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moving my hips to push back against him.
    He started fucking me. He held my hips as he moved out of me then back in, tearing groans from my throat each time he thrust. My aching and desperate dick wept pre-cum as he rubbed the sweet spot deep inside me.
    How am I not supposed to come? I asked the gods helplessly, as their sweet blond offspring plowed my rear end into submission. I tried to focus on the feel of the wet tiles under my hands, the images of road kill that I was trying to summon behind my eyelids, but it was no use. It built and built and I didn’t know if I could stop it, or if I even wanted to at this point.
    Through the haze of arousal and heightened sensation I heard James’ voice.
    “Put your hand around his cock, Sebastian.”
    I sobbed out a frantic “No…” trying frantically to remember my safe words as Sebastian hesitated, his rhythm faltering.
    “Do it.” James affirmed.
    Sebastian obeyed.
    I yelled and spasmed, shooting my load against the tiled wall of the shower as Sebastian kept pounding me, drawing out the pleasure and relief until I'd emptied about a quart of come onto the tiles. It felt so good, so fucking good to come, but I knew I was in for it. He'd set me up in a way, but I was better than this. I'd played this game countless times and usually I'd ace it. What kind of power did Sebastian have to take that away from me? I thought, as I came down from my orgasm, that Budgie had been absolutely right and I was so, extremely, fucked.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Initiation
    “Get out of him, Sebastian. Turn on the shower again and wash each other clean, please. We’re not even close to being done here.”
    I looked over at him, feeling like a dog that had disobeyed its master.
    He shook his head at me. “Tate. That was unexpected, I must say. You did check off ‘orgasm control’ as one of your skills, didn’t you?”
    I nodded, blushing. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Care to explain yourself?” he said, his tone indulgent. He didn't often ask for explanations.
    Sebastian had turned on his showerhead and now leaned past me to turn on mine. He looked upset, like he was worried about me and sorry that he'd got me off, even though it wasn't his fault.
    “Out of practice, I guess,” I muttered, giving Sebastian a reassuring smile. I soon lost it though.
    “Do you think this is amusing, Tate? The fact that you were unable to obey a simple command?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Nor do I. When you're clean you're to come and assume the submissive position before me and await your punishment.”
    Oh crap. Well, I’d signed up for this, hadn’t I? If I wanted to play the game I had to take the punishment.
    “Yes, Sir,” I said quietly.
    “Sebastian, you can towel off and go into the bedroom. There’s a robe for you on the bed. Wait there until I’m done with Tate.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    We did as directed. I sat on my knees on the bathroom floor in front of James, my head bowed in submission.
    “Now, Tate,” he said, his tone softer, more affectionate. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
    “I'm sorry, Sir. Please forgive me for disobeying a direct order.” I knew that trying to make excuses for my behavior would just make things worse. A direct apology would be best.
    He sighed. “I do forgive you. But you still need to be punished.” He rubbed my hair affectionately. “And I need to come.”
    My heart started beating again. Okay, maybe this wouldn't be too bad.
    “Undo my pants and pull out my cock.”
    I looked up at his crotch, avoiding his eyes. My hands trembled as I unzipped him and gently pulled his naked cock forward.
    “Now suck it. Do a good job, boy. Make me come.”
    Oh yeah. Now this, I could do, and he knew it. He loved my mouth on him. I couldn’t help a ghost of a smile drifting over my features before I composed myself. I took the tip of him into my warm mouth before he could reprimand me.
    He gasped and growled, grabbing my hair in a painful grip while I bobbed up and down on