be one of many if the boy proved willing; Nick was incredibly sensitive and 68

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responsive. Besides, there was something else about the young man that struck a chord deep within him. Nick's eyes were still closed when Damian wiped off his chin, sucking his fingers sensuously to enjoy the taste.

He held Nick, cuddling him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, smiling when the liquid eyes opened, glittering when Nick turned his eyes to him, full of wonder.

"That was fucking phenomenal, sir!" he said enthusiastically.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, pet," Damian said, amused. "But now there's a little matter of my satisfaction."

"What do you want me to do, sir?" Nick asked uneasily.

Damian gave him a soft kiss on the mouth, and Nick leaned into him, parting his lips, but Damian kept his tongue to himself. Nick would have to earn that privilege.

"I want you to kneel. I'm going to jack off on you. I want to mark you, pet," Damian directed. While it amused him that Nick had actually marked him first without knowing it, it was only right that he stake his own claim.

Obediently, Nick slipped off his lap, kneeling on the floor.

"Take off your shirt."

Nick obeyed, allowing his shirt to slide off his arms to the floor.

"Hands behind you," Damian reminded him.

"Yes, sir," Nick said in his soft voice, clasping his hands behind him, resting them above his flaming arse.

Damian stood up and opened his pants, easing his erection out. It was such a relief that he sighed, and heard the 69

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echoing sigh from his young protégé. Nick's eyes were fixed on the awesome tumescent organ.

"It's so big," he breathed.

Sensing the fear in his voice, Damian sought to reassure him. "We'll take it slow, Nicholas, and you have your safe word if I do anything that scares you."