filetofish | PSLS BECAUSE GAY

The only worm I see is you, asshole.

[He's not coming this time, backing towards the bathroom.]

[Ah, what a bad boy. The man shakes his head, bearing down on Rean with quick, sure steps. He can hide in the bathroom but it has no lock.]

You keep pushing it. I like that.

[Yeah he's bolting. Even if he can't lock himself in he can slam the door and brace himself to hold it shut as well as he can with a cracked wrist and cracked ribs. Desperation lends a bit of strength but it's an uphill battle he was losing before he started.]

[He stands outside the door and waits, patiently, for some time.]

Are you catching your breath? How long do you think you can hide?

[The psychological game is also fun.]

Just curious but do you pay by the hour or the injury? I really hope it's by the hour.

[He's freaking out in here, and it's hard to maintain full pressure on the door when there's nothing trying to force it, but he knows if he relaxes he might be caught off guard. This sucks a lot.]

Count your bones, kid. I'm going to see how many I can break before you pass out.

[He is in fact waiting for Rean to let up pressure. He can see the way the door is pressed, and the instant it lets up he'll kick it in all at once.]

Have you considered fishing as a hobby? Or like, extensive therapy? You seem like you belong at the very least in an asylum.

[He's weak and shaky from pain but it will still take a little while until he lets up pressure. And when he does it's because the strain on his ribs forces him to stop, nearly collapsing with the pain.]

[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.]

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