...Up popped Sirras’s avatar. God, Leo loved that image. But this was more than a simple avatar…hot burnt orange, flames licking at the edges, a blend of flame and male body, indistinct face, broad shoulders, each muscle defined by brilliant fire. The image undulated on the screen. Moving pictures. The head was in profile, a flirt of appeal, eyes hooded. And then the eyes opened to look directly at Leo.

“Want to play?” the deep voice asked.

Leo clicked on the window, and it filled the nineteen-inch screen in full, vivid color. He reached out to stroke the image, wishing he could feel the hot energy displayed there. With his other hand, he stroked his erection.

“Yes,” he responded. His breath caught in his chest with the yearning to submit to the mysterious man linked at the other end of the conversation.

The image swung toward him—full frontal nudity. The cock surged thick and hard against a taut, flat belly. Shaved-bare, beautiful, smoothed bronze flesh, undulated light and dark, the flow of oozing, melted butter, the sweet kiss of warmed, thick cream. Leo could feel it pouring over his body, burning him up.

The hot, male image on the screen curled his fingers around the fat erection. His thumb brushed across the broad, flared tip.

Leo’s gaze rose to his chest. The screwed, dark nipples, the tasty, bulging pecs. Arms of sinewy steel that seemed like poetry in motion as he flexed. Leo watch the big hand ride his prick with slow, long licks up and down the rigid tool.

He was shocked when he heard the moan that broke free from his lips, the nagging pain in his hip completely forgotten for the moment.

“Show me,” the image on the screen said. He rocked his hips. “Show me what you’ve got, stargazer.”

Stargazer. Leo’s screen name. On Sirras’s lips it felt like watching a comet shoot across the sky, dragging a tail of yellow fire in its wake. Sirras drew out the name—starrrrrrgazzzzerrrrrrr. Deep and throbbing. Just like Leo’s whole body.

“Stand up, Leo. Show me how much you want me.”

Carefully, Leo rose from the chair. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them over his hips. His cock popped out, more than ready to begin the game.

“Very nice,” Sirras said as the image on the screen continued to stroke the erect member.

Leo fisted his hand around the root of his cock and felt the surging climax that wanted to break free. But not yet.

“Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits.”

Leo couldn’t move fast enough to strip out of the shirt.

“Too naked. Did you get the package?”

“Yes,” Leo said, his words barely a whisper as he again gripped his needy prick.

“Put them on. I want to see how they look.”

It was odd, putting clamps on his own nipples. Usually in the scenes he’d participated in, someone else had administered the biting little nips. This set was a pair of alligator clips that would hold him fast—glittery stars dangled from the clips.

“How did you know?” he asked as he applied the first one, sucking in a sharp breath as the initial bite of sensation shot through him.

“About the stars? Or about how I knew you’d wear the clamps for me. Ahhh, see how pretty they look. They’re perfect on you.”

Leo felt the cut of sensation arrow through him. It was strange how he followed Sirras’s commands, right to the letter. But Leo still felt he was in control. Not like when he’d been suspended.

Not like when he’d fallen.

“You’re not focusing, Leo. Do you need the whip?”

Leo turned his full attention back to the screen. “No. I’m sorry. I—”

“Never mind. The stars remind me of the sky. I miss being out there, stargazer. Wouldn’t you like to travel the stars? With me?”