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“Master!” the boy chokes out. “Yes, please can I see it again, Master?”
“Was that so hard?" Mica snaps his fingers at 3, who has been chosen to be the demonstration for the evening. Nathan can't argue with that. The boy is quite perfect, as far as victims go. It's why he always chose him before Carter came alone. He likes the ones that don't get in trouble, obviously never enjoying having to punish someone. 3 was always guaranteed to get nothing but compliments and jealous looks from his men and business acquaintances.
3 demonstrates the proper position –Present– and stays perfectly still as he waits for orders. The orders don’t come, Mica refocusing on 12.
12 moves intoPresent. The cane comes again. And again. And once more. “Sloppy! Try again!”
The boy is sobbing now, which isn't conducive to moving gracefully like Mica is demanding. Not that any of Nathan's men particularly care if what they're asking of him is possible or not.
The show goes on until Mica is finally satisfied that the slave has learned the position - though he ends with an ominous comment about there still being room for improvement. Someone orders 3 out of position, the boy's muscles trembling from exertion as he settles back in aRestpose. Benny is nearest to him, rubbing his hands along the slave's shoulders and neck until the boy is relaxed against him. He whispers something in his ear, and 3 turns around and opens his mouth, waiting while Benny works on undoing his pants.
When Nathan looks back at Mica, he barely manages to contain a wince. They've moved on from learningPresent, but not from learning positions, as the slave is now in a position that Nathan never bothered to teach Carter. The position is crass and demeaning, and it's very hard on a slave's back and shoulders. He's never been fond of it - not that Nathan has ever been fond of anything he's seen his men do - but this one he especially hates.Display.
12 is holding it well for now, his legs spread further apart than inPresentand his weight pushed forward since he's supporting it with his toes, his knees no longer allowed to touch the floor. His face is pressed up against the rug, his expression twisted in a mixture of pain and fear and humiliation, his shoulders pulled back to keep his torso from touching the floor. He's reaching back with trembling hands to hold his ass cheeks off to the sides so his hole is on display.
He flinches when the first man spits on his red, puffy hole, but maintains the position. More men start spitting. One suggests they use him as a urinal, which makes him tense up, but he still holds steady as Nathan tsks and reminds his men that messy play is only allowed in the dungeons. The new slave even manages to hold it when they start taking turns smacking the backs of his thighs. But he can't last forever. Not when Mica is willing to wait.
What eventually breaks him is when Mica brings the cane down without warning, cracking it right against the poor slave's abused hole. The boy howls, hands falling to his sides as he collapses against the floor. Something aches inside Nathan. He can't help the way his fingers dig into Carter’s hips, desperate to hold onto the boy he loves as he prepares himself for the destruction to come.
The men all laugh. Nathan hears himself chuckling, his body somehow remembering to play his part despite his mind being elsewhere.
Two of Nathan's men manhandle 12 back into position, a third man grabbing his hands and forcing them back to his ass cheeks to spread them again. "Don't fucking hit my hands," the man, Chris, teasingly threatens.
Mica winks at him. “I’m far too good to make mistakes.”
It’s not a lie. Mica is the best when it comes to these things. It makes sense, seeing as he's the one with the most practice.
The cane comes down on the boy's hole again. Mica must be going lighter than his full strength, because no blood appears. Not yet, at least.
12 is trembling hard in the men's hands as he endures the punishment. Mica is relentless, bringing the cane down on the back of each thigh and then his hole, creating a pattern. Left, right, hole, left, right, hole, left, right –
Nathan tears his gaze away from 12, focusing on the boy in his lap instead. Carter is glaring at the floor, his hands curled into white-knuckled fists, his cheeks streaked with angry tears.
“Keep calm,” Nathan says in his ear.
Carter notches his chin so he’s looking more toward Nathan and whispers, “I want to go.”
“When I finish my drink.”
“Now.”
Nathan breathes slowly through his nose, trying to remain calm himself. “Enough. Nothing out of you until we’re in my office.”
“But-”
“Enough,” Nathan growls. He grips the back of Carter's neck, squeezing just shy of too hard. The boy gasps and goes rigid. A few of his men look over at them, so Nathan slides on a smile. "Sorry to leave the fun early boys, but I have a few things to wrap up, and an antsy slave begging to be fucked."
The men laugh and call Carter names, but the focus mostly remains on 12. Nathan chugs his drink and puts the empty glass off to the side, then pushes Carter onto the ground and stands. He can feel the hatred coming off the boy in waves as he uses the leash to guide him out of the room. He's clearly bursting with the need to talk, so Nathan brings him to his office since it's much closer than the bedroom would be.
“Go ahead,” Nathan says when they’re far enough inside the office to not be heard by anyone eavesdropping at the door. “You may speak freely.”
Carter jumps right in. “How can you do that? How the fuck can you just sit there and watch them do that?”
“Because if I had stepped in, at best they’d be suspicious and you and I would have to be extremely careful, and at worst they’d fucking kill me and do worse to you. But if we let him go through what he’s going through now, something he’llsurvive, then we get to save him. We get to - here. Let me show you.” Nathan walks over to the desk, grabbing the file Benny left for him and bringing it to Carter. He hesitates for just a moment before handing it over. Since he hasn’t had time to look at it himself, he peers over Carter’s shoulder and reads along with him. He speaks the moment he has a clear enough picture of the new slave. “If we don’t fuck this up, this new man,Gabe, gets to go home one day. He gets to see his two sisters. He gets to finish college if he wants. Be a nurse. It’s the bigger picture, Carter. You have to keep focused on the bigger picture.”
Carter is quiet for a long time, his finger tracing the photograph Benny included in the file. It’s of Gabe in his cap and gown for what he assumes is high school graduation, a sister on each side of him. When he finally speaks, his voice trembles. "Casey swam."
“What?”
