The Flesh Cartel - Episode #7: Homecoming

holding position, arms tense at his sides and legs trembling with effort, but back still straight, eyes still forward, not tracking Nikolai’s movement—though the tension in his shoulders and neck made it clear that he wanted to. Nikolai opened his mouth to praise Douglas for his discipline, then thought better of it. It was time to be stern now. He laid the toy in his hand at Douglas’s knees—pleased again to see Douglas not trying to peek—and picked up the plug again. Lifted it to the boy’s lips and held it there, barely touching. Douglas unclenched his jaw and opened his mouth wide without needing to be told, even though he clearly took no pleasure—yet—from sucking on the silicone. “No more tears,” Nikolai reminded him as he swallowed hard around the plug, adjusting to its presence. The boy shook his head minutely.
    Nikolai picked up the other toy, held it where Douglas could see it. “Do you know what this is?” The boy studied it, blue eyes wide and still shining with wetness (and now fear, Nikolai was sure of it), and shook his head.
    “It’s a penis pump. Nothing to be afraid of—it should feel good. A bit strange, perhaps, but good. It will make you erect for me. Now be still.”
    He leaned in close to Douglas’s groin, lubed the boy’s cock—not the slightest stirring of interest at his slick touch—and placed it inside the tube. Twisted the tube a few times to form a good seal against the boy’s freshly waxed groin, careful to keep his balls out of the way. Then he squeezed the pump once, twice. Douglas made a little startled noise around the gag, and his hips twitched, but he checked himself and went still and silent.
    “This is a onetime free pass, Douglas. You must always be ready for your master, no matter how tired you are. If ever I need to make you ready again, there will be consequences, do you understand?”
    The boy nodded, mumbled what Nikolai assumed was a yes, sir around the plug. Nikolai squeezed the hand pump again, one eye on Douglas’s filling cock and the other on the pump chamber’s pressure gauge.
    Sweat pricked up Douglas’s face, and he blinked rapidly, obviously in an effort not to wince. Good, at least he was trying.
    “Some masters buy slaves to use their cocks, but you probably will never be one of those. That doesn’t mean a master won’t want to see you hard or give you pleasure. Just remember that if he does, that act of giving is not selfless. He wishes to see your pleasure, take visual enjoyment from you. And you must perform.” Another slow squeeze of the hand pump. Douglas’s cock was swelling nicely, turning a deeper shade of red than its usual bright, healthy pink. “Tonight you’ll show me you understand. You’ll show me you’re stronger than your exhaustion. I’ll give you the gift of your pleasure, but you must unwrap it. Take it. Be active. And never forget who it’s really for.”
    Douglas nodded again, but he was blinking too much, fingers clenching nervously at his sides. “Hands behind your back,” Nikolai snapped. The boy hastily obeyed. “If you can’t be still, I’ll bind you. You won’t like it.” Nikolai gave the pump another squeeze. Up to 4 inHg, and Douglas’s cock was bigger than ever, flush with blood, no doubt achingly hard. Enough for a first-time pumping session. The big question, of course, was whether it’d stay hard when the pump came off. Nikolai could warn the boy of the consequences of failure, but that might spark erection-withering fear or nerves. Then again, Douglas needed to learn to perform through all sorts of distress. Might as well start now.
    “You’ll stay hard when this comes off,” Nikolai ordered, “or you’ll be punished. Understand?”
    The boy’s nod this time was half frantic. He squeezed his eyes closed, clenched his teeth around the plug. As if he meant to hold his erection through sheer force of will. Gods knew it was possible. Hopefully the boy wouldn’t disappoint. Nikolai very much wished to see his face in orgasm tonight; he had less than no desire to turn the boy over his knee and stripe him red.
    But he would if he had to.
    Fortunately, he didn’t have to. He disengaged the pump, and Douglas’s erection sprang free, proud and leaking.
    “Beautiful,” Nikolai said. “Absolutely beautiful. What a good boy.”
    A lovely pink flush came to Douglas’s face that. Flattered? Nikolai hoped so. He meant it.
    “That’s a cock I’d love to suck, but I think I’ve