Flash Fiction – 5/02/2015

He had been a sadist for a long time, but now he was pushing his own limits. Why did he agree to train his best friend to be a Dom? Everything felt different as he walked down Folsom holding Damian’s leash. Providing the other man with this experience was important. Unfortunately, he was having trouble keeping his traitorous feelings from interfering.

“I need a minute, Sir.”

Elliot steered them towards the rest area.

“I can’t be a Dom…, I’ll… I think…,” Damian started.

“Breathe, boy,” he ordered as he placed his hands under Damian’s harness. “Yes. I’ll be your Master.”

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