Flesh Cartel, #8: Loyalties

Well, maybe more by knowing how good he was making Nikolai feel than by the feel of a cock stretching his mouth, but still, tomato, tomahto, whatever.
    “I should beat you for taking liberties,” Nikolai panted, and Dougie’s whine at that was pure instinctive fear, but of course it felt great against Roger’s cock and Roger just ground against Nikolai harder. “But I think—” Whatever he was thinking, Dougie (well, Roger) drove it right out of his head for a moment. “—I think you’ll learn your lesson well enough by the time this day is through.”
    Dougie didn’t want to think about what that meant, but at least it seemed to mean that Nikolai wouldn’t beat him, so he counted that as a win and pushed it out of his head. No room in there for stray thoughts anyway, not between all the focus he was putting into making Nikolai (and Roger) come and all the focus he was putting into keeping himself from fucking the mattress. God, Nikolai looked so gorgeous like this, simultaneously completely in control and completely fucking losing it.
    And right in the middle of that moment of adoration, Nikolai’s brow stitched together. “Don’t look at me , Douglas. Look at the man you’re servicing.”
    Yes, sir. Dougie forced himself to tear his gaze from Nikolai’s flushed face, down to the cock in front of his nose, just like the good little pet Nikolai wanted him to be. Knew that he was already.
    Someone’s hand came down on the back of his head then—he didn’t know whose, didn’t really matter—and drove him down into Roger’s crotch, chin to balls, Roger’s fat cock filling his mouth and his throat and his fucking nose and sinuses and brain pan and everything else and he choked around it but didn’t panic, didn’t panic , because he’d done this enough now and Nikolai had taught him well and as unpleasant as it was, he knew Nikolai wouldn’t let Roger hurt him and he wanted to be good be good be good. The hand fisted so tightly in his hair it brought tears to his eyes, and from above him he heard Nikolai growl, “Come on his face,” and Roger panted out an eager, “Yes, Sir,” and then the hand was yanking his head back and Roger’s balls were pulling up beneath Dougie’s fingers and that thick cock filled his vision and blew all over his nose and lips and eyes.
    He was surprised to discover that he didn’t mind it at all. Even poked his tongue out to lick at the cum dripping down his lips. It wasn’t the cum he wanted to taste, definitely wasn’t the cum he wanted soaking into his skin, but Nikolai had asked for this, wanted it, was so hot for it he was grinding out his own orgasm right now against Roger’s ass as Dougie’s tongue lapped at Roger’s jizz, and for that, Dougie was happy to be blinking the stuff out of his eyes.
    Maybe next time, if he was lucky, Nikolai would stripe Dougie’s face instead.
    He cast Nikolai a hopeful look, and had to bury another surge of jealousy when he realized that Nikolai was still fawning over Roger, kissing him now, hands stroking Roger’s bruised face, turning him to just the right angle for Nikolai to fuck Roger’s mouth with his tongue.
    But that didn’t mean Nikolai didn’t love Dougie, or even necessarily that he loved Roger more. Because maybe this was all just a test, a chance for Dougie to prove that he could function on his own, that he wouldn’t fall apart without Nikolai supporting him every second of the day, that he knew his place in the hierarchy and wouldn’t ever push for more than he was entitled to. And if it was a test, he damn well meant to pass. So, as unobtrusively as possible, while Roger and Nikolai were still fucking each other’s mouths like a pair of teenagers, he licked Roger’s cock clean and then shimmied Roger’s sweatpants back up his hips. He couldn’t reach Nikolai, which was a shame because Nikolai was probably feeling pretty gross in his cum-drenched pants right now. Was it okay to go get a warm washcloth for him? Or shouldn’t he leave the bed? It wasn’t like either of them was paying him the slightest attention right now; would they even miss him? What was he supposed to do here? Why hadn’t Nikolai prepared him better?
    He only realized he was starting to freak out a little when a hand landed on his shoulder and he jumped half out of his skin. “Easy now, little pet,” Nikolai soothed. His hand rubbed at the tense muscles in Dougie’s neck. “It’s all right. You’ve done well.” The