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“Stop!” he sobs, his fingers scrabbling helplessly against his arms as he writhes in his restraints. “Stop, stop, sir, please!”
“Stop isn’t a safe word,” sir growls into his ear. The vibrator is tugged out and tossed to the side. "And I didn't say you could come yet, pet. But nice try."
The belt begins to come down on his over-sensitive empty hole, unrelenting. With him leaning in so close now, the smacks are harsher. Blunt and heavy.
Carter sobs. He can't anymore. He just - he just - “Too much! Hurts too much. Please, please, sir, you - yousaid!”
He doesn’t saywhatsir said, still with it enough to know it wouldn’t be good for his men to hear, but it’s enough of a reminder.
The hits stop.
Carter continues to sob. He knows more will come. He should safe word. Hewantsto safe word. But this tiny part of him wants to be good even more, and for some reason that's the part of him that's controlling the show right now.
“It’s alright, pet,” sir coos in his ear. He drizzles lube over Carter’s hole and rubs it in with the pad of his thumb. Then Carter feels the thick head of sir’s cock pushing into him.
But, wait, no, that's not- "Sir?" Carter asks as he looks over his shoulder. Sir is… fully dressed, apart from his missing belt. He's holding a dildo in his hand, one with fake balls that he can grip. "You're not gonna…?"
“No,” sir says in answer to the unspoken question, something in his eyes shifting.
“But-”
“Take what I give you, pet,” he orders.
Carter is too far gone to argue. All he cares about at this point is getting to come. “Yes, sir.”
The toy shifts where it's an inch or so inside him before slowly moving forward. He whimpers, expecting pain, but sir is gentle. Carter sighs in relief, his body going limp against the desk.Is it really over? Can they be done with the bad part? Can he come now?
God, he really, really,reallyfucking hopes he gets to come now. He feels ready to burst with pent-up pleasure.
“Jesus Christ," sir whispers when the toy is buried inside him. Carter shivers at the feel of a finger tracing his stretched rim. "You look so good like this, pet. Stuffed nice and full for me."
Carter just moans at the comment, unable to form words. He's too out of his mind with the constantneed, need, needthat's thrumming through his body. Seeming to enjoy Carter's current state, sir chuckles to himself as he pulls the toy halfway out and begins to slowly fuck into him in shallow thrusts that drag right against his prostate over and over. Carter sobs, his muscles trembling.
“You good, pet?” sir asks in that soft, loving tone that always makes Carter feel safe and understood.
At least… it used to.
Don’t think about that right now, Carter. Let this be good.
Teeth chattering, all Carter manages is a wrecked, “Sir.”
“I’ve got you. You trust sir, right?”
Carter nods, whining a pathetic, “Sir.”
It’s the only word his tongue knows how to form. Everything is just sir. Sir, sir, sir.
He doesn’t realize sir has the belt again until it’s too late. But it doesn’t hurt like it should. It just feels...more. Carter sobs - long, wet sounds that wrack his chest, but he’s not sure if he’s sobbing from pain or pleasure anymore.
It’s like sir is everywhere at once, the belt, his hands, his mouth, the fake cock that feels like an extension of the man himself. Things hurt. Things feel good.
No – things feel fuckingamazing.
Everything is too much, overwhelming him.
Everything is not enough.
The belt gets tossed to the side. Sir pulls him up and back until he's pinned to sir's front, one of sir's hands fucking the toy into him, the other around his throat to keep him in place. Each thrust upward nails Carter's prostate. Every movement forces his abused skin to rub against sir's clothing. He feels weightless. Like he could fly. Like maybe he alreadyisflying. Or damn close to it.
