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When he pushes in, he's every bit as careful as he was when he was using Shinjirou's mouth. His cock glides in smoothly, helped along by the thin layer of saliva that covers it and the slick mess of lube and come that the earlier men had left inside Shinjirou. "Try squeezing," the man coaxes him, resting one hand on the small of his back.

Face impassive, Jade watches his contact work, wishing he could slip away unnoticed. There are other things he can be doing. But Shinjirou would be discouraged, and his contact offended (he does so enjoy having eyes on him, the same way other men enjoy having soft hands and lips wrapped around their cock); so no, leaving isn't an option. With an inward sigh, Jade settles in for a wait, eyes fixed on the scene but not taking anything in.

While it's less of a challenge for his body, it's definitely one for his mind. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing as the man's cock slides into him. Inch by inch, not one straight thrust that'd rock him forward and his jaw cracking on the ground. It's good. A warm hand on his back to steady him, his gaze lingers on the man's face. His toes curl when he clenches down around the man's length, at first more of a twitch, then with a bit more force.

Shuddering, he pushes back. He doesn't need to say anything, he thinks. It must be obvious to any observer, but undoubtedly for the man who's buried within him, that he likes this. The slow burn of his body getting accustomed to the girth and weight. On the other hand, the pleasant intimacy throws him off. He releases a sharp breath and lowers his eyes. His first time would have been a lot easier, had that guy treated him more like this.

And that isn't a thought he should be thinking.

"I could take you home with me," the man hums, with a pleasant smile that Jade doesn't trust. He doesn't start thrusting until he's certain that Shinjirou had adjusted, and even then, he's still slow and careful, trying to work Shinjirou looser and at the same time seeking out his sweet spot. "Easy now. Do you like this?"

As if he needs to ask. Jade schools his features into neutrality, resisting the urge to sigh. He knows his contact enjoys showing off; he just had no idea how bad it is.

No, Shinjirou thinks, you couldn't. Unless Jade decides to sell him which he doesn't want to think about. Jade may be hard to read, but at least he's sort of gotten used to Jade's antics. He doesn't want to start over, not in the mental state he's in by now -- he's accepted this too much and he appreciates the bit of freedom he has, though he fears that if anyone decided to take it away, he'd happily accept that, too.

"I do."

Tasting blood and come, he chews on the inside of his lips and cheeks. Anything to distract himself, anything to muffle his voice. He's successful with that and the only noise that gets out is a drawn-out sigh when the man finally starts moving. On the other hand, he can't prevent the shuddering, the fresh sheet of sweat when his body heat flames up.

His contact seems oblivious to the impatient stares of their audience, but Jade knows he's getting off on it. Being forced to watch is a little irritating, but at least Shinjirou puts on a good show, his reactions just obvious enough to be satisfying, and subtle enough that they seem genuine. Unconsciously, Jade finds himself leaning slightly forwards, drawn into the spectacle despite himself, trying to work out what would happen next.

His contact shows no sign of speeding up. He's still moving slow and lazy, making sure that Shinjirou can feel every inch of his cock with each thrust. The sweat makes his hand slip a little - he tightens his grip, blunted nails just barely digging into Shinjirou's skin. "Still good?" He asks, a flawless imitation of a concerned lover.

The defiant part of himself is slowly but surely getting closer to the surface. Biting down on his tongue may look like he's trying to push a moan back. In reality, he's forcing himself to swallow a definitive no. It'd be a lie that no one would believe in anyway. It's better for a million reasons if he's being a good boy and whispers, "Yes. Yes."

The fake intimacy makes his stomach turn more than once. Except for his tied-up state, this is closer to what he imagines making love would be like than simple sex. He doesn't need that. Hell, he doesn't deserve that. Writhing on the floor, he stretches his neck as if to get away though the pull isn't strong enough to wriggle out of the man's hold. His cock, pressed up against his stomach, twitches each time the man gets the angle just right; he doesn't want to come and he isn't allowed on top of that.

What's going to happen if he can't stop himself? Punishment, maybe. And that sounds sort of tempting at the moment.

