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Carter just shakes his head, partly because he doesn'tknowwhy, and partly because he's worried he'll start to cry if he tries to speak.
“Baby, please - I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me. What can I do?”
Baby.
Please.
What can I do?
The words are knives, carving into Carter’s heart and re-opening the not-yet-healed scars. The pain shoves everything else to the wayside. The shame. The humiliation. The betrayal.
The pain makes it so, somehow, Carter not only realizes what he needs, but allows himself to ask for it.
“Fuck me.”
Nathan goes rigid beneath him, the dildo's pace stuttering. It's only a moment before he regains his bearings. Too short for anyone but Carter to notice. Carter, who knows him so well. Carter, who needs this man to not just act like his sir, butbecomehis sir. Carter, who will sacrifice himself if it means saving the others - savingCasey.
“Please,” he whispers, his voice no longer shaking, his body lacking any trembles or nausea. This is what he needs. He's never been more sure. "Fuck me, sir. Show them I'm yours. Show - showme."
Exhaling shakily, Nathan pulls the dildo out of him and puts it to the side. Their eyes meet. Carter tries to tell him with his gaze alone that he needs this. That he needs to be used. To be treated like a slave.
Nathan’s gaze darkens, his grip on Carter’s hips tightening enough to bruise. “Get my cock out and sit on it, slave. Now.”
“Yes, sir.” Carter quickly opens sir’s pants and pulls his cock out as instructed, ignoring the men’s laughter and jeers behind him. He’d enjoy some lube, but he doesn’t deserve it. He’s just a slave. All that matters is that his hole feels good for sir.
That feeling lingers inside him as he lowers himself onto sir’s cock. It’s strong enough to chase away the painful burn and stretch as sir fills him to the brim without any slickness to help.
“Fuck yourself. Show all these men how desperate you are to be stuffed with sir’s cock.”
Carter shudders, not because he’s upset but because it feels good to be ordered to do this. To be ordered to please sir.
“That’s it,” sir encourages as Carter uses his grip on the chair’s arms to set a nice pace. “This is where you belong, right? Riding sir’s cock like the little slut that you are?”
“Yes, sir,” Carter gasps.
The men go wild.
Everyone’s words blur together then, background noise to what sir is saying. The words are loud, meant for everyone, but Carter also knows they’re meant forhim. “My little slave.Mine. No one else’s. No one but me will ever touch you. You’re going to die knowing only my hands. You’re already forgetting all the men before me, aren’t you, slave? It’s just sir. Always sir. My little slave. My little fuckslut.”
“Yours,” Carter half-promises, half-begs. “Yours, sir. Just yours. You only.”
A hand wraps around Carter’s cock again. He’s fully hard within seconds, pride swelling in his chest when he sees how pleased that makes his sir. "That's it. That's my good boy. You like sir's cock in your needy little hole?"
“Yes,” Carter cries, moving his hips desperately between grinding on sir's cock and fucking sir's hand. "Yes, yes, sir, love it."
The men all laugh, but Carter doesn't fucking care. Sir is grinning wide, eyes bright, looking at Carter like Carter really ishis, like Carter is special, like Carter is everything he's ever wanted, and Carter can't possibly worry about anything else when the man is looking at him like that.
“Please, sir," he begs, knowing how much his sir loves when he begs. "Please let me come. Please, please, please?"
“No,” the man says with a sinister smile that shouldn't melt Carter's insides into goo, but does. "But you sure are pretty when you're desperate, aren't you?"
Carter moves his hips faster. Harder. He feels tears sliding down his cheeks. When sir leans forward and licks one off - fuckinglicksit - Carter has to reach down and grab the man's wrist to stop his hand on his cock, suddenly plummeting right to the edge of the orgasm he isn't allowed to have. "Sir. Wait. God. I - I - Ican't- please, please,please."
“So pretty," sir whispers, running the fingertips of his free hand over Carter's wet cheeks. "And all mine."
“Yours. All yours, sir.”
“Mine,” sir says again, this time in a growl. Both of his hands snap to Carter's hips, grabbing the knots there and using them as leverage as he fucks Carter hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. “Mine, mine, m-” he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips stuttering. Carter's body begins to jerk with tremors as he’s pumped full of the man’s cum.
