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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.

"Continue?"

He feels incredibly stupid for not expecting that move. Once it happens, it's obvious that this is only logical. Having him prepared for the first ... consumer, or whatever he's supposed to think of them. Still, he bites into the bench when Jade's finger stretches him open and digs in deep. Eyes squeezed shut, he tries not to make a sound.

Which proves a lot harder than expected when Jade doesn't just mechanically loosen him, but does his best to make him squirm. For a bit Shinjirou manages not to let that show, his hardening cock hidden below his body. Eventually, though, he gasps, fingers curling into his palms just as his toes curl as well. Raising his ass higher is a surprisingly difficult feat when he can't use his hands to push himself up; his attempt is rather miserable, though it does bring him a tiny bit closer to Jade and shoves the teasing fingers into him a bit harder.

"Jade." It's supposed to sound reproachful. Unfortunately, it comes out as a moan. If anyone's watching, he's not sure he wants to know.

"Yes?" Shinjirou is entirely helpless like this, and Jade takes full advantage of it, ghosting his fingers just above his sweet spot, then draws his fingers out entirely. A few seconds later, his fingers enter Shinjirou again, slickened with even more lube. He spreads it inside him, movements quick and random, even rougher than the first time. Rougher everywhere except where it actually counts, that is.

Perhaps not doing this in a more methodical manner had been a mistake. Jade can feel his own cock twitching; he's gotten so much lube into Shinjirou now, even if he isn't loose enough, his cock would still slide into him just as easily as his fingers do. Shinjirou would probably enjoy it too, if the moaning and fidgeting are anything to go by.

The lack of pressure is hard to ignore and he tries to follow Jade's fingers as they're pulled out. Thankfully, it doesn't last long and his relieved sigh, body relaxing for the intrusion, are easy signs of how much he enjoys this not so simple preparation. Tongue pushing into the surface of the bench, he moves back into the thrusts -- he can't angle them right, not with Jade changing where he's aiming at every time.

Groaning, he looks over his shoulder, though he can't see much in this position and with his focus blurring. "Please." What is he even asking for? Jade won't listen to his begging, even if he could tell him what he needs, which he isn't sure of. Definitely more. His body twists, constrained both by the bar and the rope. He's kept mostly in the same position, unable to do more than try and fail to control anything at all. It's incredibly frustrating; thrilling, too.

"Please."

Jade can't deny that he likes this, the breathy note of desperation in Shinjirou's noise, the sighs and the groans. But it would be bad form to make use of Shinjirou before the paying guests can, so he calmly ignores his growing lust.

It's not hard to guess what Shinjirou is begging for: more friction, more stimulation, more pleasure. "If you insist." He pushes his fingers as deeply inside as possible, right against Shinjirou's prostate. Already, it feels like Shinjirou's body is trying to suck his fingers deeper in. With a brisk roll of his shoulder, he pulls his fingers out again, only to start thrusting his fingers in and out of Shinjirou in earnest, rubbing over his sweet spot every single time.

It lasts for all of two seconds. Then he draws his fingers out one last time, wiping the excess lube off on the rim of Shinjirou's hole.

"I hope that was enough," he says pleasantly, fingers curling as he sees pink skin and glistening wetness. Shinjirou is more than ready.

But Jade isn't done yet. Quietly, he opens the box he had brought with him. There's a plug inside, smaller and slimmer than the toys he had bought with Shinjirou - it wouldn't be any good if he was too loose. Without telling Shinjirou what he's up to, he begins slathering the toy with lube.

That's exactly what he's been hoping for. His back arches, arms straining and fingers stretching out as if to free himself. It doesn't work, he knows it won't. Having proof of that has him moan without inhibition. So what if everyone can hear him? He won't be able to hold back all night anyway. The teasing lasts just long enough for his cock to start leaking, pre-come spreading over his stomach and chest where he grinds down on the bench.

He jerks violently when Jade pulls out and doesn't return for more. It's so good and he only needs a bit more, but Jade just won't give it to him and he can't even move freely to take care of it himself.

An angry no is stuck to the tip of his tongue. He bites down onto it, successfully keeping himself quiet. Reacting that harshly may amuse Jade when they're alone, but Shinjirou can't seem him appreciate that kind of behavior in public. He can feel, and see out of the corner of his eyes, that Jade is still there, though he can't tell what he's up to now. The bench swallows a whine that forces its way out of him, mostly, and he decides to push his face down just in case it happens again.

Preparing the toy doesn't take much concentration at all. He observes Shinjirou while he works, noting the way he physically suppresses himself. He'll have to train him out of such obvious tells someday, but for now, it's good. Honest.