"Easy," the man mutters, but he doesn't try to forcibly restrain Shinjirou. Neither does he speed up. Gently, he reaches out to brush his fingers against the back of Shinjirou's neck, a small gesture of comfort. "Easy," he repeats. "Is this too much? Should I stop?"

So he's determined to keep showing off, Jade thinks, his irritation not quite fading. But this is a good test of Shinjirou's abilities, though he's a little wary on that front as well - he knows Shinjirou well enough by now to sense the pliant, obedient mask beginning to crack.

It makes him tense (he has too much riding on this particular contact, and his own reputation will be at stake if Shinjirou turns violent), but he keeps his face blank and impassive. Inwardly, he wonders if there's a way to signal Shinjirou to work faster.

His head snaps back, catching the man's hand between neck and shoulder. No, he doesn't want all these soft touches. The superficial sympathy. But -- Jade brought this man to him. It's not a random guest. He must be important in some way or another. Very briefly, Shinjirou glances at Jade. His attention returns to the stranger within a moment, though.

"No. Please." Tilting his head, he rubs his face against the man's fingertips, tongue darting out from time to time. "Don't stop."

To prove he's being sincere, he squeezes the man's cock, pushes back. An invitation to go deeper, a plea for more. Using his mouth is still difficult and begging would be more painful than simply embarrassing. This is all he can do: move. And he does, rolling his hips in time with the man's slow thrusts.

The disappointment hopefully won't be as bad if he comes despite being told not to; not as bad as if he cursed the man and kicked him.

A few of the remaining men laugh at the show of docility, and so does the man fucking Shinjirou, although it's more of a low, pleased noise than a true laugh. "I won't," he promises.

When he thrusts in again, it's a little faster this time, a little deeper. It seems like he's satisfied with Shinjirou's actions. Jade would nod encouragingly, but that's too obvious - the best he can do is incline his head slightly, a brief, very tiny smile flickering across his face the next time Shinjirou looks up.

Like this, it doesn't take too long for the man to finally come. He only really speeds up in the last few seconds, rocking shallowly but rapidly into Shinjirou until he comes with a soft exhale. Another second to catch his breath, then he gives Shinjirou an encouraging pat on the back as he pulls out.

"That was good." He seems barely out of breath. "Thank you. I hope I'll be seeing you again soon."

They're all harpies, he thinks, picturing their expensive shoes turning into dark claws digging into the floor the more excited they get. The image is a distraction and he can't get distracted now. There's only one man he's meant to serve at the moment. Ignoring their laughter, he allows himself to moan. Razor blades in his throat break his voice, no matter how quiet the noise he makes.

It's too gentle. It's good. And he nearly forgets at some point that this is just work, catching the man's gaze and fixating him -- even when he's remembered that he's playing the sort of whore that the guy wants. The flush of his cheek, hidden underneath a layer of drying come, and the twitch of muscles, everyone will be able to see that, but he doesn't fight it for the man who's currently buried inside of him, and for Jade. Not for any of the others.

In the end, it doesn't even seem to matter to the man that a drop of pre-come has appeared on the tip of his cock. Shinjirou sighs quietly, closing his eyes. "I hope so, too." Not.

The man pats him again, carefully avoiding any come stains. "I'm sure your master can arrange something." He glances up, and Jade takes it as a cue to step closer.

"We can discuss that later," he says, calm despite the heady rush of success.

"Why not now?" The man suggests, buttoning himself back up. Carefully, he fits the plug back inside Shinjirou before standing up again. "I'll come back to visit, so stay like this."

He walks away. There's no time to speak with Shinjirou; Jade gives him one last concerned glance and a quick nod, then swiftly follows after his contact. From the corner of his eye, he can already see the audience beginning to circle, vultures closing in on a feast of carrion. Even from this distance, he can see the matching look of hunger on their faces - none of them are going to be gentle, he thinks.

There's nothing he can do except trust that Shinjirou can endure the abuse. He has too much to do before the party ends; it's not until the last few guests trickle out that he finally returns to where Shinjirou is stationed. His contact had already left almost half an hour ago - apparently he had been lying about coming back to see Shinjirou.

