Carrick seemed to have two choices: continue to beat the boy until the pain became too much and he had no choice but to surrender - though then, the angel might be in no shape to properly respond to his advances.
The other option was to do what the boy was clearly aiming at - to use the more subtle weapons of denied pleasure until Samandriel was ready to weep and plead.
He caressed the reddened flesh for a long moment while he considered. The night was long, and there would be time later to bring Samandriel to heel with more brutal methods of control. Besides, every act of resistance now would make his eventual flogging that much more severe.
Very well, then.
He pressed his index finger deeper inside the slave, moving it slowly back and forth, adding a second and stretching him just a little. He wanted the boy tight when he eventually fucked him. His left hand continued to stroke and tease the cock an balls that were still bound in the cock ring and leather strap.
"Would you have sung to me back then, little eremenos? Soothed me before battle and bathed my wounds afterwards? I would have kept you naked, chained to the post of my tent, to attend me and pleasure me and all my Krypteian brothers. I'd have shared you, and we would have taken our pleasure with you all night."