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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.

The time he's left alone he spends counting, at first. He'd like to know, at least in general, how long he's waiting. Some sort of direction he can cling to. However, when he thinks he feels a breath of air on his exposed back it's enough of a distraction to have him forget how far he's counted already.

Writhing for a moment, he tries to accept that he's lost his last way of knowing the time and therefore, his last chance to orient himself, apart from when someone's touching him. He learns too soon that the latter isn't very soothing.

No chance to prepare himself -- thankfully Jade's taken care of the physical side -- and then the sharp rip of the plug when it's yanked out of him. He's cold for a second, freezing with fear, clenching. Despite the quick bout of panic, his body takes the unknown man's cock with ease: He's slick and still aroused. No wonder it fits. Yet it also stings worse than anything he's ever felt before and it doesn't help much that the man has a crushing grip as well.

It's more than uncomfortable, his cock pressing into the bench, the man bearing down with his entire weight. He swallows on his own spit, half-coughing, half-moaning. Jerking against the hold does nothing at all. His cock is still painfully squashed and he can't do anything about it. He's forced to take it, just like he wanted it to be.

The fabric over his eyes dampens and he prays no one's around to notice, not that it'd matter in the end. The most sensitive parts of his body burn like hell and each rough thrust pushes him closer to giving up the last bit of dignity, to whimpering, until he finally does. Which is the same moment he feels that familiar heaviness in his groin that'd normally make his cock twitch. If being noisy is what turns this into not just bearable, but arousing, then it's better to let the desperate whines out. He'll have to deal with only being able to hear himself and nothing else, somehow, and not knowing how loud he really is for everyone else.

Even just a few seconds of watching is enough to tell Jade that the man is out to cause pain. He grunts, satisfied and annoyed both when his cocks slides easily in, only to smile when Shinjirou chokes.

Shinjirou must be in pain, Jade thinks, seeing the blindfold darken with spots of moisture. But it's only going to worsen. When the man reaches out to grab fistfuls of hair, Jade feels his own scalp prickle with sympathy pains. It's unusual for him - and he's still detached enough from the situation to be curious about his body's reactions.

Not for long, though, as the man yanks Shinjirou's head up, then shoves it down again, all in time with his thrusts. The sudden show of power captures Jade's attention immediately. For a moment, he forgets that he's trying to be subtle and just watches, eyes narrowing slightly.

He yelps when his head is yanked back; he hasn't seen that coming, though maybe he should have expected this kind of treatment. His arms twist, uselessly, rubbing up and down in the narrow space he can move them. All over his body, his muscles are tense. They're twitching, in his upper arms and thighs. He gulps every breath of air down, chest rising and falling rapidly.

It hurts, from head to toe, and his hackles are raised with the anticipation of new pain. If only he could tell what the man's going to do next, then at least the shock wouldn't worsen the burn and press of the raw handling he's being put through. Disgusting, but he's relieved that Irvin took him a few times. This feels more like being taken by the dog than by another man.

His jaw bursts with pain when it hits the bench and spit drips onto the surface with the next wet, gurgling inhale. Tongue tasting slightly of iron and salt, he voluntarily pushes himself into the bench. Every thrust rocks him forward and while he can't hear it, he can feel the impact. Without the lube, without Jade opening him up beforehand ... he doubts he'd have been able to bear the man. His insides are on fire, each sharp snap of the man's hips running straight up his spine into his brain, and soon he's shaking from the intensity.

Perhaps the next fuck won't be as raw -- else he's going to be horrifyingly sore before midnight. "Hurts, hurts," slips out once and hopefully, it's inaudible. He lets his groans pitch higher and louder for it, trying to make up for speaking without permission.

The noises coming from the bench are almost sickening, the crack of Shinjirou's jaw meeting the bench a sure sign of just how rough the man is being. Despite himself, Jade moves forwards, but he isn't the only one. There's another man stepping closer, his eyes darting back and forth, looking at Shinjirou's parted mouth one moment and eyeing his reddened hole the next. His hand is wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking.