For a few seconds he just watches quietly, assessing Shinjirou's state.

None of the men are anywhere close to gentle. In the beginning, it's a relief. No playing pretend, no holding back. They laugh when he chokes on their cocks, when he sobs and writhes. Over time he forgets about Jade's odd friend. There's too many who push into him, fill him up and cover him in their come. At one point it feels like he's lost consciousness for a bit, but he isn't sure of that.

He's melting in their hands until he's completely mellow and tame and his body heat is too intense to feel any pain. How often his body contracts around their cocks and splatters onto the floor he doesn't know -- he's never empty and perhaps he never stops coming either. It's only a few drops after the first few times, then nothing at all.

The last guy props him up against the wall after noticing that he can't hold his balance anymore. That's nice. Shinjirou smiles up at him, the man's sticky mess dripping down his chin. Then he's alone. The plug isn't big enough any longer to keep him shut, almost slipping out of his messy hole.

Belatedly, Shinjirou notices that Jade's back. He glances at him, arms flexing. Now that there are no bodies to keep him warm, he's getting cold and the pressure of bruises blossoming under his skin has returned. He sits upright, favoring one side to the other, breathing in a shallow rhythm. And he watches Jade, waiting for some sort of comment. Approval, disappointment, anything.

Shinjirou looks... Jade can't even find the right word. Filthy. Used. Fragile. Frankly, he's amazed that he's still responsive.

Jade doesn't let any hint of judgement show on his face; none of this is Shinjirou's fault, rather, all his disgust is directed at himself. To Shinjirou, he only smiles encouragingly, crouching down in front of him. His coworker was right. He is sick, sick enough to find Shinjirou's state fascinating, sick enough to still be curious about Shinjirou's breaking point.

None of this is news, exactly. All the more reason not to wallow in his guilt.

"Your throat must be burning," he comments. "Don't talk. Do you want anything to drink?"

It's easier to look at Jade now that they're on the same level. And Jade looks happy. Sighing, Shinjirou drops the smile and spaces out for a few seconds during which all he does is stare at the floor. Still, he is listening to Jade and his words make sense, just not immediately. When they finally do, he blinks and nods. Water, good old water. That'd be great.

It'd also be great to be free again. Crawling around like a captured bird has been an exciting experience, but now he desperately wants to cover himself. Not to hide from Jade. Mostly from himself.

He leaves Shinjirou bound for the moment (he looks disoriented enough without overwhelming him with new sensations), and goes retrieve a thermos flask from his bag.

"Drink slowly," he warns, raising it to Shinjirou's lips and gently tilting it down. The water inside is still warm. Carefully, he wraps an arm around Shinjirou's shoulders to support him, uncaring of the way it immediately dirties his jacket. It can always be cleaned later.

At first he's hesitant to open his mouth, even turns his head away. Having something poke his lips triggers the fear of more pain. Though noticing that it's just a cup of water, he begins to sip. More than once he stops without warning, or rather seems to forget that swallowing is an integral part of drinking, and water spills over his chin.

Each time someone walks past them, he gets distracted, eyes following the movement. Once the cup is empty, this gets worse and he ends up openly staring at people. Never at their faces, only at their feet. Raising his head is too exhausting.

Jade is patient and gentle through it all, lowering the cup whenever Shinjirou falters, arm still wrapped around his shoulders. He doesn't move from his place until Shinjirou is completely done, and even then, he's as careful as he would be around a skittish lab animal.

"I'm going to unbind you now." He frees Shinjirou arms first, then his legs, neatly setting the ropes and spreader bar to the side. Shinjirou's splintered attention is noted, but Jade doesn't bring it up; the best thing to do would be to remove him from the situation as soon as possible. And that means leaving the room and heading into the showers. "Can you stand?"

Inch by inch he pulls his arms forward. His muscles are stiff and the slightest change seems to tear them. Eventually, though he's holding himself up awkwardly, his hands hover over chest and crotch. The bruises have all darkened, black and blue and purple shimmering below the white stripes of come. Even his cock has suffered the same abuse. He's tender all over.

