Josh Hartnett surprises jesse_eden Metcalfe at work

[josh_hartnett]

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"Are you still okay, Ryan?" Jesse asks the young man who's currently kneeling on a table in the middle of the room Jesse uses whenever he does photoshoots for Y magazine. It's a former factory building with brick walls which has been turned into shops, offices and a large photo studio.

Today, Jesse's been taking pictures of Ryan in various bondage positions and he's almost finished with the shoot. He just needs to take a couple of more of Ryan with his hands and head tightly secured in stocks which in turn are held in place by a rope hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Ryan replies and smiles. He's worked with Jesse before and always enjoyed it. It shows that Jesse has some knowledge about bondage and other kinky stuff although Ryan isn't sure how much Jesse's done since he's supposedly married to some rich lawyer who - in Ryan's experience - are way too uptight to do anything even vaguely kinky.

"Cool. We're almost finished anyway, I just need to grab my other camera." Jesse turns around and walks to the other end of the room to change his equipment.

Finished with his meetings for the day, Josh glances at his watch, calls for his driver and then hesitates when asked whether he's heading home or back to the office. It's early enough Jesse should still be shooting. He gives James the address for the studio instead and resists the urge to stick his tongue out at the man when gets a raised eyebrow from him. Fuck off, he thinks instead, knowing James doesn't really mean anything by it. Jesse's usually the one who comes to see him, not the other way around. Never the other way around.

"You can take the car home, drop my briefcase off and call it a night," he tells him when they pull up in front of the building. "I'm going to take my husband to dinner."

He checks in with concierge who has his name on file but looks at him like he's sprouted a second head. "Problem?"

"No, sir," the concierge responds quickly. "Down that hall, take the last elevator to the second floor and it's on the right, third door."

Jesse continues taking pictures with the new camera, occasionally asking Ryan to change his position a little bit.

It has been an easy photoshoot and Jesse enjoys the work but he's thinking about his husband, wondering if Josh will be home late again.

The building is an old converted factory building and it shows but they've done some fairly cool things with it while retaining the more appealing original features. Josh locates the studio easily and, finding the door unlocked, lets himself in. There's dividers to make his way around, loosely set up to separate the space, but he quickly finds his husband on the other side, following the sound of Jesse's voice, an eyebrow raised at the sight before him. A boy in stocks. Damn. He tucks his hands into his pocket and grins, watching Jesse and the boy, unwilling to interrupt.

It takes him a second but eventually Ryan notices the stranger standing in the studio watching him and Jesse. Dressed in a black suit, white shirt and a dark grey tie, the guy looks like the upscale lawyer he probably is. Which could mean... "Jesse?" Ryan asks quietly. "Were you expecting someone? Your husband maybe?"

"Huh?" Jesse's concentrating on his photos, hardly noticing that Ryan's talking to him. He moves around, taking another picture of the bound young man on the table.

"There's someone watching us," Ryan says, hoping that the stranger really is Jesse's husband, otherwise this could become awkward very soon.

Josh chuckles and waves at the bound boy, waiting for his husband, his slave, to notice he's there.

Ryan waves back and laughs when he realizes that Jesse still hasn't noticed the stranger.

"Ryan! What are you doing?" Jesse asks, puzzled when his model suddenly starts waving. He turns around and nearly drops his camera when he sees Josh standing there, looking absolutely fantastic.

"Mast... you... I mean, hi," Jesse stutters, quickly walking over to his husband. "Hi," he repeats, still not fully recovered from the shock of seeing his Master so unexpectedly.

"Hi." Josh grins, pulling Jesse into his arms and kissing him thoroughly. "I thought I'd come watch you work for a bit, take you out for dinner."

Jesse melts into the kiss. He knows that Ryan is watching them but he doesn't care. He returns the kiss passionately before he whispers "Excellent idea, Master. We're almost finished with the photo shoot. There's a chair here somewhere if you want to sit while you wait?"

"Will your subject mind me watching?" Josh asks, keeping Jesse close for a moment.

"I don't think so," Jesse replies with a smile. "I mean, his photos will end up in a magazine that hopefully lots of people will buy so I don't see why he should mind you watching us work. I'm going to ask him, though."

Ryan watches Jesse and his husband, surprised by the open display of affection from the "uptight lawyer type". They seem happy together and he's happy for Jesse who's such a lovely guy.

