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Noah folded his jeans neatly and set them beside his boots, tugged off his socks and tossed them aside, and then let his shirt slide from his shoulders to reveal smooth and slightly tanned skin. The shirt joined his vest, carefully folded and rested on top, and then Noah paused, thumbs looped in the waistband of his briefs, long enough to make Tobias twitch, before sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them.

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He dropped them on top of his jeans and then stood straight again, awaiting Tobias' approval.

Tobias made him wait, just a few moments, then he walked forward and said, "Very pretty, boy." He began to circle Noah slowly, not touching him but close enough to feel the heat from his body. He was smooth, almost everywhere.

"Hands behind your back, hold your wrists-yes, like that.

Good. When I ask you to display I'll want you like this, feet spread and arms back."

Tobias moved around Noah again, finally gazing down at the half-erect cock on show for him. "Also very pretty. Don't fight it if you don't want to; for this evening at least you have permission to get hard, even to come whenever you want to, as long as you don't attempt to deny me my pleasure."

Noah shifted a bit, settling into Tobias' preferred posture, making it comfortable. "Thank you, sir."

Tobias nodded once and removed his tie, tossing it toward the large bed. The room was large, but the bed was certainly the focal point, its iron frame matte black and its dressings dark red. "Rather bordello, I think," Tobias said, throwing his dinner jacket on top of his tie. "Not that it matters, we won't be using it. Fetch the pillows and put them on the floor in a pile."

"Yes, sir." Noah broke his stance and moved obediently to the bed to gather the pillows and pile them on the floor.

Tobias unbuttoned his sleeves and began to roll them to his elbows as he walked to the house phone. He picked up the phone, a direct line to the front desk, watched Noah move. A lovely ass to go with the rest, he thought.

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"Front desk, how may I help you?" said a polite voice.

"It's Tobias. I need a half dozen water bottles, please, sent up immediately. Could you tell me who's on security this evening?"

"Certainly, sir. Matthew and Pat are in the control room."

"Would you patch me through?"

"Of course. Is there a problem?"

Tobias smiled to himself. One day his quirks were going to upset someone. "Not at all."

"One moment, then. And your water will be delivered in a few moments."

There was a click on the line and Tobias adjusted his sleeves, ignoring Noah completely though he was sure the man was listening intently.

"Control room."

"Pat?"

"Yes, sir?"

"It's Tobias."

"Tobias! Nice to hear from you, sir. Is there a problem?"

Tobias laughed, delighted once more to be remembered with obvious fondness. "No, I'm just being me. I'm going to test the panic button. Would you be so good as to call the room when I do?"

"Of course." Pat, no doubt, remembered Tobias' routine well.

"Within the minute, Pat. Room three."

"We'll call."

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Tobias hung up and walked directly to the red button by the door, counted to five and pushed it. Seconds later the phone rang.

"All's well, Tobias."

"Thank you, Pat."

"Not at all. Have a pleasant night."

Tobias hung up and turned to Noah. "Now we begin. Lie on the pillows, face down. I want your feet together, your ass up, and your body relaxed. You're going to be like this for a very long time, so make sure you can breathe, that your knees are spread for balance, and that you have enough support for your shoulders. Do you understand?"

"I think so, sir." Noah had knelt by the pillows while Tobias finished his phone conversation, but now he moved over the pillows, shifting them and stacking them as he needed to make the position comfortable and sustainable. He started to lay his head on a pillow but hesitated for a moment. "Forgive me, sir, but where would you like my hands?"

Tobias looked down at him and considered. The one thing he didn't want was for Noah to use his hands; his feet would be taken care of shortly, but the hands, if left free, could be a problem.

"I think," he said slowly, "that if you fold your arms and rest your head on them you will have added support for your shoulders. Like I said, you'll be like this for a long time, and you won't be allowed to move." He crossed to the armoire and picked up a small green ball. "Yes, I like that. Fold your arms and make yourself as comfortable as possible."

