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"I doubt you've had very many experiences." Jade also sets down his fork, reaching for his drink. "At any rate, I've promised to bring you. I know a few of the attendees are quite eager to meet you."

"Nah." Shrugging, he turns his attention back to his not yet empty plate. "What did you tell them? Bet it isn't about my cooking."

Which is alright. He hasn't forgotten what he's been mainly bought for. And it's still a compliment, isn't it? He relaxes again, nibbling on a small piece of meat. "So you're going to let them fuck me, I guess. Never had more than two at a time. Sounds fun." Partially, he's being sarcastic. But then he's also honestly curious what it'll be like. At least he doesn't think his assumption is wrong. "As long as we're not talking animals here."

"No, they're all human." Shinjirou is taking this better than he had thought. Perhaps this isn't much to him, after what had happened with Irvin.

"It shouldn't be much of a challenge for you, but I thought I should warn you ahead of time." As funny as it would be to drop him into it unawares, that would probably cross a line. "And besides, I'd like your input on something. Would you prefer to be tied up or free to roam around the party?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks," he murmurs, a bit surprised that Jade's nice enough to not send him into that kind of situation completely unprepared, but one raised eyebrow turns into two with Jade's next words. Slowly, he lowers the fork again, staring at Jade until he feels heat creep up his neck.

Roaming freely, people just grabbing and taking him as he moves through the crowd -- or lying around all night, constrained and ready for use. The pictures his mind paints are very detailed, but he no longer hopes in vain that Jade won't notice his thought process. Licking his lips, he makes his decision. Now he only has to admit it out loud.

"Tied up. I'd ... like that."

While Shinjirou is busy turning over the possibilities in his head, Jade finishes his dinner and sips at his tea, quietly meeting Shinjirou's stare. He doesn't smile, doesn't tease - just waits.

"Tied up how?" He presses. The choice isn't too surprising; Jade hadn't been certain what Shinjirou would choose, but it seems like he would enjoy having as little freedom as possible. "You've been thinking about it for awhile. You must have some ideas."

Of course he's also thought about the how. Having Jade ask makes him shift on his chair, pushing the remaining vegetables around when he normally doesn't like to see anyone play with his food.

"I want to be able to use my hands. Not in a way that I could free myself." He sits up straight, knowing very well by know that posture is important, especially when he's hit with the urge to curl up and make himself smaller. "Tie me up so I can still use my hands and mouth to -- to take care of the guests. I want them able to choose what part of me they're going to use."

Every word making its way out of Shinjirou's mouth fills Jade with warm satisfaction. Pride, too; he had done an excellent job on him.

"I'll see what I can do." The logistics may be a problem; it's much easier if he could have Shinjirou's arms and hands restrained too. Perhaps he could be bent over a bench and tied down there, or he could simply be chained to a wall - but no, that won't provide enough immobilization.

He has other plans in mind, but he'd rather not tell Shinjirou too much yet. "I think that will be all for now. The party will probably last all night. I suggest you get plenty of rest the day before."

"Thank you." The gratitude is real and he barely feels any embarrassment anymore. He blames spending too much time with Irvin for the latter. Being happy about getting tied down, that may just be him. "I'll prepare myself properly."

Mentally as well as physically. He'll need to hydrate himself, eat something light and go to bed early, take a thorough shower on the day itself and not let himself get too excited nor agitated. Sighing, he gets up to take care of their empty plates and cups.

"Are you going to watch them using me?"

"Probably not. I have people I need to speak with." He remains seated for the moment, watching Shinjirou clean up. "But there'll be plenty of other people watching."

He's still not entirely sure if Shinjirou has an exhibitionist streak or if he craves his attention specifically. Jade suspects it's the latter, but he may as well find out.

"Oh. I see." He fails to keep the disappointment entirely out of his voice. Jade watching him isn't as nice as Jade touching him, but it's still ... it grounds him. He can tell whether Jade approves or not as long as he's close and that, embarrassingly, matters to him a lot more than he'd like to admit.

Clearing his throat, he turns around, hands gripping the edge of the counter. "Dessert?"

Those three words are enough to confirm his suspicions, even without the barely-hidden gloom in Shinjirou's voice. He smiles inwardly, but his expression remains smooth as he shakes his head.

"Not tonight." He stands. "Thank you for the meal."

He doesn't say anything else on the matter until the day of the party, and not until they're inside the car and on their way to the gathering. The sunlight stripes through the windows in dark reds and burnt oranges; Jade has to squints slightly against the glare.

"We'll be there soon," he says, glancing over at Shinjirou when they stop at a traffic light. He had been allowed to dress for the journey. "You can talk tonight, but only once you're tied down."

He looks at him more closely. "Are you ready?"

Well, is he? He's gotten enough sleep and is wide awake at the moment, an undercurrent of energy buzzing under his skin, but otherwise he's calm. He's had three liters of water and tea, so he won't dry out within an hour. And he's squeaky-clean, too, though that's more for the guests than for himself. Hell, he's even combed his hair properly. He wants to do well tonight.

