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harder than he’d hoped. As the train pulled in, he resolved to finish the last of the paperwork for the grant application. The facts and figures would crowd everything else out, and a sea of data might rock him to sleep.
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    The room smelled of leather, steel, and sweat. The naked man strapped to the bondage table groaned in accompaniment to the creak of leather cuffs on ankles and wrists as he pulled with all his might against the steel anchors at the corners.
    It all held, and when Peter stopped fighting, Daniel could see muscles trembling. For an instant, he saw Clark’s broad shoulders gleaming with sweat and shivering for him. Daniel shuddered and forced his mind to focus on his paying client.
    Peter’s hard on leaked enough pre-come to leave a puddle on his stomach, and it bobbed, swollen over the cock ring wrapped about balls and cock. Daniel had put the ring on during the second dildo fuck, and he didn’t want to keep it on Peter much longer. Fitted or not, Daniel worried about blood flow.
    Peter was close to where he needed to be.
    Daniel chuckled and saw the hooded head turn toward his voice. He reached out, spread his palm, and stroked along Peter’s jaw to tug at the thick collar around Peter’s neck. His long-time friend and client sighed and leaned into the touch. When Daniel flicked at the nipple weights, Peter flinched and cried out through the open gag, gripping a ball in a white-knuckled fist.
    Moving to the end of the table, Daniel slid one hand under Peter’s head, supporting it as he dropped the neck rest. Then he slowly let Peter’s head down to dangle. He couldn’t do this long without risking injury, but he would be quick.
    Most professional dominants did not do sex, something Daniel had found out years into his “practice.” He’d needed money when he started, and knew that he could get better prices if he offered sexual release along with bondage and dominance. Daniel found it easier to continue meeting his clients’ expectations, but recently he only wanted to fulfill that portion of his work with certain clients. Peter made it easy.
    Daniel freed his own stiffening cock from his leather pants, covered himself in a plain, dry condom, and fed the tip through the open gag. Peter’s tongue stroked Daniel, and he whispered, “Good boy, take it...” nudging and pushing at Peter’s tongue until it moved out of the way. That was when Daniel flipped the on switch of the vibrator in the butt plug stuffed up Peter’s ass.
    Peter bucked, and Daniel shoved his cock down Peter’s throat. Daniel felt him gag once and then twice, so Daniel pulled out, to a whine and a babble of unintelligible noises.
    “You want it again, Peter?” Daniel asked, eying the ball still in Peter’s grasp. The dangling head nodded, even as Peter’s hips rolled. Daniel fed his cock back into Peter’s forced-open mouth. Daniel sighed at the wet warmth and stroked slowly and shallowly. When Peter’s throat opened, he was able to push all the way in, and he held himself within Peter’s throat.
    Daniel’s legs shuddered as Peter writhed around the invasion that stopped his breathing, and Daniel undid the cock ring. Peter’s tongue lashed against Daniel’s cock, and his balls drew up. He silently counted to ten as the sounds Peter was making and the bobbing of Peter’s head brought him closer and closer to his own climax. On ten, he withdrew to a whooping gasp from the bound man.
    When Daniel forced his stiff cock back into Peter’s mouth, Peter came, bucking against tight restraints. The combination of breath control and vibrating butt plug against prostate never failed.
    Tufts of Peter’s blond hair escaping from the hood looked gray for an instant, the same paleness as a disk of plain silver. The fantasy image made Daniel lose control, and he came before he collapsed, shuddering against the bound body. Peter suckled at Daniel while he panted, cheek pressed against Peter’s chest.
    Turning off the vibrator