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He will not give into the monster. He doesn't care how badly the monster wants to come play. He doesn't care that it's lurking around the edges, begging and clawing and growling. He doesn't care that Travis is begging him not to do this. He doesn't care that even Nathan - evensir- doesn't want him to do this.
Things will get out of hand if he lets go. He has to do this as sir.
But he can’t do it to Carter in the mindset the boy is currently in – drifting so close to the surface.
Nathan needs him deeper. The kind of deep that will require Nathan to go diving to save Carter later. It's what's best. What needs to happen to protect the boy. To save him in the long run.
He needs Carter to beslave.
Nathan exits the bathroom, chest tight and hands still shaking. The monster is whispering in his ear, seducing him to the dark side, promising him everything would be okay if he walked away and let the monster take over.
“You’re a slave," Nathan says firmly.Confidently. A fact, not a suggestion. He grabs Carter's hair in his fist and yanks until the boy -the slave- is forced to look at him. He sneers when their eyes meet. "Eyes down. You don't get to fucking look at me unless I say."
Carter’s –theslave’s– lips part, an argument about to form.
But slaves don’t argue.
Nathan cuts him off before he can even start. "Don't speak. Don't look at me. Don't do a thing besides fucking breathe - and bethankfulI'm allowing you even that."
The slave lowers his gaze, his breath shaky. Tears fall down his cheeks like tiny accusations.
Let me do it,the monster whispers.No reason for you both to be hurting. He has to. You don’t.
Nathan ignores the monster.
He continues pushing, able to tell the slave isn’t where his mind needs to be yet.
“You arenothing. A slave. A toy. A set of holes." Nathan swallows hard. It tastes like bile. "Tonight, you're entertainment. Tonight, you're a doll for my guests to hit. Tonight, you are the Beckett whore, and you will pay for it."
“S-sir,” Carter –no, the slave, Nathan, the fucking slave, just a slave, nothing but a slave– says.
Nathan moves his hand, gripping the slave’s cheeks until the slave whimpers. His fingers slip a little from the tears. He quickly drops his hand and wipes it on his leg, something stirring in his stomach. The slave drops his chin again, shoulders curling in.
“Speak one more time and I’ll gag you,” Nathan manages to say.
Gag him anyway,the monster purrs.He’ll cry and beg out there. He’ll make you fucking weak in front of them all.
There’s a light knock on the bedroom door. A moment later, Benny is letting himself in. He takes one look at the slave - tears on his face, openly crying now - before turning a glare on Nathan.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“He’s about to be hit by all of my fucking guests. He needs to remember his place. He can't be himself out there." Nathan shakes his head, begging his friend to understand. "Heaskedfor this. He told me heneedsthis. He needs to feel like a slave when this shit happens. It's safest for him to be in that headspace."
Benny flicks his gaze back to the slave, expression twisting.
“I – I want a safe word,” the slave –Carter, Travis whispers, this is Carter and we love him– begs.
He said the words to Benny, apparently not trusting Nathan.
Probably smart.
Benny looks at Nathan again.
Then, without making eye contact with the slave on the floor, he says, “No. Slaves don’t have safe words. They trust their masters to know what they can take.”
Nathan’s stomach flips.Benny agrees. Benny is on his side.Guilt fades. He feels steadier. He feelssure.
Stepping forward, he takes the slave's face in his hands and directs it upward. The slave keeps his gaze down this time. "Eyes." Blue eyes flick up to look at him. Full of tears and terrified. Begging him for mercy. "You're a good boy. The best boy. You can do this. You trust sir, remember? Trust me when I say that you can do this."
