filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[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.

What...?

[What potential. Potential in what way? He's not sure he wants to finish the question though, add he catches his breath.]

If this is your training program it sucks.

Oh? And what would you suggest in its place?

[He has a feeling Rean won't have any good ideas. That's why he's getting into his bag and pulling out... leather handcuffs? As if real ones are necessary. But maybe that's the game this time.]

Something less... this. Less rape. At least like, reading material? Instructional videos? Some kind of pamphlet explaining the training regime so it isn't entirely baffling and horrifying. You could cut out the baffling entirely, maybe work in more horrifying, I guess, since that's your thing.

[Well his mouth seems up be working again just fine.]

I'm sure you'd have been so much more agreeable if you'd had a pamphlet.

[Yeah very funny. He's grabbing Rean by the hair again, dragging him up and onto the bed. He can struggle if he wants. He's not being compelled this time. He's just being overpowered, by a man that's startlingly strong.]

[He does struggle, definitely surprised by this man's strength as he pushes and kicks at him, trying to get away. Not even with hope that he'll make it, Judy instinctive fear and self preservation.]

Not really but maybe I'd know what you're even trying to accomplish here! Breaking someone's spirit, is that even useful?

It creates compliance. Most clients would rather you seem eager.

[The majority just want to pretend the slavery thing isn't a problem. Sadist are more rare.

Rean, meanwhile, is being forced onto his back, and his wrists cuffed to rings in the headboard.]

[He yanks on the cuffs. Every touch feels like it's crawling over his skin, he hasn't gotten over feeling like touch is horrible and frightening.]

So you what, make it so awful anyone is eager not to get punished?

That's right. After awhile complying will feel normal to you. You've already seen the others. Some of them were as stubborn as you, at first.

[Now that Rean's tied up he's getting out the wand. This time it's powering up the hologram of a knife.]

How long does that take?

[What a horrifying thing to look forward to. He doesn't want to end up okay with this. Not at all.]

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