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filetofish) wrote2018-04-27 01:15 am
filetofish) wrote2018-04-27 01:15 am
PSLS BECAUSE GAY
[no icons, many SPOILERS for trails of cold steel/sen no kiseki. there's also a lot of gross shit so watch your step.]
[He almost screams, the noise coming out more a broken sob. It's good, but it's horrible. He hates this, but he wants more. He's a mess, and the man might be right, that he's not doing himself any favors, that he might not change anything with his struggles.
It's not really conscious thought so much as just being overwhelmed that has him crying and whispering;]
Please, please. Please...please...
[A barely coherent mantra that even he's not sure what he's asking. For this to end, for the man to fuck him, for this to be a nightmare, maybe even just to die, he feels so overwhelmed and overstimulated not existing might be the only relief from it.]
It's not really conscious thought so much as just being overwhelmed that has him crying and whispering;]
Please, please. Please...please...
[A barely coherent mantra that even he's not sure what he's asking. For this to end, for the man to fuck him, for this to be a nightmare, maybe even just to die, he feels so overwhelmed and overstimulated not existing might be the only relief from it.]
All you have to do is say it. Unless you want to be like this for a few more hours.
[Either way is nice honestly. He's patient. Watching Rean is almost as nice as fucking him will be.]
I could go read a book.
[Either way is nice honestly. He's patient. Watching Rean is almost as nice as fucking him will be.]
I could go read a book.
[He needs to say it but he can't get the words out. Even the please is choking him, making his throat so tight he feels like he can't breathe.
He's certainly a pretty picture though, lost in pleasure so intense it's obviously painful, unending and more that frustrating, it's tormenting, really more like torture, constantly stimulating already over-stimulated nerves.
Really the man is just getting choked moans in response now, desperate but incoherent.]
He's certainly a pretty picture though, lost in pleasure so intense it's obviously painful, unending and more that frustrating, it's tormenting, really more like torture, constantly stimulating already over-stimulated nerves.
Really the man is just getting choked moans in response now, desperate but incoherent.]
Alright, then. You'll receive mercy when you do as you're told.
[He gets up, leaving a hologram to do the fingering in his place. He could just act on the obvious incoherency but it wouldn't do to let a whore get away with not following orders.
He'll go sit down instead, leaving Rean to be tortured indefinitely. He can wait.]
[He gets up, leaving a hologram to do the fingering in his place. He could just act on the obvious incoherency but it wouldn't do to let a whore get away with not following orders.
He'll go sit down instead, leaving Rean to be tortured indefinitely. He can wait.]
[The man gets two more ours of this show before whatever mental faculties Rean had remaining just break down and he's screaming himself hoarse. Countless not-quite orgasms, too much stimulation, his mind spiraling in shame and trauma topped on top of the trauma that landed him here in the first place.... He doesn't even have a single coherent thought left in his head to block out the need anymore.
At least while he's screaming he's managing words sometimes;]
Please! ...Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! LET ME COME! PLEASE!!
At least while he's screaming he's managing words sometimes;]
Please! ...Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! LET ME COME! PLEASE!!
There we go.
[Totally relaxed, the man gets up from the chair, approaching Rean again with the hover screen in tow. He takes a moment to line up, then quickly and cruelly sheathes himself in Rean's ass. He turns off the orgasm block in the same moment.]
[Totally relaxed, the man gets up from the chair, approaching Rean again with the hover screen in tow. He takes a moment to line up, then quickly and cruelly sheathes himself in Rean's ass. He turns off the orgasm block in the same moment.]
[It's the most intense orgasm he's had in his life. The way it hits him making him bite off all sound, all breath, he can't even moan or scream, he's just falling as forward as the hands let him, shuddering, tight around the man's cock as he experiences release, finally.
If he was already sensitive from the programming before, it's going to be worse in a moment, while his body's recovering from this, but right now he doesn't realize it, when he's already struggling to not pass out with the intensity of the experience.]
