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He had nowhere to run, no way to leave, and it was still so hard to stay still, watching it come. His heart was in his throat. His palms hurt where he’d been pressing his nails into them. If the world was waiting for him to be ready, it never would have come.

Josh is done feeling powerless, or so he thinks. But the more he fights it, the more entangled he becomes. When will he accept that he simply isn’t the one in control …

Reader Advisory: This story is part of a series for mature audiences only and which features intensely erotic situations, discipline, exhibition, humiliation, rough first time anal sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

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Twenty minutes later, there they were pulling up to the access gate of the charter terminal. Josh leaned out to wave at the security guard. Luck was on his side. It was the same one that had been working the previous Friday when he and Daniel had flown south. He motioned them through without stopping them.

Josh spotted the familiar white limousine waiting out closer to the concourse, and directed the driver to drop him off next to it.

He couldn’t stop thinking about coming here for his first time three weeks ago, when he was still so awed by the idea that someone like Daniel Brandt wanted to see him again.

It was funny how Josh was always meeting him at the airport, as if Daniel came down from somewhere more important just to see him.

But what an unhealthy attitude, Josh realized. It’s that kind of thinking that got me into this mess. He’s just someone. He’s amazing and thrilling and I fall apart when he touches me, but he’s just human. He’s just human and I’m just human. No more and no less. If I can’t accept that I deserve him, I don’t have any business being here. What’s between us can be real. I can make it real. And if he doesn’t think that’s what he wants, I’ll show him it is. I will. It was a nice little mantra. Repeating it felt good. It helped pass the minutes that seemed to stretch like hours. The wind bit into his skin, whipped through his hair, made him feel like he was waiting at the edge of the world, trying to reach across it.

After a lifetime, a cold, dreadful lifetime, he saw a jet approaching along the network of runways.

Josh’s courage almost failed. He had nowhere to run, no way to leave, and it was still so hard to stay still, watching it come. His heart was in his throat. His palms hurt where he’d been pressing his nails into them. If the plane had been waiting for him to be ready, it never would have come.

But it came anyway. The door opened. Two men stepped down the stairs. Neither of them was Daniel.

Josh was suddenly embarrassed. He shouldn’t have come. He was making a scene, and Daniel had associates, friends … here with him.

They looked over and noticed Josh, and one of them said something over his shoulder into the door of the jet. And then Daniel emerged, and his eyes flicked to Josh and then his eyes stopped. He stopped. He stood in the doorway, looking down and across the long paces of empty tarmac.

Josh had a moment to wonder if he looked alright. He’d checked himself in the window of the car most of the ride over, but now the wind had blown everything into disarray, and there Daniel was, looking at him, the distance too great for Josh to read the man’s expression. If Josh didn’t manage to breathe soon, he’d probably pass out right there on the spot.

He saw Daniel say something in answer to the two men, and they stepped back to let him pass. He approached Josh slowly, not hurrying.

“Josh,” was all he said when drew close. His face was somber. Was Daniel happy to see him? Josh couldn’t tell.

“Oh hey Daniel,” Josh said, with a lightness in his voice that fooled no one. “What a surprise I run into you here. I was just passing through.”

Daniel’s face cracked into a bit of a smile. That made Josh feel a little better. A little bolder.

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“You thought you owned your body,” he breathed into Josh’s ear. “And I so very much love teaching you how wrong you are.”

No one has ever made Josh feel the way Daniel does, but no one has ever asked so much of Josh in return. When can he trust this man knows exactly how much he can take, and when is Josh right to be afraid?

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He was still extremely aroused as Daniel ushered him into a small boutique on the north side of the city. The walk hadn’t been far, maybe five or six blocks, and under other circumstances Josh knew he would have enjoyed it. But in his current state it felt more like a delirious march, primed to a perfect edge as his cock throbbed with unfinished business.

The boutique was much larger inside than it had appeared from the street. Rows of high-end fashion from Milan and Paris ran side by side with more fringe, risqué offerings in straight lines towards the back. Looking around, Josh began to guess a little of what Daniel had in mind.

At the sound of their entry, a man appeared from the rear of the store. In Josh’s wound up state, it was hard not to stare. The man was painfully handsome, with soft olive skin, full shoulders and chest, and perfect ass. He was maybe Brazilian, if Josh had to guess. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel, and when they fell on Daniel, they grew wide and appreciative.

“Welcome,” he said, with only a slight accent.

“Are we so obviously American?” Daniel asked, smiling.

The man laughed. “Just American? I’m not so uneducated. I know who you are.”

“You do?” Daniel sighed. “Isn’t there anywhere far enough away for me to escape it these days?”

“You are almost far enough here, I think. But not with me. I have to know about important men, and so I know about you.” His eyes left Daniel for the first time and flickered over to Josh. “You are here for your friend?” he asked, still speaking to Daniel as he looked Josh over with a penetrating gaze that – maybe it was just the lingering ache in Josh’s cock – seemed deeply sexual.

“I am. We’re looking for something a little bit more fun than what he happened to pack with him.”

“Of course,” the man agreed. “Let me show you what I have.”

Josh found himself blushing as item after item was pulled off the racks, each one more revealing than the last. As intimidated as Josh still was with Daniel, he had grown comfortable in his body around the older man. Daniel had a way of making Josh feel attractive and desired in a way no woman ever had. Josh liked the way Daniel dressed him to fit his tastes, even if it had taken some adjustment.

But being here with this strange man, going through clothes meant for Josh’s body at its most intimate … that was something different. He didn’t know whether he liked this.

But it was also impossible to deny that it turned him on.

And yet, none of this seemed enough for Daniel. “I want something that really shows him off,” he was explaining to the man.