When he's done, the plug is so slick that some lube drips onto the floor as he brings it up to tease at Shinjirou's hole. The tip sinks in almost instantly. In fact, it feels like the whole toy would just slide right in if he let it.

"It's not very big, I'm afraid." Jade rotates the plug as he pushes it in slowly, feeling his pulse spike just from how easy that first penetration was. The plug may not be huge, but it's still sizeable enough that he hadn't expected it to sink in that quickly.

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.

He twists it inside Shinjirou one last time before letting go, satisfied. His fingers are sticky with lube; he cleans them fastidiously with a tissue. "Make sure whoever decides to use you plugs you back up when they're done."

He fully intends to get Shinjirou uncomfortably full of come by the end of the night, and so sore he'll barely be able to walk. He's been planning it for the past few days, in fact - so it makes no sense that he still feels the urge to be the first to have Shinjirou. Shouldn't his desires have faded after thinking over them for so long?

After wiping his hand one last time, he reaches into the box for another item: a long strip of cloth, soft to the touch and dark maroon in colour. He holds it out for Shinjirou to inspect.

"I thought it might be interesting to blindfold you. I have some ear plugs as well. What do you think?"

Out here in public, there's only one right answer.

Naturally Jade won't let him come. He's mentally prepared himself for that and while he's not happy about it, all he does is deflate instead of loudly mourn and complain. Inwardly, he's cursing Jade for being a tease, yet he's proud that he doesn't feel the intense need to do it out loud. It's more rewarding, he's learned, to keep his mouth shut sometimes. A lesson he's glad for finally starting to get.

Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to move. He won't even know when someone's about to push into him, if someone else is watching, where he's going to be touched next. The thrill makes his groin tighten and his cock twitch -- but that's not the only reaction. He's going to be completely helpless and that's reason enough for his stomach to twist with anxiety. In the end, his breathless answer is a positive one, though: "Yes."

As if to invite Jade to secure the blindfold, Shinjirou closes his eyes and raises his head slightly. This is certainly better than letting a complete stranger do it to him when he's drunk and doesn't know what he's getting himself into -- and he really wants to know how it will feel when he can't do anything but feel.

However hesitant Shinjirou's answer had been, it's still agreement, and that's enough for Jade. Smoothly, he sets the blindfold over Shinjirou's eyes, tying it off in a quick motion entirely unlike what he had used with the ropes. The ear plugs come next, one popped quickly into each ear, barely visible from the outside.

There's no mention of a safeword this time. Jade expects Shinjirou to take what he's given (preferably without complaint); he chose this, he has to endure it.

"Can you hear me?" Jade asks, not expecting an answer.

Odd. He's seen and heard the crowd, people giving instructions, laughter, heated discussions. It's all gone in the blink of an eye, literally. Disoriented, he turns his head. Pressing his body into the bench and digging his knees into the floor is all he can do to make sure he's still where he was a second ago. He's been worried that he'll lose track of time tonight, but now he's certain of it.

Kneeling here, bound and most of his senses taken from him ... he doesn't even know whether Jade's still there or if he just left right away, now that he's finished the preparations. No amount of squirming and stretching enables him to reach far enough to see if anyone is nearby. Hell, they could just take a step back the moment he moves. Blind, deaf, and immobile; he's glad he's had the chance to start taking the suppressants again.

It takes a while before he gives up and lowers his head, lying perfectly still. There's nothing he can do but wait until someone touches him and even then, his options will be limited. He squeezes around the plug; in this setting, that may be an okay way to distract himself and it's definitely pleasant.

There's over ten minutes before the party truly begins. Jade uses that time to finish tidying up: folding Shinjirou's clothes and stashing them away, arranging the lube and the box for the plug in easily-accessible locations, and cleaning his hands again. He keeps an eye on Shinjirou while he does, watching the subtle movements of the plug as his body clenches and unclenches, obviously seeking satisfaction. It's enough to send a low buzz of anticipation running through Jade.

He dismisses it for the moment. The first guests are being allowed in; Jade takes some food and goes to stand somewhere out of the way, discreetly keeping an eye on Shinjirou while he waits for his contacts to arrive.

Almost immediately, some of the guests head towards the entertainment, keen to have their fun before anyone else. A scream rings through the room - pain or pleasure, Jade can't tell, and the sound is cut off before he can pinpoint its source.

Shinjirou isn't the first to be approached, but he isn't the last, either. It's a man Jade had noticed prowling around the room, hungrily looking at each station as he tries to make his choice. It seems like he had settled on Shinjirou, and he doesn't hesitate now that he's decided. Almost violently, he rips the plug from Shinjirou's hole and tosses it into the box. Less than a second later, he's ramming his already-hard cock into Shinjirou, hands flat on Shinjirou's back and slamming him down hard against the bench.