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Flesh Cartel, #4: Consequences
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Nikolai Petrovic is a man of refinement. He collects fine art, enjoys gourmet cuisine, and trains
boutique sex slaves for some of the wealthiest—and most morally dubious—men and women in the
Charged by a wealthy client to buy a man to train but not break—to shape into a skilled, obedient
slave who will yield with hatred rather than love in his eyes—Nikolai finds the perfect raw material
in Mathias Carmichael. But there’s a problem: he was auctioned off in a lot with his beautiful younger
Douglas Carmichael is a lovely, trainable thing, but Nikolai never takes on more than one slave at a
time. As a master trainer who’s never once failed in his task, he knows he’s up to the challenge, but it will take formidable skill and planning to mold these drastically different brothers into their best
selves. And in order to make them obedient to Nikolai and their future masters above all others, he’ll
first have to break their greatest loyalty of all: their dedication to each other.
In episode four of The Flesh Cartel , Mat and Dougie Carmichael begin their training with their new master, Nikolai, where they both learn the meaning of servitude . . . and of consequences for their
For Mat, destined to be trained but not broken—to always fight but never win—life with Nikolai is
suffering stacked on suffering. Nikolai pushes him to the edge but not over; he must never lose the
hatred in his eyes. Dougie, on the other hand, is fated to love and crave service. For that, Nikolai must teach him the pleasures of a pampered sex slave, but training a straight man to revel in his gay
captor’s touch is no easy feat.
As if the challenges Mat and Dougie face aren’t difficult enough, one last complication remains:
before either brother can submit fully to Nikolai, they must first give up their strongest, most powerful loyalty: their dedication to each other.
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Dougie scrunched his eyes shut as Nikolai came all over his face. It was horrible, desperate
misery, followed by small relief when his new “master,” oh he-who-loved-the-sound-of-his-own-
voice, cleaned Dougie with a towel