The Flesh Cartel #5: Wins and Losses

chance until tomorrow.”
Dougie froze halfway to the toilet. Tomorrow? He’s going to plug me again until tomorrow? No. No.
“Don’t think holding back now will stop me from proceeding with your training. You’ll merely endure it with stomach cramps. The choice is, as always, yours. I’ll leave you in privacy to make it, then.” Privacy. Hah. “Don’t linger. You won’t like it if I have to come get you.”
The door closed, and Dougie half-collapsed onto the toilet seat. No choice, not really—his body took over the moment he sat. He’d expected it to hurt, expected to be sore, but he wasn’t, and in truth, it actually felt pretty good. That was nothing he wanted to examine too closely though, so he stared at the pretty blue glass tiles checkering the wall like a border at eye-height, and tried to think of nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
He couldn’t put off touching himself forever, though. He had to clean himself. His hole was still loose, hypersensitive, and touching it with a baby wipe sent a shiver clear through him. He’d been wrong to think there was no more room inside him for fresh shame. It was just . . . shoving other vital bits of him away to make space. Hollowing him out. He knew with numb certainty that one day, if he wasn’t rescued, there’d be nothing left inside him but what Nikolai had put there.
That thought should’ve terrified him, but he suspected it was too big to seem real. You couldn’t be scared of the sleeping giant if you didn’t realize you were walking on its belly instead of a mountain.
Enough. Stop this. Don’t keep him waiting.
He finished up, flushed, washed his hands. Still numb. Which, he supposed, was better than how he’d felt before, all raw exposed nerves and animal hunger. He could feel that, though, creeping in on the edges of his consciousness, the edges of his flesh, pacing and clawing and biding its time to be free again.
That scared him.
And Nikolai hadn’t taken off the cage. How much would it take to push him back to that edge?
“Good boy,” Nikolai said when he emerged. “I’m all ready for you. Come lean over the edge of the bed like you were earlier.”
“Y-yes sir.” He went. Bent. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Don’t panic. Don’t freak out. Don’t beg.
Nikolai’s hands, slick with lube, slathered his hole. Just the opening. The voice that had been calling, Fill me, fill me, was quiet so far.
“Almost back to normal already.” Nikolai prodded him with a finger, but didn’t push inside with it. It was true. Dougie could feel a little resistance again. “See?”
“Yes, sir.”
The finger slid inside, and Dougie instinctively clenched against it, tried to keep it out. There were no words to describe how relieved he felt at that reaction; it seemed his ass wasn’t the only thing almost back to normal, thank God.
“You must learn conscious control of these muscles.” Nikolai wiggled the tip of his finger in a circle inside Dougie, rubbing up against the ring of muscle. Still so sensitive. Dougie gritted his teeth, clenched down again.
“That’s good, that’s useful,” Nikolai said. “Clenching around someone inside you is quite pleasurable for them. But in order for it not to be so painful for you, you must also learn to relax these muscles. Try it now.”
It took Dougie a few seconds to figure out how, but he managed it. Suddenly he was a lot more comfortable. Barely even felt the finger.
“Very good, pet. Ve r y good. You must practice this. As often as you can. Fortunately . . .” He slid his finger free, gave Dougie’s right ass cheek a ringing slap that brought heat but, thankfully, no pain, “. . . you’ve a whole new day ahead of you to do so.”
“What? A d—” No more talking. The thick, rounded end of a silicone plug touched his hole. “No, no, no,” he protested, but it was no use. Nikolai didn’t work it in slowly with gentle pushes or twists, either—just thumped it home. No pain, though, not really, despite it being bigger than the plug he’d worn at Madame’s, bigger still than the plug he’d been tortured with last night. But oh God, it curved the same way, pressed firmly against his prostate, and then Nikolai gave it a twist and it started to vibrate too.
“No,” Dougie moaned as the buzz sped up a notch or three and lit his whole middle on fire. “Not again, please, no, no, no!”
He realized he was shouting only when Nikolai slapped his ass—much harder this time, all