Turning a little bit, Jesse grins at Ryan. "Do you mind if my... husband watches while I take pictures?" Master Jesse had almost said but that is something Ryan doesn't need to know.

"No, that's fine. I don't mind at all." If he had problems with being seen like this, he wouldn't model for these kind of photos in the first place.

"Thanks. One more question," Josh murmurs, dropping his voice, his words kept for Jesse alone. "Is that your set-up?" Nodding at the table and stocks.

Jesse nods and grins. "You like it?"

"Very much," Josh says, grinning back. "Although I'm picturing a totally different boy in it." His eyes on Jesse.

Jesse bites his lip to suppress a moan. The words and the way Josh looked at him are enough to make Jesse's cock half-hard already. "Maybe we should come back after dinner," he whispers, "and find out how I would look in stocks."

"I definitely think we should," Josh says, giving Jesse one more kiss before he takes his seat and lets his husband get back to work.

When Jesse picks up his camera again to continue with the photo shoot, he has a hard time concentrating. Whenever he now sees Ryan in the stocks, he pictures himself in the young man's place, wondering what his Master will do later. But whatever it will be, Jesse knows he'll enjoy it.

"Almost finished, Ryan," Jesse says. "Can you kneel up a little bit, please?" Click "That looks good..." Click "One more... close your eyes, please..." Click "Sit down again and spread your legs a bit more..."

Ryan follows Jesse's directions, wondering what Jesse's husband thinks about the pictures. As far as Ryan's concerned, he enjoys these photoshoots and even more now that he knows that someone's watching.

Josh watches the two men. His slave and the man Jesse's shooting, his cock aching, filling despite his best intentions. In another time, another place, he would have done whatever it took to pick up the boy, to fuck him where he is, his submissive posture, the way his cock's kicked up letting Josh know his attentions would be welcomed. But now, despite the boy's prettiness and the vague allure of his unknown ass, all Josh can really think of is putting Jesse in those stocks and tormenting his boy until he screams, the sounds of pain and pleasure filling the studio.

Finally they're finished and Jesse puts his cameras away. "Thank you, Ryan," he says while he releases the model from the stocks. "Good job as always."

"Thanks," Ryan replies. "That was fun. Hope we'll work together soon." He walks over to a corner of the studio where he gets dressed.

Smiling, Jesse walks over to his husband. "So, now you've finally seen me working. Did you like it?"

Josh nods, rising to his feet. "Very much. I especially like the props." He grins and then sobers a bit. It suddenly very important to him that he show more interest in his husband's work. In the actual ins and outs. "Do I get to see the photos? What do you do now?"

"I'm going to upload the pictures to my laptop now," Jesse replies, "and then I have to decide which are the ten best photos. That's the hardest part for me. I have taken hundreds and the magazine only needs ten. And you can definitely see them. Tell me what you think and which you would pick?"

Josh nods, following Jesse to where he has his laptop set up. "Will they print all ten? Or just choose a few from the ones you send them?" he asks, fascinated by the process, by the sight of his boy at work.

Jesse uploads the photos to his laptop. "It pretty much depends on the magazine," Jesse explains. "Y magazine usually orders between ten and fifteen pictures, and then they use between eight and twelve. Other magazines might order up to twenty photos and then use only two or three. There's nothing I can do about that but since I'm getting paid for the photoshoot and not for the amount of photos they print, I'm not that worried about it."

Josh smiles, watching Jesse's face as he explains. "And do you choose the models or do the magazines?" He doesn't really have a clue how this works and he probably should have asked Jesse years ago, instead of just asking him how his day went.

"Both. Some magazines provide the models for a photoshoot but I've worked with Y magazine for a couple of years now and they just tell me what they want, leaving everything else to me." Jesse smiles at Josh, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Which is what I prefer. As much as I usually love being given orders, when I'm working I'd like to have the freedom to do things my way," he adds with a grin.

"I don't blame you," Josh says, grinning back. "So, what do you look for when you're looking at the photos? What makes you choose one over another?"

"That's difficult to explain," Jesse says. "I'll show you when we look at the pictures."

Josh kisses Jesse again and then turns his attention to the laptop screen. "So show me. Tell me what makes a good photo. One you'd choose for the magazine. Or do you get rid of the bad shots first? Wait, when you're shooting, do you delete as you go or do you get rid of them now?"

