"Good boy," he says, once Shinjirou had quieted down and resigned himself to his fate. His own cock is still hard, as hard as Shinjirou's, the urgent throb of blood demanding his attention. Nothing, not even his disgust at himself, is enough to flag his arousal.

But he has to set an example. Jade allows his attention to wander, going from the dog and his bitch - because that's all Shinjirou is now - to the clock, then back to the television. The same reporter is still speaking, but now that the scene in front of him is over, Jade is able to focus on the voice again. It's an incomprehensible buzz at first, but as he comes down from his high, the quiet drone resolves itself into words. A chance of rain tomorrow; he makes a note to bring an umbrella.

And - ah yes. "Don't lose focus," he warns Shinjirou. "Even if Irvin is finished with mating you, you still need to be ready to attend to him."