Jade would like to know what his intentions are, but then Shinjirou gives a particularly loud cry, and Jade's attention immediately snaps back to the scene. The man is still going; he barely seems out of breath, just angrily focused as he continues fuck Shinjirou open. Jade can see the flash of his teeth; he has no doubts that the man would sink his teeth into Shinjirou if he could.

The commotion is drawing a few observers. Unsurprising; there are always people who enjoy watching someone get utterly dominated, and the man is putting on such a good show, even Jade finds his pulse quickening. He may be concerned for Shinjirou's safety, but there's something undeniably attractive about seeing just how much abuse his body can take.

There's another thud as the man forces Shinjirou's head down one last time, keeping it there as he shoots his load deep into Shinjirou. He's barely done when the first observer approaches; with a scowl, the man thrusts into Shinjirou one last time before he pulls out and slopes away without another word. He's probably off to search for another target, Jade decides, but there's no time to see what he picks. Already, the new man is spreading Shinjirou's cheeks apart and pushing into him.

His head's spinning, for a moment so badly he's not sure where up and down is anymore, and then the man finally fills him up. He's dead silent, feeling his body suck the come inside as if it hadn't even noticed the abuse of the past minutes. His cock stirs, but without any more stimulation except for the sting of the man pulling out, he fails to reach the edge.

Shinjirou wants nothing more than a break after getting fucked so raw he wonders how he's ever going to sit down again. There's less than a second to catch his breath. Instinctively, he attempts to draw away. He doesn't get far, as the next stranger pulls him right back onto his cock. Hissing, he stretches once more around the sudden intrusion. This man's bigger than the one before and Shinjirou prays in vain that he's going to be at least a bit more careful.

That isn't the case, he notices within the first few thrusts. The other man's come gets pressed out of him, slick and warm as it stains him. Though it does sort of soothe his hole, making it easier to accept the blunt force the man uses on him. It isn't long before his head's thrown back. Yeah, he's used to having men pull on his hair, move him around the way they need him, or just to make him shut up when he's mouthing off and being annoying.

Gasping for air, his back arched unnaturally, a stranger's fingers digging into his skull and one ass cheek to keep him open -- he's going to faint at some point, he thinks. He'll definitely have bruises scattered all over for the next few days, maybe longer. The thought makes him clench, push into the thrusts for the first time. Yes, everything hurts, from his knees on the hard floor to his wrists straining against the rope, to his burning insides. But he wants these strangers, just like this, treating him like they see fit.

After that man comes another, then another - and with that one comes a momentary jostle in the audience as two men shove their way to the front at the same time. There are heated looks and low snatches of conversation Jade can't hear, but thankfully he doesn't have to interfere. One of the man veers away of his own accord, standing beside the bench. His back faces Jade, blocking his view, but from the slight hunch to his back and the regular shifting of his arm its easy to guess that he's jerking himself off, poised to come all over Shinjirou's exposed back.

The other man is grinning wildly as he eases into Shinjirou, much more gently than the others had. He seems almost relaxed as he slowly rocks in and out of the loosened hole. Jade doubts it would last for long, but Shinjirou should be able to handle it. Nibbling at his food once more, he finally turns away, and sets off to find the people he needs. Perhaps he should try find a little relief too; the front of his pants feel uncomfortably tight.

Almost as soon as Jade leaves, the man using Shinjirou's hole slams in, hard. At the same time, another man slips around to stand in front of Shinjirou. He runs a thumb gently along his cheek, then cups it, tilting his head up. "What a pretty mouth," he mutters, unaware of the plugs that block Shinjirou's hearing. Carefully, he unzips himself, nudging the head of his half-heard cock against Shinjirou's lips.

Exhaustion takes over at some point, when he's already lost count of how many men have had him. It's a good thing: He relaxes, warm waves rushing over him and his limbs slackening. Though it's easier to pull on him, it's no longer as painful as it used to be. Still unexpected whenever someone tugs or yanks on some part of him, but he's unwound and while all the sudden movements he's forced to take make him dizzy, it's easier to accept for his body and mind.

