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Sir’s cock is placed in his mouth with the order to only keep it warm. There’s food pressed against his lips that he keeps on his tongue until sir instructs him to chew and swallow. The food is sweet. After only a few pieces, sir sighs angrily and stops feeding him. He’s not given sir’s cock either. He’s a good boy and pays close attention, waiting for the next direction.
He thinks he’s brought to sir’s office for a while.
At some point, he’s definitely given a bath. Sir says something about hair growing back and the auction before giving him orders to move this way and that. Carter obeys, a distant voice in his mind explaining to him that he’s being shaved clean. He thinks the bath oil smells like honey, but he’s not positive, and it’s not important enough for him to try to figure it out.
He’s told to get out of the bath, sir holding his hand to steady him. He’s told to spread his legs as sir towels him off. He’s told to turn around when sir rubs lotion into his skin. He’s told to kneel in hisRestposition at the foot of the bed.
Carter’s not positive, but he thinks he’s left there for a long time.
The spicy scent of sir’s cologne fills his senses as a warning, preparing him just seconds before sir is finally giving him another order. “Show.”
Carter tilts his chin, keeping his eyes low. Certain details register in his mind without his permission. Sir is wearing black dress pants and black shoes, a simple white gold watch on his wrist flashing in the bedroom lighting. A comb is brought through Carter’s hair, each stroke slow and deliberate. Sir dips his fingers in a tub of something that smells fruity before running them through Carter’s hair to tame it.
Just as Carter is trying to pull his mind back into focus, remembering that details don’t matter, sir does something that terrifies him.
He removes Carter’s collar.
Carter chokes on a gasp, fingers scrabbling at his neck in a frantic attempt to fix the situation. He needs his collar. He’s nothing but a slave – he has to be nothing but a slave – and slaves need collars. He feels raw without it. Wary. Vulnerable. He doesn’t like it one bit.
Tears burn Carter’s eyes as he tries to decide which is better behavior – to beg sir for his collar back, or to stay silent and obedient.
Sir makes the decision for him.
A white gold collar that matches sir’s watch is brought up to his neck as a replacement collar. It’s thin and intricately engraved with flowers and vines. It’s almost…pretty.
A sudden sharp, breathtaking pain lights up Carter’s right nipple without warning, drawing him out of his thoughts. He looks down just as sir moves on to his left. He’s clamping Carter’s nipples, the clamps the same design as the collar. There’s a thin string of chain looped through the front ring of his collar, twisting elegantly before falling down to where each clamp is. His wrists are next, the cuffs sir places on him the same white gold engraved metal, but thicker and sturdier. By the time sir is done, Carter looks decorated.
It makes him unbelievably pleased.
“Present.”
Carter moves his body down and forward, swallowing a cry of pain when the chain swings with the movement, tugging at his nipples.
Sir is cold and clinical as he stretches Carter with two lubed fingers before inserting a plug that's slightly too big, making his hole stretch and burn.
"Rest."
When Carter returns to hisRestposition, something soft brushes along his temple. He flinches but settles when sir gently hushes him. It’s just sir’s thumb. A gentle stroke. Nothing more.
Yet… it feels likeeverything.
The air seems to shift in the room. A long, tense silence stretches between them. Then sir grabs the sides of Carter’s head and leans down, pressing their foreheads together, so Carter has no choice but to look into his eyes. Sir’s inhale is shaky and labored when their gazes meet. His lips twitch into an incredulously relieved smile. “There you are, sweetheart. I thought I lost you.”
Carter swears his heart catches in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say.
He knows what hewantsto say, though. He wants to remind sir that hedidlose him. The Carter sir knew is gone. Sir might be trying to confuse him by switching back and forth, but Carter is in this now. He’s a slave. It’s been decided. There’s no going back. He doesn’twantto go back.
Sir presses a kiss to his lips. It’s soft. Chaste. A promise of…something. When he pulls back enough to meet Carter’s eye again, he looks unbearably sad. “Be good for me tonight. You have to be good.Please.”
Not sure if he can speak, Carter just presses his forehead back against sir’s and makes a soft noise in his throat. He doesn’t know if it’s the right thing to do.
Sir seems to sag in defeat before he pulls away completely and stands again.
The moment is gone.
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Carter looks stunning, which fucking kills Nathan. His brown hair is brushed and gelled. His body is shaved and covered in a lotion that subtly glitters in the party lights. His lips are pretty pink, his blue eyes bright. The 14k white gold collar Nathan bought him wraps around his throat elegantly, lightweight and intricately carved, with the matching chain draped over his chest to connect with the clamps on his nipples. His ass is stuffed with a blown-glass anal plug that’s laced with swirls of black.
