The Flesh Cartel - Episode #4: Consequences

leave a hint of a mark—and then soothed it with a broad swipe of his tongue.
    Douglas gasped.
    “The body is a glorious thing, Douglas. We’ve so much capacity for pleasure—or pain. Both to
    receive and to inflict. Just pleasure today, though, as long as you cooperate. Take another deep
    breath.”
    Douglas was hyperventilating a little. And the deep breath didn’t do much to help. That was all
    right. Soon he’d be panting and crying and whimpering and moaning. Nikolai had only had the
    slightest preview of the way the boy reacted to pleasure, but what he’d seen was immensely
    promising.
    “The tongue, for example. Truly a remarkable muscle. You must work to keep yours strong and
    flexible. Learn to put it to the great many uses your master might require of you. A demonstration . . .”
    He ran the flat of his tongue right up Douglas’s crack. Another gasp from the boy, more surprise
    than pleasure. When Nikolai licked Douglas again, a focused motion this time, circling and circling
    Douglas’s hole with the tip of his tongue, Douglas gasped, “ Don’t !”
    Nikolai spanked him sharply. “I’ll do whatever I like, and you’ll learn to appreciate it.”
    “Y-yes, sir. But sir . . . It’s, I mean . . . that’s dirty .”
    Nikolai leaned in again, nice and close now, nose to Douglas’s skin, tongue flickering lightly
    over the depression around his hole. Douglas yelped, like a dog that had been stepped on. “Tastes
    clean enough to me,” Nikolai said. “But if you insist on disagreeing, we’ll stop for now and give you
    an enema. Your choice.”
    “N-no, sir. It’s, um. Fine.”
    Nikolai flicked his tongue back and forth over Douglas’s hole again. “Honestly, it’s very unlikely
    any master would ever rim you , but you’ll be expected to keep as clean as if they did it every day.
    Personally, I quite enjoy it, especially with my straight pets. The combination of exquisite pleasure
    and deep-seated taboo and disgust is wonderfully volatile.” He paused to lick again, and this time
    made a hard little point of the tip of his tongue and thrust it right through the clenched ring of muscle, earning himself another kicked-dog yelp. “I could break a man just with this. You’ll weather it,
    though.”
    “Y-yes, sir,” Douglas panted, fists tight in the sheets again.
    “And if ever you’re ordered to do this to your master—which you will be, I assure you—or even
    to another slave, you must never complain of the smell, or the taste, or the dirtiness of it, do you understand? I don’t care if your master sprays liquid flatulence in your mouth while you rim him.”
    Nikolai swallowed a gag at his own disgusting turn of phrase. What an absolutely horrible thing to
    say. He was spending too much time with the brother. “If he’s ordered your attentions, you’ll give
    them as if you’re licking your favorite ice cream. Am I clear?”
    Douglas swallowed hard enough for Nikolai to hear. “Yes, sir.”
    Quite a shaky affirmation. Nikolai made a mental note to test the boy’s resolve in this regard
    sometime before selling him.
    But for now, best to return to the task at hand. This lesson was about pleasure, and he intended to
    keep it that way. He gripped Douglas’s ass, squeezing hard, and dove in wholeheartedly. He spat to
    get him wet. Fucked him repeatedly with his tongue. Used sloppy, broad motions to wet the smooth
    hardness behind his hanging sac.
    The boy was biting the blanket now, making high-pitched whines and whimpers that he only half
    managed to smother. His body bucked and twisted in Nikolai’s grip, but he didn’t try to escape. In
    fact, once or twice Nikolai could swear he pushed back , trying for more, deeper, and Nikolai refused him every time, darting back, attacking again when Douglas had stopped trying to dominate the pace.
    “Don’t neglect the ball sac,” he paused to say once he’d nearly worked the boy into a frenzy. “Or
    the penis, if your master has given you permission to touch him. He may not, if he plans to draw out
    his pleasure.” Nikolai slid a hand around Douglas’s hip to his raging hard-on— ah, the joys of being twenty-three —and laved his tongue hard and heavy across the boy’s balls. Sucked one into his
    mouth, then the other, then nosed behind them to lick his perineum. In front of him, Douglas
    whimpered and moaned and squirmed, whines of mortification and unwanted pleasure a heady
    mixture in Nikolai’s ears. He curled his