The Flesh Cartel #5: Wins and Losses

he ignored the outstretched hand and crawled to the bed instead, gripping the sheets to pull himself up into the position Nikolai had asked of him. Laying his chest down on the bed was pure torture on his clamped nipples, and for a moment it made him so dizzy and disoriented he almost slid right back to the floor. But he was used to pain now, could tolerate a lot more of it than he’d ever have thought possible. He whimpered his way through the worst of it, then finished crawling up onto the mattress and pillowed his head on his arms, though he didn’t dare hide his face with them. Spread his legs. Thrust his ass up.
“Your poor balls. They must hurt so,” Nikolai said, a bit of a chuckle in his voice, and Dougie could hear the exact moment he shook his head in an attempt to get serious again. God, he could be halfway across the world and probably know when Nikolai was displeased about something, or horny, or impatient. Even if he got out of here—you’re never getting out, stop thinking about it—he knew he’d be attuned to Nikolai this way for the rest of his life. Tethered to him, one way or another. He was already lost. “Oh, you are beautiful, you know.”
Nikolai’s hand cupped his balls, rolling and weighing them before giving them a cruel little tug.
Dougie grunted and squirmed. He wanted to hold still for Nikolai, but couldn’t, not as sensitive as he was. “They do, sir. I need to come, sir. But—”
“But?”
“Everything hurts right now, sir. Just being alive hurts. My . . . the clamps you put on especially, sir.”
“Mmm, well. I am testing the limits of those. Even fastened as loosely as they are, they’re really not meant for long-term wear.” Nikolai leaned forward, draping himself over Dougie’s back too fucking close don’t touch me like that and reached under his body, brushing his fingers over the clamps. Following the line of the chain between them. This time Dougie couldn’t stay still. He cried a little. Nikolai didn’t pay him any mind. “They cause circulatory problems, you understand, the same as tying a string around your finger too tightly for too long. It doesn’t surprise me that they hurt. But worse than everything else? Well, let’s see. Tell me, would you rather I take them off, or take off your cock cage?”
Impossible decision. He needed them both gone, could maybe give something to Nikolai to convince him . . .
“Come now, it’s not exactly Sophie’s Choice, Douglas.” He brushed one hand across a clamp, cupped Dougie’s caged cock with the other. Everything whited out for a second, pain and need and overload. “Or would you charm me into removing both?”
Beg him to pinch your nipples—he’d have to take the clamps off for that. To touch your cock while he fucks you. To let him pleasure you. That’s what he wants.
But . . . no. He couldn’t say that. Couldn’t ask for that, not even to make all this end. Not yet, anyway. He wasn’t broken yet.
“The clamps, sir,” he said instead, because he hurt too much to come, and he knew he’d never get to come anyway without begging for things he wasn’t ready to beg for. And if he could come without any of that, any “catches” or “deals” or “trades” or “compromises,” he’d fucking hate himself for it.
“Ah well. I don’t think you’ve learned the value of your master pleasuring you yet, anyway, not if your current behavior is anything to go by. I think very soon, though, I’ll be able to suck your cock and have you weep with joy.” Dougie shuddered at the thought, but obviously Nikolai was on a roll and wasn’t about to interrupt himself with a little thing like punishing disrespect. “Did you know some slaves in your position never come? Never masturbate, never get an erection, never experience pleasure at all. Are simply endlessly used.”
But then, maybe the roll was his punishment. “But you’re not like that, sir,” Dougie said.
“Oh no?”
“You’re . . . you’re better than other masters, sir. Kinder. I’d rather be with you.”
“What did I tell you about lying, Douglas? Pandering to my ego won’t serve you. I know what you think of me. I know you don’t understand the nuances of my work. You think I’m no different from those animals at Madame’s. Well, if that’s the case, if I’m to be a monster either way, then let me show you what happens to a slave like you with a master who isn’t so generous.”
No, no, no, whatever you’re doing, no.
Nikolai