Free Catching Eagle's Eye by Samantha Cayto

I know you can. I trust you.”
    Will looked away. “Yeah, okay. It’s a plan.”
    Dane’s grin widened. “Great. In that case, I have my own instructions.”
    Will gave him a skeptical look. “You do?”
    “Yup. You’re mine.” He dropped his voice to the lowest possible level and put as much possessiveness in it as he could. “While my therapy continues, no one, not even you, gets to play with your cock or your ass or your mouth. Understood?”
    Will’s chest rose and fell on a deep breath. His pupils dilated on the spot in obvious arousal. “Not even me?”
    “You heard me, boy. You don’t touch yourself except at night. When you’re lying in your bed ready for sleep, you will play with yourself for ten minutes, no more, no less. You will think of me as you do so. You will imagine all the ways you might please me. But you will not come.”
    “How?” Will swallowed hard. “How will you know if I did what you tell me?”
    “Because I’ll ask you and you’ll tell me the truth, won’t you?”
    “Yes, sir.” Will said the words so softly, Dane could barely tell they’d been spoken. There was conviction in them, nevertheless.
    “Have a good day, Ensign,” he said in a normal voice and walked away.
    His leg bitched and whined as he headed for the door. He told it to man up. Therapy might be boring and painful, but he would tackle the effort with new vigor. Getting back into the field wasn’t his only incentive now. The sooner he got better, the sooner he would get back into Will.
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    The day felt as if it had lasted a few hours more than usual. Will knew that it hadn’t, of course. It was really a matter of too little sleep and too much Dane that had his ass dragging as he entered his small apartment. Flopping down on his couch, he considered curling up and going to sleep right there. But his stomach growled and there was a bunch of less-than-fresh food waiting in his kitchen. Dane’s dinner kidnapping had left him with wilting veggies that needed to be used. He gave himself a few more minutes of down time before getting up and getting to work.
    He made it a quick meal and an early night, a ridiculously early night given that he was a grown-up. It wasn’t just the sleep he looked forward to, however. He had orders to follow and the sooner he got into bed, the sooner he could fulfill them. He jumped into the shower as he usually did to wash away the sweat of the day. Sometimes, he worked out almost as hard as his patients did simply by showing them how to correct this stance or that pull. The water in his building had plenty of pressure and heat, so he stood a few minutes under the spray, enjoying the feel of it pounding his sore muscles. Eventually, he picked up the soap and lathered his body.
    Above the waist was business as usual, but as soon as his slick hands cupped his cock and balls, the situation changed. Blood filled his dick as it had threatened to do all day, his balls curled up tight against his groin. With his eyes closed and his head tipped back, he smiled around a moan. His foreskin was slicker than usual because of the soap and had no trouble sliding up and down his hard length. Each stroke sent shivers up his middle. It would take little effort to make himself come.
    He stopped the movement and dropped his hands with a curse. He wasn’t obeying orders. His cock was not his own right now. He had given it to Dane, or rather the man had claimed it. Just the idea of belonging to another man, however temporarily, gave him an unusual measure of peace and pleasure. He was ordinarily a self-sufficient adult fully capable of taking care of himself.
    That didn’t stop the longing to be dominated that he had accepted finally as being a part of who he was, every bit as important and valid as being a sailor and a physical therapist. Being a submissive didn’t make him less of a man. It took strength to place oneself in the control of another. Up until this point in his life, the right man for