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The market is, objectively speaking, a miserable place. Precious few of the merchandise are happy to be there, nude and bound and collared - sometimes even caged - free for every prospective customer to examine. Few of the customers are happy either. Prices are high, and the press of so many bodies create a stifling atmosphere.
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
All in all, it is exactly what Jade had expected. He strolls leisurely through the market, not particularly bothered by what is going on around him. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen for this assignment. Today is his first day at the market; he's meant to speak with the vendors, make connections, and walk away with a cheap but handy acquisition.
He's working on the last part now. It's surprisingly difficult to find someone useful and docile, but still with some spirit left - he does not trust the older slaves who are complacent with the system.
It's during his second time looping through the market that someone catches his eye - for all the wrong reasons. He stops, stares at the familiar figure in front of him, an uncharacteristically surprised expression flashing over his face.
Then he's smiling again. He's still unsure if this is a good turn of events, but perhaps he could use this to his advantage.
"My my, I didn't expect to see you here."
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He doesn't expect to be allowed cheating during the next lesson and drinking, to him, is just that.
Biting into his bottom lip keeps the desperate fuck from spilling out and his knuckles turn white where he holds onto the couch. As slowly as Jade's hand moves, he can feel every change in texture. Some spots on Jade's palm are soft, others rough and press into his tender skin.
Being teased like this makes it nearly impossible to both keep quiet and still. He doesn't really manage either, body trembling as if he were freezing to death, and odd, strangled noises breaking out of his throat.
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Once he reaches the top, he lets go, only to start from the base of his cock again, just as tortuously slow as before. At the same time, he places the fingers of his free hand into his mouth, wetting them with quick swipes of his tongue. He wastes no time in bringing those fingers down again, this time to tease at the edge of Shinjirou's hole.
"You're doing a good job so far," he murmurs approvingly. Jade allows his head to rest at the crook of Shinjirou's neck, all the better to hear the frantic beat of his pulse and feel the way he's shivering violently. His reactivity is...arousing, and Jade has to resist the urge to free his quickly hardening cock from the confines of his pants. He has to set an example here.
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It's by sheer luck that the curse he's about to mutter under his breath gets caught in his throat and instead an odd sort of hiccup comes out. Pushing back against Jade's fingers that tickle him so nicely, or thrusting into Jade's firm grip, would instantly bring relief. He mustn't do either and somehow, draining himself in the process, he manages to hover (more or less) quietly over Jade's lap.
The shivering won't stop, alas. And his cock doesn't seem to care either, pre-cum leaking, a drop of it running down as Jade's hand moves up again. It smears in-between their skin and the sensation makes him jump, once.
"Sorry. Won't -- won't happen again."
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"I've only touched you a few times, and you're already this wet." The fingers of his other hand are moving in slow circles too, still teasing at Shinjirou's hole, exerting the lightest possible pressure. "Are you this easy for everyone?"
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"No. It's--" Hard to admit and thankfully his entire body is already flushed, possibly hiding the reddening of his cheeks. He takes his hand off Jade's shoulder and taps his fingers against the collar tight around his neck. "It's this. The situation."
Not being allowed certain things -- some of which he's yet to figure out -- trying to hold still, the teasing. And then the collar around his neck, the chain running down his chest. It's exciting. He should hate every bit of it, shouldn't he? He can't. Other wrong things he's done with other guys before don't even come close to this.
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Dipping his head, he runs his tongue along Shinjirou's fingers, along the edge of the collar and against his neck. "A pity," he breathes into Shinjirou's ear, trying to keep his voice steady. "I was having such fun imagining you lose yourself to other men."
After one last press of his thumb right against the slit, he wraps his hand around Shinjirou's length again and begins to jerk him off, faster this time. It takes some concentration to continue moving the fingers of his other hand in circling motions at the same time. Which is good; it distracts him from his aching arousal. He'll take care of it later, by himself. Right now is Shinjirou's time.
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The most he's gotten out of other guys that is comparable to this is his hair being pulled on in the throes of passion and he likes that, too, but it's not half as intoxicating as being steered into whatever direction another man wants. He's not sure he'll be able to walk after this. His legs are weak from holding up his body, shaking too much, and now he's also trying not to spurt onto Jade's clothes which requires more restraint than he's capable of. His muscles visibly contract; he wishes he knew what to do, but all he can see is himself spreading his legs for a shadowy figure and Jade watching over them.
"You'll watch, tomorrow?" His voice is weak and raw when he breathes against Jade's cheek. "Please."
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He inhales sharply, trying to will away the stutter in his breath. "Since you asked so nicely..." Precome is still beading from the head of Shinjirou's cock, trickling down the shaft, and each movement of Jade's hand leaves behind sticky trails. He has to take another deep breath before he feels steady enough to continue speaking. "I'll consider it."
Shinjirou must be getting close now, and Jade gives his cock one more tug, to bring him even closer to the edge. Then, without warning, he stops.