Jesse chuckles. "No, I don't delete as I go. I pick the ten the magazine wants and keep twenty more in case they're not happy with what I've chose. The rest I'm going to delete." Jesse points at the first row of thumbnails on his laptop. "Look at these. They look all very similar, right? But this one," he points to the fifth, "this is the one I'm going to choose. The angle is better than in the other pics, Ryan's expression is exactly what I was looking for... There are tiny nuances that make this pictures better than the others, you know? I have a clear image in my mind when I start shooting and once I'm finished, I hope that I could capture it." He smiles. "Which one would you pick?"

"Of those? The same one," Josh says, nodding as he looks them over more closely. "For the same reason you said. His expression. It's more... like he's just waiting to be used."

"Exactly," Jesse says. "He looks like he wants it, like he needs it. The posture is perfect in every picture but his expression? Only in this one."

Josh nods again then smiles at his husband. "When do you have to get the photos to the magazine?"

"The day after tomorrow," Jesse replies and grins. "Why? Are you hungry, Master? I really don't have to finish this tonight. We can go and have dinner."

Josh laughs. "I'm that transparent, am I?" He smiles. "I was thinking light dinner and then back here to make use of those," he says, nodding at the stocks and table.

"After all these years? I think I know you a little bit, Master," Jesse says and chuckles. "And yes, please. Dinner and coming back sounds good." He wraps his arms around Josh and kisses him. "Maybe you should gag me later. It's a very public place here, you know. I'm not sure they want to hear me scream."

"You can have my tie," Josh promises, kissing Jesse back. "I assume the front door locks?"

Jesse nods. "Yes, it locks. I usually just don't bother since everyone who wants to come into the building has to clear it with the concierge first. I've never had problems here."

"That's fine. I don't want anyone walking in on us though," Josh says, offering his arm to Jesse. "Where do you want to eat? What do you feel like?"

Taking Josh's arm, Jesse says "There's a nice Italian restaurant around the corner and a Thai two blocks down the street. They're both really good."

"Let's go for the Italian," Josh says with a smile, not at all apologetic for what he says next. "I have a feeling, tonight, that closer's better."

Jesse laughs. "Well, maybe we should just order something, Master. That would be even closer."

"No. I came to take my husband out to dinner and that's what I'm going to do," Josh insists. "You shouldn't encourage my distraction," he adds with a smile, holding the door open for Jesse as they leave the studio.

"I'll keep that in mind," Jesse grins. He locks the door and they walk toward the elevator. "And how was your day, Master?"

"It was fine. I had a couple of meetings, finalized that merger in Argentina, talked to Antony. He thought he might be in New York in a few weeks," Josh says, leaning against the back of the elevator when it comes, his eyes on Jesse. "He has a boy."

"It would be nice to see.... wait, what? He has a boy?" To say Jesse is surprised would be the understatement of the year. "When did that happen, Master?"

"Apparently a while ago," Josh replies, shaking his head. "He's an actor. Plays the lead on some show called Arrow."

"Never heard of it," Jesse says and laughs. "I'm even more surprised to hear that Mr. Starr has a boy than I was hearing about Monsieur Garneau with a boy."

"I know. At least with Louis, it just seemed like he hadn't met the right one or was too busy with work," Josh says as he tries to picture Antony with the man he googled. "But I was a complete bastard before I met you, so I guess Antony could have met this guy and changed. Or maybe the guy likes bastards. Antony can be incredibly charming."

That makes Jesse laugh even more. "Well, I only know him as charming but whatever his boy sees in him, the important thing is that they get along, right? I doubt Mr. Starr forced him to sign a contract with him."

That might be closer to the truth than Jesse knows, Josh thinks, amusing himself for a moment with the thought. "I'm sure they get along," he says instead. "But he's more of a workaholic than I am."

Jesse's pretty sure that no one works as much as his husband but now is not the time to argue about that. "If Mr. Starr's boy is an actor, he might be very busy, too," he says instead, "so maybe they're both workaholics."

Josh laughs as the elevator opens and they step out into the hall. "That would drive me crazy," he says, linking their hands again as they leave the building. "Now where's this place?"

"So you don't want me to work as much as you do, Master?" Jesse teases. "And it's just around the corner. This way," he adds, leading Josh to the Italian restaurant.

"Nope. I want you to work because it makes you happy but I also want you when I want you," Josh says, making absolutely no apologies for it.

