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“Or they’ll spit-roast me,” I added.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Fitch whispered. “Tell me everything.”

I smiled. “I can’t.”

He sighed quietly and we watched the screen. On-screen Fitch picked up the small remote pad and pressed it on. A quiet buzz was drowned out by his yelp as he rose to his knees. We could see the wand protruding from his arse that way, as his hips jerked forward. His erection barely contained in those small, boy underwear.

“Okay, so Dom helped me practice with the wand,” he said. “But damn. What have I been missing all this time? Needless to say, he ordered one to keep at his place.”

I chuckled, but this surprised me. I looked at him then. “You’ve never used them before?”

“Never,” he said. “You have?”

“All the time.” I shrugged. “Mostly vibrating butt plugs. And one of them keeps the controls.”

He threw his head back and groaned. “Fuck yes. Now we’re talking.”

I shook my head, having already said too much. “You cannot repeat anything I tell you.”

He mimicked locking his lips and throwing away the key. “But I’m storing it away in my spank bank.”

I shoved him again. “You’re such a whore.”

“I know,” he said. “I fucking love it.”

We went back to watching on-screen Fitch. His thighs were trembling now, his hips jerking forward, the head of his cock peeking out of his briefs with every thrust, slick with precome.

“Oh daddy, please stop,” on-screen Fitch cried out. “It’s too much. I can’t take it, please stop.”

But then his hands gripped his thighs, fingers clawing atthe skin, and he screamed as he came. Come shot from his cock, the camera catching every spurt.

His hands shook, his thighs trembled, and his arse quivered as he turned the wand off. He gasped and moaned, and then, like the absolute little whore he was, he ran his hand through his come, painting it on his abs, and through his ragged breaths, he spoke in a soft, boy voice. “Oh, daddy, I made a mess.”

I snorted out a laugh and nudged him with my elbow. “You’re a filthy little fucker.”

He laughed without shame. “Dom loves it when I say that. I swear to god, he goes crazy. You should totally use that line when your daddies make you come; see how they react. You can thank me later.”

I shook my head at him, pretending that I’d do no such thing, but in reality, I just might...

On-screen Fitch stood up off the bed and turned the camera off. “So whaddya think? Good, bad. Can we use it?”

I turned to look at him then. “That was perfect. They’re gonna love you. If you can do something like that every time, you’ll be raking in the money.”

He grinned at me. “Can I show it to Dom? Like a preview, test-viewing type thing?”

“For his pleasure? Or his approval?” I didn’t know why I said that, and I regretted it the second it was out of my mouth.

“Both,” he replied quietly. “I want his approval. In everything.” He studied me for a second. “Are you tellingme you don’t strive for your daddies’ approval? You want to make them proud of you, right?”

I let out a sigh and answered with a nod. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for it to sound like it did. Of course I want them to approve...” I sighed again, more in frustration this time.

I’d always loved the fact I was gagged by the NDA. I could keep all the details to myself, a gift just for me, not to be shared with anyone else.

I shared my body with strangers for money. I shared enough.

My time with Leon and Marek had always been just mine.

But now I’d divulged a few small nondescript things to Fitch... I wanted to tell him more.

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