The Flesh Cartel - Episode #4: Consequences

it. Now curl them forward
    and make short little strokes, looking for th—” Douglas grunted and lurched, toes curling. “The hard
    little nub,” Nikolai finished through a smile. “That’s your prostate. If you rub it long and hard enough, you may orgasm from that alone, or ejaculate without orgasming. But don’t do that now—I’ll be quite
    cross with you if you ejaculate or orgasm before I’m through with this lesson.”
    Douglas stroked hesitantly, once, twice, thrice, letting out a bitten-back gasp each time.
    “In the event your master orders you to penetrate him with anything at all—your fingers, your
    cock, a toy—you should pay careful mind to his prostate. A good deal of pleasure comes from
    stimulation of that gland.”
    Nikolai could tell Douglas was nodding because his whine wobbled with the motion of his head.
    God, how could Nikolai ever sell him now? He was so unimaginably perfect.
    “Do you think you can take my cock now?” he asked. “And don’t dare lie.”
    “Please don’t, please . . .” And yet he still fucked himself with his fingers. Hard, firm, rocking
    motions. Hungry.
    Nikolai sighed heavily, as if disappointed, though he’d expected nothing different. “Such a
    shame,” he said. “I’d wanted so very much to teach you pleasure today. Instead, I see I must teach you
    the meaning of consequences.”
    The boy’s hand stilled. His whole body stilled. Weighing his choices, no doubt. “You . . .” he
    whispered, tight and thick. “You won’t hurt me?”
    “If I penetrate you, you mean? Or if I teach you of consequence?”
    “P—” Douglas grimaced, cleared his throat. “Penetrate me, sir.”
    Nikolai graced him with his warmest smile, stroked a hand down his trembling flank. “Not if
    you’re honest with me about your state of readiness. I know you’ve been taught to associate this only
    with pain, but it can be a glorious thing, I assure you.”
    “I . . . I think I’m ready. I don’t know, I’ve never done this before. I don’t know. I’m sorry.
    Please, I’m just tired of hurting.”
    “Shhh. I know. I’ll never hurt you again if you don’t give me cause, Douglas. I want to love you,
    remember?” Douglas nodded shakily, and Nikolai reached down, removing the boy’s hand from his
    hole. Massaged his sides in slow, soothing circles. Thought of taking him like this, but no. It should
    be face-to-face. He gave the boy’s ass a gentle swat to get him moving. “Roll onto your back. Now
    take your knees in your hands and hold yourself open for me.”
    His face was so impossibly beautiful. Flushed pink and red, his bottom lip swollen from being
    bitten. His eyes wet with unshed tears. His chest heaved as he panted. His cock leaked pre-cum onto
    his smooth belly.
    Focus, Nikolai.
    “Not every master will lubricate himself,” he said as he did exactly that, reaching for a bottle in
    the nightstand. He savored the feel of his slicked hand on his cock, but the thought of being buried in that tight ass . . . “I imagine you’re familiar with that sensation by now?”
    Douglas nodded, and Nikolai could see the memory of pain on his face, plain as day.
    “If you prove yourself worthy, I promise to do my very best to sell you to a man who will treat
    you as you deserve to be treated. Not rut with you like some animal, but love you as I will. Make love to you like the cherished thing you are.”
    One day, he’d cry thank you, sir, thank you upon hearing such tender words from Nikolai. But
    not yet. Nikolai would get the boy crying one way or another soon enough, though. He wrapped his
    hands around Douglas’s thighs, pulling that pliant body half onto his lap and tilting it at an angle that revealed the boy’s hole again.
    “Don’t let go of your knees. Don’t close your legs.” Nikolai hummed in pleasure at the sight, a
    perfect echo of the buzz of pleasure running through his entire body. “I’ll go slowly. You’ll tell me if I cause you any pain. Now remember to relax, and if you feel yourself starting to tense, simply bear down as if on a bowel movement; that will loosen the muscle.”
    Anatomy lessons weren’t exactly Nikolai’s idea of effective foreplay, but gods, he was hungry
    for this boy. He gripped his slicked cock in his fist—no condom, they were all healthy here, and the
    boy needed to learn how it felt to be marked—and rubbed his head along Douglas’s crack. Thrust
    gently a few times, letting Douglas grow accustomed to