"That's good then because that's exactly what I want, too, Master," Jesse says and smiles. "I like the way we do things."

"Me too." Josh grins. "This is it?" he asks, nodding at the quaint little restaurant and opening the door for Jesse when his boy nods. "Have you been here before?"

"Yes, Master, I've been here before. Usually I come here to eat when I'm working in the studio. It's a nice place."

"What do you have?" Josh asks, smiling at the waitress as she seats them at a quiet table away from the door, menus handed over and their drink order taken.

"I think I'll have the Lobster Cannelloni," Jesse replies. "They're really good but the Goat Cheese Ravioli or the Gamberoni Fra Diavolo are really good, too... no, I think I'll take the Cannelloni."

"I'll have the shrimp," Josh says, setting the menu aside, willing to take Jesse's recommendation. "Do you feel like some wine?"

Jesse nods. "Yes, wine sounds good but you know more about that than I do, Master," he says. "Would you choose something, please?"

There's a surprisingly extensive wine list for a place so small and Josh is quite impressed. He selects a Moscato d'Asti, an off-dry white wine which will complement both their entrees. "Mm. They have tiramisu," he says. "I wonder if it's made in-house."

"I'm sure it is. I think they make everything in-house," Jesse says and smiles. "So... how was it watching me work? You've never done this before, Master... I never really thought about it, you know? To ask you to come with me when I'm working, I mean."

"It was fascinating," Josh says, sipping at his water. "It made me wish I'd come and watched you other times. Maybe you should ask, when you're doing a particularly interesting shoot."

Jesse nods. "Sounds like a plan," he says. "I'm definitely going to do that. It was a nice surprise when you showed up today, Master."

"I should have thought of stopping in before," Josh admits, sitting back as their waitress drops by and takes their order. "Shown more interest."

"But you have been interested," Jesse protests. "And I never thought about asking you either." He smiles at their waitress, waiting until she's gone before he adds "I wasn't complaining, Master."

"I know. But I'm feeling like a bit of a heel," Josh says, which is pretty amazing on its own because Josh almost never regrets anything.

"You shouldn't," Jesse says softly. "It's okay, really. And it's not too late to come and see me work, Master. I'll make sure to let you know if I have an interesting job coming up."

"Okay. I'll stop beating myself up," Josh promises, grinning across the table at Jesse. "I love you," he says, reaching across to place his hand over his husband's.

"I love you, too, Master," Jesse says, smiling brightly. "I love you so much."

They talk for a bit about Josh's day. His latest projects, his latest run-ins with his mother. Finally both food and wine are delivered to the table and Josh groans with pleasure at the first bite of shrimp. "Mm. This is really good," he says, spearing another shrimp with his fork. "Want a bite?"

Jesse grins and nods. "Yes, please," he replies, pleased that his husband seems to like the food. "You want to try mine, too?"

Josh feeds Jesse the forkful of shrimp and takes a bite of his husband's meal in turn, the wine sipped alongside, complementing both dishes perfectly. "Do you get turned on when you're doing a job like the one today?" he asks finally, curious, his mind coming back to what he'd seen in the studio again and again.

"Sometimes," Jesse admits. "Depends on how difficult the shoot is and how much I need to concentrate. Sometimes I get turned on when I look at the pictures afterwards but it has happened during a shoot, too."

"And what do you do? Do you hide it or do you let them see you're aroused?" Josh asks, sopping up some of the sauce from his shrimp with a piece of fresh bread.

Jesse has his mouth full of delicious food and he takes his time to really enjoy it before he answers. "I don't try to hide it," he replies and shrugs. "I really don't care if anyone notices. There's nothing wrong with getting aroused when you do photo shoots like that."

"And they never comment? Or come on to you?" Josh knows he can trust his boy, but beyond that, there are a very select few he trusts completely.

"Not anymore," Jesse replies and grins. "And you know I wouldn't take anyone up on it even if they did. But I worked as a photographer before we got together and I might have accepted an offer or two back then."

"Did you?" Josh grins back, pervert that he is. "Tell me about one. In detail," he says, popping another shrimp into his mouth.

