The Flesh Cartel #3: Choices

come to this of your own volition, but do remember what I said about choices and consequences.”
Dougie.
“And no, except to ensure my own safety, I’ll not hold your brother to ransom against your actions. They are your choices. And so the consequences must be yours as well. Now, do you choose to pleasure me? Or do you choose the consequences of disobedience?”
Consequences. Dougie. Nothing but this man’s word that Dougie was safe.
This man’s word . . . and whatever protection Mat could buy him with his own body. He was no good to Dougie if he couldn’t stand. And if he were being perfectly honest, he didn’t think he could face another six hours of such abject misery again. At least not so soon on the heels of the last, not while the pain—though fading fast now—was still so excruciating he wanted to cry.
So though it shamed him in ways that being taken by force never had, he dragged himself the few inches to Nikolai’s lap, propped himself on his elbows, and sucked the man’s cock into his mouth.
“Have you done this before?” Nikolai asked, brushing a hand over the top of Mat’s head.
He nodded carefully, thrusting his tongue, trying to tease Nikolai’s cock to life. It thickened in his mouth, grew to prod at his gag reflex. Suck it , he told himself. Suck it. It’s not that bad.
It wasn’t, really. At least Nikolai was as fastidiously clean and trimmed down here as he seemed to be everywhere else.
“Are you gay, Mathias?”
Another nod. He sucked. Sucked and bobbed his head, like he’d always done, except without the passion and attraction he used to feel (would never feel again?). It felt . . . mechanical. Like learning dance steps.
“Interesting. You don’t suck cock like a gay man. Maybe that’s because you don’t like me.”
You think?
“You’re going to have to improve your technique. The hate must stay in your eyes, but your body needs to be as willing and capable as your brother’s will be, you understand?”
You’re making me rape my own mouth, and you want more enthusiasm?
As for the rest of it . . . He wouldn’t think about Dougie sucking cock. Anybody’s cock, but especially not this man’s. He forced himself to relax his throat. Take another inch. Another. His mouth was so fucking dry .
“Don’t just lie there, use your hands.”
The joints of his fingers were still filled with glass. He squeezed his eyes shut lest he clench his teeth when he wrapped a hand around the base of Nikolai’s cock and pumped in time with his sucking.
“That’s good, Mathias. Add a little twist—yes. Very nice. You can feel out your master’s desire for a little anal play, as well, by sliding your other hand behind his sac. But don’t bother with me. I don’t like being penetrated by my lessers. You may, however, cup my balls. Eventually I’d like to have you suck me off while your brother licks my balls and ass. Or maybe the other way round?” He finally gasped. Finally a crack in his façade.
He’s getting off on the thought of making us service him together.
“Your brother’s not gay, is he?”
He pulled off Nikolai’s cock with a wet pop. Shook his head. Tried to build up more spit in his mouth, but only half succeeded. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until now; his body had had more pressing concerns.
Nikolai palmed the back of Mat’s head and nudged gently. Mat took him in his mouth again.
“No, I suppose he wouldn’t be. I doubt the odds of that happening are very high. No matter, anyway. Sexual preference is only relevant for the owner, not the owned. He’ll learn to love cock. My cock. Every cock. He can be molded.” Another little gasp, a cut-off moan. “So can you. You’d like not to think so, but look how far you’ve come already.”
Like you wouldn’t have, too, if you’d been raped and tortured nonstop for weeks.
“Oh, but I am better than you. You’re a beast. To be caged and controlled and trained. Tamed. Conquered. And you’d best never forget that.”
Mat pulled off his cock again. It was the only way to stop himself from hurting the fucker. “If it weren’t for Dougie,” he growled, “I—”
“Would’ve bitten my cock off, yes? Well. We shall simply have to work on that. Tell me, Mathias, what do you fear?”
Losing him again. Failing him again.
“Bees,” he said.
Nikolai actually chuckled. Took his cock in his hand and slapped at Mat’s cheek with it: Open up, bitch. Mat did. “I’d imagine,” Nikolai sighed, eyes