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Nathan closes his eyes. He pictures Carter in his lap again, hands on his shoulders, Nathan gripping his slim waist. He recalls the way the boy had smiled when he finally got the hang of his movements, looking adorably proud. He recalls the way the boy had shivered beneath his touch, not out of disgust but out of arousal. The way the boy had gasped so pretty when Nathan toyed with his sensitive nipples. The way he had tossed his head back, moaning as Nathan fondled his cock and balls.
He was so fucking hard, his balls tight, his cock dripping over Nathan’s fingers. Nathan had been amazed. Enamored.Proud.
Nathan’s orgasm slams into him, his eyes snapping open as he paints Carter’s face with his cum. The boy flinches when the first wave hits, his eyes squeezing shut and his body shuddering. Each glob of cum seems to physically hurt him. Nathan feels the echoes of the pain in his own chest.
“C-” Nathan pauses, clearing his throat. He hopes anyone paying attention assumes he’s struggling to speak because of the intensity of his orgasm. “Clean it.”
Since Nathan had managed to avoid hitting the boy’s eyes, Carter is able to open them to find Nathan’s cock. He quickly wraps his mouth around it and sucks it clean, licking a few extra stripes along it before allowing it to fall from his mouth again.
Nathan should yell at him. He should say that Carter doesn’t get to decide when his cock leaves his mouth. He should say that Carter should suck him for as long as Nathan orders him to.
But Nathan manages to keep his hands at his sides instead of cupping the boy’s face to comfort him, and he manages to swallow all of the praise he had bubbling along his tongue, so he decides to forgive himself for not scolding Carter.You win some, you lose some, right?
Then Nathan looks up and finds himself face to face with Benny, the man staring at him like he doesn’t recognize him, and Nathan realizes maybe he’s not winning anything at all.
Nathan tears his gaze away, forcing himself to focus. He grabs Carter’s biceps and tugs him to his feet at the same time that he crouches down, the boy easily falling over his shoulder like before. He leaves the dining area behind without a glance, ignoring all the cheers and comments from his men. Carter doesn’t seem to have the same ability. By the way he begins to tremble again, small whimpers falling from his lips, Nathan thinks the boy hears every bit of it all.
There’s only one of his men in the dungeon, in the midst of fucking a slave that’s strapped down to a spanking bench when Nathan walks in.
“Out!” Nathan barks, tossing Carter onto the bondage bed in the center of the room. The boy bounces, nearly falling off, before managing to stabilize himself.
“S-sir?” Carter whimpers, the boy trembling violently.
Nathan closes his eyes. He won’t be able to do this if the boy keeps talking to him. “Shut up.”
“But-”
“Shut. Up.” Nathan glares at Carter, narrowing his eyes until the boy cowers and looks away. He watches as the boy curls in on himself. Watches as the boy accepts defeat. It’s like a train wreck, painful to watch, yet impossible to look away from.
By the time Nathan turns to grab a paddle and a cane, the man and his slave from before have disappeared. He turns back to Carter and takes a deep breath, steadying himself. “Are you going to be able to take your punishment like a good boy, or do I need to tie your disobedient little ass up?”
Carter shudders. “G-gonna take it, sir.”
“Mmm.” Nathan reaches out to yank Carter closer to the edge of the mattress by his ankle, using the momentum to flip the boy to his stomach at the same time. “We’ll see. You’re getting the cane 4 times because you broke rule number 4. I can give you a cold caning without any warm-up. It’ll be over much sooner, but hurt like fucking hell. Or, I can warm your ass up, take a bit longer, and the cane won’t hurt as much. Your choice.”
“I – um…” Carter looks over his shoulder in desperation, eyes pleading with Nathan. “I don’t know sir. I – just – I don’t know.”
Nathan’s chest goes tight. He glances around, checking that they’re still alone. Then, “Let me warm you up, sweetheart. Rub your cock on the sheets if you need to. It’ll help ease the pain. But don’t fucking come. Things will get much worse if you come.”
“O-okay, sir. But I-”
“No buts. Just shut up and take your punishment. Once-” Nathan chokes on the reassuring words he had planned on giving the boy about how once the punishment is over, he’ll be forgiven, his head whipping around at the sound of the dungeon door opening. His stomach drops as he watches his men start to file in. They’re loud and boisterous and clapping already, clearly excited to watch the show.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Nathan hurries to turn back to Carter, squeezing his eyes shut. He focuses on the feel of his expensive suit wrapped around his body. The weight of the jacket. The silky material of his dress shirt. The cinch of his tie. The fabric that cups his ass. The buttery soft leather shoes that are perfectly molded to his feet. The cool metal of his watch.
His suit.
His armor.
His costume.
Travis isn’t here right now. Travis no longer exists. It’s just Nathan Roarke. Ruthless. Evil. Monster.
Nathan pictures taking Carter by the hand and leading him away behind the curtain, handing him off to Travis. No, not a curtain. A door. A heavy metal door, with industrial locks. He pictures himself sliding each lock into place, the metal soundproof, the occupants behind it already forgotten. He pictures himself turning to face a replica of the boy, one that he doesn’t care about, one that is meant to be hurt and used. A slave without a name. Nathan’s slave. Nathan’s disobedient slave.
