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[holyposition]

[ Oh, he's actually...oh.

He's half a mind to call Harry and confirm that this is really his idea, and that it really is all okay with him, but...Harry likes this kind of thing. Enjoyed hearing about everything they did at Otherworld, enjoys the idea of watching. The biggest surprise is that Giles actually contacted him. Flushed and hard just from a handful of messages, he replies. ]

Okay. Give me a few minutes, please.

[ He pulls the spiny mat from the closet, takes the hardback he's been using to write on, pen, paper, takes it all down to the floor with him. A favorite plug. Tim thinks about the two of them here as he works himself open, daydreams about them feeding him their cocks. One after another, together. The taste of them both on his lips. Once it's inside, he writes, pen and paper, a photograph of it sent along. ]

I selected a plug, which is inside me now as I write. It's metal, I like the weight of it. I like this one specifically because it keeps me just the right amount of stretched out for Daddy - he can replace it with his cock easily, but not too loose, there's still some sting. That's how he likes it. I like it, too. I like doing what he tells me. It's a way to prove my devotion, and prove that I'm worthy of the very generous attention that you and Harry have both given me. It's fulfilling to be able to make someone else happy. I tend to overthink things, so I feel more comfortable letting someone else decide. That's the honest truth, and I've done everything else you've asked, so despite my shameless overeagerness with the "very good boy" line, I do think that I've earned my reward. I'm happy to defer to your judgement, though, Mr. Giles. And Harry.

[ripher]

[ It's a delicious wait, wondering what Tim is up to, imagining him kneeling naked and eager on the rug. Giles spends not a little time looking at the photos of the lines again, running the flat of his hand over his hard cock through his trousers, enjoying the self-denial and the interesting new pleasure of being in control -- being everything he had always hated in his father and his tutors, but in a different way, a way that's wanted and pleasurable, putting on a role he can take off again.

The response, when it comes, is somehow much more thrilling than simple words deserve to be. But then again, if nothing else, he understands the power of words alone. He finds himself glad to have asked for this window into Tim's own enjoyment, soothing a few of his own lingering doubts. It's fulfilling to be able to make someone else happy. ]

Very good, Tim. Thank you for your hard work. You've more than earned your reward.

[ He sends it across, feeling far less silly now: a few photos of his bare feet, planted on the rug and crossed over each other, toes spread and not. And as a bonus, a photo of where he's hard in his trousers, his free hand resting on his thigh. ]

[holyposition]

[ The hard plastic spikes dig into his shins and knees, a test of endurance he's grandly rewarded for. How far away is Giles' room, he wonders. Far enough that he has a hold over him at a distance, it makes it all that much hotter, how degenerate he feels, debasing himself like this for just a photo. Not even the real thing.

But the pictures help him imagine it, how the curve of his arches might feel cupped against his cheek, how many toes he could fit in his mouth at once. Tim's cock twitches and leaks onto the mat. ]

Thank you, Mr. Giles. You have very handsome toes. They're worth every line and every spike.

[ Another image, in profile, of his kneeling position, so he can see the spines digging into his legs. Tim's cock is carefully hidden by the angle of his thigh - a useless bit of modesty, at this point, but one he maintains nonetheless. ]

[ripher]

Beautiful.

[ And it is, in its odd and unfamiliar way. The pain that must be present in him, and the willingness to endure it. Even the way he hides himself has its own artfulness -- Giles gazes at the photo for a long moment, fascinated by the new discoveries.

He remembers, belatedly, the offer he'd planned to make. ]

Would you like Harry or myself to come and take care of you? Since you've been so good, you can choose, and we will both be pleased by whatever you pick. Or you can stay like this, if you want, and I can ask Harry to come to you afterwards.

[holyposition]

I'm sorry, I hope I don't sound ungrateful - but as nice as it sounds, I can't have you here. I won't invite anyone into our bed without Harry present.

I'd like for him to come home, at his leisure. I can wait.

[ripher]

Of course. I'll send him along.

I'll talk to you soon, Tim. Thank you for being good.

[holyposition]

Thank you, sir. I'm looking forward to it.