filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

Not at all. I can sell the right to dispose of you for more than it cost to buy you. You see, by coming here, such clients avoid the trouble of making a purchase, transporting you, or cleaning up the mess. We're also quite discreet. Men of wealth find the convenience worth the cost.

[The painkiller is really effective! It has a slight healing agent, and it'll also get Rean... pretty darned high.]

Of course the profit margin is much higher if you perform well, but I won't be at a loss either way, so it's to your benefit to fit in. Did Gaius tell you that, or was he trying to spare your feelings?

[As it kicks in he blinks kind of... owlishly. It starts to feel better but... He's never been drugged up before outside of surgery, and this is different. ]

He told me. I don't really understand it.

[He's not stupid but he really doesn't understand why anyone would want to hurt someone, kill them, for any reason, especially pleasure. It seems beyond foreign to him. And incredibly awful.

But even if he could grasp that anyone would want to do that to someone else... he doesn't really want to understand anyone that could buy or sell lives like that.]

...What was in that...? I feel weird.

It's a pain killer and a slight healing agent. There are side effects, but they wear off after an hour or two.

[It feels nice though. Relaxing. And every single person who works here is taking it every day.]

Now, let's begin. Lie back and spread out.

[He's high but "side effects". Like feeling way less bad than he should right now?

The implication is alarming and he'll think about it more later. Right now he just feels weirdly muddled. Which doesn't really translate to particularly obedient.]

I don't want to.

[He doesn't even sound very fussed about it, just confused. He knows he's scared, but part of being relaxed and high is that it's kind of removed, confusing but not as immediately distressing.]

You don't have a choice.

[He'll just summon up the controls and force it. No hesitation there. He doesn't care that much about Rean following orders just yet. He's just going to make a doll of him until he's too fucked up to resist.]

[He makes a distressed noise as it's forced, finding himself doing as the man wants despite himself, tears stinging his eyes in distress. ]

...

[He doesn't have anything to say really. Laying down and spreading his legs is plenty distressing. He isn't up for more questions at this point. ]

Good. Now, there's a part of the system you didn't use yesterday that I'd like you to get familiar with.

[Simon reaches into a drawer in the bed-side table, pulling out some futuristic magic wand looking device.]

This can be whatever your clients want it to be. It works with the hologram system, but it's more... hands-on.

[He flips a switch, and there's a blue glow coming from the wand. When he runs the tip down Rean's chest, it feels cold as ice.]

Let's start with this.

Ah!

[He makes a startled noise, flinching at the cold touch. He cringes away from it, weirdly torn between the drugs and the discomfort she of course what he's forced to do, which is lay here obediently.]

Cold can be quite stimulating, hm?

[He runs the icy wand down to Rean's navel, then back up to circle a nipple, ever-so-gently.]

But there are infinite other options.

[He changes the setting, still pulling the wand over Rean's torso, and the glow is a rosy colour -- now every touch sends a jolt of pleasure, isolated to that spot.]

Nm!

[More soft noises of discomfort and pleasure, his breath picking up and his cheeks flushing.]

Okay, I get it! Please don't...

You'll have to get used to it eventually, Rean.

[He sets the wand aside for the moment, picking up a small case he'd brought with him instead.]

Get on your knees.

[He rolls to his side, sliding up on his knees. It's pointless to ask this to stop but he wants to. ]

What's in there?

Something I should have done last night.

[It's... a rod with a metal end? He's fiddling with that end, rolling a few moving pieces. Then he hits a button and it starts to glow -- this time, the glow of hot metal. It's a brand Rean you're property.

He runs his hand up Rean's back, stopping at the top of to press and smooth out the skin.]

Don't move.

[And then he's pressing the brand against Rean's skin between his shoulders, over his spine just below his neck. He's on painkillers bit they're not enough for this at all.]

[He only has a moment to feel scared before the pain at least. He's definitely going to jerk away, or try, but if he's stuck obeying he's just going to scream. It's way too much, he's already running on trauma. He's shutting down, emotions kind of flatlined under the pain, tears running down his cheeks as his skin sears.

He's yelling, begging Simon to stop, and then, as his skin takes the brand, he's cursing him too, but he's hardly aware of it. He isn't aware how his eyes have gone from fuschia to red or his hair from black to white or how his screaming had turned into furious, guttural howling growls.]

[That's... unexpected, to say the least. Fortunately Rean is being forced to obey, so he can't get violent. But it's disturbing and when the brand is pulled away, Simon gets up off the bed to get a better look.]

...Sit up.

[He glares, furious, sitting up and staring at the man with open murder in his eyes which is a pretty stark difference to the fear and hesitation and gentleness before.

The only noise he makes is a growl. ]

What is this?

[Hmm COULD THIS BE MARKETABLE...]

Can you speak?

Can you die?

[It's more a rhetorical angry sneer than an actual question, every part of Rean straining against the compulsion that keeps him from moving and tearing this man's throat out]

Hm. Cute.

[Definitely marketable. The sadists will love it.]

Does this happen often?

[There's silence. Not so much stony as it is obviously insulting.]

[That's fine. He's had feisty ones before.]

You're very flashy, I'll give you that. But you've already been told what happens when you're not agreeable. Should I demonstrate?

[This part of Rean is really uncooperative, sneering at Simon. It's a hollow defiance though, he's about a breath from passing out to the pain of his brand and the exhaustion of the last day on top of the trauma of losing his home. Whatever this part of Rean is, it's still as damaged as the rest of him.]

[Passing out would have been a way more anticipated reaction to the branding tbh. But Rean's still awake right now and walking away would not be establishing dominance, so he instead just very casually makes a screen gesture that'll light Rean's body up in the feeling of being burned everywhere.]

This is just the beginning. You should think about that.

[He screams. Furious, murderous, but that really does have him passing out properly, regardless of whatever fortitude this part of him possesses that's more than he can take, it seems.

His hair turns normal again at least, while he's passed out. ]

[HOW INTERESTING.

Rean is left to sleep again. When he gets up, this time he's alone, and he can do whatever he wants in his room or around the building. He can see the gardens, the clinic, the bar, the view of the busy street outside. No one comes to bother him for a WHOLE DAY except the tailor (an energetic young woman) popping in to take his measurements and ask him what colours he likes.

But then it's evening again, and his master appears in the doorway with a bag full of who knows what implements.]

How are you feeling?

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