"Hmm, let's see," Jesse says. "One of my first jobs as a photographer and since no one knew what to expect or whatever, the art editor wanted to be there while I was taking the pictures. It was nothing extreme, you know, compared to what I had done at Citadel... just one guy being tied up, hog-tied, while another was fucking him with a dildo." Jesse takes a sip from his wine before he continues. "Anyway, when the shoot was finished, I was rock hard and the editor, Peter, noticed it. He asked if I had done something like that before and I said yes. I didn't tell him about Citadel, of course. Well, to cut a long story short, I ended up hog-tied in the studio and Peter fucked me senseless."

Shifting slightly in his seat, his meal all but forgotten, Josh smiles across at Jesse. "Did you ever see him again? This Peter?"

Jesse nods. "Yes, I did a couple of jobs for that magazine and Peter was still working there at the time. We've never had sex again, though."

"Why not?" Josh asks. "Was this after we met?"

"No," Jesse replies, "but it never happened again. I never asked him about it. Maybe he thought it would be weird since we worked together."

"How long ago was this?" Josh asks, sipping at his wine. "The hog-tying thing."

"Hmm, let's see... it wasn't that long after I left Citadel," Jesse says, "so 2004, I think."

"Two years before we met," Josh muses then grins. "What's the strangest thing that's ever happened to you on a shoot?"

Jesse chuckles. "You mean getting tied up and fucked by a guy I barely know isn't strange enough, Master?" He takes a sip from his wine and thinks. "I don't know, really. I mean, when you've worked for Citadel, you've done a lot of strange things so there wasn't anything that stands out, you know?"

"I wasn't thinking just sexual," Josh points out. "I meant anything. Weird clients, strange photo requests, whatever. I'm not always being perverted," he adds with another grin, really enjoying not talking about his own work for once.

"Are you sure, Master?" Jesse asks with a grin. He takes another sip from his wine, trying to remember anything especially weird. "Hmm, okay, I think the guy that wanted pictures of himself and his boy wearing pink bunny costumes might have been a little bit odd. Pink leather bunny costumes. Apparently he got them custom-made."

"Okay. That's definitely weird," Josh says. "I mean, your kink is okay, but bunny costumes?" He laughs.

Jesse shrugs and laughs. "Well, whatever floats your boat, right? Not my thing either but if the client wants it..."

"Definitely," Josh says with a smile, finally pushing his plate away. "Have to save room for dessert."

"Probably a good idea," Jesse says, pushing his plate away, too. "What are you having, Master?"

"The tiramisu," Josh answers with a wide grin, as though that should be obvious. "You?"

"Me, too," Jesse replies, "it's delicious here." He smiles at Josh, adding, "All the food is very good here. We should come back again eventually."

Josh nods. "Definitely. Maybe whenever I drop by your work," he says. "Of course, you should drop by my office and pick me up more too. I'd certainly make it home a lot earlier if you did."

Jesse nods. "Yes, Master, you're right," he says, "I definitely should do that. I haven't done that much lately."

Their waitress stops by to collect their plates and Josh orders two tiramisu. Normally he'd share with Jesse but homemade tiramisu is his favourite. The table temporarily cleared, Josh reaches across to take hold of Jesse's hand, rubbing his thumb over his husband's knuckles and smiling at him. "Do I tell you often enough how happy you make me?"

Jesse smiles and nods. "Yes, you do," he replies. "And you make me very happy, too, Master."

///

A leisurely dessert followed by an even more leisurely cup of coffee and Josh and Jesse take a stroll around the nearby park before heading back to the studio. Scening on a full stomach is never a good idea but since Josh isn't prepared to put this off, he promises himself that he won't push Jesse too hard. Especially when they have to make it home after. "Do you have a blanket or throw around?" he asks, watching Jesse lock up.

The evening had been fun so far but Jesse had been looking forward to coming back to the studio and now that they're finally here, he can feel the anticipation build in his body.

"Yes, Master, I think there's a blanket here somewhere," Jesse replies. "Let me have a look..." He searches the studio and finally locates an old grey but clean blanket. "Where do you want this?"

"Just to the side. For after," Josh says. "And then I want you naked."

"Yes, Master," Jesse says, putting the blanket on a table before he starts to undress.

"What if I wanted to take some pictures? When I get you set up the way I want?" Josh asks. "Is there a camera I can use?"

Jesse nods. "Yes, you could use this one," he says, getting his digital camera out of his bag and hands it to Josh.

"Anything I need to know?" Josh asks, taking a good look at the camera. Knowing that Jesse might not be in any shape or head space anyway to give direction later. "Or is just turn it on here and push here?"

