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"Is he?"

Close as he is, Jade can feel the exaggerated rise and fall of Shinjirou's chest, the way his pulse almost seems to slow as he masters his frustration. Jade smiles inwardly, pleased with Shinjirou's quick progress.

"I don't expect anything from you." It's not as much of a lie as it could be. He doesn't want to force Shinjirou into anything; there's no point in that. "I only want you to enjoy yourself."

Pushing his arms between Irvin's and his own body at first seems like a good idea, but then Irvin's paws land on his shoulder, shoving him to the side. Bracing himself with one hand on the floor, it isn't hard to guess what kind of position Irvin has in mind. The dog keeps nudging -- if he were just a tiny little Chihuahua, that wouldn't be a problem.

"I'm not sure I'm enjoying myself." Shinjirou looks up, knowing that even a silent plea for guidance is a lost case. Apparently Jade's having a good time and isn't in the mood for details. There's one rather open-ended question Shinjirou thinks Jade may be willing to answer: "Is Irvin a guest?"

Both his hands are on Shinjirou's shoulders now, gripping with just barely enough strength to help steady him. Jade is quiet for a moment as he considers the question. His first instinct is to default to his usual non-answers and suggest that Shinjirou decide for himself, and he very nearly says it too, but stops himself at the last moment. Free will is the important thing here; he wants Shinjirou to accept the dog's advances of his own volition. So, no, Irvin isn't a guest would be the proper response there.

But why say that when he can frustrate Shinjirou instead?

"Maybe. Maybe not." He withdraws his hands, folding them resting them on his own knees instead. "Does it matter?"

This way, he's still giving Shinjirou a choice. It's just a less clear one.

He bites back a heartfelt fuck you and lowers his head. Deduction isn't his strongest suit, but it's all that's left. As a slave, what he's supposed to do is serve -- make sure that the needs of those around him are met. What Irvin needs right now is relief. Irvin's a dog, though.

Does it matter?

In the beginning, Jade's told him to take care of Irvin. That must still hold true. And at the moment, if he wants to take care of him, then ... well. Still somewhat uncertain, for more reasons than just not knowing what Jade's goal is, he allows Irvin to push him around. He ends up on all fours, not an unfamiliar position.

He shakes his head in disbelief anyway. Strangely, between all the shock, he's not too worried. If he's got it wrong, then Jade will be there to correct him.

Irvin's head and tail are both held high as he circles Shinjirou slowly, thoroughly investigating him. He's sniffing at him, low growls emanating from deep in his chest and his teeth snapping together every so often. Once or twice, he closes his teeth around Shinjirou's flesh, just hard enough to leave indents in his skin.

The display of propriety sends blood rushing straight down to Jade's cock. His fingers curl as he feels himself twitch and stir, and he leans forward slightly, crossing and recrossing his legs and doing his best to ignore his arousal, allowing it to build slowly.

"Just remember- " Lust darkens his voice, a hint of huskiness beginning to emerge. "You chose this."

There's no argument to be had here; Jade's right and Shinjirou drops his head low, giving quiet whines when Irvin marks his body as if there weren't already more than enough signs that it is no longer his. It belongs to Jade, Jade's guests and now even to a dog. He gulps down too much air, lungs expanding painfully. "Yes."

When Irvin licks at his face, he nuzzles back, though his eyes are squeezed shut tightly. What is he doing here? Ass raised for a dog to mate with him, willingly. He stays still the entire time, offering his body without doing more than tremble once or twice when Irvin's teeth dig in a bit too deep.

Eventually Irvin's behind him again. Shinjirou knows about dogs, he's read dozens of books, has seen documentaries, watched the dogs at the orphanage ... he knows what to expect, and still, he shivers badly. Glancing at Jade tells him that he's made the right decision. Jade's watching.

"Get on, Irvin. I'm ready."

One last sniff, then the dog mounts Shinjirou. He starts rutting instantly, even before he gets his forepaws locked around Shinjirou to secure him firmly in place for the mating. The first few thrusts are wild, but the following ones are wilder still, accompanied by deep growls that rumble in Irvin's chest. His hips snap back and forth in rapid motions, length pressing everywhere as he - it's very hard to think of Irvin as an it now - seeks out Shinjirou's entrance

"I don't want you to strain your throat," Jade warns. Despite his best efforts, his cock is hardening quickly, visibly pressing against the restrictive confines of his pants. He feels trapped; his shirt is sticky against his skin, and the sight in front of him has him mesmerized. He can't look away. He had been trying to visualize it ever since he obtained Irvin, but now that he's being confronted with the reality of it, it's so different: quicker and wilder and more degrading than anything he's seen before.

