filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[He doesn't like any of this!! He scrubs away his face again. What Gaius says makes sense but he's smart enough to know there's a grab between understanding something and being able to live it.]

How did you... manage to adjust, then?

[He's take any advice right now. He kind of wants to die but he also wants to know how to survive even more. ]

Hmm...

[Gaius folds his hands in his lap, looking off into space. It's a bad memory. He doesn't actually want to talk about it, but he doesn't want Rean to experience it himself, so... it must be better to talk.]

I struggled until I was placed with a client who beat me within an inch of my life, actually. I thought I was going to die. But then I thought... the people I love wouldn't want to see me die that way. They'd want me to be happy, so out of respect for them, I have to try.

[That's awful. Thanks he hates it! But it's important to learn from others trying to help him right? He closes his eyes, not even sure what to say. He wants to save all of them from this. Himself, Gaius, anyone else here. He can't do that if he doesn't make an effort but it's going to be hard, even soul crushing, and he knows it.]

Thanks. For telling me. I think it helps to know...

If I've helped even a little, I'm glad. For the rest of the day, do you want to go--

[He was going to invite Rean to go meet everyone and get his measurements taken and all, but he's interrupted by the door opening. Standing there is the master, and Gaius withdraws, standing and bowing right away.

"Playing welcoming committee, are we?"

The master approaches, his cold eyes fixated on Rean. He's not looking at Gaius, but when he reaches them he abruptly reaches over and grabs a fistful of his hair. While still watching Rean he yanks Gaius up out of his bow, and addresses him with icy calm.

"This is a waste of time for someone of your station, Gaius. If you want to retain your position I'd be more productive and less interested in the welfare of others, if I were you."]

...Yes, sir.

[Gaius doesn't resist of course -- he's quietly agreeable, as he's shoved in the duration of the door.

"Go make yourself useful."

There's a glance at Rean, but Gaius nods quietly, slinking off to leave without reacting to the way the master's hand slides down from his shoulder to his ass as he goes. And then Rean's alone with the man.]

[Well that's awful. The sight of this guy fills Rean with a mix of rage and revulsion and no small amount of terror. His urge is to attack him but he knows his body won't, so he sits frozen, breathing shallowly and feeling like a coward for the way his voice is caught in his throat, for the way he feels tiny and helpless and impotent.

But he can raise a protest at the way Gaius is treated, though his voice sounds kind of wavery even to himself. ]

He didn't deserve that, he was just helping me. Or do you want me to fail here?

[Maybe even that small amount of defiance is really stupid but he's not ready to watch someone else get mistreated because of him without saying something.]

Gaius has a bad habit of attaching too easily.

[The master places a hand against Rean's chest, pushing him down against the bed.]

He's too valuable a commodity to risk him getting depressed if you turn out to be worthless. If you need help, there are plenty of lesser whores to be your friend. You can bother that boy when you've proven yourself.

[Great. He freezes up more, barely breathing when he's touched, mind blanking sort of, just in complete terror. Turns out a few hours of constant touch torture leaves lasting trauma.

It does make him easy to push down at least.

If he were more coherent he'd be interested in that backwards protectiveness, even if it's only towards a valuable commodity. But his mind's shorted out for this moment and he has nothing to add or ask when he's not sure he's going to stay conscious for the next few seconds.

It's a little humiliating to find himself this scared of mere touch but there they are.]

[There they are! With Rean's robe being pulled open, exposing him to the scrutiny of his master. He forces Rean to roll over, to check his back, and examines his limbs carefully for injury.]

Not even a bruise. He's tidy as usual.

[Apparently Rean's boss and Rean's first ever client are pretty well acquainted. Rean's boss is also sitting down on the bed next to him, letting him go for a moment while he pulls a pill bottle out of his jacket pocket. He offers one to Rean, watching closely.]

Here. This will take care of pain, and any internal lacerations. You're to take one after every meeting.

[It's humiliating and his face is burning but on the plus side he's docile, burying his face in the mattress until it's over then sitting up shakily.

He cautiously takes the pill from Simon, reaching for the water Gaius brought to down it with.

He's obedient mainly because he doesn't want up be forced to be. It's not really any better but it's not quite as awful as his limbs moving without his input.]

...Isn't it a waste of resources to buy people you aren't sure will last...?

[That's been bothering him. He doesn't know how this business works but surely it can't be terribly profitable to buy people then lay them be killed if they don't adjust to it (he's very naive about the amounts Gaius mentioned people would pay to drop very bad lethal things)]

Not at all. I can sell the right to dispose of you for more than it cost to buy you. You see, by coming here, such clients avoid the trouble of making a purchase, transporting you, or cleaning up the mess. We're also quite discreet. Men of wealth find the convenience worth the cost.

