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tears from him. “This means everything to me, boy. I brought you here in the hopes it might be the same for you.”
    His voice cracked. “Is it too much to ask for another kiss, Sir?”
    He hated how needy he sounded, but more than that, he needed some reassurance.
    â€œIt would be my pleasure.”
    Jarvis took his mouth, not hesitating to plunge inside and explore thoroughly. Yet, while the kiss was claiming, possessive, it was also… Loving?
    Garson kissed back with everything he had. He pushed his tongue past Jarvis’ lips, their exchange heating. The moment was all about their connection. Nothing else mattered. Garson couldn’t embrace Jarvis, couldn’t touch him while held in the arms of the sling, but he could reach for him through this one joining.
    Their movements became more languid until they slowed to a halt and Jarvis broke their connection. His stomach clenched.
    â€œI could do that with you forever, boy. However, I have some wonderful plans for tonight and I know how much you need what I’m about to give.”
    Jarvis yanked his cock again, but the pull was stronger than before and didn’t stop. He gritted his teeth. At the point where Garson thought his dick and sac might be ripped from his body, the leaking head of his erection enveloped in a satisfying sensation of ache and burn, Jarvis paused. With one quick tug, he was anchored to something above his body, the stretch unrelenting.
    Garson clenched his fists, his toes curling. The CBT he’d experienced in the past had been good. Very good. But with his body held aloft as though he floated on air and his genitals attached as if he hung from them—he thought he’d come from that alone.
    Jarvis trailed his fingertips along Garson’s skin, only briefly leaving him without touch as he undoubtedly prepared for the next step of Garson’s torture. Jarvis used the roughened pads of his fingers to pinch one nipple. He toyed with the little nub of flesh, twisting and pulling, then before Garson had a chance to take a breath, a metal clamp with sharp teeth latched on to his tit.
    He let out a gasp. It was so fucking good. The other one begged for attention, tightening in anticipation. Garson wanted to cry out that it was ready, to instruct Jarvis that he didn’t need to prep it more, but knew better than to say anything. Jarvis teased and tormented his nipple, Garson releasing a yell when the bite of the second clamp hit him.
    Jarvis paused, laying his palm on Garson’s head as if allowing him the chance to adjust to the assault on his body. After a few moments, Jarvis flicked the clamps and Garson struggled in his binds, making the sling sway. The pull on his cock and sac was delicious, the air wafting past his exposed hole a reminder of how vulnerable he was with his legs spread wide in the hanging apparatus.
    Please fuck me.
    He’d never allowed it before. Alan was the only one who’d ever had him that way. Like so many other hard limits that’d been obliterated during his evening with Jarvis, he found himself allowing his need for Jarvis to wash over him. He wanted to experience the thick girth of Jarvis’ cock, to know what it was like as the Dom filled and stretched his ass with the ample length, give himself over to Jarvis completely as he pounded into him.
    Garson cried out, his nipples tugged harshly by what seemed to be a chain fastened to the clamps. Jarvis had jerked it upwards then subsequently attached the connector to yet something else hanging above him. He thrashed his head from side to side as he attempted to process the pain coursing through him. With his eyes covered, his attention was forced to center on the sensitive parts of his body surrendering to Jarvis’ harsh abuse.
    He floated and it had nothing to do with the sling. Jarvis had him and it was so fucking amazing, everything he’d ever dreamed of. Garson released a sigh, partly from surprise, the