Page 17 of These Monstrous Deeds

And, more importantly, how can Carter survive it?

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Nathan watches the boy beneath him in a trance as he slides a third finger into him. Everyone in the crowd is yelling for him to get on with it. To fuck the boy. To make him scream. To make him cry. Every time a particularly angry or sinister comment is yelled out, Carter shudders and tries to curl in on himself. It takes everything in Nathan not to just free Carter from the bench and run off with him.

When one of Nathan’s own men yells from the front to hurry the hell up, Nathan grins and flips him off. “I’m not going to ruin his ass! I have a nice long flight home. Need him usable, don’t I?”

Everyone laughs. Carter deflates. The boy’s reaction kills Nathan. Damn near destroys him.

What makes him feel even worse is that he’s hard when he lubes his cock and lines it up with the boy’s drenched hole. He took a pill earlier, knowing he’d need the help, but that doesn’t ease his guilt. Not in the least.How can it, when arousal is pooling hot and heavy in his gut?

“Please,” Carter whispers. He’s trembling gently against the bench, his cheek resting on the padding, his blindfold soaked with tears. “P-please be – be gentle.”

Nathan’s chest goes tight.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Nathan smooths a hand over the boy’s hip, stroking him gently. He leans forward to speak to him again. “Just breathe. It won’t hurt so much if you breathe.”

A sob makes its way past the boy’s lips. Nathan hangs his head, closing his eyes for a second. Then he forces himself to get his shit together, his grip tightening on Carter’s hips as he pushes into him slowly. The crowd roars in celebration, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the wrecked sound Nathan’s cock forces out of Carter.

Staring at the adorable little freckle on the small of Carter’s back, Nathan zones everything else out and focuses on coming. He thinks of the last person he fucked. A guy. Willing. Eager. Pinned down beneath him moaning and writhing, begging for more.

It’s over quickly, Nathan’s memories driving him over the edge, but not quickly enough. He can tell as he pulls out that Carter is destroyed. His breathing is too slow. Too calm. His muscles are lax. His body is lifeless. His ears are deaf to all the calls from the men. He doesn’t even twitch when Nathan slides the anal plug back in his hole.

There’s a chance he broke the boy already, before ever even seeing him face to face.

There’s no hope.

Nathan Roarke is going to hell, and he’s taking Travis down with him.

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