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"Yes, sir." Noah folded his arms, and again he shifted and adjusted the position slightly until he seemed to find it comfortable. He was very conscientious about it, Tobias noted, and that was just as well. After another moment or two, Noah rested his forehead on his arms and went still.

"Good boy," Tobias said softly. He crouched down by Noah's head and showed him the ball, shaking it gently so the bell inside it jingled. "Do you know what this is?"

Noah lifted his head to have a look. "A bell ball, sir?" Noah answered uncertainly.

Tobias nodded. "Typically, I use it as a surrogate safeword if I have someone gagged and bound. But tonight, I'm skipping the gag and you'll be bound by my word and your own body." He stood up and walked to Noah's feet, positioned just as he'd asked. Noah's knees were spread, but his feet were together from heel to toe, curving nicely along the floor.

Gently Tobias placed the ball in the cup they formed, and then he smiled. "If you move, the ball will fall and ring. And I'll stop. Do you understand?"

Noah seemed to stiffen slightly. "Yes, sir," he answered dutifully, and with slightly more meaningful emphasis he added, "I understand."

"Good," Tobias said, letting a little purr escape into his voice. "I'm so glad you do."

He rose once more and went to the cabinet, selecting one of the floggers. Because of what he wanted to do and the time it would take, he was limited in his choice. Luckily, the club kept tools in a wide variety, and he found what he needed with only a little trouble.

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He was about to show it to Noah when there was a quiet tap at the door. Smiling again, he crossed to the door, neatly stepping over the naked man on the floor, and opened it, letting in one of the waiters with his bottles of water.

"Put them on the desk, please," he said, slapping his leg gently with the long handled flogger.

The waiter—one he hadn't seen before—moved quickly, apparently ignoring Noah. He wished Tobias a good evening and was gone again in moments.

"Are you comfortable?" Tobias asked Noah, once more inspecting the flogger.

"Yes, sir. I am," Noah answered confidently.

"You can breathe easily?" Tobias asked, walking to Noah's side.

Noah took a deep breath experimentally and then exhaled slowly. "I believe so, sir."

"Good." Tobias widened his stance a little and looked down at the naked body before him. "I do still require words, boy.

Give them to me now."

Noah answered quickly. "Yellow for a warning, not to stop the session but to stop what you're doing, and red to end the session immediately."

Tobias smiled, calm settling on him like a lover, moving in him like a living thing. "You may talk, if you wish. I would like to hear you, any sounds you like. I will most certainly talk.

You may not move; your body is mine. You may ask, demand, beg ... your will doesn't matter. You may come; I won't stop until I wish. Do you understand?"

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"I do, sir," Noah confirmed, and Tobias watched Noah's skin break suddenly into goose bumps, followed by a warm blush. Anticipation was a lovely, if brief, moment.

Without another word, without warning, Tobias began. The flogger he'd chosen had many tails, all of soft deer hide, and a very long handle. He could lay it down with ease across Noah's back with a mere flick of his wrist, not needing to bend at all. He did somewhat more than flick his wrist however; this was not a tease. He measured the weight behind it carefully, putting just enough force behind the stroke that Noah would feel it as a slap, but not so much that it would hurt.

The hurt would come from sheer repetition. There was little strain to Tobias; his upper body strength was more than adequate to maintain the light blows for a considerable time, and he had every intention of taking breaks when he needed to; between stopping every once in a while and switching arms, he was reasonably sure that he could do this for two hours if he had to.

"Shall I tell you what I know of you?" he asked, laying another stroke across Noah's back.

"Yes, please, sir." Noah sounded curious. His skin reacted slightly to the blows but not his body, not yet anyway. There was no strain in his voice at all.

Tobias continued to lay down the flogger, the blows steady and rhythmic. "Well, you yourself let me know that you're looking for something that you've yet to find. Your preference to avoid safe words and your paradoxical aversion to sensory deprivation tells me that you crave to give up control utterly, 25

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but fear it as well. Perhaps you seek the ultimate adrenaline rush."

