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If nothing else, he owed it to himself to give this week his best shot. The BDSM play at the
clubs was no longer enough. He wanted what Andrew offered. So why had he blown it right out
of the gate? Even if Andrew hadn t caught him, he d been cheating. He d cheapened the
potential of their submissive experience by willfully violating his Dom s express dictates.
How the heck had Andrew known what he was doing? Was he lurking outside the door, just
waiting to catch him? If only he could undo the last fifteen minutes and start over. He was the
one who claimed he wanted this real, so why had he snuck around like a teenaged idiot? Along
with chagrin and embarrassment, real remorse washed over Ethan. When Andrew returned a
moment later, he whispered a heartfelt, I m sorry, Sir.
Maybe it was the sincerity in his tone or the expression on his face. Whatever it was,
Andrew s stern visage eased a little and a hint of a smile seemed to brush his lips. Next time
you jerk off without permission, maybe you should bite your pillow or something. Your moan
carried clear into my room. It wasn t too hard to figure out what the hell was going on in here.
He held up a thick strap of leather with cuffs on either side. Since you aren t yet capable of
resisting temptation, we ll just remove the temptation. Stand up and lift your arms overhead.
Ethan stood quickly, hoping somehow to redeem himself. Andrew secured the belt around
his waist and buckled it in place at his back. Put your wrists in the cuffs, he said. Ethan did so
and Andrew clipped them shut, snapping the small padlocks into place. Andrew dabbed at the
gooey ejaculate with a tissue, shaking his head.
He pushed lightly against Ethan s shoulder. Now go to bed. We ll discuss your punishment
in the morning.
~*~
They were again in the dungeon, Ethan still in his bondage belt, his nose pressed into a
corner, a butt plug in his ass for good measure. Andrew had left Ethan to spend the night in the
cuffs. Cam had wanted to go over to him once Andrew had left the bedroom, to offer his lover
some comfort. But Andrew had explicitly forbid him from either getting out of his bed or talking
to Ethan.
Ethan s punishment was the worst sort in Cam s submissive mind that of being totally
ignored. He felt sorry for Ethan, but, even though it was Ethan s first 24/7 experience, he silently
agreed with Andrew that punishment was definitely in order for such a flagrant violation of
expressly stated rules.
Even at breakfast Andrew had left Ethan in his cuffs, feeding him scrambled eggs and bits of
bacon from his own plate and holding the orange juice to his lips. Until I m sure you can keep
your hands where they belong, he d admonished in a teasing tone, they ll stay in their cuffs.
When Andrew had stepped away a moment to pour himself another mug of coffee, Cam
caught Ethan s eye. Silently he mouthed, You okay?
Ethan nodded and, on an impulse, Cam glanced beneath the table. Unlike Cam, who had
been permitted to put on a pair of shorts for breakfast, Ethan had remained naked. Despite his
predicament, or perhaps because of it, Cam saw his erection jutting stiffly beneath the table. He
grinned at Ethan, who grinned back, if a little shamefacedly.
Now Andrew said, Lie down on the bondage table. I m going to show you what was
missing the other night during Jermaine s little scene.
Cam lay on the table, allowing Andrew to push his legs up, feet flat, until his heels were
touching his ass. He had already placed cuffs on Cam s wrists after he d had him strip. Using a
piece of rope, he secured the cuffs to a sturdy hook embedded in the wall at the head of the
bondage table, pulling Cam s arms taut.
You re already good at orgasm control. And I m not interested in denying you that
particular pleasure. That s not what this about. I m going to do what Jermaine did, but you ll see
how very different the experience can be.
Yes, Sir. Cam swallowed nervously. Bryan had milked him on occasion, using a tool
similar to the ones Jermaine had used on his slave boys. Cam had submitted to it, but had never
really liked it. Bryan had done it as punishment, draining Cam s seminal fluid without the
accompanying pleasure of orgasm, much as Jermaine had done during the scene.
Andrew stood over him, stroking his chest and legs in long, fluid movements. Relax. I can
feel your tension. Trust me. That s part of this lesson. The only true submission can come when
there is complete trust between partners. I don t expect you to have that yet we re too new.
I was watching you during the milking scene at the party. You had a lot of trouble with it. I
want to show you it doesn t have to be like that. It can be a very sensual experience.
Yes, Sir, Cam said again, not believing him.
Andrew continued to stroke Cam s body, massaging his arms, legs and torso, touching
everything except Cam s cock, which rose, nevertheless, in anticipation. Taking a small tube
from his pants pocket, Andrew squirted some lubricant onto his fingers. Placing his other hand
firmly on Cam s chest, directly over his heart, he pressed the lubed fingers gently against Cam s
small, puckered hole.
He moved his fingers slowly, carefully easing them inside. It felt good, as did Andrew s
hand on his chest. Cam closed his eyes and sighed. Open your eyes, Andrew said. Look at
me. Keep your eyes on my face, no matter what I m doing to do you. Do you understand?
Yes, Sir, Cam murmured, fixing his gaze on Andrew s coppery brown eyes, drawn to the
spark of fire in his stare.
Andrew slid his fingers in, moving them up and back until he found what he was looking
for. Cam let out a small, involuntary cry as a tingly sensation pervaded his loins, not unlike the
feeling just before orgasm.
Andrew smiled. Yes. I ve found it. Keep your eyes on mine. Relax. Trust me. Trust
yourself. Gently, he massaged Cam s prostate through the delicate membrane that separated it
from the rectum. Several times Cam found his eyes beginning to close. He forced himself to
focus and concentrate as Andrew had directed.
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