filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

What is this?

[Hmm COULD THIS BE MARKETABLE...]

Can you speak?

Can you die?

[It's more a rhetorical angry sneer than an actual question, every part of Rean straining against the compulsion that keeps him from moving and tearing this man's throat out]

Hm. Cute.

[Definitely marketable. The sadists will love it.]

Does this happen often?

[There's silence. Not so much stony as it is obviously insulting.]

[That's fine. He's had feisty ones before.]

You're very flashy, I'll give you that. But you've already been told what happens when you're not agreeable. Should I demonstrate?

[This part of Rean is really uncooperative, sneering at Simon. It's a hollow defiance though, he's about a breath from passing out to the pain of his brand and the exhaustion of the last day on top of the trauma of losing his home. Whatever this part of Rean is, it's still as damaged as the rest of him.]

[Passing out would have been a way more anticipated reaction to the branding tbh. But Rean's still awake right now and walking away would not be establishing dominance, so he instead just very casually makes a screen gesture that'll light Rean's body up in the feeling of being burned everywhere.]

This is just the beginning. You should think about that.

[He screams. Furious, murderous, but that really does have him passing out properly, regardless of whatever fortitude this part of him possesses that's more than he can take, it seems.

His hair turns normal again at least, while he's passed out. ]

[HOW INTERESTING.

Rean is left to sleep again. When he gets up, this time he's alone, and he can do whatever he wants in his room or around the building. He can see the gardens, the clinic, the bar, the view of the busy street outside. No one comes to bother him for a WHOLE DAY except the tailor (an energetic young woman) popping in to take his measurements and ask him what colours he likes.

But then it's evening again, and his master appears in the doorway with a bag full of who knows what implements.]

How are you feeling?

[He explores a little, expresses minimal interest in clothing besides a vague preference for red, and puzzles about why his encounter with Simon cuts off, like he can't remember it all.

Other than that he talks to people. He's exhausted and wants to cry, but he spends the day talking to everyone he meets, getting to know the staff and the building. He's already made good impressions on some very jaded people, but he hasn't noticed.

He gets top his feet when Simon enters, scared almost stiff, but also away least having rested some so he has a little energy back.]

...Is that a trick question or something?

Even I have a sense of courtesy, my dear.

[He approaches confidently, grabbing Rean's chin and looking into his eyes.]

You're back to yourself, I see.

[He startles at the grab, going still and tense.]

What?

[None of that made sense, not even the courtesy part.]

Oh? Don't you remember? You were in quite a state yesterday.

[His free hand reaches back, to press fingers against Rean's brand.]

It was like you turned into a different person.

[He nearly collapses at how much those fingers hurt, tears blinding him as his breath catches.]

I don't know what you're talking about!

Really? That makes it even more interesting. Do you remember being branded?

[He's prodding it. The reaction is cute.]

[He didn't fail to notice the pain when he woke but the experience certainly isn't there in his memories.

The pain is here now though, and he's whimpering. He'll fall to his knees if Simon lets him.]

N-no.... stop-!

[He's allowed! Simon steps back, giving Rean just a moment to recover.]

Very good. You look nice down there.

[Which is why Simon is undoing his own belt.]

Come here. You know what you should do from your knees, don't you?

[He is shaking as he catches his breath, the pain shocking through him but not as bad as being pressured.

He looks up at Simon in horror.

If he refuses he'll just be forced to do this, yet he can't seem to make himself move forward willingly. Even with Gaius's warning about adapting, his own assessment of how that's the only way to survive, he just can't bring himself to move.]

I don't understand how you can find this arousing at all. What is wrong with you?!

So disturbed by a common truth. Your naivety is charming.

[He's letting himself out of his pants, then giving Rean the computer order to comply.]

Do as you're told, Rean.

Don't do this.

[He's moving towards Simon despite himself. He knew this would happen and yet it still sucks. It sucks that he's reaching for the man's cock, sucks that he's leaning in to lick him and take him into his mouth with not yet professional aptitude but certainly a promising potential.]

You'll get used to it.

[Rean will be sucking a lot of dick from now on. This is just the start -- hands tight in his hair, pulling him farther onto Simon's cock in a deliberate effort to make him gag.]

[He can't respond except with a really cute distressed noise as he gags on Simon's cock. He can't even pull away he can only awkwardly cough and choke, fingers curling at Simon's hip, desperately pushing but robbed of the strength to do anything but indicate this sucks.]

Good boy.

[Rean is extremely cute. It's not hard to get into it at all -- he pulls Rean's hair eagerly, fucking his mouth with no consideration for comfort. When he comes its with a soft groan, holding Rean firmly so he can't pull away from the taste.]

Swallow.

[He gags and chokes, swallowing but coughing which is not a great combo.

He hates this, he hates how used and dirty he feels. The way the man pulls his hair and threw way he's obedient against his will, taking everything and wanting to cry with how gross he feels about it.]

[He lets Rean go when he's done, at least, stepping back to watch him cough.]

You have potential. I hope you'll use it.

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