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The crowd boos. They urge sir to do something. Lots of somethings. To punish him for going soft. To teach him his place.
Someone yells about castration.
Someone says to cage him if he doesn’t want to appreciate gifts.
“You’re doing so well," sir whispers, desperation in his tone. He tugs on Carter's ropes, making them dig just short of painfully into his skin. "You're mine. All mine. The perfect boy for me. You make sir feel so good, pet. So fucking good. You're everything I've ever wanted. Everything I've ever dreamed of. Better than all the others. The only one who came make me feel like this. Remember pet? Remember how special you are to me?"
Carter shivers, liking these words much more than the ones from the crowd. Sir does something off to the side with his hand. A moment later, the heavy music turns up in volume - enough for Carter to feel it in his bones.
“Just you and me, baby," sir breathes into his ear. "Just me and my good boy. My best boy. God, you make me so hot. Your hole is so fucking tight. Even after all this time, your ass is perfect. Just right. Like you're made for this. Made forme. Were you made for me, pet?"
Carter nods. He thinks maybe he was. He thinks maybe this is exactly where he's meant to be - in sir's arms, making sir feel good, just sir and him, being sir's good boy.
“Yeah. That's right. Made just for me. All mine. My perfect boy." Sir shifts. His cock starts to nail Carter's prostate. His hand speeds up on Carter's cock. “Come for me, pet. Come on. Come for me. Be my good boy and come.”
He twists his wrist, pulling just a little harder than before, at the same time nailing Carter’s prostate in the perfect way.
Carter’s back bows the little bit his bonds allow, and he comes. Hard.
The world blurs like it always does when sir puts him through his paces like this. Carter sinks into that feeling, sighing in relief. No one exists but him and sir. And he was a good boy.
Nathan doesn’t have time to coddle the boy half-asleep in his arms. All he’s able to do is bring him back to their bedroom, lay him on his sheets, still dirty, on his stomach since the entire back half of his body is abused to all hell, and beg him to drink some water. Carter sips lazily from a bendy straw out of a bottle, shaking his head when Nathan tries to offer pain meds. He curls his fingers around his stuffed moose when Nathan hands it over and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut.
“Want me to send Benny in? He can treat these wounds sooner than I’ll be able to. I have to meet with Vasco still…”
“No,” Carter whispers. “No one. Just wanna be ‘lone.”
Nathan cringes, his eyes scanning the red and purple skin covering the boy’s body. “Carter, these are… bad. You should really let Benny come take care of you.”
“No,” the boy says again. “Just –no.”
“Carter-”
“Pet,” Carter corrects, his voice cracking. “N – not ready. Nothim. Pet. Please…”
Oh… right.They were supposed to work on slowly bringing him back to himself.
But Nathan has to go…
He doesn’t have time.
“Okay,” he says, even though nothing about this is okay. “I - I’m going to be back soon then, Ca -pet. Unless you need to use the restroom, or if you want to take your medicine and drink your water there on the table, I don’t want you to move. Understood?”
Carter sinks into the mattress and pulls his moose closer to himself, tucking it beneath his chin. “Yes, sir.”
Nathan stares at him for a few more seconds, every cell of his being begging him to stay here with the boy he loves. Then he tears his gaze away and forces one foot in front of the other all the way to the door of his room, down the hall, the secret door out of the compound, and back to the party.
Benny already has Vasco all lined up and waiting for him, the two laughing softly. He nods at Nathan as he approaches and hands him a flute of champagne. “How’s the slave?”
“Served his purpose,” Nathan says casually before turning to give Vasco a smile and his hand. They shake. “Thank you again for coming.”
“Thank you for the invite. I’ve enjoyed myself quite a bit this evening.” Vasco sips his champagne, eyeing Nathan. Then he ventures, “I thought perhaps you’d want to speak in private?”
“I was hoping we could, yes,” Nathan agrees. He scans the area as if searching for something, not really looking for anything at all. “Would you like to bring anyone with you?”
“Will you have any backup?”
Nathan chuckles. “No. Benny will be staying out here to keep the drunks in line.”
