Page 120 of These Monstrous Deeds

What if sir changed his mind?

There’s a rattling sound. Metal on metal. It’s sharp in his ears. Irritating.

Carter realizes after a moment that it’s his cuffs against the frame. He’s shaking.

He can’t stop shaking.

Something warm and wet is squirted down Carter’s ass crack and all over the toy threatening him. Then the toy moves away slightly and the tip of what Carter assumes is a bottle is being pushed into him. He jerks as he feels the same liquid filling his hole.

The bottle disappears.

So do all of the hands touching him.

Then Carter is alone. Left on a fucking stage strapped to a metal frame with his lubed ass facing a crowd. And he’s in the dark.

All alone in the dark.

Again, again, again.

Please, not again.

He tries to tell himself that he’s done this before, that it’ll be okay, but this is nothing like the auction. Carter is smart enough to know that.

His shaking just gets worse.

There’s the sound of a machine whirring to life. Then the thing against his hole is pushing against it, demanding entry. White dots spark in his vision behind the blindfold as he sobs into the gag. The machine moving the toy doesn’t care that he’s not ready for something so big. It just pushes and pushes, making room for itself where there is none.

It hurts.

God, ithurts.

Carter sobs and screams until his throat feels like it might start bleeding. He writhes in his restraints, bucking his body, thrashing his head.

People are laughing at him. Cheering. Catcalling.

He’s not sure where sir is. He’s not sure where he wants him to be either. Is it better for him to have abandoned Carter? At least it means he’s not standing there enjoying himself like the others. That has to be better than if sir is just standing a few feet away right now, grinning, uncaring, watching Carter like he’s never kissed him or held him or watched Harry Potter with him. Abandonment has to be better than that.

Carter tries to focus on other positives of his situation, trying to find the silver lining. First, it’s just a toy raping him for now. That’s a definite bonus. Second, the cage on his cock will most likely save it from being abused too badly. Third, no one is touching him or hurting him.

He can hear the party. Laughter. Talking. Light music, enough for an ambiance, but not so much no one can enjoy their time with friends. Glasses are clinking. Perhaps silverware as well.Dinner and a show, isn’t that what they said?

Maybe they’ll get distracted by Carter and leave Casey alone. Another silver lining.

The crowd quiets. Carter’s heart lurches, knowing that can’t be good. Just seconds later, something is slashing across his back. His back bows as he screams into his gag. There’s laughter and applause. He’s hit again. And again. And again. On his back, his ass, his thighs, his calves. The toy starts moving faster inside of him, pounding him in rhythm with the hits.

Is this sir?

Benny?

Someone else?

Oh god, what if sir gave Carter to the party? What if he handed him over to not just be raped, but to be tortured and punished until they’ve had enough?

Sir wouldn’t do that.

He – he wouldn’t.

Hewouldn’t.

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