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4 naked young men and a naked young woman come into the room, all collared and timid. Donovan grabs the woman, since that’s his taste, the others spreading out for the rest of the guests. Nathan curls his hand gently around his temporary slave’s wrist without making eye contact, guiding him closer. “Beneath my table. Take me out. Warm me.”
“Yes, Master Roarke,” the slave says quietly, doing as told. He’s one of the broken ones. It’s why Nathan can’t stand to even look at him. At any of them. They’re all broken. He failed them already. They’ll never be the same, even after he’s set them free.
Carter is the only one left standing.
The men all exchange small talk for the first part of the meal, allowing everyone to feel each other out as they sip their drinks and eat an array of appetizers, salad, and soup. When the main course is served, Benny jumps into the more important topics of conversation. Nathan probably would have before then, but he’s been far too focused on the tiny sounds coming from beneath the table to his left.
He finishes his second scotch, ignoring his best friend’s pointed look.
“The party this weekend will be the perfect opportunity to study him,” Benny says. “Henley, he doesn’t know about you and Nathan’s growing relationship. You’re our best plan of attack for information retrieval, if you can get him to trust you enough.”
“You’ll tell him you tried talking to us,” Nathan adds. “It’ll get leaked that you were here, that’s just fact, but he doesn’t have to know the truth. You can tell him you were considering working with us, but have decided not to. You can shit talk me. Say I didn’t let you use the boy. Say we fought. Say we treated you as inferior. Whatever you’d like. You just need to convince Miller that you’re pissed at me and out for blood.”
Todd nods. “We can solidify a story. I have no problem doing that.”
"Perfect." Nathan smiles, his eyes flicking to the table in front of Todd. He swallows a wave of bile. "How's the slut?"
"He's very pretty when he cries." Todd leans back in his chair, grinning down at Carter. He does something that forces a choked sob from the boy.
Nathan wants more than anything to ask what Todd is doing to make his sweet, tough boy cry under there. Instead, he smiles. "Yes, he is. Is he satisfying you?"
“Absolutely.” Todd looks down again, his smile fading as he sees something Nathan can’t see. “The fuck are you lookin’ at? Eyes down.”
There’s a soft sound, Carter in pain, but muted by the cock no doubt stuffed in his mouth. Todd spits. Nathan can’t see, but he can assume it lands on Carter’s face.
Nathan taps his slave’s cheek. The boy pulls away so his mouth is free, keeping his gaze lowered as he asks, “How may I serve you, Master?”
“Fetch me a refill.”
“The Macallan, Master?”
“Yes. 2 cubes of ice. 3 fingers.”
"Yes, Master." The boy gracefully crawls from under the table, past Nathan's chair, before pushing to his feet. He disappears. Another slave shortly follows, probably fetching a drink for Chris.
Something hits the table where Todd is sitting, a sharp cry following the thud. Then Carter is being dragged out by his hair and forced to stand up. The boy stumbles a step before gaining his balance, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to adjust to his new surroundings. His cheeks are ruddy and covered in tears, his forehead has a glob of spit in the center, and there are deep red finger marks around his throat. His nipples are puffy and dotted with red specks. Nathan accidentally darts his eyes down to the boy’s genitals. His soft cock is a muddle of reds, his poor balls nearly purple and covered in little indents that match the shape of fingernails.
“Go on!” Todd snaps, reaching out and smacking a hand against Carter’s ass. “Get me a drink.”
Carter sways on his feet, blinking again. “W-what would you like, sir?”
“More of this.” He grabs his mostly empty glass and splashes it in Carter’s face, making the boy stumble and splutter. All of Nathan’s men laugh with Todd, including Benny. So, Nathan laughs too. It feels like the sound comes from somewhere else. Somewhere far away. Like Nathan is just watching the scene and hearing a laugh that resembles his own, but surely can’t be his.
The slave for Chris subtly grabs Carter’s fingertips and tugs at them. It’s enough to get Carter to follow him out of the room, the boy trembling as he goes.
Nathan closes his eyes and breathes as Benny begins speaking again. He’s getting too close to the edge. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.
He doesn’t know how much moreCartercan take.
Nathan is determined to keep this boy from breaking, but how the fuck does he realistically do that?
What if he can’t?
???
Carter hates Todd.Despiseshim. He will never doubt how grateful he is for sir again. Sir is kind if Carter is good. He praises him. Strokes his hair. Gives him pleasure. Todd doesn’t give a shit if Carter is good. He scolds him and degrades him. He tugs his hair so hard Carter swears it will come out of his scalp. He plays sadistic games with Carter’s cock and balls.
At some point, Carter zones out for his own self-preservation. Between the nails scraping at him, the cock choking him, the hair getting yanked, the insults, the humiliation, the spit on his face, and the leather shoe digging into his genitals until they’re throbbing with white-hot bursts of pain, Carter’s only chance at sanity is to disappear somewhere safe inside his head.
