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he could make Damon cease al
    this somehow, he’d come this far. He would just fucking breathe and try to forget what was happening.
    The hoots and hol ers of the crowd made him keep his eyes closed.
    For Jesse—that’s why you’re doing this.
    But Jesse had been a good friend—a good teammate. Why he’d want to put Tanner through this was beyond him at
    the moment.
    “He’s good at what he does, Tanner. So damned good. It hurts—and it’s comforting at the same time.
    I can’t explain it,” Jesse told him.
    So far, Tanner only got the hurt part. His ass burned, stretched uncomfortably, because he’d never had anything
    bigger than a finger in his ass…never thought he’d be bottoming to anyone, especial y not like this.
    And then the vibrations began, deep inside his ass, and he did groan, unable to help it. His hips moved and he rutted
    like an animal as the crowd cheered.
    He opened his eyes, saw Damon’s booted feet i n front o f his face. The ma n wa s sitting, holding the remote loosely
    between his own legs. “It’s set to go off like this every twenty minutes. Let’s see how much of a man you real y are.”
    Fuck.
    Tanner did not want to like this—didn’t want to feel the sensations building inside, tightening his bal s, making him
    groan, but a part of him was losing control and fast.
    It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Tanner figured they would talk—he would tel Damon about Jesse’s last night.
    Jesse’s last words. And then maybe, if they could get past that, Damon would do what Jesse had wanted.
    He struggled to hold on, to not come, but it was impossible. The angle of the vibrating dildo was too perfect, slammed
    his prostate over and over with no relief. His cock was rock fucking hard and if he closed his eyes, he might even be able
    to pretend he was alone with Damon, that the tal , handsome man was the one taking him for a ride.
    But a combination of wil fulness, pride and stubbornness refused to let him escape into his fantasy even as he shot a
    hot throb of liquid al over the floor as the dildo continued to milk him dry.
    The boy was beautiful. Rugged. Sensual. He hadn’t minded getting naked—for good reason, since his body and his
    cock were the most perfect Damon had seen in a long time. He almost switched off the transparency lighting so he could
    have this one al to himself, because it had been so long.
    But he wouldn’t do that, no matter how badly Jesse might’ve wanted it.
    You’re a bastard for doing this to me. Those had been Jesse’s first words to him during their first session, back when
    Damon was stil actively Domming and Jesse had been in desperate need to be taken in hand, no matter how hard he
    fought it.
    He shook the mental picture of Jesse out of his head—Jesse, splayed out and ready for him, begging him to stop
    until it was oh and yes and fuck me now —and he forced himself to concentrate on the boy in front of him instead of the
    one in his memory.
    Tanner. Say his name, dammit . Remember, this is not about pleasure.
    He spoke those words harshly to himself even as he remembered how good it felt to have Tanner grinding back
    against him, wil ing to take a submissive position even as he was convinced it was against his nature. And it would be so
    easy for him to kneel behind this boy, replace the dildo with his own cock, bury himself to the hilt. Would hear Tanner’s
    moans, egging him on…and it would al feel too good. And he didn’t want to feel good anymore—wanted to sel this place
    and al its memories, take his money and travel. This way, he could fuck nameless, faceless people, drift until it felt right,
    the way it once had a long time ago.
    But for right now, he would fulfil Jesse’s request and none of them would be happy.
    Except this was not what Jesse would’ve wanted—not by a damned long shot. This wasn’t what any sub should
    expect from his first time with a Dom, especial y not a man fresh from some hel hole of a jungle with