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He decided to go to bed early, hoping his usual dreams
weren't going to make the night a misery. In fact, he did have
to get up several times to piss, but that seemed to relieve the
pressure a bit and he was able to get back to sleep.
Why do I want to do this again? he wondered, but the thrill
of not knowing what Damian would do next was too alluring
to resist.
Once at school, he found it easier to concentrate in his
lectures, but trips to the restroom made him nervous.
Obviously he couldn't use a urinal out in the open with that
device strapped to his dick, so he had to use a stall.
The cage made him conscious of his penis all the time, the
way it felt when his trousers brushed over it while walking
frustrated him. He couldn't remember speaking to anyone at
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school; his thoughts were firmly fixed on the symbol of his
submission to Damian and his own cock.
By the time he arrived home, Nick was so tired, he didn't
even eat; he simply went to bed.
* * * *
Friday morning, Nick was waiting for Damian outside the
locked door, fuming and pacing.
"Take this fucking thing off me!" he demanded.
"Good morning to you too, Nick," Damian said mildly. He
unlocked the door without haste and went to his office, Nick
dogging his every footstep.
"Did you ?"
"I didn't touch it or myself. Take it off right now!" Nick said
angrily.
Damian sat down and motioned Nick closer. "We're going
to have to have a talk about topping from the bottom. I don't
allow that, pet."
"Yes, sir," Nick gritted, without knowing what Damian was
talking about. He sighed with relief as Damian unbuckled him
and rubbed at his limp organ.
Damian inspected him; a few reddened areas, but no
damage. "If it bothered you that much, why didn't you just
take it off?"
"You said not to," Nick said, as if that was self-evident.
Damian nodded. "I'm very proud of you. You did well."
Nick's lips curved in a tremulous smile. "Thank you, sir."
"Go make me a coffee," Damian said, and gave him a little
swat.
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Nick's eyes darkened with desire but he turned obediently
and made for the door.
* * * *
Ashley arrived with a young man in tow, with tufty dark
hair and amazing green eyes. His voice was noticeably colder
as he ordered, "Make yourself useful, Derek."
"Sure," the young man said agreeably, although his gaze
was resentful. "How's it hanging, Damian?" he asked the
photographer with a familiarity that stunned Nick and also
made him jealous.
Then Derek came up to Nick and asked, "Are you one of
the models?"
"No, I'm just the assistant, but they asked me to model a
couple of things for this catalog," Nick answered modestly,
wondering if he would ever be able to talk to Damian with
such familiarity. "My name is Nick Sayers."
"Oh, the assistant. You have my old job. I'm Derek
Stearns. Boy, you wouldn't catch me dead wearing any of
that gear," Derek declared, glancing over his shoulder to see
if Ashley was within earshot. "Eyeball those chicks. Man,
they're tough."
"You fancy the birds then?"
"Not really. I'm more of a man's man, if you get my drift."
"You're an American, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Came over to get some life experiences before I
buckle down to real work. I've traveled all over Europe; it's a
real lark over here. Hey, doesn't this stuff of Ashley's give you
the willies?" Derek asked curiously.
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"No, not at all," Nick lied boldly.
"Well, better you than me then," Derek shrugged. "Want
me to do that?"
"No, I know how Damian likes his coffee, but you could go
downstairs to get the pastries, and Ashley usually takes a
latté," Nick suggested.
"Yeah, I know. Okay, where do I go and how many do I
get of what?" Derek asked.
Nick told him and handed over some money. After Derek
left, Ashley came into the kitchen and said, "I hope you don't
mind wearing something a little unusual today, Nick. I had it
made just for you. I'm starting a new line, and I think it'll be
a hit."
Damian strolled in and said, "I think perhaps you should
have consulted me first on that, Ashley."
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