None of the men are anywhere close to gentle. In the beginning, it's a relief. No playing pretend, no holding back. They laugh when he chokes on their cocks, when he sobs and writhes. Over time he forgets about Jade's odd friend. There's too many who push into him, fill him up and cover him in their come. At one point it feels like he's lost consciousness for a bit, but he isn't sure of that.

He's melting in their hands until he's completely mellow and tame and his body heat is too intense to feel any pain. How often his body contracts around their cocks and splatters onto the floor he doesn't know -- he's never empty and perhaps he never stops coming either. It's only a few drops after the first few times, then nothing at all.

The last guy props him up against the wall after noticing that he can't hold his balance anymore. That's nice. Shinjirou smiles up at him, the man's sticky mess dripping down his chin. Then he's alone. The plug isn't big enough any longer to keep him shut, almost slipping out of his messy hole.

Belatedly, Shinjirou notices that Jade's back. He glances at him, arms flexing. Now that there are no bodies to keep him warm, he's getting cold and the pressure of bruises blossoming under his skin has returned. He sits upright, favoring one side to the other, breathing in a shallow rhythm. And he watches Jade, waiting for some sort of comment. Approval, disappointment, anything.