If he was already sensitive from the programming before, it's going to be worse in a moment, while his body's recovering from this, but right now he doesn't realize it, when he's already struggling to not pass out with the intensity of the experience.]
[The best part is the arousal programming hasn't been released either. He can get off now, but he can't actually cool down. He just has to endure it, as he's being roughly fucked.]
Now isn't this better?
Now isn't this better?
[No part of this is better. Well, maybe actually getting off is a little better, but it comes with it's own torture as he can't even calm down, he's left frustrated, tears streaking down his face as the fucking drags him from the edge of semi-consciousness back into reality.
Being fucked.... This isn't ever how he imagined making love, not ever, and he hates it, but here they are and he shakes his head a little in answer, this is the worst.]
Being fucked.... This isn't ever how he imagined making love, not ever, and he hates it, but here they are and he shakes his head a little in answer, this is the worst.]
Hmm, well. You'll come to crave it, in time.
[Right now though... Right now Rean's just being slammed into hard and fast. The holograms remain, the forced arousal remains, and he's used that way for a solid twenty minutes before the man comes inside him.
His client gets up and goes to have a quick shower and get dressed. The system stays engaged the whole time though -- it's only when he's on his way out that he turns it off, giving Rean his body back for now.]
You've been a good boy, but you'll have to be better or you'll end up served to way more sadistic customers than me. Keep that in mind.
[Right now though... Right now Rean's just being slammed into hard and fast. The holograms remain, the forced arousal remains, and he's used that way for a solid twenty minutes before the man comes inside him.
His client gets up and goes to have a quick shower and get dressed. The system stays engaged the whole time though -- it's only when he's on his way out that he turns it off, giving Rean his body back for now.]
You've been a good boy, but you'll have to be better or you'll end up served to way more sadistic customers than me. Keep that in mind.
[It's good advice. Almost friendly advice if not for everything. Rean barely hears it after all this. It's been hours, he's physically and mentally exhausted, and the moment he's actually allowed to sink onto the bed with no more forced pleasure, without being made to come, or stay hard, he's sobbing in relief.
He probably won't remember the warning or about half the encounter as more than hazy pleasurable trauma.
At any rate he's passing out, a kind of gross mess, even though he'd love to try to escape or AT LEAST get clean, his body and mind can't handle being awake for even another minute.]
He probably won't remember the warning or about half the encounter as more than hazy pleasurable trauma.
At any rate he's passing out, a kind of gross mess, even though he'd love to try to escape or AT LEAST get clean, his body and mind can't handle being awake for even another minute.]
| | [Fortunately for Rean, he's left to get plenty of sleep. Unfortunately, he's still going to wake up a gross mess in a brothel. It's afternoon by then, though, and he's woken up not by anything scary or painful but by a gentle knock on his doorframe. The young man standing in the doorway with a tray of very tasty-smelling breakfast looks about Rean's age, and is dressed in a luxurious lounge robe.] Rise and shine. [He doesn't look very sunshiney himself, but he's doing his best. It's just hard to smile, when he knows how awful the first day is for newbies.] |
[The sleep was much needed but waking up is... Bad. It's painful, for one thing, his muscles are sore and his ass hurts and he feels gross over every inch of his body.
And now someone has arrived and he has to pretend to be a person and not just sink into further depressed sleep. At least he's groggy enough the shame only makes him tomato red instead of actually combust on the spot, pulling a sheet unsteadily over himself as he sits up and looks at the guy in the doorway.
He probably should find food appetizing, he hasn't eaten in... He doesn't even remember. Before the hospital. But the smell only makes him queasy.
He's examining the guy though, pretty, in a nice robe, looking friendly and warm so... Probably not anyone here to fuck with him, probably just a "coworker".
Somewhere, from the depths of his very bruised soul, he summons a faint and friendly expression, trying for a smile.]
Sorry, I guess I slept in...
And now someone has arrived and he has to pretend to be a person and not just sink into further depressed sleep. At least he's groggy enough the shame only makes him tomato red instead of actually combust on the spot, pulling a sheet unsteadily over himself as he sits up and looks at the guy in the doorway.
