filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[The door is kicked open in his face! And the man is grabbing Rean immediately by the hair, dragging him back out of the bathroom.]

Let's go somewhere comfortable.

[He's stunned by the door slamming into him so he can't fight too well with his ribs screaming. He fights anyway, clawing at the hand holding his hair as he's dragged, trying to stumble with it to minimize the damage.]

[This guy came prepared. He's got lengths of rough rope in his pockets, and he's using them to tie Rean's hands to the bed -- this time he's left standing at the footboard, up on his toes with one hand at either post. Of course the ropes are pressing on his cracked wrist but that's the idea. It's supposed to be uncomfortable and hard to struggle.

It's also deliberately avoiding using the implant. This particular client doesn't want to -- he's enjoying the power of doing all of this with his own strength.]

[He's straining to hold his noises of pain back, with minimal success.

He is also pulling at the ropes, struggling the whole way but ending up ineffective, on his toes and wheezing a little with his cracked ribs.]

Go to hell you sick bastard.

There's no such thing as heaven or hell. Only your life right now.

[Which is pretty darned bad! Rean's left to struggle, ropes biting into his wrists, and his client pulls a knife and stars efficiently, roughly cutting him free of his clothes.]

[This might be hell, actually. But he does stop struggling, just so the knife doesn't cut into him.]

You know I'm not really all that religious but I hope there is a hell, for you.

How sweet.

[The sassing is cute!

Soon Rean's naked, and the man is running his hands up his thighs, over his hips and along his sides until he finds those cracked ribs and digs in as hard as he can. He wants to break them more. He wants to crush Rean -- as long as he can live for a few hours, any injury is fine.]

[He screams, jerking away but that just yanks on his cracked wrist so there's more pained, wordless yelling.

It hurts. It hurts a lot and it's really honestly frightening, but he's pissed too, angry at this man, angry at his situation, it makes him furious as much as he feels helpless and scared.]

[After a minute or so he stops, satisfied with how far he's pulverized Rean's ribs. Instead he's putting his hand on Rean's good arm, holding it straight before slamming the full force of his strength into it, intending to break it above the elbow... and then below as well.]

[That earns more pained yelling, tears burning in Rean's eyes. Blinding him because it hurts so much. It's all really not great.]

Stop!

What'll you do if I do?

[He's open to bargaining. But he's not gonna lay off in the meantime. He's not breaking any more bones but he is taking off his belt, wrapping the end around his hand so he can (quite brutally), strike Rean across his bare shoulders with the buckle.]

[He yelps, pained and furious but he doesn't answer. He's not going to offer this guy anything, to hell with that, to hell with trying to cooperate, sorry Gaius.]

[Gaius would understand. He knows what it's like to be so humiliated you can't be anything but furious. It took... Honestly probably this same man to make him change his mind. But the torture is just beginning. There's so much more to go.

Right now though, he's just whipping Rean's back into bloody ribbons.]

Guess you don't want me to stop after all.

[He doesn't have any words, just screaming as his back is beaten bloody on top of how his bones are cracked and broken.]

[The screaming is cute. He's going to get a lot more of it, too. The beatings continue til Rean's a mess of broken bones, no good limbs, bruised all over with skin peppered in cuts and burns. The only use of the implant is forcing him not to pass out or go into shock. He has to be aware of the pain, even when he loses an eye to a hot iron. But now he's been dropped on the bed in that state, sprawled on his ruined back, and only now is his client undressing.]

Now let's try something really fun.

[He had honestly assumed sex wasn't going to be part of this at this point, but no. Apparently beaten bloody is this guy's type? He makes a sound that is just pure, choked terror. It was already too much ages ago. If he could even move he would, he still tries, desperately, to curl into a more defensive position. He's so exhausted from pain he's shaking.]

No, no no no please no...

[Ah, sweet begging. Rean really does have a cute face. But he wants to see it contort even more, so he's using his screen to do the one thing he really can't do on his own: force pleasure on top of the pain. It always makes them make such cute sounds.

