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“Yes.” Nathan raises a hand, preparing for an argument. "But you can't tell him the truth, Carter. Not right away, at least. We need to assess where he's at mentally before springing something like that on him. Benny won't bring him around much. He'll keep him locked away. No one will care, since he's not a prize like you, but you have to let Benny do whatever he feels is right with Casey. You have to be patient. And, most importantly, you have to keep your shit together if you want Casey to make it out of this whole mess alive."
“I can. I swear.”
“Keeping your shit together isn't going to be enough." Nathan looks away then, not interested in seeing the boy's reaction to what he needs to say next. "You -we- aren't selling this to my men enough, and after today… it's just going to be worse. They think I'm too easy on you. Iamtoo easy on you. And I don't use you nearly enough."
The silence that follows Nathan's words is heavy and awful. Nathan forces himself to stay quiet and sit in it. Soak in it until his lungs are full of guilt and his bones ache with longing.
Carter finally speaks just as Nathan is considering just taking Carter and making a run from it, leaving this whole mission behind just to save the boy from any more distress. "Then you'll go harder on me. And use me more."
Nathan thought he'd be relieved to have Carter agree with him, but he's not. He just feels… broken.
“Just… no blindfolds,” Carter adds, a tremor in his voice. “Or anything else that makes things dark. Hoods or masks or - or whatever.”
“I will never put you in any form of darkness again,” Nathan says firmly, looking Carter in the eye to make sure the boy understands how serious he is. “I promise you.”
“Okay.” Carter looks away, teeth digging into his bottom lip. Nathan knows the boy well enough to know he has something more to say, so he lets the silence wrap around them, waiting patiently. Sure enough, Carter eventually takes a deep breath and says, “You can tie me up again.”
That isnotwhat Nathan expected. In the least.
“I canwhat?”
“You can tie me up again.” Carter’s face is bright red in the dim lighting. “I liked it. It wouldn’t be terrible to do it again…”
“When I tied you to the bed, you mean?”
“Yeah. Or, well,” he shifts, clearly uncomfortable. He still won’t look at Nathan. “It wouldn’t have to be to a bed, though. Or to anything, really. You could just… tie me. Like you did tonight - or last night, I guess it is now. When you punished me on your desk. I liked the rope. I - I liked how it felt against my skin. Is that stupid?”
Stupid? It’s fucking amazing.Nathan clears his throat, not wanting to scare the boy off by coming off too enthusiastic. “That’s not stupid at all. I’m also partial to rope. You look awfully pretty in it.”
The tone of red on Carter’s face deepens. It’s damn near dark enough to match the rope Nathan knows he has in his side table just feet away from them. He has to fight the temptation to pull it out and check. To maybe practice some shibari patterns while he’s at it.
“Would they like it?” Carter asks, clearly avoiding Nathan’s previous compliment. “Your men?”
“Would they like to see you in rope? Yes. Absolutely. Especially if I use it as a prop for… more.”
Carter finally looks at Nathan then. His blue eyes are wide. There’s innocence in them. Curiosity, too. “How do you mean?”
“Mmm.” Nathan reaches forward, knowing he’s pushing his luck, but craving to touch the boy enough to risk it. Carter watches his hand like it’s a weapon, but he doesn’t move away or tell Nathan not to continue. With a feather-soft touch, Nathan finally settles his fingers at the base of Carter’s throat. “I could do a pattern that includes a collar. They’d love to see your throat wrapped in rope. There’s something erotic about it. More so than a regular collar. For me, at least.” Nathan runs his fingers downward. Carter’s breathing hitches, his eyes going even wider as he stares at Nathan. His chest quakes beneath Nathan’s hand. “I could do a pattern that creates a grip here. And then I can hold you by the rope at your sternum and use it to tug you forward and stuff your mouth full of my cock.” Carter shivers. Goosebumps erupt on his skin. His nipples harden. Nathan gently swipes the pad of his thumb over one. Then the other. Carter gasps the first time. He moans the second. Nathan moves on, adding his other hand. He traces circles on the dips of the boy’s bare hips. “I could do a pattern that knots at your hips. I can grip them then while I fuck you from behind, holding you in place, or maybe using it to tug you backward so you’re getting fucked even harder, even deeper.” Nathan leaves his left hand on the boy’s hip, moving his right one lower. He skims the back of his knuckles across his pelvis, just above where he would have pubic hair if Carter was allowed to grow some. “I could wrap up your cock and balls in a pretty little package to keep you hard and unable to come.”
“Better than a cock cage,” Carter whispers.
“Yeah?” Nathan tilts his head, hands frozen on the boy’s body. “You don’t like cages?”
“They remind me of…Henley.” He drops his gaze at the man’s name.Why? Is he ashamed? Afraid?
“He’ll never touch you again,” Nathan promises. “No one will.”
Carter picks at an imaginary fuzzy on his bare thigh. “Should they, though?”
Nathan pulls his hands back, the words like fire, his skin burning from the meaning alone. He prays to whatever gods may exist that he’s misunderstanding. “You think I should share you again?”
“I don’t know.” The boy shrugs. “It’s just - I mean, you said yourself that we haven’t been enough for your men. That our dynamic hasn’t been satisfactory. And that was with you sharing me. I’m just worried that we’re going to exchange you sharing me with a few other things, and they aren’t going to feel like anything has really changed. What if it’s not enough? What happens to Casey then?”
Fucking Casey.Carter is going to sacrifice his heart and soul for that boy. Nathan has to be careful of that. He can’t let Carter get out of hand. He promised himself that he wouldn’t just save Carter’s body during this mission, but his mind too. He’ll be damned if Carter himself is who ruins that promise. “You don’t need to worry about Casey. I think we’ll be able to come up with some good ideas that will be convincing for the men. We’ll be able to keep them satisfiedandkeep you and Casey safe.”
“What would Benny say?”
Well, now, that’s not fair.“Benny would probably agree with me.”