Both his hands go to rest around Shinjirou's hips, and he smiles, confident and steady once more now that the immediacy of the situation is gone. "I think that's enough for tonight."
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"Yes, please. Please consider it." He's right on the edge, lower abdomen tightening in a spasm and he fears he will lose it right there -- and then the warm, firm grip is gone.
No, he's not one to whine, normally. Yet normally he's allowed to get off. And so a low whine does spill out, his mouth quickly pressed into Jade's throat to stifle himself. "No." His yearning is a thick layer on his otherwise breathless voice. He leans back to look at Jade, who seems a bit blurry. "Why?"
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"You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." His voice is still a bit breathy, but Jade isn't too concerned. It's not like Shinjirou is in any state to notice, desperate as he is. "You'll need your rest."
He pushes at his shoulders lightly. "Get up and come with me. I have a futon set up for you in my bedroom."
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"I can't sleep like this."
Without a doubt he knows that Jade won't want him to touch himself. No, he needs to learn some discipline and keep his hands off his aching cock. His fingers flex and he cups himself without skin touching skin, merely giving an idea of what it'd be like ... just one, two pulls and he could come, he's certain.
He's unsteady on the way to the bedroom, waiting at the door for Jade to let him in; it's less a sign of being obedient and more that he needs to catch his breath.
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The futon is laid out neatly on the ground right next to Jade's own bed. It's nothing fancy, but it's comfortable enough, with a light quilt to ward off the chill. "Lie down," Jade says, knowing the fabric will feel temptingly good against Shinjirou's bare skin. But what is the point of a challenge if it's too easy?
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"Is this your way of making sure I won't try to escape?" The blanket rustles when he moves. He can't find a position that is at the same time comfortable and not tantalizing. It doesn't help that his thighs have already become sticky as well as part of the fabric and his stomach. "I won't, so ... please let me finish."
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He doesn't plan on explaining himself, especially when Shinjirou isn't supposed to be doing any asking. But these are still the early days; there's plenty of time to continue disciplining him later, when he's more likely to take those lessons to heart. "Do you remember what you said earlier? You can be good. Well, here's your chance to prove it."
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"Prove it, like this?" Why can't he start proving himself tomorrow, he thinks, why does it have to be right away and in this manner. He falters, hugging himself beneath the blanket. "I ... will sleep now."
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He feels guilty, almost, as the water sends the mess swirling down the drain, but it's always been easy for him to shake off vague, half-formed feelings. He's cool and composed again when he steps out of the bathroom, limbs heavy with lazy satisfaction. After making sure Shinjirou hadn't come, he climbs into his own bed and lets tiredness overtake him.
At exactly seven o'clock the next morning, he wakes without an alarm to prompt him. After a few minutes to mentally schedule his day, he rises, goes to crouch beside Shinjirou again, and shakes him firmly on the shoulder.
"Good morning. It's time to wake up."
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Disoriented -- and with a headache he quickly notices as he's shooting up and away from the hand -- he looks left and right. Trying to make sense of his whereabouts.
As soon as he remembers, he wishes he wouldn't. A dark, cool heaviness plummets into his stomach and he reaches for the collar. Yes, it's still there. And he remembers the way he behaved just a few hours ago, too. Cringing, he glances at Jade.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm awake. Thanks for the heart attack."
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"I'll try to be more gentle next time." He says, clearly not meaning it. "Now, go make some breakfast. I'm in the mood for eggs and toast today. I'd like to have tea, but you can brew some coffee for yourself if you need it."
With how much and how quickly he had drunk last night, Jade would be very much surprised if Shinjirou doesn't have at least a small hangover.
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Hot water, hell, even ice cold water sounds like heaven to him. Washing the sweat and come off his body won't erase the past, but it'd at least take the constant reminder away.
"Shit, my head hurts," he murmurs, trying to get up without losing, nor tangling himself up in the blanket.
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Shinjirou is beginning to grow rebellious again, he can tell. It was probably due to embarrassment, or perhaps shame, or maybe he's beginning to resent his situation now that he's sober again. But whatever his reasons, Jade can't tolerate dissent.
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And he hates that Jade will look at it and know that he's the reason for this sight and in turn, Shinjirou will be forced to remember even more distinctly how desperate he was.
Nevermind. If he runs off to the kitchen quickly, then he can wear the apron for a bit until breakfast is ready. It's not the greatest strategy he's ever come up with, true, but he's not looking for great solutions here.
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Carefully, he runs two of his fingers along the edge of one of the bigger stains on Shinjirou's thigh, feeling some of the dried crust peel off and flake onto the futon. He'll need to be washed before his guest comes, but for now, Jade finds that he enjoys seeing him so visibly marked.
He raises his eyes again, looking directly at Shinjirou. "You did do well last night, you know."
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Especially in his position. A slave.
He shudders, glancing at Jade when he hears him speak up again. It feels like ants crawling under his skin and heat rises into his face. He shouldn't feel proud; he does, but biting into his lips keeps him from smiling. "Yeah?"
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