"What?" Irvin's cock sliding against him is disrupting his thoughts and Jade's words only make sense after he thinks them over consciously. No crying out, whether it hurts or for any other reason. Somehow he's going to manage, he hopes.

Reaching behind himself, he grabs the dog's cock -- Irvin won't be able to do any more than this without some help -- and lines it up properly. At least he doesn't need to hold himself still, Irvin's strong enough to keep him place. And like this, it works. Irvin's quick thrusts work him in deep within seconds. Shinjirou's mouth drops open with a gasp and a silent cry. It's the harshest fuck he's ever had to take, Irvin's hips snapping forward faster than a man's ever could. But his body accepts it with wide open arms, sucking Irvin in, cock rock hard.

"Fuck," he whines, upper body dropping to the ground as he reaches for anything at all to hold on to. And he really wishes he were able to mentally prepare himself for the swelling, but it just starts all of a sudden, Irvin's cock growing inside of him. Now there's definitely no way out of this, not for a while. "He tied."

"Already?" Jade exhales quietly, one look at Shinjirou's half-obscured face telling him all he needs to know about how overwhelming the experience must be. A shudder seizes his body. Unwillingly, his hand strays near his own cock, but he manages to hold himself back.

What is wrong with him; why is he finding this so arousing?

The dog is snarling impatiently, forepaws tightening their hold on Shinjirou, trimmed claws digging into the already bruised skin under them. His cock continues to swell as he thrusts, faster then faster still, forcing Shinjirou to stretch wide to accommodate his increasing girth.

"Get back up." The words feel clumsy on Jade's tongue; dirty. "A bitch in heat wouldn't position herself like that. Or do you still think of yourself as human?"

His body is trying desperately to catch up and it does loosen for the growing intrusion, but always a thrust too late. As promised, Shinjirou makes very little noise, sparing his throat the pain of screaming. He's still hoarse from the days before.

"Sorry. No, no, I don't -- ah." Levering himself up, a broken moan slips out. Irvin's hitting just the right spot like this and, moving by instinct alone, Shinjirou pushes back. His body eases into the rough mating, finally, and precome spills onto the floor. The pain is only a dull pressure, highlighting the pleasure. It's obscene, the sounds, his own voice pitching higher despite his best efforts to keep it down.

Head turning towards Jade, he licks his lip. "Are you ever going to reclaim your bitch?"

The back and forth of conversation is easier to deal with. "I don't see any need to." His voice is surprisingly steady, but it feels like someone else is speaking. "You're still mine, aren't you?"

His eyes are fixed on Shinjirou's face, on the strained lines of his back, on the precome that drips down to stain the floor. Like this, it's easy to imagine it's some faceless burly man who's rocking Shinjirou back and forth, making his mouth hang open with needy moans.

Then Irvin barks, and the illusion is broken. The dog is having trouble moving now, his cock swollen so thick that he's restricted to tiny rocking motions, single-minded in his efforts to get himself deep into Shinjirou and release his seed, until Shinjirou is full and heavy with it and his.

Jade blinks, startled by his own thoughts. There he goes, personifying Irvin again - and what's worse, his own cock is painfully hard now, and it's all because of the scene in front of him.

"I am ... yours." It shouldn't feel natural, like the only possible answer out there. It rolls off his tongue too easily, too happily. He wishes Jade would pet him and that desire is finally strange enough to make him avert his eyes. Staring at the ground, he can see himself dripping.

He's getting fucked by a dog and he's going to come from it. His body tenses, mind short-circuiting. This isn't a sick dream, it's a reality he's chosen for himself. Apart from the being kidnapped and sold part.

Irvin and him, they're locked together tightly now, his own body not helping a bit. It clenches around the thick knot, arousal boiling hot in his groin. The stretching is sharp and electrifying, the rocking a constant, firm caress of his soft spot. His toes curl, fists clench. Irvin's fur tickles his back, damp from his sweat.

And, he thinks, the frustration would kill him if Irvin were to come before him, forcing him to stay still for about half an hour -- he knows it's entirely possible that Jade won't let him touch himself. He fears that feeling of being on the edge -- and he's approaching it fast.