He probably should find food appetizing, he hasn't eaten in... He doesn't even remember. Before the hospital. But the smell only makes him queasy.
He's examining the guy though, pretty, in a nice robe, looking friendly and warm so... Probably not anyone here to fuck with him, probably just a "coworker".
Somewhere, from the depths of his very bruised soul, he summons a faint and friendly expression, trying for a smile.]
Sorry, I guess I slept in...
That's more than understandable.
[Once Rean's up he comes in, setting the tray (a full breakfast with lots of meat and veggies) on the end table and lifting a hand to feel Rean's forehead. He moves slow though, conscious of Rean's mental state.]
Your name is Rean, right? I'm Gaius.
[Once Rean's up he comes in, setting the tray (a full breakfast with lots of meat and veggies) on the end table and lifting a hand to feel Rean's forehead. He moves slow though, conscious of Rean's mental state.]
Your name is Rean, right? I'm Gaius.
[He tries so hard not to flinch at the touch. He really does. But he tenses and makes just the littlest negative reaction anyway. He's traumatized and tired. The things said to him last night have sunk in as well, so there's some amount of confused guilt.
He might have the slightest fever, a new implant in his brain and stress and exertion to the level of last night are a lot for a body, even a young and healthy one. He's probably pretty dehydrated at this point on top of that, but the food still seems the opposite of appetizing. He doesn't say so though.]
Yeah. Nice to meet you Gaius.
He might have the slightest fever, a new implant in his brain and stress and exertion to the level of last night are a lot for a body, even a young and healthy one. He's probably pretty dehydrated at this point on top of that, but the food still seems the opposite of appetizing. He doesn't say so though.]
Yeah. Nice to meet you Gaius.
I wish it were under better circumstances.
[Gaius nay not be a mind reader but after being here awhile it's pretty easy to guess what's going through Rean's mind. He's been there. He's seen other people go through it, way more than anyone should.
In respect for that he moves slowly and carefully as he pours icy water from a pitcher he brought into a glass and hands it over, sitting delicately at the edge of the bed.]
You might not be feeling up to it, but you should have breakfast. They won't be easier on you if you get sick.
[Gaius nay not be a mind reader but after being here awhile it's pretty easy to guess what's going through Rean's mind. He's been there. He's seen other people go through it, way more than anyone should.
In respect for that he moves slowly and carefully as he pours icy water from a pitcher he brought into a glass and hands it over, sitting delicately at the edge of the bed.]
You might not be feeling up to it, but you should have breakfast. They won't be easier on you if you get sick.
Thanks.
[Rean takes the water and then when he sips it his body is greedy for it, and he drains the glass so fast it spills a little down his chin, messily. He wipes at that with the back of his hand, looking at the glass that's basically empty now. He knows Gaius is right. He does need to eat, even if the thought makes him sick.]
I just... I think I'll take a shower first. Then I'll be up to breakfast.
[He won't be up to it but he'll eat anyway. It's not fair this strange guy has to be worrying about him on their first meeting, Gaius seems really nice but probably has plenty of his own worries without dealing with a new kid having a rough day. Rean can pull himself together. He manages to look more alive on sheer willpower.]
Thanks for bringing me something to eat, Gaius.
[Rean takes the water and then when he sips it his body is greedy for it, and he drains the glass so fast it spills a little down his chin, messily. He wipes at that with the back of his hand, looking at the glass that's basically empty now. He knows Gaius is right. He does need to eat, even if the thought makes him sick.]
I just... I think I'll take a shower first. Then I'll be up to breakfast.
[He won't be up to it but he'll eat anyway. It's not fair this strange guy has to be worrying about him on their first meeting, Gaius seems really nice but probably has plenty of his own worries without dealing with a new kid having a rough day. Rean can pull himself together. He manages to look more alive on sheer willpower.]
Thanks for bringing me something to eat, Gaius.
Of course. We take care of eachother here. There's not much the rest of us can do to protect you, but you're not alone.
