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“Please. Please, sir, please, please."
“No,” the man says, just as cruelly as before, sporting that same sinister smile, and Carter releases a sob of grief and frustration. "Maybe later, when I'm done with you.Ifyou please me."
“I will, sir. Promise. Swear. I will!”
Sir chuckles, amused by him. “We’ll see. Come now. Let’s get you trussed up again.”
Carter – shaking hard and still so close to orgasm he's worried a strong breeze might send him over the edge - does as he's directed and lowers himself to the floor, waiting quietly as sir tucks his spent cock away and gathers the hook and gag again.
“Don’t you dare fucking come," sir warns as he presses the plug-side of the hook into Carter's loose, wet hole. "I don't care how good this feels. I don't care if it nails your prostate over and over as you crawl back to my room. If you come, I'll make you regret it. You'll never want to come again. Do you understand?"
“Y-yes, sir,” Carter answers, trying not to give away that the plug inside him feelsso fucking good, oh god…
With a knowing smirk - because this is sir, and sir knows everything - sir tugs playfully at the hook a few times before finally moving on.
At least the rest helps take Carter's mind off his desperation to come. His jaw aches as it's forced open by the gag again, and his back muscles twitch in protest when the rope is pulled taut and tied off. It's enough to have his cock calming down - still hard and dripping, but not throbbing like it might burst if he doesn't come soon.
And then sir takes a step forward and snaps his hand for Carter to follow, Carter extending his arm to crawl, and the plug hits him right on the sweet spot. The haze of need comes rushing back, knocking the breath from his lungs. He tries to crawl again, but his arms feel too flimsy. They shake beneath his weight, warning him not to push them further.
“S-sir,” Carter tries to say through the gag. He’s not trying to be disobedient. He just - it's all so - and the - and he - and - "Oh god, sir,please."
“Christ, this is going to be a fun night," sir says. The men all laugh. Carter can't look at him, not with the rope pulled the way it is, his head kept firmly in place, but that doesn't matter. He can picture the way sir is grinning. The way his eyes are flashing with dangerous promises. He shudders, just picturing it enough for his cock to feel even needier.
Sir reaches behind Carter. A moment later, the rope tugs, rocking his body forward until he nearly falls, the hook the only thing keeping him from face-planting as sir holds the rope so he's suspended, his knees almost coming off the ground from the force. The plug in his ass tugs painfully at his rim, but it's also pressing just right against his prostate, and Cartermoans.
The men laugh. They call him things. He thinks someone might even spit on him.
Carter doesn’t fucking care.
He just needs to come.
He’s going todieif he doesn’t come.
“Make it to the bedroom and I’llconsiderletting you come by the end of tonight.”
Sir releases the rope. Carter takes a deep breath, and then he begins to move. He keeps track of how many times his right hand goes forward, counting them like he would steps if he were walking. It's not enough to fully distract him, but enough to keep him from falling over the edge.
He’s shaking by the time they reach the bedroom, his arms wobbly, his back muscles spasming, his eyes spilling tears and his mouth spilling drool. It's almost worse knowing he's so close to the end. The three more forward motions it takes to get inside the room enough for sir to close the door is agony. He doesn't know how his body doesn't give out, or how his cock doesn't explode by the end of it. He wraps a hand around the bedpost nearest to him and clings to it like an anchor in a sea of pained-pleasure.
Sir locks up before walking towards him. He approaches Carter slowly, eyes wary, like Carter is a wild animal. Maybe he is. Hefeelswild. Untamed.Can people go crazy from not coming?
Sir releases the gag first, Carter’s head falling forward as his neck muscles stretch in relief. Then sir is fiddling with the plug in his ass.
“Please,” Carter gasps, something in his mind whispering that sir won't deny him now that they're alone. His brain is too fogged with desperation and a steady thrum ofneed, need, needfor him to think too hard about it. He just knows it's safe now to take the risk and beg, "Sir, please. Please."
“Shhh. Hush now.” Sir removes the hook.Why is he removing the hook? Will he fuck him again? Let Carter come on his cock?"I've got you. You're alright."
“Please.” Carter lifts his head to look the man in the eyes. Whatever it is he wants to do, Carter needs him to hurry. "Please, sir."
Sir reaches forward, hands coming to Carter's neck. Fingertips brush along Carter's skin. He feels the touch all the way down to his cock, a moan falling from his lips.
“Carter,” sir says softly. Something falls off of Carter. He looks down, frowning at it. A collar.Hiscollar. "Carter, come back to me."
Carter shakes his head. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to be Carter. He wants to be the slave who earned the right to come.
“Carter, it’s Nathan.”
“No,” Carter manages through gritted teeth. He closes his eyes, letting some of his weight lean against the bedpost. “No. No, I don’t – Ican’t.”
