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is being satisfied by this, something in his soul.

Something fundamental to who he is.

That’s when it hits me. The youth in him. His innocence. His curiosity … and his strength. The bit of myself I see in his restless eyes …

And why my photo of the bound wrestler spoke to him.

“I bet you could live like this,” I say to him. “Bound up. Stretched. Suffering. Begging for my every touch, whether it’s to pleasure you … or add another painful peg to your body wherever I want.”

Tye’s nervous swallow confirms my statement.

A smirk creeps over my lips.

It’s like I’ve slid straight into his mind without even having to try. “You like being an object,” I go on as I start to circle him, my fingertips running along his smooth, supple skin. “It isn’t even about sex to you, yet it’s the most sexually aroused you’ve ever been. Nothing has ever satisfied you before. No boyfriend’s kiss, no cock no matter the size, no bouquet of flowers on a one-year anniversary …” I chuckle darkly at that last one. “Nothing touches you the way an experience like this does …”

To punctuate that last point, I give the chain a pull twice as hard as I’ve given him yet.

Now freed of his gag, he hisses loudly in pain.

That hiss is followed at once by a moan of unprecedented pleasure.

He’s never felt this before.

And with every experimental taste I give him, he wants more.

“You think it hurts now?” I stop by his side and smirk down at him. “Wait ‘til the clamps come off.”

He turns his big eyes up to mine, as alarmed as he is excited.

“So tell me if I’m wrong.” I muscularly take hold of the sling, stopping all his movement, and bring my face right in front of his. “If any bit of what I’ve said so far doesn’t ring true, and doesn’t feel like I’m speaking the words written right over your body, then just tell me.”

He says nothing.

That’s all the answer I need.

“Good. I’m gonna get you out of this sling.” I reach up to undo his left hand.

Tye’s face wrinkles up at once. “Wait a sec. Why? Why are you freeing me? I want—”

“I know what you want.” I loosen the strap around his left hand, then start circling around to free each of his other appendages. “And you just might get it. But you’re gonna have to learn the most important lesson of all.”

“Stop undoing the binds.”

I undo them anyway. “C’mon, Tye. I see that big boner you’re sporting. You don’t think I know you’re enjoying this? Here’s your first lesson.” I set his right hand free—the last bound appendage—then take hold of that hand and pull him out of the sling and to his feet. Our hands don’t let go as I look him in the eye. “Moderation.”

His frown softens. The chained clamps—still on his nipples—hold up his tank top, showing off his cascading cliff of abs, and the low-hanging waistline of his leather pants. His gaze drops to my lips, a longing look taking him over.

Then he asks: “Can I kiss you?”

I can’t help but enjoy how fucking intoxicated he is by me. It’s as intoxicated as I am by him … and by what he needs. “Is that what you want?”

“It’s what I want right now.” He’s practically pouting. “Please let me kiss you, Dante.”

“Already asking permission for everything.” I grunt with amusement. “Boy, you are desperate to be owned, huh?”

“I want …” He grimaces suddenly, then looks down at his nipples. “Are these really gonna hurt when they come off? I can’t even feel them.”

“Because all the blood’s pushed out. But when these fuckers come off …”

A glint of excitement flashes in his eyes. “Off?”

“You were about to tell me what you want.” I lift my chin at him. “C’mon, Tye. Tell me what it is you think you want. And I know it isn’t a blow job. Or a hand job. Or any other conventional means of pleasure that countless guys would normally beg a man like me for. Look, boy, you’ve gotta learn to ask for what you want in this world, otherwise you’ll never get it.”

In an instant, Tye’s strength surges back into him—in the form of an attitude. “What is all of this, anyway? Life lesson time?”

My eyes narrow. “Yeah, sure. Life lesson time. And one more thing.”

“One more—?”

I grab his nipple clamps and pop them off so fast, he doesn’t even know it’s happening.

Until the blood surges