The only moment when he flexes his arms, a brief return of tension, is when come splatters over him. He moans, involuntarily, right afterwards. This is something he's pictured happening and been looking forward to. And now it's actually happening, drops of come running down the small of his back. Stupidly, he smiles and whispers a thank you, knowing full well the man who did it may have already left. He feels drunk, but all he's had the past days is water and tea, enough to keep him energized throughout the night.

It looks like he's going to need it.

Keening when the latest guy changes his pace, his lips readily part the second a hand fondles his cheek. Shinjirou doesn't need to hear to know what's going to happen next; his mouth is watering, neck stretched out in anticipation and he doesn't have to wait long. Groaning, he sucks the stranger's cock into his mouth. Finally something he can do, instead of just take and hope that it feels good for whoever's using him.

"So good," the man praises him, encouragingly stroking his cheek. He's slow, almost careful as he pushes his cock steadily in, until the tip brushes the back of his mouth. He must have noticed the plugs by now - they're inconspicuous, not invisible - but he keeps on talking. "Can't get enough, huh? You've been neglected."

The other man just scoffs and fucks Shinjirou harder. Now that there's less screaming coming from Shinjirou, less writhing, the small audience begins to thin. It doesn't help that the party is in full swing. The entertainment will be there all night, waiting for them, but the food won't. A few men leave parting presents: come, messy splatters left all over Shinjirou's back and ass, as carelessly as if they had been signing a guest book.

When the man finally comes into Shinjirou's ass, there's nobody to take his place. Grinning to himself, he slides the plug back into place, giving it a slap before he leaves.

If he could hear the man, Shinjirou would be inclined to agree with him. Sucking cock, getting fucked by men who don't care about his well-being -- from his very first days out on the streets to the day he got dragged away to be sold, that had been near-daily bread. Jade is amused by more things than just a simple fuck every other night. And despite the novelty of having so many men use him, he's still more used to this than going shopping.

His jaw loosens when the man prods the back of his throat, offering him to push deeper. He's not had a single guy who didn't choose to go deeper and this one isn't an exception either ... though the other guy certainly makes it difficult not to get a handful of cock thrust into his throat, getting thrown forward with the sheer force he's added recently.

Soon, there's come staining his lips and warming him both inside and out. The thick lines overlap on his back, some of it already drying on his skin. All the fills he's gotten in his ass aren't going anywhere, on the other hand. The plug closes him up nicely and now that he finally has some time to himself, he uses it to hump the bench and squeeze around the plug. Many men have come into and onto him -- he hasn't come at all yet, arousal spiking and then dropping hard with the constant switch between intense pain and lust.

He doesn't even care if he's putting up a good show without knowing, if someone's watching him or if he's just trying to get off in the middle of a room full of people. He can't see them, he can't hear them. Some of them he's felt and that could happen again any time now, but that's what he's here for. It's okay. Probably even his cock is going to come away bruised -- rubbing up against the bench hurts and it feels oddly swollen -- he's going to look like a complete mess, if he isn't already.

For almost ten minutes, he's left alone. Then someone grabs his blindfold and yanks it up and off his eyes.

His seller looks down at him, leering where he would usually have a scowl firmly in place. "I thought you looked familiar," he grunts, folding his arms. "Didn't think I'd see you here though. What, you finally got whipped into shape?"

The feeling of surprise is immediately replaced by burning hatred for the man that stands before him. His bad habits return in a heartbeat and the man's grin alone warrants a heartfelt spit of come across the front of his suit pants. Shinjirou glares up at him, waiting for the violent reaction that's sure to follow in retaliation for that kind of behavior. So what.

He shakes his head, trying to get the plugs out of his ears, and gives up right away. Fine, he can't hear, but he can make noise. And he chooses to hiss. "Fuck. Off."

The leer vanishes immediately. Those suit pants had been expensive. He strikes Shinjirou across the face with a powerful backhand, teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Shinjirou's no longer merchandise; he doesn't have to worry about keeping him in a good condition. It's time to pay back all the trouble he had caused - anything he does will be condoned, as long as he doesn't cause any permanent damage.

