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steel monster with balls that increased in size along its length. It took a while to work in, but by the time Alasdair had finished Cosmo’s arse felt well and truly owned. When Alasdair pulled him upright, Cosmo swayed.
    “Okay?”
    “It’s heavy.” The largest ball pressed against his anus from the inside. Wow. That was going to be a real bastard to walk with. “Might need something to help keep it in place.”
    Alasdair nodded and was gone for a minute, before returning with a leather harness. This one was like a thong, but where the piece of fabric at the front should have been was just an aperture, allowing his cock and balls to hang free. Well, as free as they could be considering the cock ring and ball stretcher. Alasdair buckled him in tight, but that was a real help, holding the butt plug firmly where it needed to be. Okay, walking was still going to be tricky, but not quite so hazardous.
    “You look amazing,” Alasdair said, his hands on Cosmo’s waist.
    “Thanks.”
    “You sure you want this?” Alasdair gestured at the gag. “I was thinking I’d rather have my cock in that wicked mouth of yours.”
    “Think you’ll be able to bear it if I suck you all night?”
    “Guess we’re about to find out.”
    “Nice one.”
    They kissed, and then Alasdair’s hand on his shoulder pushed Cosmo down onto his knees.
    Oh yeah. This was the way to give up the ciggies.
    Cosmo opened wide and swallowed Alasdair down to the root.

    ***

    It was half an hour before home time on Thursday afternoon and Cosmo was getting antsy.
    Alasdair watched his fingers on the fretboard, skidding around as he attacked the strings with a plectrum. The melody—if you could call it a melody—was the kind of heavy metal dirge Cosmo had used to play when they first met, and Alasdair was pretty sure it had been specifically chosen to drive him up the wall.
    Shame for Cosmo it wasn’t going to work. Alasdair tapped a few more formulas into his spreadsheet, sent off a couple of emails and checked his diary. Then he called Denise, just to make sure there were no surprise additions to his schedule this afternoon.
    One of Cosmo’s strings broke with a twang. “Fucking shitty buggering bastard!” He stood up and threw the guitar down, but he did it carefully and aimed it at the padded chair seat, Alasdair noted.
    “Problem?” he asked mildly.
    “Of course there’s a fucking problem. I’m desperate for a fucking ciggie and you’re being an arrogant arsehole and holding me hostage.”
    “Mind your language.”
    “What? I’ve gotta get my frustration out somehow and since I can’t do it with my stupid, twatty guitar anymore I might as well swear it out. You don’t want me to start hitting things, do you? Coz I reckon I’ll have to if I can’t fucking well swear.”
    “I’d rather you didn’t.”
    “What, swear or hit things?”
    “Either.”
    Cosmo paced around the office, shoulders hunched, muttering something Alasdair didn’t care to listen too closely to. It was hard not to smile, though, especially as Cosmo attempted to stomp with bare feet—nowhere near as effective as if he’d had his boots on. The whole performance reminded Alasdair of the last time he’d tied Cosmo up and tickled him with a feather, rather than fucked him the way Cosmo had clearly wanted. When you lived with a painslut, genuine punishment had to be more creative than a simple spanking.
    “You’re acting like a child who’s had his favourite toy taken away.”
    “Well I have, haven’t I?”
    “Your favourite? Oh, how disappointing.” Alasdair rolled his chair back from his desk and dropped a hand to his groin. “I thought this was your favourite.” He squeezed his cock, feeling it start to thicken in response to Cosmo’s hungry gaze. God knew, he didn’t really want another blowjob right now as his prick stung from overuse over the last few days. Still, if it kept Cosmo from going out of his mind with the craving... “I think part of