"Yeah, that's basically it," Jesse says. "Just turn it on here," he points at a button, "and then push here," he adds, pointing at another button. "It's easy, really."

"We'll see. If they turn out badly, we'll have to have a third party here next time," Josh says then pulls Jesse in close, his boy's naked body pressed against his suit. He kisses him softly.

"Okay," Jesse says once the kiss ends, "but they'll be fine, you'll see." He smiles at Josh before he kisses him again.

Josh draws back slowly, always more interested in the softer side of things these days than he was in the past. And that's all Jesse. "Let's get you into the stocks and then up on the table. I'm assuming that's the way you did it with the model?"

Jesse nods. "Yes, Master. Seemed easier that way," he says and he can feel a shiver run through his body. He really is looking forward to this, wants to do this with Josh.

It's been a long time since Josh has played with stocks and these ones look a lot more authentic than the ones he used the last time. They're easy enough to get open but heavy and he's careful as he arranges the two pieces of wood around Jesse's neck and wrists, slowly locking them into place. "How's that?"

The stocks are heavy and Jesse shifts to adjust to their weight. He hasn't been locked into stocks in ages, probably not since he worked for Citadel. "Feels good, Master," he answers. "Heavy, but good." And he likes how they make him feel: helpless and completely at Josh's mercy.

"Let's get you up on the table," Josh says, helping Jesse to balance as they do just that, his boy kneeling, thighs spread, ass slightly raised. "Do you think you can hold that position?"

"Yes, I think I can, Master," Jesse replies with a smile.

"Good," Josh murmurs, moving to the side, where he can run his hands over Jesse's legs and up over his stomach to his chest to his nipples which he pinches between his fingers. Hard.

"Aaah," Jesse moans, "fuck..." But of course it's more pleasure than pain that he feels. "More please, Master? Please?"

"More?" Josh grins. "I don't suppose you have any clamps or clips around?"

Jesse nods and grins back at Josh. "Clips and clamps, Master," he says. "They're in that cabinet over there."

Josh checks out the cupboard and sure enough, there are proper clamps and binder clamps like his assistant uses in the office. He grabs a handful of each and returns to his boy, placing an actual clamp on each nipple before he sets to loosening the bite on the binder clamps. He wants pain, not agony.

Jesse moans when he feels the bite of the clamps on his nipples. He likes that kind of pain, knowing that it will become more intense the longer the clamps stay on.

"My boy, the painslut," Josh murmurs, a wicked gleam in his eye as he places two of the binder clips on the insides of Jesse's thighs.

"Ooooh yes," Jesse breathes when another wave of pain and pleasure runs through his body. This is going to be really really good.

Josh places a trail of binder clips running from Jesse's chest to his groin, pinching up whatever skin he can on his boy's lean muscled body.

Fuck, it hurts but it feels so good at the same time and Jesse's moans become louder. He isn't sure whether there are still people in the building but he really doesn't care that much who can hear him. And if he becomes too loud, Josh will probably gag him anyway.

"You know where this one's going, don't you?" Josh says, holding up the last proper clamp.

"I think so, Master," Jesse replies. "I think it's going on my cock." It's not that hard to guess; he knows how much Josh likes to hurt him.

Josh grins. "You know me so well," he murmurs, letting the open mouth hover over the head before he releases it into place, eyes locked on his boy's face.

"Fuck!" Jesse cries out when pain shoots through him, his body jerking in the stocks. But soon enough the pain turns into pleasure and Jesse's pained cry becomes a loud moan.

"God, you're a slut," Josh says, shaking his head as he snaps his fingers against the clamp on Jesse's cock. "My slut."

"Yes, Master, all yours," Jesse moans. "More, please?"

"More?" Josh rakes his hand down the clamps on Jesse's chest and stomach. Slaps the one on the end of his cock.

It feels so good and Jesse moans again and again, wordlessly begging for more.

"What do you think?" Josh asks, twisting and pulling at all the various clamps in turn. "Could you come like this, boy? If I gave you the order."

Jesse nods. "Yes, Master," he says, "I'm sure I can."

Josh continues pulling and pinching at the clips, his free hand wrapped around Jesse's balls, squeezing lightly. "When I say boy and not a moment before." His own cock aching so badly he can barely breathe.

