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“That’s quite alright." Nathan pats the boy's cheek, fully aware of how patronizing it is. He enjoys the flash of annoyance in Carter's gaze before the boy checks himself.There he is. Still not lost."The gag will help you keep that pesky mouth of yours out of trouble, too."
Carter looks relieved at that, at least. “Thank you, sir.”
When Nathan had bound Carter on the bed that night not so long ago, Carter had been mesmerized by the entire process. It had been intoxicating - the way Nathan focused on the rope, the feel of it against his skin, the arousal in Nathan's gaze. Part of him had hoped it would feel the same way when he had suggested this last night. The other part of him hoped it would be a let down. That was the part of him that knew it was best to detach from Nathan and all of this slave business. That was the part of him that wanted to keep his heart from breaking further. That, unfortunately, is not the part of him that wins the rope issue.
By the time Nathan has finished - Carter's body sporting a harness that looks similar to a star on the chest before the red rope twists downward to split into two pieces, one to wrap around each of his thighs - Carter is half-hard and feeling a little foggy. The addition of the mouth gag does nothing but nudge him further into the haze of his mind. He barely even registers when Nathan pushes him forward and replaces the anal plug with the hook, only swimming back to reality when Nathan loops matching red rope through the top of the hook and attaches it to the strap that holds Carter’s gag in place behind his head. Just the slightest movement of Carter's head is enough to jerk on the hook. He moans, then shudders as he realizes Nathan has stuck him in a position on his hands and knees with his head held high.
He’ll have to see everyone’s reactions to him. He won’t be able to hide.
Something complicated twists inside of Carter. He searches Nathan out, not caring that it causes the hook inside him to press almost painfully against his prostate. When their eyes lock, Carter shakes his head the best he can. His eyes are stinging.
“No,” Nathan says, his voice firm despite the way his hands clench at his sides and his eyes twitch. "Go away, Carter. I want a pet right now. Ahole. Do you understand?"
Carter closes his eyes, trying to find that place inside himself that Nathan had managed to put him in before.What happened? Why'd he come back?He doesn't want to be here.
Fingers on his cock cause his eyes to open wide. Nathan is in front of him, squatting down again. His grip on Carter's cock tightens until Carter whimpers, but between the earlier arousal, the hook against his prostate, and the spit or lube that Nathan has covered his hand in, it doesn't matter. Carter is still fully hard within seconds. He tries to move his hips, needing more, but freezes when the hook presses hard against his prostate. He sees white for a moment, and when it clears, he's foggy. Confused. He tries to look down at his cock, which is throbbing with a painful need, but the hook doesn't allow him that particular movement. Instead, he pathetically whines and looks for sir again.
Sir is smirking at him, looking sexy as all hell. He lets go of Carter's cock and chuckles. "Did you think I'd let you come? What a silly little slave. Why would sir let you come when you've been so naughty?"
Carter whimpers. He can feel drool sliding down his chin. His mind doesn't even bother caring about how embarrassing that should be, him drooling like a fuckingdog. His cock just throbs harder.
He tries to say, “Please, sir,” but the words are pathetically garbled.
Sir laughs. The sound is cruel, but fond too. Only sir would be able to pull that off.
“How about this - take your punishment like the good boy I know you want to be for me, and I'll make you come tonight when we're in here again."
Carter quickly nods, then just as quickly freezes when it makes the hook rub against his sensitive prostate. Sir grabs another strand of rope. Carter doesn't realize what's about to happen until it's too late. By the time he's managed to make noises of protest, he can already feel the rope wrapped tight around his cock and balls. He doesn't have to look to know what sir did to him. There's no way he's coming now, even if he wanted to disobey.
Carter wallows at the thought, but only for a moment. Then he thinks about how happy sir will be with him when the day is through, and warmth sparks in him.
He’s too busy looking forward to proving to sir that he can be his good boy to even remember what this is all for.
By the time sir leads him out of the bedroom by his leash, Carter having to crawl slowly because too big of movements are the bad kind of painful with his hook, Carter has forgotten himself, a fog covering every piece of him that would hate this, leaving nothing behind but a slave, just as he had requested.
He doesn’t notice the worry in sir’s eyes as they go.
The wolf-whistles start the moment they enter the dining area. Nathan forces down the concoction of self-hatred and worry churning inside him, focusing on the reluctant arousal and smugness he's feeling instead. It's not exactly hard to do.Who wouldn't be turned on and proud looking at Carter?That red rope bright against his pretty pale skin, that gag holding his mouth open so it's just begging for Nathan's cock, and that anal hook keeping his lithe body pulled taut. Plenty of Nathan's men are adjusting themselves when he scans the room. And they're all grinning.
“What a pretty sight," Jason says as he tilts his head to better appreciate the view of Carter's rim stretched around the hook. Nathan watches a flush crawl along Carter's cheeks, moving up towards his ears and down his throat. His eyes are foggy. Nathan can't decide if he's thankful the boy is distancing himself, or afraid of it. He forces himself to be thankful, since it's what Carter wanted. He begged to be put into a safer mindset. Now, here he is, clearly somewhere far enough away to keep him from breaking down in front of these monsters.
“Is this part of his punishment for yesterday?” Mica asks.
“Yes and no.” Nathan doesn't take his seat yet, knowing his men would appreciate an extra minute of looking at Carter before he's put beneath the table for his usual breakfast-time cock warming. "The gag is an extension of his punishment. He will have to earn the right to speak again after daring to tell me no yesterday. But the rest is just because it's awfully pretty to look at, as Jason pointed out. He spent the night like this in his dog cage, and I couldn't get myself to ruin such a nice view when I awoke this morning."
“I’m surprised he still has his hands,” Jason mutters. “Or do you not care that he hit you?”
Nathan twists his face in confusion before feigning realization and barking a laugh. "This, you mean?" He points to the bruise on his face. "That happened while he was being a naughty boy, yes, but he certainly didn'thitme. He's smart enough not to do something that stupid."
“Then what happened?” Jason questions.
Go the fuck away and die, Jason.
“He threw his head back as I was leaning forward. Perhaps that's why my subconscious decided on the hook." Nathan tugs at the rope looped between the hook and the strap of Carter's gag, making the boy cry out. He laughs sadistically. Many of the men join in. "Can't go tossing your head around now, can you, slut? This is how I should always have you. Trussed up and helpless."
“Needy, too,” Mica points out with a grin. He gestures to Carter's erection. It's not his fault, of course. Nathan got him as hard as possible before tying him up with the extra rope to keep him on the edge of arousal. But Nathan's men don't care about fault. All they see is a slave getting off on his own abuse, and, just as Nathan had predicted, they love it.
God, Nathan can’t wait for this whole fucking thing to be over.