It doesn't look like Shinjirou will come in time, not with the way Irvin is aggressively grinding forward, trying to lodge his knot even deeper into Shinjirou. Jade can almost see the exact moment that the dog comes. Unlike other dogs, Irvin doesn't swing around to face the other way; instead, his forepaws release their vice-like grip on Shinjirou and the dog throws his weight forward, burying himself inside the deepest yet as he begins to come, a constant stream that fails to leak out only because of the blood-engorged knot that plugs Shinjirou's entrance completely.

Jade lets out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding as Irvin goes limp, forcing Shinjirou to support his entire weight. The dog is mostly still now, save for infrequent little rocking motions.

The worst part of it is that he can feel it, spurting hot and thick deep into his body. It's more than what he's used to, at least coming from one person -- but Irvin isn't a person. Irvin's an animal.

"No, no, no," he whines, barely able to carry both Irvin's and his own weight. His arms and legs are unsteady, muscle twitches showing just how worn out he is. Head hanging low in defeat, he involuntarily makes a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. He's hard and Irvin's moving just enough to keep it that way without bringing any relief.

And yet Shinjirou does nothing more than mourn quietly. No demands, no pleas. His frustration may be obvious, but if he's learned anything over the past days, it's that he needs to become more patient and docile.

"Good boy," he says, once Shinjirou had quieted down and resigned himself to his fate. His own cock is still hard, as hard as Shinjirou's, the urgent throb of blood demanding his attention. Nothing, not even his disgust at himself, is enough to flag his arousal.

But he has to set an example. Jade allows his attention to wander, going from the dog and his bitch - because that's all Shinjirou is now - to the clock, then back to the television. The same reporter is still speaking, but now that the scene in front of him is over, Jade is able to focus on the voice again. It's an incomprehensible buzz at first, but as he comes down from his high, the quiet drone resolves itself into words. A chance of rain tomorrow; he makes a note to bring an umbrella.

And - ah yes. "Don't lose focus," he warns Shinjirou. "Even if Irvin is finished with mating you, you still need to be ready to attend to him."

His hopes aren't very high that the praise is meant for him, but with Irvin still stretching him out, he has other things to worry about than whether he's done a good job. One that isn't even really over yet, as Jade informs him.

He looks up slowly, facing Jade with silent disbelief. Holding himself up like this is too much. How is he supposed to take care of Irvin once they can finally separate? He'd like to take a shower, take care of his own arousal. Perhaps curl up on his futon and let it sink in what he's done.

There'll be a way, he'll figure something out.

"Yes," he says, eventually, and lowers his eyes again.

He tries to focus on the television, but it's difficult when every little movement from Irvin draws his attention. Eventually, though, he learns to ignore it, and his aching cock as well. By the time Irvin finally starts to ease himself free, Jade's arousal had mostly faded.

Irvin whines in dissatisfaction as his come leaks out of Shinjirou now that there's nothing to block the pull of gravity. Fur bristling, he trots around Shinjirou again, much like he had done earlier. Only this time, he stops midway through and starts to raise a leg, ready to mark Shinjirou as his.

Jade quickly intervenes. "Irvin, no." He says sharply, and the dog pauses, then lowers his leg. Shaking his fur loose, he continues to circle Shinjirou, often lowering his head to sniff at Shinjirou's stomach. "Good. Shinjirou..."

He stops. He had been about to order Shinjirou to stay where he was, but he doesn't want to give too much instruction. Shinjirou will have to learn to think for himself in this type of situation eventually.

"Nevermind. As you were."

Surprisingly it hurts worse when Irvin pops out of him than when the dog had forced his cock inside. Feeling the stretched-out opening twitch, he closes his eyes. With Irvin's weight no longer bearing down on him, it's gotten far easier to stay in the same position, so at least there's that. Still, he wishes he could hide in the shower. Irvin's seed runs out of him, down his perineum, his thighs.

Voice weak, he pushes his face into Irvin's fur when the dog licks at his throat once. "It's fine, Irvin, I'm fine. Well done." Jade's there, watching, listening. He tries to ignore that fact, doesn't face him -- but he's feeling hot and even if Jade may not be able to see the tips of his ears or cheeks glow bright red, the rest of his body and his wavering voice must tell him everything he needs to know.

Irvin is happy to nuzzle against Shinjirou for a few moments, but eventually, he pulls away again. It takes another few rounds of inspection before he's finally satisfied. With a pleased noise, he drops to his belly, curling up contentedly next to Shinjirou.

