filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

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.]

Usually a month or two. A year at the outside.

[Hmm hmm just gonna take this "knife" and stab Rean in the gut with it. There's no blood, no real wound, but he'll sure feel like there is.]

[Well that distracts him from the other stuff because he's screaming. Wednesday the fuck what the hell he's dying? Only he's not.

He feels like he is.]

Stop! Stop stop stop-!

No.

[He drags the knife along Rean's stomach, "carving him open" without leaving even a mark.]

This is what you can expect if you don't learn. Some clients might even use a real knife. As long as you don't die, there are no limits.

[He's barely listening, screaming as he's cut open. There may be no wound or blood but every part of him is convinced this is real, and it's awful.]

Please stop!

[He stops! For a moment. The knife is removed, and he looks down at Rean with cold eyes.]

Are you going to be cooperative?

[What's the alternative, torture? He hates this. Participate or be fucked over. He's pushing and breathless in his response, not defeated but resigned. He doesn't want this but getting tortured won't help any.]

Fine. What am I supposed to do?

Don't struggle. Ask for what feels good. Be eager. That's now, and in the future. If you're good, you'll have clients who make it pleasurable for you. If you fight, you'll get far worse than I just gave you. Do you understand?

[He can't make himself act like he's eager. He's not broken and he's not a good liar like that. Even if he can agree to try it's only been a day. He's aware he's facing horrors if he doesn't give it any attempt but he hasn't been beaten into willingness to do anything yet.

But he's not going to say no to those terms, even if he can't actually abide by them.]

I understand.

Good.

[Agreeing at all is already an improvement. It's a good sign. Rean will break, eventually. For now the wand is being switched to the same pleasure mode as yesterday, and run along Rean's thigh. This is a test.]

Tell me how it feels.

....

[Cooperate or it's back to feeling like he's getting murdered. It takes a long time to drag the words out past the shame and humiliation, but in a very small voice he manages:]

It feels good.

There you go. It's not that hard, now is it?

[Great! He's pausing, then, to undress Rean properly. They have a lot to do. He might even have someone come work on Rean again tonight.]

It is, actually.

[It's really hard to say, in fact! It feels soul crushing. Not because it's true, though his body betraying him doesn't help. But just cooperating in his own humiliation sucks.]

But you can do it.

[Once he has Rean exposed all the way he takes the wand and runs it down Rean's neck.]

[It's horribly vulnerable being naked and tied up under someone who doesn't see him as anything but a thing to train for money. It's seriously dehumanizing.

Worse is the way that feels good anyway, makes him whimper and arch under the touch.]

I...

[He doesn't know if he can do this, if he can try to play along. He wants to apologize to Gaius really, for trying to give him good advice he knows he can't really follow.]

Don't hold back.

[He keeps going, only slowing to let the tip of the wand linger over Rean's nipple.]

[Caught between being unable to beg for it and unable to ask for it to stop and get pain again, Ream just starts crying.

It feels good, yes. But he's genuinely miserable.]

You'll have to learn to control that, too. But it's fine for now. Get your crying done early.

[But he's not going to stop for it. He's taking it down to tease at Rean's inner thighs, close but not quite touching his cock.]

Perhaps tonight I'll arrange a client that likes it.

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