[He runs his hand through his own hair, trying not to stare too intently at Rean while looking for any injuries that need tending.]
I'll get things cleaned up in here while you shower. Take as long as you need. You're not on duty yet tonight, and this is my free day, so we're not in a rush.
[He runs his hand through his own hair, trying not to stare too intently at Rean while looking for any injuries that need tending.]
I'll get things cleaned up in here while you shower. Take as long as you need. You're not on duty yet tonight, and this is my free day, so we're not in a rush.
[All his injuries are mental and emotional at this point. But still, a friendly face and voice and genuine concern does... A lot. He feels ashamed for how grateful he is but he can't help being sort of overwhelmed, tears stinging his eyes unbidden.
He really doesn't know what else to say, when he feels choked up and lost and gross and grateful and embarrassed all at once, so, kind of like a broken record, he repeats;]
Thanks.
He really doesn't know what else to say, when he feels choked up and lost and gross and grateful and embarrassed all at once, so, kind of like a broken record, he repeats;]
Thanks.
...Do you need some help?
[Poor Rean. Gaius can still remember that feeling -- the dull but intense pain and exhaustion that left his legs feeling useless and rubbery.]
[Poor Rean. Gaius can still remember that feeling -- the dull but intense pain and exhaustion that left his legs feeling useless and rubbery.]
[It's humiliating really, and he ducks his head, shaking it as he takes a few breaths to steady himself from both the over-emotional upset and the pain.]
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
[He's not okay and he probably does need help but he doesn't want to put anyone out on his account. He just picks himself back up, this time carefully using his arms to hold onto furniture as he hauls himself to his feet, leaning on anything he can until he makes it to the bathroom.]
No, I'm okay. Thank you.
[He's not okay and he probably does need help but he doesn't want to put anyone out on his account. He just picks himself back up, this time carefully using his arms to hold onto furniture as he hauls himself to his feet, leaning on anything he can until he makes it to the bathroom.]
[Gaius frowns but doesn't push. He's painfully aware how little agency they have, and how precious those scraps are. It'd be the height of insensitivity to infringe on Rean's ability to decide for himself -- even if it means letting him struggle.
Instead he adverts his eyes politely, getting up and starting on the promised cleaning. There's a different kind of staff here to handle laundry and deep cleaning, but he can change the sheets and put the dirty things in the laundry shoot in the hall. He can grab a fresh robe from the closet and hang it on the back of the bathroom door, too, raising his voice to be heard over the shower.]
There's something to wear out here. You'll have to get fitted for proper clothes, though.
[Yep, real tailored clothes! This is a very high-class place. Still terrible, but terrible with silk and gourmet food and enough time to sleep.]
Instead he adverts his eyes politely, getting up and starting on the promised cleaning. There's a different kind of staff here to handle laundry and deep cleaning, but he can change the sheets and put the dirty things in the laundry shoot in the hall. He can grab a fresh robe from the closet and hang it on the back of the bathroom door, too, raising his voice to be heard over the shower.]
There's something to wear out here. You'll have to get fitted for proper clothes, though.
[Yep, real tailored clothes! This is a very high-class place. Still terrible, but terrible with silk and gourmet food and enough time to sleep.]
[Rean appreciates it. Though it's painful and the shower lasts a long time. It's hard to feel clean, but hot water is somewhat magical in soothing the ache and making the filthy feeling on his skin only a mental after image.
By the time he dries off and puts the robe Gaius got him on he's a little pruney, but he's only limping badly instead of struggling to even walk.
He returns to the room, vaguely expecting Gaius to have left at this point, since he took such a long time. ]
By the time he dries off and puts the robe Gaius got him on he's a little pruney, but he's only limping badly instead of struggling to even walk.
He returns to the room, vaguely expecting Gaius to have left at this point, since he took such a long time. ]
[Gaius is still here! He's fiddling with things idly and making a list of things Rean's room needs so it doesn't feel like he's just loitering, but he's here.]
You're looking a little better. Come eat.
You're looking a little better. Come eat.
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