It's only then that Jade makes his way over. Irvin's ear twitches at his approach, and he raises his head slightly, but that was the extent of his reaction.

Slowly, Jade sinks to his knees behind Shinjirou, right where Irvin had been before. He forces himself to breathe, slow and steady, as he watches the way Irvin's come continues to drip out. The pale streaks only accentuates the redness of Shinjirou's hole is, gaping and inflamed from the rough mating.

Desire surges in Jade again, quicker than he thought possible, and his hot breath puffs against the exposed entrance. It only strengthens his disgust with himself. This exercise had been for Shinjirou, to force him to realize that he'd splay himself open for anyone and anything; Jade hadn't meant to get off on it as well.

He pushes his guilt away. Business first. He needs to see how his charge is doing.

"It's a shame all this went to waste," he muses, running his fingers along Shinjirou's thigh. When he pulls away, Irvin's sticky come coats his fingers, strands of it still clinging to Shinjirou's thigh.

Irvin may no longer bother him, but the way Jade examines him makes him feel even less like a human and more like an animal. Shinjirou can only imagine what he looks like down there. It doesn't feel very pretty and Jade's words certainly don't make him feel any better about it.

"I'm sorry."

He tries not to move into the touch, still desperate for relief, but his body reacts with a slight shiver anyway. Every inch of skin is too sensitive to any kind of contact; Jade's breath is enough to make him whine, his body trying to grasp for something to find itself completely empty, pushing more of Irvin's seed out.

"I'll make up for it ... somehow."

"No need." The mess should be disgusting; he should be thinking about how to clean it up. Instead, he finds himself wondering how much more of it is still inside Shinjirou. "It wasn't your fault."

He touches Shinjirou again, his palm sliding against the feverishly hot skin this time. Irvin's come is still hot in his hand, kept warm by the heat of Shinjirou's body. Careful not to let any drip onto the floor, Jade slowly reaches forward, then wraps his hand loosely around Shinjirou's cock.

"Let me take care of this, then you can clean up and go to bed." Shinjirou is, surprisingly, still hard after all that time spent struggling to hold himself up - it comes with being a teenager, Jade supposes. At any rate, this is the only way he can think of to reward Shinjirou while still keeping to their current roles: that of a master and his animal. Like this, he's simply taking care of a pet after it met with a mishap, or perhaps he's milking cattle. The details don't really matter. As long as he can dehumanize Shinjirou and turn him against himself, he would have succeeded.

It's true. Acting like a bitch doesn't change him into one, no matter how urgently Irvin wanted to mate with him. He's made a mess -- again -- and that's definitely his fault. Jade's hand distracts him from these worries, though it's not necessarily a positive thing.

It's painful. He's been hard for too long and his instincts battle between thrusting into Jade's hand and scuttling away to curl up somewhere. The latter isn't really an option. After all of what's happened today, he doesn't want to start disobeying now. He can do this. And he knows he'll feel better once the pressure is gone.

"Yes ... thank you."

"You don't sound very sure about that," he observes, more playful than anything. Jade starts off slow, his moving his hand in long tugs, getting used to the feel of having a cock in his hand again. "Would you rather have Irvin on you again?"

At the sound of his name, the dog looks up muzzily, half-asleep.

"No." Breathing calmly, listening to himself inhale and exhale, helps to keep the pain at bay and thankfully, Jade isn't squeezing his cock nor trying to get this over with quickly. A pleasant tickle runs down his spine. "I don't think I would be able to satisfy Irvin properly."

He glances at Irvin then, the dog tilting his head and barking at him. Irvin looks perfectly innocent like this. A good, loyal pet. Gasping for air, Shinjirou closes his eyes. "And ... and I think he's tired."

Shinjirou seems to appreciate the slow pace, so Jade continues to take his time, focusing his attention on the sensitive underside of his cock. He smooths the palm of his hand along the thick length. Irvin's come is viscous and sticky between them; Jade makes sure Shinjirou can feel every bit of it, another proprietary mark inscribed onto his skin.

"Ah well. At least you satisfied him properly once." Jade had been matching his breathing with Shinjirou, but the sudden gasp throws him off. He must be ready for more stimulation. Slowly, Jade increases his pace, until his hand is moving in brisk, businesslike movements. "Perhaps he'd like to have you again tomorrow. Though I hear one mating is generally sufficient for dogs."