A shame, but there's still plenty of ways to have fun.

First, though, he snatches the plugs out and lets them roll carelessly onto the floor, coming to a stop under the bench. The seller dusts his hands off. "There. Better."

As if his jaw hadn't stung already from one of the guys slamming it into the bench. Now his entire face is on fire and even his anger isn't strong enough to keep him from making a pained noise. Taking a few shaky breaths as the asshole lets him hear again, he notices the commotion has caught a few people's interest. Some of them don't look too happy, though.

He looks up, away from the disappointed, annoyed faces -- and those that are grinning. "I said: Fuck off." That's the only way. Shinjirou can't run off, so the man he resents nearly as much as he resents himself will have to do it. "Not gonna suck your dirty dwarf cock."

There are chuckles here and there, but they're quickly cut off as the seller slaps Shinjirou again, on his other cheek this time. He's out for blood, and Shinjirou is making it easy to justify further violence.

His hands shoot out, wrapping around Shinjirou's neck and giving it a firm squeeze.

"That's not what you were saying last time," he snarls, face flushed with anger. His grip tightens. Then, abruptly, he's trying to yank Shinjirou away from the bench and slam him onto the floor, right at his feet.

His bottom lip splits open and swollen as it already was, a thick drop of blood blossoms on the open wound, staining his chin. He spits, again, though this time he misses the guy's pants. Just barely. Shinjirou wants to try again, aim right and hit -- but he jerks in the man's sudden grip, gurgling as he tries to breathe. This isn't some show of domination, the guy's out for revenge.

Shinjirou's wheezing by the time the ground's coming closer. The spreader bar gets caught on the bench and for a second he hopes in vain that means he won't crash into the floor, but no. His shoulder slams into the cold surface, the bench following along to land on his chest. For a moment, his vision is gone, replaced by bright dancing dots. He should stop trying to fight the man. It's useless.

"I know," he says and his throat hurts so much he never wants to speak again, "I know you like the pretty ones better. Just go, asshole."

His eyes glitter at the sight of blood, an ugly smile staining his lips as Shinjirou crumples onto the floor. If he's lucky, the bench would have bruised Shinjirou's ribs.

But the sense of defeat that hangs over Shinjirou pleases him more than any physical harm. He lets go of his neck for the moment, kicking the bench away; he can't exactly continue yanking Shinjirou around when he's pinned down like that.

"Shut up and put your mouth to better use." As far as he's concerned, Shinjirou would have sold easier without his tongue. But right now, he's hoping his order will be refused.

"Like biting your dick off?" Shinjirou doubts he'd have the courage to do that, but it's the only threat he can make, what with being unable to move freely. If he's incredibly lucky, the man will believe he's just that much of a beast. If not -- Shinjirou braces himself for another attack. Now that he can see and hear again, it's at least possible to prepare himself mentally for the impact.

On the other hand, he'd really rather not get hit again. His chest feels like someone just stabbed him and it's hard to breathe, and the rest of his body isn't in a much better state. "Just go and fuck one of the princesses."

He scoffs; Shinjirou had plenty of opportunities to carry out that threat already, and each time, he had just obediently opened his mouth and let him go as deep as he wanted.

But he can't back down now, even if he wants to. Which he doesn't.

"Someone brought a little virgin. Maybe I'll go fuck her later, I think she's a little busy right now." He grabs at Shinjirou again, by the hair this time, and aims a kick at his ribs. "And I can't leave unfinished business hanging here."

His stomach turns and it's not only the blinding pain that's to blame for it. Coughing, blood sprays onto the floor in thick lines. "Don't hurt her, sicko." Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see the dark purple and red spots on his body. He's bruised all over and if the cutting rattle of his breathing is any indication, something will have to be fixed later.

That's okay. It's just him, he can deal with that. Jade will probably be disappointed, maybe even angry, but that's also something he can live with. But just the thought of a girl without any sort of experience being put into this guy's hands makes him want to beat someone up. Preferably said guy.

"Don't you have someone to kidnap or something?"