The Flesh Cartel #1: Capture

seemed to recognize. “Don’t you dare mess. Don’t you dare . This isn’t meant as a punishment, but it can be.”
    Dougie bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Squeezed his ass cheeks shut too. God, he could feel his insides sloshing . That same sick sensation of having your foot in a wet sock and stuffed in a rubber boot full of water. It wasn’t fucking right.
    The woman calmly stepped back.
    He couldn’t hold this any longer. He was going to vomit. But that wasn’t right at all, was it? He looked to the doctor. Cried out, “Please!”
    The doctor nodded—at the woman, not Dougie—and she said, “Clench tight,” in her strange disaffected voice and then slid the enema nozzle from his ass. He almost lost it for a second, but the threat of punishment roared in his head and he clamped down hard, just in time. The chains started to lower, and the woman pulled the grate from the floor as she guided him down, until he was sitting right over the hole. “Go ahead,” the doctor said. “You can let go.” And then relief, so profound he couldn’t even feel ashamed at how it came about.

    Mat tipped forward, forehead pressed to the floor as the woman cleaned him with another blast of cold water, washing it all down the drain. The chains hung slack enough now for him to hug his aching gut, so he did, moaning miserably around the bit gag the doctor had fitted him with the minute he’d been dragged in.
    The doctor crouched, grabbed him by the hair, pulled him to his knees, and yanked him around until they were face to face. But if he thought Mat was going to meekly avert his eyes, he was fucking wrong. Mat glowered daggers, mentally screaming, Bring me my fucking brother, you pig, I’ll kill you if you did this to him too.
    The doctor reached casually between Mat’s legs with his free hand and squeezed his balls until Mat’s eyes clamped shut of their own accord.
    “Look me in the eye again and I’ll pop one,” he said.
    Jesus fuck. Mat believed him.
    “Get him on the table,” the doctor said. The two heavies who’d dragged him in here unchained him and hauled him over to the table, where he was slammed down on his back hard enough to daze him. They took advantage, trapping his wrists in mental-institution leather straps by his hips, and fitting his ankles and feet securely into a pair of high, wide stirrups.
    The doctor measured his waist, his inseam, his chest, his upper arm, his throat. The doctor tapped the results into his console, and then, without warning, wrapped a hand around Mat’s unprotected dick.
    “Get hard,” he commanded, giving Mat a dry tug along the foreskin. “Or I’ll give you a drug to get you hard, and you won’t like it.”
    Buy me dinner first , he wished he could taunt—anything to make up for the fact that there was no way he’d be able to obey that command right now. Too tired, too afraid, hurting too much. He just had to hope it looked like defiance.
    “Not very virile,” the doctor said with a shake of his head and a disappointed cluck that made Mat’s face burn. “That will count against your price, you know. At least your brother was enthusiastic at this part of the examination.”
    Fuck you. I’ll fucking tear your fingers off if you touched him this way.
    But the doctor just smiled coldly, produced a tube of medical-grade lubricant from a drawer on his cart, and drizzled it onto the tip of one gloved finger. “This first, then the wand, then the shot. You don’t want the shot, I assure you. It drives you mad with arousal. You’ll touch anyone, service anyone, do anything just for a scrap of pleasure. I’ve seen men with erections for days on end. Putting all manner of objects into themselves. Broken glass bottles . . .” His finger, ice cold, glided easily into Mat’s ass and crooked with expert efficiency against his prostate.
    Turned out he didn’t need the wand, let alone the dreaded “shot.” One rub, two, and Mat’s cock rose into his field of vision, red and thick, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the darker crown. “Pet,” the doctor called to his Stepford Wife-creepy nude assistant, and she padded over, quickly measuring Mat’s erection with the same cool detachment the doctor had measuring everything else. At the result, the doctor commented, “There may be hope for this one yet.”
    His bony finger withdrew from Mat’s ass. A vibrating rubber cock ring was wrapped around the base of his cock and balls to help keep him