Page 110 of A Dangerous Game
“Mmm.” Carter braces himself, knowing what's next. He holds his breath as Nathan toys with him by jerking his head left and right. By slipping fingers into his mouth until he gags. By smacking a hand against his cheek just shy of too hard. "Then come with me."
He lets Carter go and begins to walk, tugging harshly at the leash before Carter even gets the chance to move. He follows quickly behind Nathan, ignoring the pats and smacks and globs of spit he gets as they go. They're headed to the stage. Nathan warned him they would.
It'll be a perfect way to open the show,Nathan explained.The crowd will love it.
The crowd does in fact seem to love it. They're closing in on the stage as Nathan and Carter draw closer to it. Benny comes up beside Nathan just before Nathan takes his first step up the stairs, whispering something in his ear. Nathan pauses - not part of the plan - and then nods. He continues up the stairs, Carter following behind him with a pit growing in his gut.What changed? Is something wrong? Will this part still go like they planned?
All Nathan gives him is a hissed, “Need more time,” in his ear before he’s being shoved to his knees a foot or two from Maison.
Need more time.
The back-up plan.
Oh god.
Hopefully they’re wrong. Hopefully by the time Nathan is finished, time will be up.Please, please, please let time be up.
Nathan grabs a fistful of Carter’s hair and drags him a few inches. Just enough to make him gasp and scrabble at the ground for purchase. “Aren’t you going to say hello, Maison?”
Maison tries to speak through his gag, but he can’t. He’s crying. Carter has never seen him cry before.
“How rude of him,” Nathan says to the crowd. Everyone laughs. The hand in Carter’s hair softens as Nathan pets him. “I’m so much nicer to you, aren’t I, pet?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Carter whispers.
The hand in his hair tugs a little. “What was that?”
“Yes, sir,” he says louder. “You’re - you’re nicer to me, sir.”
Maison flinches like he’s been hit. The crowd loves it. Nathan returns to being gentle, petting his head. “Tell him, pet. Tell him how nice I am. Tell him how much you love being mine.”
Carter hesitates. He’s allowed to, but not for long. Then, “Sir is nice to me, M-Maison. I love b-being his.”
“You love my cock, don’t you?” Nathan asks.
“Yes, sir.” Carter drops his chin, trying to hide his face from his brother. “I do.”
Nathan grabs his hair and tugs so he’s forced to look at Maison. “Tell him that.”
“Sir…”
“Tell. Him.”
Tears spill from Carter’s eyes. This is harder than he thought. Even though they’re all performing, there’s truth to the confessions. A truth he’s deeply ashamed of. A truth he never wanted to have to face with Maison. “I - I love his cock.”
Maison’s face contorts.Is that him acting? Or does he honestly feel that way?
Something dark unfurls in Carter. Worthlessness, maybe. Or self-hatred. Or disgust.
“Do you want to show him how much you love it, pet?”
Carter shakes his head as much as he can with Nathan's hand on it. “Sir, please…”
“Do you hear that, Maison?” Nathan asks with a sharp laugh. “Your baby brother just begged me to give him my cock.”
It’s not what Carter meant - they all know that - but the crowd laughs and Maison shouts into his gag and Nathan starts to unzip his pants.
Nathan doesn’t drag it out any longer then. He just grabs Carter’s hair with a fist and brings his hard cock to his lips. “Go on. Show your brother how good of a little cocksucker you are, pet. Show him how much you love sucking sir’s cock.”