The Flesh Cartel, #10: False Gods

soirées—wasn’t a popular man at all, really—but popularity took a backseat when one was as outrageously wealthy as he. Nikolai didn’t sell to him often—he liked to pretend he was straight even though he owned several men according to rumor—but Douglas was pretty enough to tempt him once Nikolai had plied the man with enough fine food and drink. And the finale of the evening, of course. If nothing else would do it, that should.
    He turned back from his contemplation of his difficult client to find Douglas eagerly sucking two cocks at once, fists jacking two more, ass out for a fifth man with three fingers—already?—up his hole. The sight left Nikolai instantly hard and wanting, but the boy wasn’t for his pleasure tonight. If Nikolai were any less disciplined, he’d have slipped away to shove his cock down Roger’s throat, let the man take the edge off. But he didn’t. He stood and watched and smiled instead, trading small talk with his spectating guests, the proud proprietor of the finest merchandise, ready and waiting to fulfill his clients’ needs.
    Douglas brought the first man off in less than two minutes. The second perhaps thirty seconds later. Mouth now free, one of the men he’d been jacking claimed it instead. A different man filled the empty fist. Maria, the lovely wife of the equally lovely man with three fingers up Douglas’s ass, knelt down beside her husband and inserted two fingers of her own. Douglas hitched a cry but didn’t so much as skip a beat with mouth or hands, didn’t even hint at squirming away from the painful stretching.
    Gods, was he ever making Nikolai proud.
    And jealous. He wanted to fill up that well-stretched ass, really give the boy something to cry about. No doubt someone would by the end of the party, but at this early stage of the evening, everyone was too polite to fist the merchandise. Even Maria and Roberto only stretched him so painfully for a moment. Likely they’d just wanted to see how he’d respond. Now Roberto had his tongue in Douglas’s ass, and Maria’s manicured fingers were toying with Douglas’s cock and balls.
    Douglas was rock hard. And no wonder—to be the center of so much attention, to be pleasing so many people at once, was a dream come true for his needy boy.
    “What a little beauty,” a woman at Nikolai’s shoulder said. Ah, one of his fellow trainers, Leslie, a miracle worker with the fairer sex and a dear old friend of his mentor’s. “And you don’t have a buyer for him? Really?”
    “I bought him on spec with his older brother, who is a custom job. Frankly, I’ve been enjoying him too much to put too much thought into his eventual sale before now.” Well, only half a lie.
    She smiled indulgently at him, like she found it quaint that he’d grow so attached. She probably did. “He almost makes me think about considering cock.”
    Nikolai chuckled into his drink. “You’re more than welcome to try him.” If Douglas could tempt a solid six on the Kinsey scale, perhaps he could tempt Allen as well.
    But Leslie just shrugged and stood in amicable silence beside Nikolai, watching as two men lifted Douglas bodily and draped him on his back on a couch. Someone poured half a glass of champagne on his stomach and chest then bent to lick it away. Someone else had Douglas’s big toe in his mouth.
    The boy himself looked dazed, as if hypnotized, his eyes far away. Lost in all the physical sensations, perhaps. It didn’t stop him from expertly sucking cock, though, head nearly upside down over the arm of the couch as a man took advantage of the angle to deep-throat him. At the same time, he was jacking himself slowly at someone’s whispered direction, and his other hand had disappeared up Maria’s skirt. Well, if worse came to worst and Allen wouldn’t buy the boy, it seemed as if Nikolai could make a pretty penny from Maria and Roberto. Although gods knew what that would mean for Mathias. Well, Nikolai had done all he could on that front. Any future issues would be Allen’s own fault.
    At last, his boy came, and Nikolai couldn’t fight down the pang of jealousy knowing it was by someone else’s hand. He’d have to get over that soon, however, if he ever wanted to see the boy off to his rightful master.
    The crowd golf-clapped at the sight of cum streaking up their new plaything’s stomach, at the sound of him moaning and whining as his entire body arched with the force of his orgasm. Nikolai had trained him