Shrugging, he looks over at Jade. "I think so, yeah. A bit nervous, maybe."

There's no sympathy from Jade. "It won't impact on your performance, I hope," he says, calm and detached.

The light turns green. Smoothly, he turns away from Shinjirou and starts driving again. Less than a minute to go, now.

Shinjirou spends his last moments in peace with himself, clearing his mind. He concentrates fully on his own breathing, in and out, in and out. Whatever his mind has already come up with, the party will probably be different and he needs to be aware of that especially now that they're going to arrive soon.

It works. When he gets to leave the car, he stretches and takes a quick look around without bothering too much about memorizing any details. He stays behind Jade, his eyes on the ground and his hands folded in front of his body, and he doesn't utter a single word. Being alert while not eavesdropping is hard, but he practiced a bit in his limited free time and it's a lot easier than it was with the first guest.

Even if he ends up not liking this particular activity, he wants to leave a good impression. For Jade. He's aware he's growing attached and that he shouldn't -- but he's rarely been this calm and confident about not panicking and that's thanks to Jade's help.

The place Jade had brought them to is a modern-looking building, all steel and glass and cold marble flooring. The lobby is well-lit but mostly empty; the lone receptionist is conversing with someone in low tones. Jade ignores them, leading the two of them down a sweeping staircase into the basement floor.

There are a few more people there. Jade takes a moment to make sure Shinjirou's collar is clearly visible before he goes to speak with a uniformed staff to sign in - with an identification number, names are rarely used in these sorts of gatherings. It only takes a few seconds before they're allowed to proceed into a function hall.

They've arrived early, so the hall is mostly devoid of guests. But there's still plenty of frantic bustle going on, with hired staff and slaves busy laying out food and drink, while some people, like Jade, are preparing their slaves for the night ahead. They're mostly scattered around the sides of the hall, in discreet but still easily-accessible locations. Some of the slaves are simply collared and chained like a dog outside its kennel; a few are completely immobilized, their skin half-hidden by ropes and silks; fewer still are placed in even more elaborate setups. Just from a glance, Jade can see a slave tied to a post, his back bared and waiting for a whip, while on the other side of the room there's a slave lying rigidly on a bench, surrounded by unlighted candles and bowls of heated wax.

Jade gives Shinjirou little time to look, bringing him directly to their assigned station. There's a short, cushioned bench there, as he had requested, along with a spreader bar and some rope. And plenty of lube, of course.

He sets his own bag onto the ground, retrieving a small box. "Strip," he orders. "Then get onto your knees and lie across the bench."

Shinjirou is probably nervous. He hadn't told him just how large the party would be, after all, or that there would be other slaves around. Jade doesn't pre-emptively reassure him; he's more interested in how Shinjirou reacts. Who knows, perhaps he might not even need reassuring.

Shinjirou would very much like to claim that his initial, instinctive reaction is one of disgust. That wouldn't be true. Instead of being repulsed, like he probably should be -- slaves lined up, nearly all of them chained to something or tied up, they're all people and they're all going to be used as if they weren't -- Shinjirou is relieved. He's not the only one and while most slaves look the part, there are a few who he would've never expected in the position they're currently in. One of them looks his way and their eyes meet for a brief moment: There's excitement and desire.

He takes a shallow breath and forces himself to drop his gaze to the floor again. That's where he's supposed to look, after all. Still, he glances at the masters and their slaves, the different ways in which they're bound by ropes, chains. Even those who haven't undressed yet are easy to spot, thanks to their collars. It makes him want to raise his hand and brush his fingers over his own. Instead, he raises his head higher as if to show it off. It stretches with every beat of his heart. Then they arrive ... and he doesn't know what exactly he expected anymore.

Heat spreading from his chest over the rest of his body, tips of his ears and cheeks burning the worst, he withstands the urge to touch the bench. He'll spend the entire night on it, there's no reason to give in to his curiosity, and Jade something to reprimand him for. Or to mock him. Neither is all that appealing, not when other people are around.

"Yes," he mutters, carefully pulling his clothes off, folding and setting them aside. He can feel a few eyes on him and ignoring them is difficult, but not impossible. They're wandering over everyone, he knows, the attention isn't really on him as a person. Dropping to his knees, he looks up at Jade. Drawing a last shaky breath, he moves forward and places himself on the bench as demanded. Having his chest pressed against something, he can feel just how fast his heart is hammering away. At least so far it's not too uncomfortable. That may change with the ropes and that thing. "Like this?"

"Stay there for a moment," he instructs, not replying to Shinjirou's question directly. Jade kneels as well, positioning himself behind Shinjirou, both hands braced on his hips as he judges the distance between their bodies. The bench is the perfect height; Shinjirou is easily accessible like this, and he doesn't have to strain himself if he really did mean to use him.

He moves to the front next, on his feet this time. His hand darts out to fist into Shinjirou's hair, yanking him roughly upwards until he's at eye level to his groin. Still holding on painfully tight, he turns Shinjirou's head this way and that, observing his flushed skin and the clean lines of his jaw and neck. He looks desirable enough, Jade decides. It would be even better if his lips are more swollen, his hair messier, but those would come soon enough.