Again the flogger fell, and again, the sound of the leather almost soothing to Tobias as it struck naked, warm skin. "You are in law enforcement, I think. Probably a police officer of some variety, given your haircut. You love your work. You take care of your body-something for which, incidentally, I thank you. You really are lovely."

"Thank you, sir. And you are..." Noah's speech was interrupted by a slap of the flogger and Tobias made a mental note of the location, "very perceptive, sir." He took an audible breath and went on. "Total sensory deprivation holds some fear for me, it's true, though not simple blindfolding and ...

ah..." Tobias grinned as Noah's thoughts were interrupted by a well-placed blow. His back arched slightly and then relaxed again. "I'm a patrol officer; I have a downtown beat."

"Really?" Tobias asked, his arm moving easily.

"Interesting." He let the flogger fall for a few minutes, studying the glow that was forming nicely. "You have a scar which needed stitches on your shoulder. As an educated guess, I'd say you got it playing, not working. And yet you still seek to be dominated without boundaries. Tell me, do you get off on the pain itself, or is it the surrender?"

"Both, though it's more the surrender, sir." Noah licked his lips. "The pain is a present, active reminder that someone else is in control. The scar is an unpleasant reminder that even a skilled and seasoned Dom has weaknesses."

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Noah didn't move, breathing evenly as he spoke, and Tobias had to wonder if his words were meant to soothe or to cut.

"Of course," he said finally. "We are, after all, human, even if we strive to be somewhat more for our submissives."

He thought for a moment, his arm and the flogger keeping up the rhythm. He was unsurprised to find that his attention kept straying to the scar on Noah's back, and with an effort he pushed his curiosity away. This was not the time to dwell on Noah's past but to focus on his current state.

He spread the blows out, concentrating on the areas that made Noah arch, never making the strokes harder. For an instant he wanted to touch the forming red patches, to feel the heat rise from the smooth skin, and that too, he pushed away.

"You should see your back," he said casually. "It's a wonderful canvas. I can picture you striped from knee to shoulder, decorated by a fine hand."

"The fine hand would be yours, sir," Noah answered quickly. Tobias heard his breath catch and then he moaned, a sound related more to arousal than the steady stinging blows, and he knew without looking that Noah was hard. So much for his insistence that he didn't get off on pain. And from that moment, every slap and sting seemed to register more acutely with Noah. His back would arch to meet one blow, shrink from the next, and his breathing was shallow and light.

Finally Noah hissed and whimpered a soft, almost reluctant, "Oh, God."

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Tobias didn't allow himself to hit harder or faster, though his own body asked for it. He said nothing, concentrating on the steady blows until he'd earned another moan, and then he stopped. "Stay," he said calmly, expecting to be obeyed.

He crossed to the desk and opened a bottle of water, leaning back on the desk to drink.

"Do you want a cock ring?" he asked mildly.

Noah seemed pleased to be asked. "Yes, sir, yes, please,"

he answered, apparently forcing himself to breathe deeper, slower, balancing that ball on his feet with stubborn determination.

Tobias set his bottle down and went to the cabinet, rummaging around for a moment. He took his time selecting a simple leather ring with a snap closure before standing over Noah. "Roll over."

"I'll drop the ball, sir," Noah reminded him, and clearly that wasn't acceptable to him.

Tobias grinned, utterly pleased. "Very good, boy." He bent and scooped up the ball ringing it merrily. "Now, roll over."

"Thank you, sir." Noah complied with the request, rolling onto his back and fixing his eyes on the ceiling.

His erection was thick and heavy, angled nicely to just the spot Noah seemed to be staring at. Tobias shook his head in amusement and crouched down, gently handling it.

"Remember, you can come. Though it will be harder now. I have faith, however." He snapped the ring on and stroked Noah rapidly a few times. "You like my arm?" he asked.