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Then someone behind Carter touches his left ass cheek, someone whoisn’tsir because sir is in front of him still holding the leash. After that, all distractions are gone. There are people everywhere. Leering at him. Commenting on him. Calling him names. Someone says he was clearly meant to be a slave because he looks so perfect collared and leashed. Someone laughs.
Another person touches him – though it’s less of a touch this time, and more of a smack. Carter scrambles closer to sir and whimpers. They all laugh at that. Carter wants to sink into the fucking floor and disappear.
“Hold still, pet,” sir says in amusement. Carter can’t tell what’s worse, that sir is going to let these people continue to touch him, or that sir just called himpetlike he truly is an animal.
Carter begins to violently tremble as multiple hands stroke along his body. He has to clench his jaw to stop his teeth from clacking together. All of Carter’s humanity has been sucked out of him, leaving nothing but a pet. He’s the new puppy in the dog park, all of the kids asking if they can pet him, eagerly running their hands along him as his owner stands by looking proud. They even speak of him like a dog.
“So well behaved already.”
“So pretty.”
“Such a good boy.”
A hand wraps around his plug, tugging at it. That’s the first time Carter sheds a tear. He turns his face into sir’s leg, barely able to catch his breath as he tries not to fully cry. A hand rests on his head, fingers running through his hair. He somehow knows that it’s sir.
“Do not touch my slave’s hole,” he hears sir say in a cold, dangerous voice.
Someone apologizes.
Carter sucks in his breath, trying to calm himself by not breathing at all for a few seconds. That’s when he hears the worst of all. “Can we fuck him?”
The world spins until Carter is dizzy with fear. Sir’s voice is far away when he answers, the words barely reaching Carter. “No. No one will ever fuck him except me.”
Carter doesn’t have time to calm down. Not when sir adds, “Until we catch his big brother, of course. Then we’ll all take a turn while Maison watches.”
Stop paying attention,Casey whispers in the back of Carter’s mind.Keep calm and breathe. That’s all we need right now. That’s what we have to focus on. Keep calm. Breathe. Just shut everything else out.
“Will we get to touch him at all, sir?” someone asks.
“On very rare occasions, and only as a reward or gift. All of you should do your best to earn him. He’ll satisfy you, I’m sure.”
Carter’s stomach twists. Bile burns the back of his tongue.
Shut it all out, Carter. Stop listening.
Daffodils. Carter thinks of the daffodils. An entire field of daffodils. He’s lying down among them, wearing his favorite purple sweater and jeans. The sun is warm on his skin. The breeze is light and refreshing. The scent of fresh grass and flowers is filling his nostrils.
Carter is yanked out of his happy place when the collar around his neck is wrenched. He gasps, eyes blinking rapidly as his body is nearly dragged across the floor. It takes him a few seconds to catch up, crawling once again instead of sir using the leash to pull him along. They’re in a dining room by the time Carter has the world figured out again. Carter can feel tears on his cheeks, but sir is walking too fast now to be able to wipe at them, so he just lets them fall. When they approach the long, beautiful table, Carter is filled with dread.
There are other slaves. Some are kneeling beside their master while their master eats. Others are under the table, keeping cocks warm with their mouths or giving full-on blowjobs. Carter knew in theory that other slaves would be around, but he hadn’t fully realized how hard that would be.
Where is Elliot right now? Casey?
Are they okay?
Are they still alive?
Carter tries not to panic as the thoughts swirl. Sir takes a seat at the head of the table, maneuvering Carter beneath it and into a kneeling position between his legs. Sir pushes his chair back and ducks his head down, using the leash to tie Carter’s hands behind his back now. When he pulls away, his lips part like he’s about to say something. He stops when he sees Carter’s face, though. When he sees the tears.
Carter swears he sees somethinghumanin the man’s expression. Just for the briefest of moments. It’s a peek into the man from last night, the man who held him close, the man who called him sweetheart. Then sir’s expression goes to stone and he’s unzipping his pants. Carter tries not to start crying again as he watches the man pull his cock out.
Sir clears his throat, his voice particularly rough as he orders, “Keep my cock warm while I eat. No sucking. Just rest it on your tongue and hold still.”
With a sharp nod, Carter waits for sir to scoot his chair into place so he can reach the cock with his mouth. He wishes he had his hands, but sir helps him by cupping the back of his neck and guiding him forward. Carter opens his mouth and accepts sir’s cock as it’s guided into his mouth.
Sir is soft. Carter’s thankful. He wasn’t sure how to keep his hard cock warm. It’s a lot to keep in his mouth. Sir is the biggest Carter has ever seen. Even soft, the man is intimidating.
Carter tentatively settles the cock inside his mouth, letting it rest heavy on his tongue like told. It’s hard to find a comfortable position, but Carter manages to find a place where his neck isn’t crooked too badly and the cock in his mouth isn’t slipping out.
It’s not long before Carter’s neck is cramping, though. He’s at an awkward angle, ducked beneath the table, trying to keep the soft cock in his mouth, his knees aching, his arms tied behind his back pulling on his already sore shoulders. He tries to subtly shift, hoping to find a better position. The one he ends up in is even worse than the first.
When Carter first feels sir’s hand come to the back of his head, he freezes. A soft whimper of fear escapes him as he prepares for pain. Sir’s hand is gentle, though. Firm, but gentle. He guides Carter until Carter’s head is resting on his left thigh. It feels so much better in that position, Carter exhaling as his body finally manages to relax. Things get even better when sir begins to run his fingers through Carter’s hair in a calming pattern, his voice filling the air from time to time as he talks with the other men seated at the table.
It’s not long before Carter is blocking everything out again, focusing solely on the cock in his mouth and sir’s hand in his hair. Carter closes his eyes and deflates against sir’s thigh, giving in like sir had encouraged him to do the night before. It feels so good to just let go. To forget himself. To give himself over to sir.
At some point, Carter starts to float. He loses himself.
It’s such a goddamnrelief.
Part of Carter hopes he’s never forced to return.
