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Is that okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Damian said. "What size waist and inseam?"
Nick mumbled his size, and Ashley quickly sorted through
the stacks he'd brought, pulling out all the trousers in Nick's
size.
Nick reached out to stroke a pair of dark, wine-red
trousers, made of the softest leather. "I like these."
"They'll go with your coloring, kid," Damian said,
remembering the smooth, honey-toned skin that had been
exposed fully to him the night before.
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A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Nick looked up guiltily, wondering what Damian was
thinking. He hoped that nothing of his arousal was showing,
unaware that his wide eyes and parted lips spoke volumes to
both men.
"Put this on with it," Ashley said, tossing a white shirt at
Nick.
Nick caught it, his fingers sliding against the silky fabric.
"Go get dressed, boy," Damian urged. "We'll take a few
shots so Ashley can make a decision."
Nick went to the bathroom to change while Damian set up
his digital camera on the tripod standing right where he'd left
it the previous evening. It amused him to direct Nicholas to
the same set, and he wondered maliciously how
uncomfortable it would make the young man.
Ashley gave a wolf whistle when Nicholas emerged from
the bathroom. The silk of the shirt was thin and the flat dark
circles of his nipples showed dimly through the fabric. The
leather pants clung to his slim hips, outlining each cheek of
his arse, the smooth lines telling the two older men that he
was going commando.
"Nicholas," Damian said, his husky voice purring with
power, "go into the set. Put both hands behind you and lean
on that bar."
Nick felt his cock twitch at the tone in Damian's voice; the
slow drawl was commanding, but promised a rich reward for
obedience. Automatically, he walked to the canvas, shivering
from the cold of the painted concrete floor under his bare
feet. The canvas was a little warmer, although he stumbled as
he tripped over the forgotten lump of foam under the cloth.
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A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
When he reached the bar, Nick faced Damian, not fully,
but turned into the light, his eyes flicking questioningly to the
photographer to see if he was posed correctly.
"Hands behind your back. Lean on the bar," Damian
directed encouragingly.
Ashley moved abruptly to stand behind the cart that held
Damian's computer monitor tethered to the camera, in order
to hide his burgeoning cock. At Damian's order, Nick had put
his hands behind him, grabbing the bar, making him arch his
chest out, the buttons pulling a bit. His nipples were hard and
the little peaks were shadowed as the white silk pressed
against them.
"Good boy," Damian said softly.
Even from where Ashley stood, he could see how the soft
leather outlined every ridge and vein of Nicholas's cock as it
stood erect in sharp relief. Damian's voice had had its effect
on Nick. No matter how he tried to make it go down, Nick's
erection continued to grow.
The pose he had taken had the effect of making him look
as if his hands were bound behind him, but his eyes were
defiant and his mouth sulky. His dark curly hair swept almost
to his shoulders.
Damian strode onto the set and tousled the boy's hair,
making him look as if he'd just rolled out of bed. He pulled
out his own lip balm, smearing it onto the pink curved mouth
until it glistened. Damian pretended not to notice how
Nicholas jumped whenever he touched him, panting softly
through parted lips. As a final touch, he opened one button of
the shirt, dragging his fingertips deliberately over the exposed
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skin to pull the shirt slightly open. He smiled right into
Nicholas's eyes as he heard a small groan of desire, inaudible
to Ashley.
"Good boy," he said again, and he returned to his camera.
Nick was acutely aware of every feather-light brush of
Damian's fingers against his skin, the thumb smearing the
salve on his lips, fingers drawing along his chest, and hands
on his shoulders positioning him just so. He forgot that Ashley
was even in the studio with them.
"Damian," Ashley said in a breathy voice. "That looks
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