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.Demetri looks atJackson's hands and feet."Oh, we need some cuffs with this.""I'd like that, sir.""We'll get you some cuffs," one of the staff members says."Back in a minute."Now that Jackson's on something a little more comfortable than the floor, Demetri straddles histhighs and puts both hands on his chest, still tracing his tattoos.He bends his head down and putshis mouth on Jackson's shoulder, and Jackson hisses like he's been bitten.Demetri's movingdown, though, tongue tracing one of the thicker lines, and Jackson reaches up and threads hisfingers through the upper set of D-rings, holding on hard.Sam kneels down near the top of the cushion and holds onto Jackson's wrists."Until they getback," he says.Jackson glances up at him and grins man, that's some grin, too, all smirk andconfidence.Even upside-down, it looks good.Cuffs appear a minute or two later, with Demetri still licking his way over Jackson's chest, andSam gets Jackson cuffed down and attached to the cushion.Jackson seems to relax a little afterthat, tugging against the cuffs from time to time when Demetri slides over a sensitive spot.There's a sound from the rest of the room that makes Sam look up; someone just came hurting.He's not surprised when he sees who it is and how: Alex is bent over his table, Rhys fucking him,Alex's wrists pinned to his lower back.Rhys is grinning ear-to-ear, Brian standing behind himwhispering something into his ear, and Gavin's gone from steely-jawed tolerance to looking.maybe a little more relaxed; his jaw might have gotten tired.Then Sam notices that Gavin's got a hand in his lap.He can't see just what that hand's doing fromhere, but the fact that Gavin's arm isn't moving implies that he's not doing much.Sam wonders ifGavin's even aware he's touching himself, or if he's trying to keep his cock from responding towhat he's watching.Jackson moans, and that brings Sam's attention right back to him and Demetri.Demetri's down atJackson's stomach now, and Jackson's straining against his cuffs a little more.Demetri pinsJackson's hips down to the cushion, but Jackson arches and strains anyway.Sam wonders whoJackson's trainer is, whether Jackson's been getting enough attention maybe with that kind ofmarking on him, other owners have been scared off.Avoiding damage to the tattoos wouldrequire a lot of care, giving up a lot of things most owners wouldn't want to let go, but it wouldn'tput Sam off for a minute; if Jackson's okay with service, Sam could find ways of getting everything else he wanted out of him.Play piercing, he thinks.There's something he hasn't donein years.Like a lot of things, it's something he gave up when he and Gavin got together.But, hell, Gavin's busy right now.Over at Gavin and Alex's table, Rhys has turned away fromAlex; Brian's kissing him like he's got something to prove, his hands on Rhys's wrists, and Rhysis rubbing up as if he didn't get to come with Alex.Gavin's got Alex on his lap, and he's kissingAlex hard, Alex rocking up and down on Gavin's lap Jesus, Sam thinks Gavin's fucking him.That's completely unexpected, and it means Sam's got no idea where to look."Oh, God, please," Jackson groans, which decides the issue for now; Demetri's drawn Jackson'spants down around his thighs, and he's licking his lips as he looks down at Jackson's cock."You want it?""Please!""Want me to suck it?""Oh, fuck, yes, sir, please, please "Demetri doesn't make him beg any more than that, which is really too bad Sam could havehandled a hell of a lot more begging.Maybe he'll get his chance later.In the meantime, Demetritakes a long, broad swipe up the underside of Jackson's cock and then draws it into his mouthwithout even using his hands.Jackson's head tilts back, and he moans more, loud and throatyhe sounds like a man who doesn't get this sort of treatment very often.Once again, Sam wonderswho's been training him, or if he's just not getting a lot of offers.He trails his fingertips up the insides of Jackson's arms, making Jackson jump and squirm againsthis touch."Your trainer got any restrictions on when you can come?" Sam asks."Nnn no no, sir," Jackson pants."Sir, please, I'd love to come for you, please, please "Demetri moves one of his hands to the base of Jackson's cock, and between the way he's jackingJackson and the way his mouth's moving fast and hard, Jackson clenches his fists hard andgrowls out, "Please!""Not yet," Sam says."You think I'm gonna let you come without getting what I want out ofyou?""Fuck," Jackson spits, squirming under Demetri."Fuck sir, please, I can't ""Bullshit you can't," Sam says, wrapping his hand around Jackson's wrist just below his cuff."Are you gonna tell me you've got no experience with orgasm denial at all?"Jackson puts his teeth together and hisses, whole body tight and rigid now."Nnn." "Is that my answer?" Sam would grab Jackson by the hair if there were enough to hang onto, butthere's not
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