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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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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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?"
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"I'll do worse to her if she doesn't serve properly." He yawns, ignoring that last jab. Shinjirou isn't the first slave to say that, and he won't be the last either. "Might be I won't need to pay her a visit at all if you do your job. You got all that blood out yet?"
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"Here." Jaw dropping, he opens his mouth wide. He holds the man's gaze, silently praying the defeat in his eyes isn't as easy to read as he fears it is. This, this is his weakness. He can't have others get hurt just because he can't control himself. And what's so bad about sucking some lunatic off when he's had a dog mount him. This is tame in comparison, just more aggravating.
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"I'm going to come on your face," he grunts, forcing his cock into Shinjirou's mouth and down his throat with one hand. He's won completely. There's nothing to be afraid of; there had never been anything to be afraid of. "Then I want to see you offering to suck off anyone who's watching. Your mouth's the only thing good about you, we might as well put it to use."
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The small crowd around them is growing, it seems, with each wet smack and pop. There are too many with their hands in their pants, too many looking forward to having him crawl towards them like a limbless slug, asking them to use his mouth for their pleasure. This isn't how he imagined the night to go and he's pretty sure Jade didn't plan any of this either. Maybe he's wrong, but if he is, he doesn't want to know.
His teeth are safely tucked away under his lips, his tongue pressed up into the base of the man's cock. He does his best to give him a good time, let him thrust into his throat when he wants to, just get it over with his quick, but satisfy the madman.
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Thrusting his cock deep inside, his hand shoots out to pinch Shinjirou's nose shut. No air for him, not until he's given in. "Do it properly, slave. Slower."
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The laughter sounds like shrill bells in his ears. His fight for survival is entertaining the audience. Sick, they're all sick -- and with half a gurgle, half a whine, he surrenders. Sitting perfectly still, despite his body's desperate need for air, hot tears staining his cheeks, he looks up. The man looks sort of blurry and he can't decide if it's because he's crying or because he's about to faint.
The latter almost seems inviting.
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Fuck them. He's earned this. He strokes Shinjirou's cheek with mocking gentleness, brushing the hot tears away. "Get to work, before I make you again."
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"Yes, Sir," he mumbles around the man's shaft when he gets the chance to, before his throat fills up with cock once more.
From time to time, he shivers, and too often, he can hear himself weep. He doesn't want niceties from this man, fake or honest. It's embarrassing enough that he's forced to slowly lap at the man's cock. Pulling back, gently nipping, coiling his tongue around it. Swallowing it down in its entirety again. He's thorough, he just wishes he'd be allowed to be thorough and quick.
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The thought is almost enough to send him over the edge. Grunting again, he fucks into him a few more times before pulling out, already stroking his cock as he does. The first pulse of come makes his cock twitch violently; sticky whiteness splatters onto Shinjirou's cheek, quickly joined by more - onto his nose, his eyes, his still-open mouth.
Sneering, the man tucks himself away, breathing hard. "Hurry the fuck up and go serve."
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At least he doesn't have a long way to crawl towards the first man that drops his pants and takes his dick out. It's still difficult enough, even if it's only a few steps. The man waits until Shinjirou has made it over. They're having fun with this, none of them interested in making it easier for him.
Taking a shallow breath, he kisses the head of the man's cock. "May I, Sir?" His voice is so broken, what he says sounds more like a creak. As long as it keeps the craziest of the crazy here, away from the girl, he can be sweet. He can pepper all of their cocks with kisses and suck them into his aching throat. He can do it and he'll let all of them cover his face with their come, if they want to. With three guys suddenly standing beside him, all of them stroking their cocks and aiming it at him, that's a fair guess.
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The waiting man scowls. "Fuck off." When he looks back down at Shinjirou, the tight lines of his mouth twist into a grin. "You. Yeah, you can start. Go slow."
Only he has no intention of going slow. As soon as Shinjirou takes him into his throat for the first time, he's thrusting away, trying for a visible bulge. A low groan shivers out from one of the men; it quickly becomes apparent which, as he pulls at his cock one last time and sends come spurting onto the top of Shinjirou's head and dripping down his hair. "Christening the whore," he says, with a short laugh.
