There is more. Not a lot, like Jade says, but his body gladly takes whatever small pleasures it's given. Shinjirou doesn't hiss out of pain; he's so easy. No push or pull necessary, his body tries to swallow the toy all by itself. And it's good, that bit of pressure, the stretch of his hole. Gathering every bit of discipline he has, he holds perfectly still, except for a shiver he can't control.

"Thank you," he moans, stupidly. For not leaving him empty and possibly waiting a long time before someone decides to use him. There are a lot of options available and while he can glimpse a few people staring at him, he isn't sure he'll be the top choice of the night. With that many slaves around, many of them prettier and, he assumes, even younger ... having a toy to squeeze is a gift.