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[ripher]

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[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.