[The painkiller is really effective! It has a slight healing agent, and it'll also get Rean... pretty darned high.]

Of course the profit margin is much higher if you perform well, but I won't be at a loss either way, so it's to your benefit to fit in. Did Gaius tell you that, or was he trying to spare your feelings?

[As it kicks in he blinks kind of... owlishly. It starts to feel better but... He's never been drugged up before outside of surgery, and this is different. ]

He told me. I don't really understand it.

[He's not stupid but he really doesn't understand why anyone would want to hurt someone, kill them, for any reason, especially pleasure. It seems beyond foreign to him. And incredibly awful.

But even if he could grasp that anyone would want to do that to someone else... he doesn't really want to understand anyone that could buy or sell lives like that.]

...What was in that...? I feel weird.

It's a pain killer and a slight healing agent. There are side effects, but they wear off after an hour or two.

[It feels nice though. Relaxing. And every single person who works here is taking it every day.]

Now, let's begin. Lie back and spread out.

[He's high but "side effects". Like feeling way less bad than he should right now?

The implication is alarming and he'll think about it more later. Right now he just feels weirdly muddled. Which doesn't really translate to particularly obedient.]

I don't want to.

[He doesn't even sound very fussed about it, just confused. He knows he's scared, but part of being relaxed and high is that it's kind of removed, confusing but not as immediately distressing.]

You don't have a choice.

[He'll just summon up the controls and force it. No hesitation there. He doesn't care that much about Rean following orders just yet. He's just going to make a doll of him until he's too fucked up to resist.]

[He makes a distressed noise as it's forced, finding himself doing as the man wants despite himself, tears stinging his eyes in distress. ]

...

[He doesn't have anything to say really. Laying down and spreading his legs is plenty distressing. He isn't up for more questions at this point. ]

Good. Now, there's a part of the system you didn't use yesterday that I'd like you to get familiar with.

[Simon reaches into a drawer in the bed-side table, pulling out some futuristic magic wand looking device.]

This can be whatever your clients want it to be. It works with the hologram system, but it's more... hands-on.

[He flips a switch, and there's a blue glow coming from the wand. When he runs the tip down Rean's chest, it feels cold as ice.]

Let's start with this.

Ah!

[He makes a startled noise, flinching at the cold touch. He cringes away from it, weirdly torn between the drugs and the discomfort she of course what he's forced to do, which is lay here obediently.]

Cold can be quite stimulating, hm?

[He runs the icy wand down to Rean's navel, then back up to circle a nipple, ever-so-gently.]

But there are infinite other options.

[He changes the setting, still pulling the wand over Rean's torso, and the glow is a rosy colour -- now every touch sends a jolt of pleasure, isolated to that spot.]

Nm!

[More soft noises of discomfort and pleasure, his breath picking up and his cheeks flushing.]

Okay, I get it! Please don't...

You'll have to get used to it eventually, Rean.

[He sets the wand aside for the moment, picking up a small case he'd brought with him instead.]

Get on your knees.

[He rolls to his side, sliding up on his knees. It's pointless to ask this to stop but he wants to. ]

What's in there?

Something I should have done last night.

[It's... a rod with a metal end? He's fiddling with that end, rolling a few moving pieces. Then he hits a button and it starts to glow -- this time, the glow of hot metal. It's a brand Rean you're property.

He runs his hand up Rean's back, stopping at the top of to press and smooth out the skin.]

Don't move.

[And then he's pressing the brand against Rean's skin between his shoulders, over his spine just below his neck. He's on painkillers bit they're not enough for this at all.]

[He only has a moment to feel scared before the pain at least. He's definitely going to jerk away, or try, but if he's stuck obeying he's just going to scream. It's way too much, he's already running on trauma. He's shutting down, emotions kind of flatlined under the pain, tears running down his cheeks as his skin sears.

He's yelling, begging Simon to stop, and then, as his skin takes the brand, he's cursing him too, but he's hardly aware of it. He isn't aware how his eyes have gone from fuschia to red or his hair from black to white or how his screaming had turned into furious, guttural howling growls.]

[That's... unexpected, to say the least. Fortunately Rean is being forced to obey, so he can't get violent. But it's disturbing and when the brand is pulled away, Simon gets up off the bed to get a better look.]

...Sit up.

[He glares, furious, sitting up and staring at the man with open murder in his eyes which is a pretty stark difference to the fear and hesitation and gentleness before.

The only noise he makes is a growl. ]

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