The man turned his deep, almond eyes on Josh, and again Josh got the sensation that he was being unclothed by the man’s gaze. “You might have an easier time if you tried a man … with more to show off,” the storekeeper suggested, standing not by accident in a way to emphasize his own body. But he faltered as he caught sight of Daniel’s darkened expression and hurried on. “But we’ll see what we can do. He’s very fun, I’m sure.”

“Yes,” Daniel agreed, in a tone of unmistakable rebuke, “he is.” His right hand, which hadn’t left the small of Josh’s back since they had entered the store, pulled closer in with a possessive touch, and Josh’s body hummed to be against him. “The rest of it is in this row, is it?” he asked the man. “I think I can look through it myself.”

The storekeeper backed away, apologizing again and promising to send out his niece to handle the billing if they wanted to buy anything. Josh watched him go with a sense of satisfaction that was marred with an unfamiliar, lingering interest, as though the man had stirred something in Josh he didn’t want to let go.

But Josh had quite enough other things stirring inside him on this particular morning.

He jumped as he realized Daniel had said something. “Sorry, sir, what?” he asked. There it was again, that sneaky ‘sir.’ At least they were alone now.

“I said, why don’t you go wait for me in the changing room?”

Josh retreated obediently to a small stall in the corner of the store. The door swung shut behind him and he sank onto the little bench, pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the mirror.

His hand moved involuntarily back between his legs and for a moment he wondered whether he dared try for release before Daniel could notice. The urge to wrap his fingers around himself and stroke his cock to finish dominated his every movement and thought.

He had been such a normal, in control guy only a few weeks ago. How had he wound up like this?

Daniel had told him not to. Daniel had told him not to. Daniel had told him …

“Josh.”

Josh opened his eyes and saw Daniel’s distinctive leather shoes below the gap in the door. “Yes.”

“Pass me your clothes out, please.”

It took Josh a moment to understand what Daniel was asking, and then two realizations clicked into place at once. One: they weren’t buying clothes for Josh to put on for some hypothetical evening, safely in the future and safely in a bedroom, where Daniel could enjoy the sight of Josh in objectifying clothing in the safe, structured rituals of private submissiveness. This was to wear here, now. In public. Daniel wanted him to put on a new outfit, specifically designed to ‘show him off’ and walk out of here in it onto the sidewalks of a busy city. And two: Daniel wasn’t going to let Josh see what he had picked out before Josh surrendered his current clothes. Josh would be completely helpless, standing naked in a foreign changing room, completely dependent on whatever Daniel decided to offer him to cover himself.

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A soft breath escaped Josh’s lips at the firm touch, and he wriggled slightly against man controlling him, reveling at the humiliating position.

“This is where you wind up when you’re bad,” Daniel explained. “Each time. Every time.”

Josh has only known Daniel a few days, but already the man has him doing things he never thought he’d do. Josh’s new boss seems capable of anything, and at the moment he’s determined to turn his straight young employee into his very own sexual plaything.

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It started slowly, but unmistakably. Josh’s experience in the blindfold had been spontaneous and chaotic, but the new world Daniel progressively introduced him to was slow, exquisite, and endlessly tantalizing.

It really was a game, learning what Daniel liked and wanted from him. It was an endlessly rewarding game, and even Josh’s missteps came with their own form of excitement and reward.

They did nothing like the bondage Josh had witnessed in the club, at least not yet. There was no physical restraint whatsoever. It was a psychological power. It was how Daniel made him feel. It was the way Josh hung on the man’s every word, breath held, waiting to hear if he had been good or bad, and whether the next step in their dance was punishment or pleasure. The difference between them could be so subtle as to go completely unsaid.

It was on Saturday morning when the training had begun in earnest. Josh had woken from his sleep, wrapped in the broad bed, eyes scrunched hard against the thought of getting up, until that delightful moment that now came once each morning when he remembered who he was getting up to. The warm thrill of reality lit him up inside, and he reached out to feel Daniel’s body next to his.

His eyes flew open and he sat up, looking around. Daniel was nowhere in sight. A new game? He slid out from the sheets and was about to pad into the kitchen in search when he noticed a slip of paper on the floor where it had just fallen. It must have been left beside him as he slept.

“Out, but back soon. Find the outfit in the top drawer by the door and put it on.”

Josh quickly confirmed that Daniel was indeed out of the apartment and then circled back curiously to the sleek dresser by the door of the bedroom. It was empty except for two small garments, each so thin as to be almost see-through. He drew them out and held them up.

He immediately felt his face flushing red. One item was a tank-top, thin and small enough to be tight on his skin, with a band of leather running across at the shoulders and down the sides. The other was a small thong, flimsy in his hand. The thought of wearing it was … seriously turning him on, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t intimidating.

But if Daniel wanted it, then Josh would do it. That pattern had been established. The tank top was small enough to make getting into it a slight struggle, and he pulled it down until the fabric was taut just to cover his stomach. He could feel it slightly constricting his body in a pleasurable way as he bent to put step out of his underwear and slip into the second item. It felt strange but not uncomfortable as it pulled up snug, softly lifting his cock and balls into a prominent position in front of his groin. He ran his hand up the back of his leg, feeling the bare cheeks of his ass separated only by a thin strip of fabric snaking down between his buttocks. He stepped to the mirror to evaluate the effect.

His flush deepened at the sight of himself. Josh had never been huge, but he was athletic, and the way the thin cloth of the tank top clung to the muscles of his chest and shoulders accentuated them and made him feel lithe and sexual. The thong made the bulge at his groin more than prominent, and he could see as much as feel his cock getting a bit hard beneath the thin fabric.

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