The Flesh Cartel - Episode #4: Consequences

fingers tighter around Douglas’s erection and thrust back
    inside the boy’s hole with his tongue, fucking him with it in time to his strokes, forcing the boy right to the edge—
    And then pulling back and clamping fingers down around the base of his cock, stopping him from
    tipping over.
    Douglas lay stiff and tense, panting hard and flushed halfway down his back, head turned to one
    side, jaw and eyes clenched shut.
    “Some masters take great pleasure from tormenting their slaves with their own desire. Ordering
    another slave to bring them to the brink of orgasm over and over without ever letting them spill. Or
    perhaps letting them eventually , if they beg prettily enough. Would you beg me now, Douglas?”
    “ No ,” the boy moaned. Halfway to broken already. “I don’t want . . . I don’t . . . I . . .”
    Nikolai chuckled to himself. The poor thing didn’t know what he wanted.
    “Time for your next lesson, then,” he said, and added when the boy tensed as if bracing for pain,
    “all pleasure, I promise.”
    He ran a hand back through his hair, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He wasn’t as worked
    up as Douglas was, but he was feeling dangerously out of control. If he were a lesser man and a
    lesser master, he’d punish the boy for inciting him so.
    “Tell me, when you fingered yourself before, how did you do it?”
    “I . . . I just did it, sir. I . . .”
    “Did you lubricate yourself?”
    “I didn’t have anything to do that with.”
    “Do what with?”
    A shaky inhalation through the nose. “Lubricate myself, sir. I didn’t have anything to lubricate
    myself with.”
    “Of course you did. You had your own saliva, did you not? Not exactly the most efficient method,
    but serviceable enough. You could probably penetrate yourself now without any pain, wet and
    relaxed as I’ve made your hole.”
    Douglas actually shuddered in disgust.
    “Let’s test my theory. Give me your hand. Don’t change positions. Just reach back.”
    It took Douglas a moment or two to let go of the sheets he was clinging to, but eventually he did
    as told, meekly offering up his hand even as he asked, “D-do I have to, sir?”
    “Yes. It’s one thing to weather a man forcing his way into you like you no doubt did at
    Madame’s. Quite another to penetrate properly, whether oneself or others. Discipline, Douglas.” He
    took the boy’s hand, gently guiding it where it needed to go. He dragged the limp fingers up and down
    the boy’s wet crack, up and down, up and down, watching with distinct pleasure as Douglas’s hole
    twitched on every pass. “Your body wants to be filled,” he said. “Feel it?” Just the middle finger,
    now. He guided it to circle, then pushed it inside. Douglas hissed, but didn’t cry out. “Don’t tense.
    There’s no call for it. You’ll only cause yourself pain.”
    “Please, sir,” Douglas whined, “I don’t . . . I don’t like it, pl—”
    “Don’t lie to me, Douglas. I won’t abide that.” He slid his free hand beneath Douglas’s body
    again, gripped the boy’s cock, hard as it was right before Nikolai had stopped him from orgasming.
    “I’m going to let go of your hand now. I want you to fuck yourself. You’re to add a second finger as
    soon as you’re able, and don’t even think of procrastinating on that. Some days, this will be the only preparation you’ll have before your master fucks you with his cock or his fist or anything else he
    might deign to shove inside you.” The boy blanched visibly at fist . Another training session to add to his mental checklist. “You’d best learn to be efficient at it. Or you really will suffer consequences,
    Douglas, in the traditional sense of the term.”
    Douglas’s finger began to move.
    “That’s it. Now remember, I’m watching. Put on a nice show for me. Let me hear you moan. I
    know you want to.”
    Douglas didn’t at first, but then he added a second finger like a good boy without being
    reminded, and that drew out a soft little noise. Not the fake ones he’d made for Nikolai’s benefit
    when he’d been sucking cock. This was genuine pleasure, tearing its way unbidden and unstoppable
    out of his throat.
    “That’s it, Douglas, that’s very good. Very good. Now here”—he curled his fingers gently around Douglas’s palm, tilted his hand up at just the right angle. Douglas went limp, let himself be posed.
    “Let me show you how to make it better. Fingers in as far as you can, that’s