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If he could close his legs, that would be nice -- despite his pain, perhaps because of it, his body reacts in a way that only urges the men on. He's hard, involuntarily squeezing the plug every other thrust. Ignoring the heat and stiffness of his muscles, he does his best to entertain the man, with soft nips and hungry sucks. Mostly he can't do anything, though. The man's moving too fast and pushing in too deep. He's having trouble breathing, come covering his nose and too many sensations to process. Still, Shinjirou does his best to please.
There's always someone to take the place of those that have had their fun already and his head soon feels wet from all the guys following the first idiot's hysterical idea, joining in his dumb joke. But his cock twitches when they call him names and he can't hide that.
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It's over an hour before something changes.
"My my," Jade says, unruffled as always. He had been watching for awhile now. After the initial shock had come a slow build of arousal, one he had taken care of elsewhere. Now that he's accustomed to the scene, it's no big challenge to mask the mix of fascination and distaste he's feeling. "If you aren't too busy, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
With him is another stranger, one with sharp eyes and a smile that matches Jade. He stays in place, one hand curled around his cock, waiting for Shinjirou to approach him.
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Then he's suddenly given a very short break and he gets giddy thinking he's finished them all off, but no. Jade has come back.
He can't see very well with sticky come keeping his eyes mostly closed and blindly follows Jade's voice and the fuzzy shapes in front of him. Dead tired, he crawls towards them on his knees. His mouth is still hanging open, not because he's looking forward to serving another man, but because any other position is too painful. Everything hurts, though especially his upper body has turned stiff. A midget seems to be hammering away at his skull, another tearing his throat apart. They're all very into their work. He'd laugh at himself, but all he manages is a gurgle.
"Ah," he says and means it's nice to meet you, but that's a far too long sentence. "Hah."
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But it should be nothing permanent. They have other things to worry about right now. At least Shinjirou seems to recognize him, perhaps even understand him. It's a little difficult to tell when the only noises he's making are almost-inaudible moans. "Are you able to continue?"
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He tilts his head back and pushes forward, letting the man's cock wander into his mouth and bulge his cheek out. Lids fluttering with the drying weight they're forced to hold, he slowly moves back and forth. What's always been easy for him is now something his body actively fights against. He pushes past the mental limit it sets and past the pain. His throat aches as if someone were to cut it in fine slices of meat, but he doesn't allow himself to choke on the unwelcome intrusion.
Listening to the noises he makes when he sucks and laps at the stranger's cocks, he manages to lull himself back into a state of quiet acceptance.
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Watching him, Jade is tempted to line up and use his mouth as well. As it is, he simply stands there, hands hanging loosely at his sides, a proud little smile in place as if he's showing off well-trained merchandise. In any other situation, perhaps he would have stroked Shinjirou's hair, but it's too filthy right now. He'll need a shower before being taken back to the house.
His contact is being surprisingly considerate. He barely moves, allowing Shinjirou to set the pace and control the depth of the penetration, nodding approvingly every time his eyes meet Shinjirou's.
But he doesn't come into his mouth. After awhile, he pulls back completely. "Get down onto all fours," he instructs. "Face against the ground."
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He shifts, inch by inch, until he's facing the other way. Some of the audience are still watching him. Slowly, carefully lowering his upper body, knees pushing back as he slides over the slippery floor, his attempt to obey is successful. The tiles are cool against his burning cheek. He looks over his shoulder, watching Jade, then the other man. Is he doing a good job? Hopefully. The position isn't too good on his bruised chest, bends him into an awkward wave-shape with his ass raised high and from his waist on dipping low towards the ground.
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A second later, his line of sight is cut off as his contact moves between the two of them. Knowing what's on his mind, Jade swiftly recovers the box meant for the plug just as the man pulls it out.
"I want you to stay like this for as long as you can," the man says, kneeling behind him. His cock is still wet with saliva, but he doesn't thrust into Shinjirou yet, just palms along the curved line of his torso with something that approaches reverence.
To a normal person, at least. Jade knows better. His contact is thinking over something, making calculations and assessing Shinjirou's performance.
The man's fingers come to a stop on Shinjirou's hips, squeezing. "And don't let a single drop of come spill out of you."
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apologies for the erratic pace lately, still trying to iron out my schedule
no problem, take your time -- I know how that is
ahh ty!
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