filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

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.]

There's no reason to resist.

[Although it is awfully cute. The man is skillfully fingerfucking him now, dragging fingertips against Rean's prostate while the hologram hands continue to tease him.]

This is your life now. Everything you knew til today is gone. You exist to get fucked by men like me, and that's all you'll have for the rest of your life. Resisting is only an insult to everyone else who's working hard at their jobs.

Ah--nmm!

[He can't really respond, when he can't form words. He can barely form thoughts. This is all way way way too fast and too much and he's breathing in uneven sobs. His legs spread and his body leans forward unconsciously, giving the man more access even while his mind tries to resist.

It feels like his mind is just compressing under the pleasure, all other thoughts squeezed out, focusing just on wanting more, wanting to come, wanting even to be fucked like this. Yet even thinking that is pretty shameful, and he inhales with a sharp, unhappy noise.

How long will this guy tease him this way before he gets bored? Can Rean just endure it with his nerves set to many times normal human sensitivity? He's pretty sure he can't but he can't forgive himself if he doesn't try.]

We can do this all night. But you know, you'll have to meet your co-workers tomorrow.

[The torment is relentless, hands both real and fake taking possession of Rean's body. The man doing it meanwhile sounds nothing but smug.]

Are you really going to look them in the face and say you're better than them? You're too good to work with them? What a selfish boy.

Nnno...

[It's a pretty one-sided conversation still, though the tone of Rean's noises is distressed denial over the other distressed and slutty moaning.

He's not trying to act like he's better than anyone. He's not trying to be better than anyone! He can't really defend himself verbally though, he wouldn't have the coherence.

But the words get to him, lodge somewhere in his chest like barbs. Making him feel ashamed for other reasons, but without really the mental capacity to understand why at the moment.]

If you're not above it, give up. You already know you're not changing your future by struggling. What do you hope to accomplish?

[He laughs again, addressing the screen with his free hand. The hologram shifts a little, and now amongst the hands is a cute girl's head giving Rean a really good blowjob.]

[He almost screams, the noise coming out more a broken sob. It's good, but it's horrible. He hates this, but he wants more. He's a mess, and the man might be right, that he's not doing himself any favors, that he might not change anything with his struggles.

It's not really conscious thought so much as just being overwhelmed that has him crying and whispering;]

Please, please. Please...please...

[A barely coherent mantra that even he's not sure what he's asking. For this to end, for the man to fuck him, for this to be a nightmare, maybe even just to die, he feels so overwhelmed and overstimulated not existing might be the only relief from it.]

All you have to do is say it. Unless you want to be like this for a few more hours.

[Either way is nice honestly. He's patient. Watching Rean is almost as nice as fucking him will be.]

I could go read a book.

[He needs to say it but he can't get the words out. Even the please is choking him, making his throat so tight he feels like he can't breathe.

He's certainly a pretty picture though, lost in pleasure so intense it's obviously painful, unending and more that frustrating, it's tormenting, really more like torture, constantly stimulating already over-stimulated nerves.

Really the man is just getting choked moans in response now, desperate but incoherent.]

Alright, then. You'll receive mercy when you do as you're told.

[He gets up, leaving a hologram to do the fingering in his place. He could just act on the obvious incoherency but it wouldn't do to let a whore get away with not following orders.

He'll go sit down instead, leaving Rean to be tortured indefinitely. He can wait.]

[The man gets two more ours of this show before whatever mental faculties Rean had remaining just break down and he's screaming himself hoarse. Countless not-quite orgasms, too much stimulation, his mind spiraling in shame and trauma topped on top of the trauma that landed him here in the first place.... He doesn't even have a single coherent thought left in his head to block out the need anymore.

At least while he's screaming he's managing words sometimes;]

Please! ...Please! Fuck me! Fuck me! LET ME COME! PLEASE!!

There we go.

[Totally relaxed, the man gets up from the chair, approaching Rean again with the hover screen in tow. He takes a moment to line up, then quickly and cruelly sheathes himself in Rean's ass. He turns off the orgasm block in the same moment.]

[It's the most intense orgasm he's had in his life. The way it hits him making him bite off all sound, all breath, he can't even moan or scream, he's just falling as forward as the hands let him, shuddering, tight around the man's cock as he experiences release, finally.

