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With a terrifying smile, Todd wipes his cock clean on Carter’s tear-soaked cheek before ordering, “Swallow all of this, or you’ll fucking regret it.”
Carter has no idea what the words mean, since he had already swallowed the man's disgusting cum. Before he has time to figure it out, Todd is harshly yanking his jaw down and holding it with a finger latched in his mouth, his softening cock coming to rest between Carter's parted lips.
Carter's eyes fly open at the first spurt of hot, rancid urine. He panics, trying to pull away, piss shooting all over his body, but stops immediately when it earns him a shoe to his caged cock. His eyes quickly squeeze shut before they get the chance to accidentally fall on sir. Carter can’t see that man right now. He just…can’t.
And then Carter hears a dark, cold, “No.”
The piss stops, Todd apparently holding it in as he turns to look at sir. Carter looks too, his chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down. Sir’s eyes meet his and something passes between them. Something Carter doesn’t understand.
“No?” Todd asks.
“Do not piss in my slave’s mouth.”
Todd seems perplexed. He looks at Carter, frowning, then back at sir. “I’m sorry. I – most men don’t care. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Most men’s slaves aren’t Maison Beckett’s little brother. The last thing I need is the slave getting sick.”
“Of course. My apologies.”
“No reason to apologize.” Sir smiles, but it’s tight. “I assure you, it’s not something I’m upset about. I realize I should have mentioned it when giving you the rules. It had slipped my mind.”
Todd tucks himself away, looking less afraid now but still uncomfortable. He must not like that he’s lost his power over Carter because he turns to him right then and smacks the back of his hand against Carter’s wet cheek hard enough to make lights burst in his vision.
“See ya this weekend, whore.”
Now that Carter’s panic is pulled back, his mind coming down, all he can focus on is the physical issues he’s facing. The throbbing cheek from where Carter was hit so hard that he’s wondering if the skin broke. The leg that’s still tingling with a numbing sort of pain that makes Carter a little nervous. The piss that had made its way into his mouth and on his body, his tongue heavy with the rancid liquid, his stomach hot, his skin slick and smelly. Carter shudders, clamping his mouth shut as he fights the urge to vomit.
“I gotta tell ya, Nate,” Todd says with a dark chuckle. “If you do decide you don’t want the thing when you’re finished using him against Maison, I’d be willing to buy him off ya. No reason to kill something that’s so pretty when it cries.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” sir says in amusement.
Carter wonders what it’d be like to die.Would it hurt? Would it be a relief? Would it be better? Worse?
This would all be over if he died.
It’d allfinallybe over.
Sir pushes to his feet as Todd walks towards the office door. Carter stares straight ahead without really seeing what’s in front of him. He barely hears when sir says, “Stay. Don’t move.”
Carter doesn’t move. He doesn't speak. He's honestly not sure if he even can.
Carter doesn't understand his life anymore. Everything was twisted and turned until he was something he never imagined being. Then, miraculously, he had started grasping his life again. He thought he was learning. Him and sir were finding a delicate balance together. He was special. Sir liked making him feel good. If he behaved, he'd be treated well. Carter was prepared to live this new existence. He was prepared for this to be his world.
Then sir gave him to Todd.
Sir let Todd abuse him.
Sir used another slave.
Sir proved that Carter isn’t special.
Nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing feels even slightly okay.
Todd was right. They’veruinedhim.
Carter barely understands how tobreathe.
He doesn’t even know if he wants to anymore.