Despite all that, he nods. His legs don't hurt a bit. He should be able to get up on his own -- but that's just misleading. The second he tries to stand, he plops down, knees hitting the floor. His legs are numb, from hips to toes, insects seemingly crawling under his skin. They tickle. Pathetic, how he sits there like a child that hasn't yet learned how to walk.

He had half-expected Shinjirou to fall, but not that quickly. Jade crouches beside him again, subtly adjusting his position to shield Shinjirou from the rest of the room. It probably won't help much, but he wants Shinjirou to focus on him right now.

"It's alright. Take your time, we're not in any rush." He rubs at Shinjirou's thighs, partly to get his circulation flowing again, partly to draw his attention. Perhaps a reassuring smile would help, but no; Jade doesn't see the need to go to such lengths to offer comfort.

Frustrating. Jade isn't very interesting to look at. Not as interesting as all the masters tending to their slaves. Furrowing his brows, Shinjirou looks him in the eye at last, though his gaze strays even now. "Hah," he groans, lips barely parted, and watches Jade massage his legs. Heat follows the insects which isn't comfortable either at first, though he can feel his toes again ... that's good news.

Eventually, he puts one hand on the wall and tries to pull himself up. His face twists, something in his chest stabbing him from the inside out. He stands, but hunched and uncertain, one hand cupping a dark, swollen bruise on the lower end of his rib cage.

Shinjirou's expression is so pained that Jade can almost feel it himself. For a second, he worries about internal injuries, but he's confident that nobody had kicked him that hard.

"I'll help you treat those later," he promises. "I have some cream in my bag."

But first, he has to remove the plug. It's slippery under his fingers; he barely has to tug for it to come sliding out, wet enough that it makes a noise. He leaves Shinjirou leaning against the wall while he stashes it away (out of sight and out of mind, isn't that how it goes?), returning a brief second later.

"Do you think you can walk?" He watches him, eyes dark with concern that he can't entirely hide.

The removal may be smooth, but the wet pop when the plug comes out surprises him and makes him jump. There's a steady flow of come running down his legs when he takes his first, experimental step even before Jade's back at his side.

Shinjirou looks up, in the wrong direction. Someone has just talked to him, right? Blinking, he turns his head until Jade appears before his eyes. Yes, that'd make sense, Jade asking him that. Then what's the answer ... he's slow and his chest hurts when he attempts to straighten. He manages to shuffle forward just fine and that is some sort of walking, he guesses. Shinjirou nods, staring at Jade's shoulder.

There's little Jade can do except wait and give Shinjirou the time he needs. But he can't wait forever, and he was just about to gently prompt Shinjirou for an answer when he finally nods. The vacant stare is concerning, however, but they can take things one step at a time.

Very literally.

He offers his arm to Shinjirou. "Lean on me. I'd like to leave as soon as possible."

That's very odd. He's not in any shape or form to raise an eyebrow at the offer. It's very kind, that's for sure. And that's the odd part. Shinjirou doesn't waste any time, though, putting some of his weight onto Jade. Better than the slippery wall. He hums to make up for not being able to say thank you. His throat isn't up to the task of showing gratitude.

With Jade's help, he manages to walk all the way to the showers without stumbling. He wonders where the strength in his legs went and when it will return as he stands below the shower head, eyes roaming the new room. As soon as he looks at something new, he's already forgotten about the other corner. Dizzy, he ends up looking at his feet. That's boring, but also not confusing.

After a second of thought, Jade strips as well, heading into the shower with Shinjirou. Right now, he doesn't trust him to be alone. They had more than enough to worry about without the risk of Shinjirou cracking his head open against the floor, or worse.

"Just keep looking down," he instructs, burying his fingers into Shinjirou's come-stained hair without hesitation. They're in the shower; they'll both be washed clean when they're done. Gently, he begins massaging the scalp, frowning slightly at the stickiness.

Things had gotten very out of hand tonight. He had never thought- no, that isn't strictly true. He knew just how brutal humans could be when they have power. None of this should be a surprise.