The Flesh Cartel #6: Brotherhood

you could take it off a moment later? I feel as if we’ve regressed dramatically, Mathias. Do I need to keep you shackled 24/7? Break your hands?” He swiped at the drool already leaking from Mathias’s lower lip and smeared it across the man’s cheek. “Should I lock this on permanently? I do love to fuck a man’s mouth when he’s wearing one of these. But that’s not what I have planned for you today.”
Mathias made a groaning animal sound.
“What was that? ‘Please piss in my mouth, master?’ Very well.” He pulled Mathias upright by the hair. “Do. Not. Move.”
Not trusting his fighter to obey, he kept hold of Mathias’s head with one hand and undid his fly and pulled out his cock with the other.
“I’m sick of your pride, Mathias. I’m sick of this tugof-war with you. Perhaps I can’t teach you your place with pain. Maybe not even with kindness. But you will learn. Now swallow. Spit this out or vomit it up and you’ll regret it sorely. Oh yes, I mean the serum. I think going a few days without it has left you a little cocky. Maybe you need a nice long reminder.”
That wide-eyed fear returned, powerful enough to eclipse the hatred and the sneering derision. Nikolai wasn’t certain, but he thought perhaps Mathias would’ve opened his mouth of his own free will if the spider gag weren’t already doing the job so cruelly. Good to see at least some fears remained stark and fresh in the man’s mind.
Before said fear could fade, he guided his flaccid cock between Mathias’s spit-soaked lips, just enough to keep himself in place. He wanted to make sure his urine hit Mathias’s tongue, rather than run straight down the back of his throat. He wanted Mathias to taste it. The urge to flood him was strong, but it was so very hard to swallow when you couldn’t close your mouth, not to mention the disgust factor—best to control himself, urinate as slowly as possible. Besides, that would prolong Mathias’s misery. So he relaxed his muscles just enough, let the first of it out in a dribbling stream.
Mathias lurched back with a shout the moment it struck his tongue.
Nikolai tightened his grip on Mathias’s hair. “Hold still. Hold still, or you really will get the injection, and I’ll piss in your mouth while you’re writhing in agony on the floor. I can’t say my aim will be very good then, however.”
Mathias stopped squirming. Glowered up at Nikolai with pure hatred in his eyes. The muscles in his jaw flexed. Fighting the gag.
“Would you really risk biting me, Mathias? What if the gag slips?” Fresh fear again, this time for his brother. He squeezed his eyes closed, seemed to force his jaw still by sheer force of will. “The best you can do is relax and let it happen. Take it like the hole you are right now.”
Once Mathias stopped fighting, Nikolai relaxed and simply enjoyed the sight of the defiant boy’s throat swallowing piss. Of piss dribbling over his lips, down his chin. Nikolai finished off. Zipped up.
He tilted Mathias’s head back and completed the man’s humiliation by spitting down into that open mouth. Mathias’s stomach heaved, eyes and jaw clenching momentarily. Fighting to keep it down. “This is what you are now,” Nikolai told him, very calmly so Mathias would have no doubt he believed his own words, that none of this was bluster. “I own you. Every time you want to fight me, or think you can fight me? I want you to remember the sensation of my piss running down your throat. The taste of my piss. The feeling of having a belly full of it.” A choking noise at that, another hard tensing of those beautiful abdominals. “That is what you are now. That is all you are.” And yes, there it was, a lovely tear streaking down one cheek, a wetness caught in his eyelashes. “Now, are you going to accept your place, or will I have to make you eat shit, as well?”
Mathias shook his head vehemently, eyes wide, pupils dilating. He fisted Nikolai’s pants legs in both hands—not violent, just desperate. “Nnnnn,” he managed through the gag, still shaking his head, and then a sort of “clhhh, ghhh!” that Nikolai was fairly certain had begun life as Please, don’t.
Just as well, because that was one threat Nikolai did not savor the thought of following through on. He did in fact enjoy kissing his slaves on occasion, and there were some things even a thorough wash couldn’t really clean away.
“Good. Now that that’s settled, I believe it’s time for us to discuss