Jesse nods, unable to say a word because he's too overwhelmed from all the pain and pleasure. This feels so good and although he can barely hang on to his control, Jesse wishes they could do this all night.

Josh pushes until he's certain Jesse will come without permission if he doesn't grant it this instant. "Now, boy," he orders, giving the clamp on Jesse's cock an extra vicious twist. "Come for me."

Josh has barely finished giving his order when Jesse comes so hard he sees stars. He's panting, trying to catch his breath, before he eventually manages a "Thank you, Master!"

"Good boy," Josh murmurs, his own cock giving a rough aching throb. But he's not done yet. Now he gags Jesse with his tie, making sure it's not too tight before he takes a few pictures and then slaps off the first clamp from Jesse's left nipple.

Even though it's not much, the tie muffles Jesse's scream a least a little bit. It's too much too soon and of course, Jesse loves it.

"Next time I'll bring a ball gag with me," Josh promises, slapping off the other nipple clamp with the flat of his hand.

Another muffled scream from Jesse who wonders whether he can get hard again so soon after his orgasm. Not that it matters, he's enjoying what Josh is doing anyway.

The tears running down Jesse's cheeks spike Josh's arousal so hard he can barely breathe as he keeps slapping at the clamps on Jesse's chest. Dislodging one or two with every third or fourth slap.

Jesse tries to catch his breath between screaming, crying and moaning. The pain and pleasure feel so good and he doesn't hold back, letting Josh know how much he enjoys it.

The clips slapped from Jesse's chest, Josh turns his attentions to the ones on his thighs and cock. Twisting and slapping before he finally smacks them free.

By the time the clamps and clips are slapped off of his body, Jesse is sure he's dying of too much pleasure. "Master, please," he mumbles, begging, although he's not really sure what he's asking for exactly.

"What, boy? You want to come for me again?" Josh says, sliding his arm between Jesse's thighs, his eyes locked on his boy's face as he pushes two fingers roughly into his hole, fucking them in and out.

Jesse nods, groaning behind the gag when he feels Josh's fingers fucking him. He wants to come again and he wants to feel his Master fucking him. He wants everything, it just feels so good.

"Do it," Josh orders, shoving a third finger into Jesse's hole, fucking him faster, harder.

And that's all it takes. The moment he has permission, Jesse comes again, moaning loudly behind the gag.

"Good boy," Josh murmurs, finger-fucking Jesse through every last aftershock before he pulls his fingers out, wipes them on his trousers and climbs up onto the table, his zipper drawn down, his tie pulled from Jesse's mouth and replaced with his cock.

Jesse's surprised that Josh doesn't fuck him although he definitely doesn't mind sucking his Master off. He takes Josh's cock deep into his mouth, wants to make him feel good, too.

Josh groans, head going back, staring blindly at the loft ceiling as he fucks his boy's throat without mercy, hard and deep, with no thought for anything but his own pleasure at this point.

Jesse moans, relaxing as much as he could while he let Josh fuck his mouth. He loves being used like this because he knows that Josh enjoys it and that's all that matters to Jesse: making Josh happy.

It doesn't take long, not with the kind of build-up that's preceded it, not with how fucking good it feels, how perfectly Jesse takes his cock. Josh shoves deep once, twice and again, his hips suddenly stilling as his cock starts spurting, hot and thick down his boy's throat.

And Jesse swallows everything, looking up at Josh and moaning softly. He's enjoyed this a lot but the stocks become a bit heavy and he wouldn't mind getting out of them - although if Josh wants to continue, Jesse won't complain. As always, Josh comes first.

Easing out, Josh takes a step back, still catching his breath. "Good boy," he murmurs, moving next to remove his tie from Jesse's mouth and get him out of the stocks. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Master," Jesse replies, "I'm okay. More than okay. I really enjoyed it." He smiles at Josh, glad to be out of the stocks.

"Then let's get you down, clothed," Josh says, leaning in for a kiss. "Get us both home."

"Sounds good, Master," Jesse says and smiles. "Did you enjoy it, too? What we did tonight?"

Josh laughs. "It wasn't obvious?" He grins at Jesse, helping him down from the table.

"Well, yeah," Jesse grins, "but it doesn't hurt to ask... just to make sure, you know?"

"I know," Josh nods, reaching for Jesse clothes and starting to dress his boy. He grins back at him. "It was fantastic."

"I'm glad," Jesse whispers, leaning in for a kiss.

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