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The next time Nathan feeds Carter a piece of strawberry, the boy sucks his fingers clean without being told. It makes Nathan’s cock hard and he has to swallow a groan.
Nathan’s going to hell.
He’s going to hell for fucking sure.
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Carter spends his day waiting for the other shoe to drop. People keep touching him and keep talking about him, and he hasn’t walked on his feet since he left the bedroom, but things have been mild besides that. He kept sir’s cock warm at breakfast before getting hand fed by him, getting told how good he is the whole time. Then he crawled along with sir to sir’s huge office, where they’ve been ever since. Carter was brought to the bathroom twice, both times thankfully still to only pee. He was hand-fed a small lunch. He kept sir’s cock warm some more while sir did paperwork and spoke on the phone. A man came in at one point for what seemed like a laid back sort of meeting. He had called Carter a ‘stupid cocksucker.’ It had hurt to hear sir laugh at that, but Carter had chastised himself for caring. Sir could be doing so much worse. Carter doesn’t understand why hehasn’tyet.
At this point, they’ve been in sir’s office for the entire day, something Carter knows because someone just came in to announce that dinner is being served in 10 minutes. Yet, Carter still hasn’t been used except for his mouth to warm sir’s cock from time to time. He even dozed off for a while, his head on sir’s thigh like at breakfast, sir’s hand running through his hair as he did things on his computer.
Dinner is much of the same. At one point, sir gets into a heated discussion with a few of the other men, something about baseball that leaves them all laughing after. It distracts them enough for most of the slaves to get bumped away, including Carter. He sits back on his folded legs and waits for sir to need him again, sir moving around as he talks far too much for his cock to stay in place.
Taking a chance, Carter glances over at one of the slaves to his right. It’s a guy around his age with bright blonde hair and a collar similar to the one around his own neck. When he sees Carter looking, he gives Carter a sad but friendly smile. Carter returns it. Then the slave is being grabbed by the hair and brought back to his master’s cock. Before Carter can look around for any other slaves, sir is grabbing him too, though far more gently. He’s not brought to sir’s cock, either. Instead, he’s brought out from under the table as sir stands up.
Carter tries not to show on his face that he’s disappointed he wasn’t fed dinner. He hangs his head just in case he can’t control his expression, hurrying along as he crawls behind sir towards a room he has yet to be in. Through a few peeks here and there, he gathers that it’s a sort of entertainment room. There’s a large leather couch as well as a few armchairs. Sir sits on the armchair in the center of the room, looking directly at the large TV mounted on the opposite wall.
Someone turns a baseball game on. It’s not sir, since sir has a glass of what smells like scotch in one hand and Carter’s leash in the other. Since Carter is kneeling for sir, facing the man, he clearly can’t see the TV. He can only listen to the announcers and try to piece things together. He finds himself wondering if he’s still in the United States. It’s the MLB, but he’s sure those games are aired elsewhere. In fact, Carter’s not even sure if the MLB is only American or not. He’s never been into sports.
Maison was always the athlete growing up. He played football, basketball, and baseball. Carter used to love coming to watch all his games, not because of the sports, but because he practically hero-worshipped his brother back then. Hell, he still hero-worships him.
At least, hedid,up until a few days ago. Now, he’s not so sure. His brother is clearly involved in some dark shit. He might not be much of a hero after all.
Carter flinches when something touches his face before reminding himself to relax. He looks up to find sir watching him carefully, his big hand cupping Carter’s cheek. There’s something in the man’s gaze that Carter can’t quite place. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s concern, but Carter knows much better than that.
Sir’s lips part as if he wants to ask Carter something before they quickly seal back up. Carter watches as the man exhales heavily through his nose, the corner of his jaw twitching like he’s clenching his teeth. It feels like his eyes are searching Carter for something.
“How’s his ass, boss?” someone from behind Carter asks.
Sir’s entire presence changes in the blink of an eye, the man growing powerful and intimidating with an icy cold gaze and an evil grin. He doesn’t even look away from Carter when he answers, “Tight.”
Carter’s face burns. He tries to look away, but sir’s hand slides down to grab both sides of his jaw, keeping him in place.
“Still tight?” one of the men asks. “Haven’t fucked him enough then.”
“Maybe I want tokeephim tight.”
“Have you at least fucked him today?”
Sir’s jaw ticks, his fingers gripping Carter’s face hard enough to make him whimper. “Not yet. It’s been a busy day.”
“Well, what’s a better time than when you’re relaxing and watching the game?”
“Yeah, boss. Fuck him right here.”
“Let us see what a little slut he is.”
“Have I not provided enough slaves for you all to entertain yourselves?” sir asks, raising an eyebrow as his gaze finally leaves Carter to look at the men in the room. “I bought him for me, not you.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then, “But none of us were at the auction last night. We need to see the show everyone else got to see.”
“Besides,” someone else adds. “You gotta use him often.”
“Yeah. Don’t want him getting too comfortable, right boss?”
Sir’s teeth flash in a sinister smile. “Right.”
Carter’s stomach twists and turns into something achy and painful. He doesn’t want to do this. Hecan’tdo this. It being rape is bad enough. It being rape in front of people – people he can see because he doesn’t have a blindfold to hide behind this time – is even worse.
