filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

[It's awful that that DOES make him feel bereft. He hates that. That he could so easily want the tortuous satisfaction of contact.

This is gross, and the part of him not drowning in pleasure and confusion and fear is sharply terrified and angry.]

What... is wrong with you?

What? Were you really that ignorant of this side of humanity?

[There's nothing wrong, clearly. It's just the strong eating the weak.

He is messing with the screen though, sending messages and starting a dialogue.]

You'll lose that naivety soon.

[He doesn't want to believe this could be normal for anyone, that humans can be like this really. He believes strongly that people are generally good with good reasons even for bad things.]

At least--let me understand why? Why you're okay with this?

[With hurting someone he doesn't even know for some kind of slave business. Even wrecked and scared and barely holding onto coherence Rean wants to understand people.]

Because I'm powerful, Rean. Power allows a man many luxuries, including the lives of other people. You're just unfortunate enough to have landed at the bottom of the ladder.

[Hmm hmm price negotiations.]

I think I'll leave you like this. We'll see how much you can complain by the time your client has arrived.

No--please don't--

[He doesn't like how scared his voice sounds but this sensitivity and arousal is torture, he can barely keep his own thoughts together as it is, it feels like any moment now he'll lose it. He doesn't know how long he can stand this, when every second is a struggle.]

Shh. Wait your turn.

[With a screen gesture another hologram appears -- tape holding Rean's mouth shut. It'll only heighten things. He's going to be left unable to escape, unable to touch himself, even unable to beg, while the master sits in a chair and does work on the screen.

It'll be a good three hours before the knock on the door.]

[Over those three hours Rean starts losing his mind. Not a real permanent sort of break, but the kind of wrecked daze one gets from a sustained, constant state of drug-like arousal.

He's crying through most of it, even the feeling of his own tears a stimulation that's way too much for him.

After three hours he's just completely out of it and desperate, squirming at times and whining at others.]

[When the door opens it's a girl in fancy but revealing clothing and very large man in a suit. The former let's the latter in, then meekly gets out of the way as he and the master have a short conversation.

After looking Rean over a frankly astronomical price is agreed on, and the master leaves. The man remaining smiles at Rean with nothing but cruelty, and erases the tape.]

I understand you've been waiting.

[He almost sobs at the change, too out of it even for shame or embarrassment at his current state to register deeply.

He looks up at the man, head kind of leaned on his own arms. This position is exhausting to be in for three hours without the added torturous arousal, and he's really very out of it.

But he still realizes, registers somewhere, that this person is looking at him with cruelty, and it scares him. He's mad, at his own situation and at this smiling man, but he doesn't have any of the coherence to pull together a reply.]

How are you feeling?

[He places a hand against Rean's throat, rubbing his thumb over his pulse.]

You're looking nice for the rough day you've had.

[The touch drags a response out of him, rough need making him strain towards the man, neck bared, eyelashes fluttering closed as he whines, voice almost unfamiliar to his own ears in pure wantonness.

Is this really him? Is he really responding this way to a stranger touching him while he's naked and bound? It's horrifying but he's also really fucking turned on, the arousal muddying things.]

Please...

Please...? What do you want?

[What Rean's getting is a hand traveling up his throat and fingers probing at his lips.]

Stop.

[He has that much sense left in him, to whine the word out. Unconvincing even to his own ears with the moan in it, but also desperately sincere. His lips brushing the man's fingers as he speaks, but not really meaning to open to him.]

T-talk this out...

You're as cute as he said.

[Rean's extremely cute, and surely he'll be even cuter when he's more messed up. The man shoves his fingers into Rean's mouth, nearly far enough to make him gag. He'll find that if he tries to bite, his body won't listen.

The man's other hand, meanwhile, is feeling up his chest.]

[He makes a distressed sound around the man's fingers, and he does try to bite, not exactly surprised but still frustrated when he finds he can't. He doesn't have time to make a fuss over it, with the fingers in his mouth and the hand on his chest he feels like he might faint from pleasure, from want and need, trembling until he's barely managing to keep his feet on the floor, the holograms holding him up doing most of the actual work in keeping him from collapsing.

The whine he makes against the man's skin is obscene.]

See? It's better when you accept your lot. You'll make a fine whore either way, but you'll be in for a much easier life if you're agreeable.

[He keeps his fingers in Rean's mouth, muddling any protests and sliding over his tongue. Meanwhile, he's finding a nipple and rolling his thumb over it, teasing without mercy.]

[He's going to come. He's going to come just from this level of stimulation and the hours of being on the edge of it and the hyper-sensitivity induced in his nerves by the implant. Unless he's denied that as well, but either way he's making a noise as those fingers slide over his tongue and his tongue presses up against them mindlessly, body jerking at the way the man is fondling his nipple, too sensitive and too upset to even try for words around what's in his mouth.]

[That was as strong a reaction as expected, but the point right now is to torture Rean with it, so for starters he has in fact set Rean's implant to not let him come. It just won't happen -- no matter how desperate he gets that signal just won't fire. Part of the fun of breaking in a new acquisition, the privilege this man has paid for, is to push Rean to the breaking point.

He pinches Rean's nipple gently, lightly tugging, and laughs.]

Your body's not your own anymore, is it? How does that feel?

[Awful. It feels awful. At least orgasm would be release but this is just... More build up. And he's starting to cry again, frustrated and scared at how out of control his own body is. Or out of his own control. It's entirely in someone else's and that's the truly awful and horrible thing.]

Sstop!

[He's slurring it from pleasure and shock at the way his nipples are being messed with, and of course around the fingers in his mouth, but still the fear and dismay is easy to pick up. Rean's always been an open book.]

It won't stop until you've given up.

[The man steps back, to fiddle with the controls. More holograms spawn -- a collection of hands of varying size and shape, some soft, some rough, all eagerly touching him. While his real human client goes to undress, Rean's being caressed from head to toe, all his most sensitive places pinched and teased and toyed with at once. His cock included, he's not spared a single spot, but at least his mouth is free and the phantom fingers aren't invading any other orifices.]

[He's crying again, harder, because the stimulation is way too much after hours of neglect and he can't even get release from it. For a little while he tries to make some kind of words, mostly stop, but by the time the man is finished undressing he can't even be that coherent.]

Having a rough time?

[The man returns undressed, already hard watching and listening to Rean.]

If you ask nicely, I'll let you come.

Please...!

[The word is dragged out of him, shameful, making him feel distantly sick and gross, but he feels almost like he'll die if he doesn't get some release, if he's wound up like this continuously he'll go crazy. That's probably hyperbole but it is way more than a pure guy like Rean is capable of processing all at once.]

Please what?

[There's no rush. The man's enjoying Rean suffer too much to let it end easily. Instead he's directing the hands to drag Rean to the bed, to hold him down on his knees while the man comes up behind him and starts to slide his fingers inside of him.]

Tell me you want it. Ask me to fuck you. That's all the worth you have.

[Fortunately for his very first costumer Rean isn't going to make it that easy on himself, biting his lip before more words can escape. Instead of begging he just whimpers and moans, tries alternately to pull away from the fingers pressing into him and push back against them.

He wants this yes but he hates wanting it. He's clinging to whatever he can of himself, to the thought that this isn't him, if he can just overcome this and not let it break him... He doesn't want to prove them right, at the very least, that he's a whore.]

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