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Carter shakes his head and says, “No, sir,” the best he can with his mouth forced open by the gag.
“You belong to sir. Your holes belong to sir. I’m going to use your holes as I see fit, and you’re going to fucking take it, and that’s going to make sir happy. So fucking happy. It’s going to make you a good boy. You want to be my good boy, right, pet?”
Carter nods frantically, not caring that the hook inside him pulls a little painfully at his rim from the movement. He thinks tears might be falling down his face, but he’s starting to feel too floaty to care. He wants to be a good boy. A good slave.Yes. Please.
He somehow ends up in sir’s lap, having no recollection of how he got there. A hand is stroking his cock. Another is fiddling with the hook.
“Fuck him boss!”
“Yeah, make him beg to come while on your cock."
“Can we record it?”
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
“Can we, boss? Record the slut bouncing on your cock and begging for relief?”
“Send it to his brother.”
“Yes!” multiple men shout.
Sir chuckles darkly. "Such imaginations. We don't need any videos getting in the wrong hands, though, do we? My face would be in it. I'd be ruined."
“We could get a mask!”
“Enough from the audience," the man says, his voice suddenly cold and dripping with annoyance. "If the show isn't enough for you, you're free to leave."
That quiets the men completely. Someone mumbles something about music, and a minute later a stereo is pumping out a song that's low and dark.
“Someone get me a dildo. Nothing crazy.”
Someone jumps up, running away to fetch the desired toy. At the same time, sir adjusts Carter in his lap so he's better supported, and begins to remove the anal hook, first untying it from the back of the gag, then guiding it slowly out of Carter. Slowly being the operative word, as the man decides to tease him with the toy for a minute, stretching his rim around the largest part of the bulb and just rocking back and forth enough to push and pull at the sensitive skin wrapped tight around it.
The person returns with the dildo. Carter locks eyes with the man, flinching when he sees it's Mica - the cruelest of them all. He's surprised when he glimpses the dildo that there aren't spikes or something equally awful on the damn thing.
“Thank you, Mica," sir says as he brings the dildo up to Carter's face. Carter squints at it, wondering why the man would bother to show it to him.Is he trying to calm Carter's mind by proving it's a non-threatening size?Or maybe he's trying to -oh. Carter flinches as the black dildo is slowly,humiliatingly, pressed into his mouth, the smooth silicone skin of it gliding along his tongue.
Carter feels his face go hot as drool spills over his chin. He tries to lift his hand to wipe it away, but sir stops him. "Hands on the arms of the chair, pet."
Carter obeys, holding in a moan when sir rewards him by returning his hand to Carter's cock. The strokes are slow. Teasing. Sir matches them with the movements of the dildo he's now languidly fucking in and out of Carter's mouth.
“Get it nice and wet. It's the only lube a slut like you deserves."
Carter squeezes his eyes shut, trying very hard to maintain the slave mindset where phrases like that don't bother him. He should feel lucky that Nathan -sir- is letting him have any lubricant. With his hole open from the hook, it's probably not necessary. This is a kindness. But he feels caught on the edge of something, wavering betweenslaveandCarter, and he's terrified he's going to fall in the wrong direction in front of all these men.
But Nathan -sir sir, sir- knows Carter so well. Too well. He lets go of Carter's cock to wrap an arm around his middle, pulling him tight so Carter’s back is pressed to his chest, his chin hooking over Carter's shoulder. "Let go. Let it all go. Give it to me, remember? Let sir take care of everything, pet. Let sir take care ofyou."
Carter jerks his head, but it's caught between a nod and a shake, his mind still caught in the razor-sharp danger zone betweenCarterandslave.
Sir sighs. Then he tugs at Carter, making him go up on his knees, and nudges the tip of the dildo against his hole. He doesn't order Carter to press down on it, instead pushing the toy up into him. Carter shudders, but holds the position. Now he understands why Nathan -sir, goddamnit, Carter, he's sir- wanted him to hold onto the arms of the chair. Carter had told him how much he had hated having to fuck himself -rapehimself - in front of the men before. He's saving Carter from that again.
It should be a relief, but it's not. Becausesirwould make him ride the dildo, uncaring of his shame and humiliation. Sir wouldn't even be using a dildo, he'd have his cock out and inside him by now. ButNathanis thinking ofCarter- treating him asCarter- and that's awfully nice of him, but also extremely inconvenient. Carter can't be here. Carter can't fucking do this.
“Actually, turn around for me, slave,” Nathan orders loud enough for everyone to hear. "I want to see your face as you beg me."
Carter’s arms and legs are like jelly, but he manages to clumsily turn around. He keeps his chin tucked to his chest to avoid the possibility of making eye contact with the man in front of him, worried it'll make things even worse for him.
Nathan -sir- reaches around him and does something at the back of his head. The gag falls off. It’s tossed the same place the hook was. Then fingers are in his hair and he’s being pulled forward until his head is resting on sir’s shoulder. He starts to thrust the dildo slowly in and out of Carter. Lips brush along the curve of his ear. “Tell me why you’re so upset. Why you can't let go.”