"What do you think?" He asks, so casual that he might as well be asking Shinjirou's opinion on the food. "I thought I could leave your torso free."

Shinjirou had asked to be tied down, but he had seemed quite taken with the idea of being hauled around as well. Jade thought he may as well try incorporate that. Who knows when another opportunity like this will come along; it's not often that there will be so many anonymous bodies gathered around in one place, all of them clamouring for entertainment and pleasure.

It's all very technical and matter-of-fact, but that is somehow more exciting than being handled with great care. Jade's grip is firm enough to tear a few strands of hair from his skull, yet he keeps his gaze down, hissing quietly. This will be good, he thinks to himself. He will be good. Dropping his jaw, he opens and closes his mouth a few times. He's a bit tense, yes, and he'll need to relax before anyone decides to shove something into his mouth or ass. It helps that the tension is mostly him looking forward to whatever's coming next.

"Yes, sure." His eyes flick up to meet Jade's briefly; he licks his lips. "I like it."

He looks good when he licks his lips; as if he's about to put his mouth to good use. Jade doesn't see the need to tell him that, though. He holds on for a moment more, inspecting him closely, then lets go, already circling to stand behind him again without a second glance.

"Then lets secure you properly." He reaches for the bar first, testing its sturdiness. It would make a decent weapon, he thinks idly, hands busy getting it into place with one cuff around each of Shinjirou's ankles. If this was a shorter session, he would have spread Shinjirou's legs wider than would be comfortable. As it is, the fit is quite snug.

"I don't think you need this," he comments, making sure the cuffs are firmly secured but not too tight. "But I thought it might make for an interesting experience."

Experimentally, Shinjirou tries to close his legs -- won't work -- then spread them -- won't work either. He's only allowed a very narrow wriggle room. His breath hitches and he closes his eyes. Jade's right, he probably won't need this to keep his legs open all night for everyone, but the thrill of having no other choice makes his skin prickle from head to toe.

"Uh-huh." Right now he likes where this is going. There's hours ahead and questions he hasn't asked yet and probably won't, seeing as Jade's answers, if he gives them at all, often raise more questions instead of giving him any comfort. It isn't really necessary anyway. Jade may be secretive, but Shinjirou trusts him with this. Perhaps that's stupid.

Without any guidance on where to put his hands, he's fidgeting and tugging on the fabric of the bench. He's still nervous and he's being pretty obvious. That can't be all that big of a surprise to Jade and as long as he behaves himself, he's not too worried about getting into trouble for it.

The fidgeting doesn't escape Jade's notice. He reaches for the rope, uncoiling it.

"Cross your hands together behind your back." He had been planning on tying them together anyway, despite Shinjirou preferring otherwise, but now he has even better reason to do so.

"Yes." He obeys, biting back a frustrated whine. With his hands bound like that, using them for anything at all will be difficult, if not impossible. If Jade thinks it's the best option, he can't argue with that ... but he moves slower than he should when he twists his arms to stretch them out over his back and cross his hands like ordered to.

"Ah. I won't even be able to get up like this, right?" It's more a rhetorical question than one he wants an answer for. He'd lose his balance if he tried, he's pretty sure of that, but then he's also pretty sure he's not going to try getting up.

He's had plenty of practice at this. If he wanted to, he could have bound Shinjirou's hands together within a few seconds. But Jade takes his time, winding the rope slowly around his wrists, letting the Shinjirou feel the coarse texture. He tightens it quick little in jerks, and finally finishes it off with a complicated knot.

"I'm not going to tie you down to the bench if that's what you're asking." It's entirely possible that some of the rowdier guests may want to drag him around a bit. "But I expect you to be on your knees until I say otherwise."

He tests the knot a few times before letting go, satisfied. With a few deft movements, he folds up Shinjirou's clothes, then tucks them safely away into his bag.

"How does it feel so far?" He can hazard a guess, just based on what Shinjirou's body is telling him, but he's curious about his thoughts.

The longer Jade spends on tying him up, the more relaxed he becomes. His body lies heavy on the bench, face resting on one cheek, with his eyes half-closed. He can't hurt anyone like this and the utter relief that washes over him almost makes him tired. Thankfully, Jade's voice reminds him that he isn't here to take a nap.

"Yes, of course." At the moment, he can't think of any reason he'd want to get up without Jade's permission anyway. This is far nicer than it should have any right to be and he remembers Jade calling him a deviant -- if he still needed proof, well, Shinjirou's convinced he's right now.

"It feels really, really good," he says, although quietly and more towards the bench than Jade. And after a brief moment of silence he adds: "Safe."

Jade is about to throw him to the wolves and he thinks he's safe. It's probably wrong that the whole situation makes him feel vaguely amused.

"I'm glad to hear that," he responds, pleasant and cordial. "Let's continue."

And he's quiet for a few seconds as he reaches for the lube, coating his fingers with a generous amount. Without any fanfare, he spreads Shinjirou's cheeks wider with one hand, then squeezes his fingers in, immediately probing around for his sweet spot.