Carrick's head swum with pleasure and his body sagged visibly as the last sensations of his climax washed over him. Slowly, he rearranged his clothing and moved off the bench, one hand trailing over the slave's chest in an almost soothing motion.
He reached up to cup Emrys' cheek and bent low, kissing him slowly once more. "As I said. Never more lovely than when you're begging."
Moving to the end of the bench he quickly unhooked the chains that kept the boy's ankles in place and ran the chain backwards, pulling it tight and locking it in place next to Emrys' hands, so that the slave's legs were pulled back, his knees close to his chest and his legs open.
Pausing to slick his fingers from a tube of lubricant left on a nearby table, Carrick stroked down the length of the bound boy's cock, then lower to the sensitive flesh at the entrance to his body.
The fingertip stroked the puckered hole then pushed inside slowly, easing its way through the tight entrance.
"As I also said, you really are a slut. Look at you. You can barely contain yourself. If it weren't for this - " his other hand fondled the cockring for a moment, then began to pump the erection agonisingly slowly once more - "you'd have come before I'd hardly touched you."
Carrick's index finger swirled inside the boy's body,crooking upwards to search for this moment sensitive spot. "Admit what a whore you are and I'll let you come."