If he was already sensitive from the programming before, it's going to be worse in a moment, while his body's recovering from this, but right now he doesn't realize it, when he's already struggling to not pass out with the intensity of the experience.]

[The best part is the arousal programming hasn't been released either. He can get off now, but he can't actually cool down. He just has to endure it, as he's being roughly fucked.]

Now isn't this better?

[No part of this is better. Well, maybe actually getting off is a little better, but it comes with it's own torture as he can't even calm down, he's left frustrated, tears streaking down his face as the fucking drags him from the edge of semi-consciousness back into reality.

Being fucked.... This isn't ever how he imagined making love, not ever, and he hates it, but here they are and he shakes his head a little in answer, this is the worst.]

Hmm, well. You'll come to crave it, in time.

[Right now though... Right now Rean's just being slammed into hard and fast. The holograms remain, the forced arousal remains, and he's used that way for a solid twenty minutes before the man comes inside him.

His client gets up and goes to have a quick shower and get dressed. The system stays engaged the whole time though -- it's only when he's on his way out that he turns it off, giving Rean his body back for now.]

You've been a good boy, but you'll have to be better or you'll end up served to way more sadistic customers than me. Keep that in mind.

[It's good advice. Almost friendly advice if not for everything. Rean barely hears it after all this. It's been hours, he's physically and mentally exhausted, and the moment he's actually allowed to sink onto the bed with no more forced pleasure, without being made to come, or stay hard, he's sobbing in relief.

He probably won't remember the warning or about half the encounter as more than hazy pleasurable trauma.

At any rate he's passing out, a kind of gross mess, even though he'd love to try to escape or AT LEAST get clean, his body and mind can't handle being awake for even another minute.]

[Fortunately for Rean, he's left to get plenty of sleep. Unfortunately, he's still going to wake up a gross mess in a brothel. It's afternoon by then, though, and he's woken up not by anything scary or painful but by a gentle knock on his doorframe. The young man standing in the doorway with a tray of very tasty-smelling breakfast looks about Rean's age, and is dressed in a luxurious lounge robe.]

Rise and shine.

[He doesn't look very sunshiney himself, but he's doing his best. It's just hard to smile, when he knows how awful the first day is for newbies.]

[The sleep was much needed but waking up is... Bad. It's painful, for one thing, his muscles are sore and his ass hurts and he feels gross over every inch of his body.

And now someone has arrived and he has to pretend to be a person and not just sink into further depressed sleep. At least he's groggy enough the shame only makes him tomato red instead of actually combust on the spot, pulling a sheet unsteadily over himself as he sits up and looks at the guy in the doorway.

He probably should find food appetizing, he hasn't eaten in... He doesn't even remember. Before the hospital. But the smell only makes him queasy.

He's examining the guy though, pretty, in a nice robe, looking friendly and warm so... Probably not anyone here to fuck with him, probably just a "coworker".

Somewhere, from the depths of his very bruised soul, he summons a faint and friendly expression, trying for a smile.]

Sorry, I guess I slept in...

That's more than understandable.

[Once Rean's up he comes in, setting the tray (a full breakfast with lots of meat and veggies) on the end table and lifting a hand to feel Rean's forehead. He moves slow though, conscious of Rean's mental state.]

Your name is Rean, right? I'm Gaius.

[He tries so hard not to flinch at the touch. He really does. But he tenses and makes just the littlest negative reaction anyway. He's traumatized and tired. The things said to him last night have sunk in as well, so there's some amount of confused guilt.

He might have the slightest fever, a new implant in his brain and stress and exertion to the level of last night are a lot for a body, even a young and healthy one. He's probably pretty dehydrated at this point on top of that, but the food still seems the opposite of appetizing. He doesn't say so though.]

Yeah. Nice to meet you Gaius.

I wish it were under better circumstances.

[Gaius nay not be a mind reader but after being here awhile it's pretty easy to guess what's going through Rean's mind. He's been there. He's seen other people go through it, way more than anyone should.

In respect for that he moves slowly and carefully as he pours icy water from a pitcher he brought into a glass and hands it over, sitting delicately at the edge of the bed.]

You might not be feeling up to it, but you should have breakfast. They won't be easier on you if you get sick.

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