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“Sir, I didn’t-”
“Sweetheart,” sir says quietly, giving Carter a pained look that steals his breath. “Don’t make our night worse. Please. Go back to Todd.”
Tears prick the corners of Carter’s eyes, but he grabs the drink he had poured earlier and skirts around sir without a word. He finds himself hoping that sir will stop him,chasehim, but he doesn’t. He lets Carter go.
Todd is thankfully busy talking when Carter returns, not bothering to acknowledge Carter or his drink. Carter crawls under the table to retake his place, even though it’s the last thing he wants to do. 7 is sitting back, his master’s pants zipped up. He gives Carter a worried look. Carter tries to smile at him in a way that conveys everything is okay. He has no idea if it works. He’s a little rusty on non-verbal slave communication.
When Carter looks in the other direction, he finds the jealous slave glaring at him. Carter can't help but puff up a little. He knows it must be obvious sir just fucked him. He assumes that's why Henley didn't mention how long it took him. The slave is clearly pissed about the turn of events.
After a minute or two, sir returns. He apologizes as he takes his seat, undoing the button of a suit jacket that looks almost identical to the one Carter came all over just a few minutes ago. He keeps his pants closed like all of the other men, meaning the dinner is probably coming to an end. But, to Carter's devastation and to jealous slave's joy, sir still guides jealous slave's head to rest on his thigh as he returns to petting the boy's head. The jealous slave grins at Carter like he knows exactly how much watching the scene hurts him.
Carter is fucking relieved when the meal is officially declared over.
Except, sir invites Todd into his office for a private chat, and he mentions something about Todd enjoying his gift more thoroughly, and Carter suddenly realizes thathisevening isn’t done. Not by a long shot.
Todd half-leads, half-drags Carter across the floor, not giving him time to get into a proper crawling position. He’s out of breath and trembling violently by the time they enter sir’s office. The click of the door shutting feels like an executioner’s song.
Sir sits at his desk. Todd sits across from him in one of the leather chairs. Carter kneels at Todd’s feet. It feels wrong. He should be kneeling forsir.
At least jealous slave wasn’t brought in here too. Carter’s not sure he would have survived watching sir interact with him any more than simple cock warming at the table.
Todd catches Carter by surprise, picking him up and hauling him into his lap. “May I?” he asks sir.
Sir doesn’t say anything, but he must nod because a moment later Carter is being laid out on sir’s desk in a sick mockery of the position he was in when sir fucked him on it before. It feels so much different this time. Cold. Lonely. When Carter realizes his eyes are pointed up at sir’s face, he quickly squeezes them shut. Just the momentary flash of sir looking at him in boredom was enough to bring all of the pain and emotions rushing back. A tear slips down his cheek. Carter freezes when it’s licked away. He doesn’t want to know who did it.
Carter isn't special - that's what the jealous slave said.
But isn't he?
Sir treats him like he is.
Or maybe he doesn't…
How is Carter supposed to know?
Todd grabs Carter's soft cock and squeezes it so hard Carter’s eyes fly open as he gasps for air. A haze of pain and nausea washes over Carter, thankfully making it impossible to focus on sir’s face above him.
Carter jerks when something non-human touches his sensitive skin down there. He lifts his head in a panic only for sir to grab him by the hair and pull him back down, holding him in place as the thing closes around the base of his cock and balls. Carter jerks when he hears the thing snap into place, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just uncomfortable.
Then his cock is being pushed into something cold and metallic. The thing is sharp, Carter hissing as it drags against his skin. He gasps in pain and tries to buck his hips. All that happens is the men both laugh. Then, “Hold still, pet. Just let us cage your pretty cock. It won’t hurt if you hold still.”
Carter whines in protest and fear, squeezing his eyes shut and turning his face to the side. His cheeks nearly throb with how quickly blood rushes to fill them. He feels hot all the way down his chest with humiliation and shame.
What sir said was true, it didn’t hurt anymore once he held still, but he’s still humiliated, and his abused member is aching something awful.
The plug in Carter’s ass is removed. He feels sir’s cum gush out of him. He hears Todd groan. He thinks he might hyperventilate.
Something pokes at Carter’s hole. He squeezes his hands into fists to keep from swinging them at the men. He can feel blood pooling in his palms where his nails dig into the skin. It’s empowering, in a way. They can hurt him all they want, but he can make himself bleed too. They aren’t special.
A sharp pain in his nipple pulls a gasp from Carter. He opens his eyes again, looking down to see what caused it. His eyes fill with tears as he watches Todd twist his nipple again.
Fingers push into his ass, and he knows that Todd is searching for his prostate. Carter turns his head, whimpering. He knows what will happen when his prostate is found. He knows what his cock will do. It won’t matter that this isn’t consensual. It won’t matter that he’s in pain. It won’t matter that there is a fucking cage in the way. It’s biology.
Todd is going to force Carter to get hard.
And sir is just letting it happen.
The moment the fingers graze his prostate, Carter flinches. He hates himself for not having the foresight to keep from reacting. Hates himself for giving Todd exactly what he needed to know he found his goal.