When he climbs onto Rean all the pain of the injuries is there, but the man's hand pinning his broken wrist will also feel unreasonably good -- to say nothing of the rough and brutal way he forces himself inside him, with his other hand grinding down on the point of Rean's hip.]

[He's crying, sobbing honestly, hiccuping and blind with tears and only one eye and pain and now pleasure besides. It's the worst experience of his life made only more traumatic for the way it feels good.

At this moment he'd probably beg pretty pitifully to be treated gently. If he could form words.]

[Now that's perfect. He'll take his time with it -- he's rough but not too fast, making Rean feel every slam into his battered body. A few minutes in he shifts his hands to wrap around Rean's neck and squeeze.]

[He's almost incoherent with the warring sensations, how it's body is forced to endure and even enjoy this without shutting down. He gasps and tries to struggle against the hands, even with his arms broken. He's going to die, he feels like he's going to die enjoying getting fucked while his body is broken and bloody and that just makes him start laughing a little in hysteria.]

Are you afraid?

[His voice is a sadistic purr, as he leans in to mutter in Rean's ear.]

I could kill you right now and afford it. I won't, but... Well. Maybe I'll pull out your guts next time. Is that how you want to die?

I'll keep you awake while I crush every. single. piece.

[He punctuates that with sharp thrusts, squeezing lethally tight and then loosening up each time, just so Rean can really feel how fragile his life is right now. He could snuff it in just a few seconds.]

[He's afraid. And delirious with lack of oxygen and pain and arousal, gasping in sharply every time he's allowed to breathe. Being told he won't be killed this time doesn't seem real. His throat is bruised already, breath painful each time he's allowed to take one.

He blacks out for tiny microseconds between when he's allowed air. Not enough to do anything for him but major his consciousness even more scrambled and confused and frantic.

And while he's being fucked like this he cries, wanting to fight it but too battered to move, humiliation burning through him that his body can be forced to respond so even this level of pain is getting him off.]

[It's cute. It's really really cute, and he genuinely hopes Rean doesn't behave. He wants to fuck him up again. Try different things. But that's not right now. Right now he's just fucking him til they both get off. He pulls out right at the end, after Rean's already come, just to add to the humiliation by dragging Rean down and making a mess all over his face instead of inside of him.

He reaches down afterwards, breathing heavily, to smear it through Rean's hair, shove a little in his mouth, leaving him as gross as he possibly can.

But then, at least, he stops. He gets cleaned up and leaves, muttering smugly to someone on the way out that Rean's going to need a medic, as he turns off the compulsion to stay conscious.

Whether or not Rean's awake for it, staff arrives to carry him gently to the clinic, to rest inside a little pod, floating in a blueish liquid that heals his injuries. It's painful -- he can feel it all knitting back together, if he wakes up -- but it also only takes a few hours, before the door is lifting and there's a sort-of-familiar face looking down at him with open sadness and concern.]

Rean... Has it healed?

[He's out of it for most of the recovery at least. He'd stay out if he could but groggy consciousness returns to him and he's finding himself face to face with... Gaius of all people.

The gentle concern and sweetness, the real sadness, it has him bursting into tears pretty much immediately.

He's badly in need of friendly contact. It's only been a couple weeks since he lost his home, but it feels like years. It feels like months since Gaius's concerned warnings even though it's been a day.]

Ah-- Hey, hey...

[He reaches out gently, to pull Rean up to sitting properly, where Gaius can pat his hair and wipe at his tears. Probably he shouldn't touch Rean after all this but he's more used to caring for little siblings than newbie coworkers so it's instinct.]

That man is gone. I'll see to it that no one hurts you, today.

[Even if it's only one day, that is very much not a promise he should be making. It's one he can keep, but it's also the reason he's not supposed to talk to newbies in the first place. But he's the one who greeted Rean, so he feels like it's his responsibility to keep him alive and relatively sane. Which is also why he's not supposed to talk to newbies.

Oh, well. He's already attached, so he'll just eat the consequences.]

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