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across a clamp, cupped Dougie’s caged cock with the other. Everything whited out for a second, pain and need and overload. “Or would you charm me into removing both?”
Beg him to pinch your nipples—he’d have to take the clamps off for that. To touch your cock while he fucks you. To let him pleasure you. That’s what he wants.
But . . . no. He couldn’t say that. Couldn’t ask for that, not even to make all this end. Not yet, anyway. He wasn’t broken yet.
“The clamps, sir,” he said instead, because he hurt too much to come, and he knew he’d never get to come anyway without begging for things he wasn’t ready to beg for. And if he could come without any of that, any “catches” or “deals” or “trades” or “compromises,” he’d fucking hate himself for it.
“Ah well. I don’t think you’ve learned the value of your master pleasuring you yet, anyway, not if your current behavior is anything to go by. I think very soon, though, I’ll be able to suck your cock and have you weep with joy.” Dougie shuddered at the thought, but obviously Nikolai was on a roll and wasn’t about to interrupt himself with a little thing like punishing disrespect. “Did you know some slaves in your position never come? Never masturbate, never get an erection, never experience pleasure at all. Are simply endlessly used.”
But then, maybe the roll was his punishment. “But you’re not like that, sir,” Dougie said.
“Oh no?”
“You’re . . . you’re better than other masters, sir. Kinder. I’d rather be with you.”
“What did I tell you about lying, Douglas? Pandering to my ego won’t serve you. I know what you think of me. I know you don’t understand the nuances of my work. You think I’m no different from those animals at Madame’s. Well, if that’s the case, if I’m to be a monster either way, then let me show you what happens to a slave like you with a master who isn’t so generous.”
No, no, no, whatever you’re doing, no.
Nikolai walked away, Dougie’s tuned senses following the path of his steps, the weight of his footfalls, the length of his strides. Was he in a rush? Was he angry? Where was he going? Definitely walking with purpose. What was he coming back with?
“You see, it’s considered by some to be potentially unhealthy or dangerous for a man not to come for the rest of his life.” Why did he say it like he was so certain Dougie would be a slave for the rest of his life? Because I will be. I’m going to die a slave. A week from now, twenty years from now, whatever. I’m going to die here. Like this. Naked. Debased. Alone. “But there are ways to release that pressure without granting so much as a moment’s pleasure. Ways that, on top of not being pleasurable, are actively painful for a slave, if only because of the humiliation.”
Nikolai took Dougie by the hips—he’s wearing latex gloves why the fuck is he wearing latex gloves?—and lifted his ass, positioning him like a mannequin. He slid something cold—a metal bowl?—into the space he’d created beneath Dougie’s cock.
“This is not a sex act, Douglas. You’ll receive no affection from me, no warmth or touch or kindness. It’s a medical procedure, about as uncomfortable as getting a tooth pulled, but infinitely more shameful. The cage and plug and pure denial clearly haven’t taught you the value of my tenderness toward you, so maybe this will. In fact, maybe we’ll make this a regular part of your routine.”
Dougie was too scared to appreciate when Nikolai unlocked and unbuckled the belt holding the plug in, perfunctorily letting the straps fall. He didn’t stroke Dougie or touch him or spank him or spread him to admire his handiwork. There was no play or teasing when it came to the plug’s removal, either; Nikolai gripped it by the base and yanked it out.
His only reaction to Dougie’s loud, involuntary moan was a sharp, “Be quiet.”
Dougie clamped his lips shut. With pleasure, you creepy pervert.