Flesh Cartel, #8: Loyalties

up at Nikolai—who was too busy nuzzling Roger’s neck to look back at him—and whimper.
    Nikolai didn’t acknowledge the needy little noise at all. Maybe hadn’t even heard it. But Dougie was too chicken to try again.
    He turned his focus back to Roger’s cock instead, wrapped his lips over his teeth and nipped up some foreskin between them, sucked very, very gently and swiped his tongue across the flesh. Roger thrust up into his hand and mouth, a short, abortive motion like maybe he wasn’t supposed to be moving at all, and Dougie grinned to himself and repeated his nip-suck-lick, delighted at the thought that he was doing something right enough to make a man like Roger—possibly the best-trained and most devoted slave in the world—lose control.
    Nikolai was teaching him well. Was he making Nikolai proud? He cast his eyes up again, hoping to draw the man’s attention, but Nikolai was still busy working a mark onto Roger’s throat. And yes, it was hot—God, was it ever hot, both their faces nearly transcendent with love and pleasure. But it also made Dougie, for one agonized moment, want to do something stupid , like maybe bite Roger’s cock. And then that moment passed and he was left with nothing but the burning desire to prove himself.
    He redoubled his efforts, twisting his grip on Roger’s cock as he pumped and sneakily giving Roger’s foreskin a downward tug, exposing that sinfully sensitive head. Roger was starting to squirm in earnest, pushing forward into Dougie’s mouth and grinding back against what was no doubt Nikolai’s hard cock nestled up against his ass. If Dougie could make this good enough—draw it out long enough and make Roger move enough—maybe he could get Nikolai to come too. Like a secondhand orgasm. A chain reaction. Dougie’s hands and mouth getting them both off.
    Roger whimpered, biting his lip, and his hands left the mattress, snaking up to curl around Nikolai’s arms. Much to Dougie’s surprise, Nikolai’s hands abandoned their torment of Roger’s nipples to twine with Roger’s fingers, and they clung to each other through their pleasure, hand in hand like real lovers.
    No, not like lovers, they are lovers, just look at them.
    The thought crushed something small and delicate in Dougie’s chest, but then he reminded himself he could have this too if he tried hard enough, was patient enough, good enough, trusting enough. He could be a lover to Nikolai. They could share moments like Nikolai was sharing with Roger. He just had to earn it first, that was all.
    He tore his eyes away from their joined fingers and set about to earn this and more. Freed the arm he was propped on so he could take Roger’s balls in hand, cup them both and press his middle finger between them like Nikolai had taught him. Dougie almost didn’t hear Roger’s gasp over his own at the shocked jolt of pleasure he felt as he laid out flat on the bed and his cock pressed into the mattress. He knew it was wrong to chase that—this wasn’t about him and Nikolai hadn’t told him he could—but listening to Nikolai and Roger, watching the two of them together . . . God, he needed , and it wasn’t like he was neglecting Roger at all, could totally multitask here, and Nikolai probably wouldn’t even notice—
    A sharp crack echoed in his ears, and half a second later, an equally sharp sting bloomed across his left ass cheek and he yelped, pulled back from Roger’s cock, glanced up at Nikolai with wounded eyes to see a crop in his hand and a . . . a smile on his face?
    “Naughty boy!” Nikolai chided, but he didn’t seem angry, not at all, even if the warning was clear in his eyes— Do it again and I really will be mad. Maybe he was willing to give Dougie a little leeway after how well he’d served him today. Or maybe he was just feeling too good right now to get too worked up about anything as minor as Dougie humping the bed without permission. Whatever the case, Dougie wasn’t going to push his luck. He stilled his hips and put his hands and mouth back to work.
    “Got carried away, did you, boy? My little pet?” Nikolai grunted as Roger ground back against him, Roger’s cock bumping the roof of Dougie’s mouth as he did. God, Nikolai really was going to come. He wasn’t instructing, he was dirty talking . “My sweet fuckable little boy, so turned on by the big plug in his tight ass and the big cock in his slutty mouth . . .”
    Turned on? Yeah, actually, he really, really was.