The Flesh Cartel #6: Brotherhood

your brother’s future like adults.” He unbuckled the gag, then unbuckled his own pants again, pushed them down and stepped out of them, and splayed himself on Mathias’s bed. “You can lick my balls and ass while you listen. I’d have you suck my cock, but your brother just did such a fine job I’m afraid I’ve no interest yet.”
That was what made Mathias gag, after everything he’d gone through. He rose to his feet, gasping and heaving, wiping at drool and piss with the back of one hand and pressing the other to his stomach. Murder glinted in his eyes, clear as day, but Nikolai had rarely felt safer around the man than he did right now. Even with his mouth free, he didn’t speak. Didn’t dare.
“Don’t like to hear about me fucking your brother?” Nikolai asked, unable to keep the taunting tone out of his voice as Mathias dutifully knelt between his legs and nuzzled behind his balls, kissing and lapping at them with his newly humbled tongue. “You should see him. Unlike you, he’s progressing wonderfully. I’m training his ass to take two cocks at once.” Mathias’s tongue paused its stroking, and his breath, hot and moist, came hard and fast against Nikolai’s balls. “I think within the week I’ll be able to put him to the test in that regard. Did I say you could stop?”
The licking started up again. So did Nikolai’s speech. “He’s a very quick study, your brother. A true joy to train . . . except for one thing: you. Enough with my balls; be a good boy now and lick my anus.” He felt Mathias’s shudder against his thighs, but the man did as told, bending Nikolai’s legs at the knees and ducking low to rim him.
Nikolai allowed himself a single appreciative moan before continuing. He was starting to get hard again. “You see, Douglas holds onto the thought of you desperately. Wants to impress you. Imitates your stubbornness, even if it causes him terrible pain. And his suicidal need not to disappoint you is causing him so very much pain. I’ve come to realize he must find a way to give you up, or he will die holding onto your memory. Do you want him to die, Mathias?”
“Of course not,” Mathias growled against his ass. Nikolai felt a flash of teeth—not biting, just bared—and then tongue again, like a good little slave.
“Then you must help him to let go of you.”
Mat leaned up on his forearms, met Nikolai’s eyes. “Not gonna happen. Remember the running thing? He started that when he was five and he never fucking stopped. Six miles every goddamn morning at the crack of fucking dawn. I don’t even think he likes running. But he’d do anything to stay with me. Spend time with me. Make me happy. Make me love him, even though he doesn’t need to do anything for that at all.” His eyes welled up with tears at that, but he blinked them away, went back to lapping Nikolai’s ass. Anything to avoid this conversation, apparently.
Left unsaid was, And I’ll do anything to protect him, spend time with him, make him happy, make him love me, though Nikolai heard it anyway.
Nikolai gave his hardening cock a lazy stroke. “He idolizes you.” A statement, not a question.
“Yeah.” So much emotion in that one little word, despite his clear determination to hide it.
“Then you must, as always, be the protector, Mathias. Be the stronger man. Be the one who makes the hard choices.”
“And if I do? If I drive him away some-fucking-how?”
“All the unnecessary pain in his life stops. Nearly instantly. He won’t be free, but he won’t need to be. I’ll take care of him. Keep him warm and fed and loved. He’ll want for nothing. He’ll never hurt again.”
“Bullshit. Everything hurts here. How can it not?”
“Because love can grow even in the most unlikely places, Mathias. But his love for you strangles all others.”
“His love for me. That’s what’s keeping him from being a good little slave for you, isn’t it. You just want a fucktoy, and he—” Mathias blinked back those stubborn tears in his eyes. “I’m all he has to live for. To stay human for.”
“All he has to suffer for,” Nikolai corrected. “It won’t end, Mathias. It will never end. There’s no escaping this place. No going back to his old life. All he can do is move forward with his new one. Make the best of it. He could be happy, Mathias. He could have what you never can; he could be shaped into a man like Roger, madly in love, happy to serve. Loved back. Respected. Appreciated. I would see