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tongue bathing the head of his cock until it stung. But God, even if it hurt, he’d never ask his master to stop, never never, because it was so good, such a long time coming, pleasure, pleasure, even in this place pleasure, and Nikolai’s hand was on his hip, pinning him to the bed, helping him to obey.
Nikolai didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t want to hurt him, he never wanted to hurt him, he just wanted—just wanted so badly for Dougie to be good, to do what he was told, and now it would all be so much better. His cock pulsed and twitched and his poor swollen balls drew up tight, a terrible wash of pain beneath the much headier pleasure, and Dougie fisted the sheets, trying not to come, just wanting to make Nikolai happy, the way Nikolai was making Dougie happy with his kindness and his consideration, with his powerful relentless suction and the motion of his throat that was all so good, so so so— “Sir!” he shouted, because he couldn’t stop it now—not even the cramping and the hypersensitivity and the powerful ache in his balls and ass could stop the cresting wave of pleasure—and he didn’t want to be punished, he wanted to make Nikolai happy, damn it, why couldn’t he do this one small thing?
Nikolai pulled off and out of him, rubbing his belly again, bringing him down. “Do you have something you’d like to ask me, Douglas?”
Dougie’s hips rose, then fell again. Not a hole to be used. He’s my master. I’m the hole. He uses me. My dick is just a plaything. Just one more plaything. Just one more thing he owns. I should be grateful he deigns to touch it at all. I am grateful.
“May I come, sir? Please, please—”
“Where would you like to come, Douglas? How? Should I stop sucking you now and milk you to completion?”
No, please, no more humiliating, pleasureless dribbles of cum, especially not now, not when he was so close to coming for real, so close to orgasm for the first time in . . . God, he couldn’t even remember. “Please don’t milk me sir, please . . . please let me come . . . in—in your m-mouth? Sir?”
Nikolai snorted, and Dougie cried, “I’m sorry!” even as Nikolai said, “Shhh, Douglas, that’s all right. I asked you a question. You answered honestly. I respect that. But I’ll not be swallowing your cum, Douglas, now or any other time. Never ask again.”
He didn’t sound angry, didn’t even sound disapproving, really, but his words seemed harsh even if his tone wasn’t, and Dougie trembled beneath them, his urgency fleeing beneath his fear, his cock softening in Nikolai’s hand.
Nikolai gave him an encouraging stroke. “But since today is about rewarding your progress, perhaps I can compromise. I’m a giving man, Douglas, and I want you to remember that always. You can come in my mouth, but I won’t swallow your seed. You will.”
“I will? How?” Please just tell me what you want, sir. Please just tell me how to make you happy. How to keep you from hurting me. Please, I’ll do anything.
Nikolai slapped Dougie’s balls lightly with his free hand, and pain ricocheted down his thighs and into his belly, so stark that for a moment he couldn’t breathe. He wanted to beg, apologize, throw himself at Nikolai’s feet, but Nikolai had already moved on, was parting his lips to speak again. “Don’t ask questions now. You’ll know what to do when it’s time.”
Dougie nodded, lying back again, trying to let the pleasure override the pain once more. He didn’t have to try very hard, because Nikolai’s warm mouth returned, gentle this time, suckling him in slow pulses, drawing the orgasm nearer inch by inch like reeling in a kite.
Dougie twisted and writhed underneath him, moaning and keening and begging a little, words that didn’t fit together right, didn’t even seem to make sense, like they were in some other language, some primal language he’d known before he was born. Well, if this was meant to be a rebirth, then it made some kind of horrible