Page 105 of These Monstrous Deeds

He looks like the most dangerous thing Nathan has ever encountered.

The way Carter is looking at him, eyes hooded, tongue resting on his bottom lip, cock leaking, could very easily become Nathan’s new addiction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

A deep blush spreads across the visible skin on the boy’s face and down his slim throat before moving across his chest. His stomach is smooth and pale before the flush picks back up at the root of his cock. His cock grows darker as the skin stretches towards the very tip of it, a small drop of precum glistening against the nearly purple head. Nathan wants to lick it.

Then he realizes hecan. They’re alone. No one is around to judge him for putting a slave’s cock in his mouth.

Pressing his hands on the mattress to frame Carter’s hips, Nathan lowers his head and wraps his lips around Carter’s cock. He darts his tongue out to catch the moisture that’s been teasing him before pushing downward until the boy’s entire cock is nestled in his mouth and brushing the beginning of his throat. The noises spilling out of Carter are fuckingobscene. Nathan could quite possibly come just from sucking this boy’s nice little cock and listening to his sounds of uninhibited pleasure.

“Sir!” Carter gasps, his hips jerking the minuscule amount allowed with the restraints. “Sir, I’m – ohfuck. Nathan. I’m going to come.”

Nathan pulls off with a chuckle, standing back. He’s unsure what he loves more – the boy’s sad whimper, the sight of his spit-soaked cock helplessly bobbing in the air, or the adorably sexy pout on the boy’s face. “You won’t be coming until I say, but good try, sweetheart.”

The boy whines. “Sir, please.”

“So needy,” Nathan teases.

“It’s been like – like an entire fuckingdayof foreplay!” Carter tugs at the restraints, but it’s a weak attempt. The ropes don’t even pull taut. He whines again. It’s pathetic. It’sendearing. “This is torture. Hurry up and fuck me!”

Nathan arches his eyebrow, smirking. “Oh sweetheart, if you think this is torture, you have another thing coming.”

“Ummm, no thanks!” Carter says in an adorably high voice, his blue eyes wide. “Just kidding. Not torture. Like… at all. This is great!”

“That’s what I thought.” Nathan chuckles darkly. “But for the complaints, you’re going to have to wait an extra bit before I give you my cock.”

“Sir…”

Before Carter can accidentally dig himself any further in the hole, Nathan squats down at the foot of the bed and takes advantage of the boy’s position by burying his face between Carter’s plump little ass cheeks. The boy squeaks. Then, as Nathan very slowly licks Carter’s tight furl, the boy moans wantonly.

It’s not long before Carter has dissolved into a frantic, jumbled mess of syllables and noises that make absolutely no sense apart from the very obvious one – it feels really fucking good.

“You taste damn good,” Nathan growls against the boy’s hole before stiffening his tongue and pressing it deep inside him. The muscles of Carter’s body twitch as his cock spurts a few beads of precum onto his stomach.

A dangerous possessiveness encircles Nathan. “You smell like me. Like you. Like us. Fuck, Carter.” Nathan bites at the boy’s hole, unable to help himself. Carter shouts, his body jerking again, his babbling sounds growing more frantic.

It isn’t until Nathan is sliding a finger into Carter’s hole, lapping at the boy’s tight rim as he stretches it, that Carter finally finds some semblance of his brain. Enough to slur, “Sir, please.”

Nathan ignores him, continuing to open him up nice and slow, his fingers and tongue moving in tandem to systematically take this boy apart. Soft sobs begin to catch in Carter’s chest when the second finger is added. His cheeks are damp with tears by the time the third has been fully worked inside of him. The stumbling pleas escaping him transform into desperate begging when Nathan pulls at 3 fingers out to leave him gaping and empty.

“Sir, please, sir!” Nathan carefully traces around the boy’s rim with the tip of his tongue. “Oh god!” Nathan pokes his entire tongue into his hole and swirls it. “Nate!” Nathan nips at his rim. “Sh-shhh-shhhiiiiitt.” Nathan nips at him again. “Fuck, stop!”

Nathan rears back, heart racing, stomach heavy and acidic. His hands shake as he tries to find the knot of Carter’s right ankle bindings.

“Wait, no!” Carter shouts. Nathan pulls his hands away like the rope burned him. If Carter won’t even let him untie him… he’ll have to go get Benny. His friend will fucking kill him. But if that’s what Carter wants, then he’ll – “I didn’t mean really stop. Don’t stop. Oh god, Nathan, don’t you dare fucking stop! Get back to work immediately!”

Still feeling damn unsure, Nathan rests his body between Carter’s spread legs and reaches up to run a hand through Carter’s unruly hair. Carter blinks, more tears falling down his cheeks, but he gives Nathan a fucked-out grin when their eyes lock. “’S good, Nate. Sooo fuckin’ good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, never fuckin’ stop.”

With a shuddery sigh of relief, Nathan presses a kiss to Carter’s salty lips. He licks them free of tears. Then he drags his tongue up to lick away the rest of them on his cheeks. Before he can worry that Carter is disgusted, the boy is releasing a shuddery breath beneath him, lifting his chin to press harder against Nathan’s mouth.

“I want to fuck you now,” Nathan rasps.

“Yes. Now. Great. Do that.”

Nathan releases a shuddery breath of his own. He reaches between his legs to shove his sweatpants down to his thighs, wrapping his hand around the root of his cock and rubbing his thumb beneath the crown. It throbs and aches in his palm. His heart is pounding. “I don’t want to use lube, but it’ll hurt, sweetheart.”

Carter licks his lips, his eyes hooded as he tries to decide if he should look at Nathan’s face or his leaking cock. “You said you want to hurt me.”

“I do. But not if you don’t want that.”

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