[Content; Drugs, Dub-Con]
Sometimes slaves are unlucky enough to catch the eye of a master. Jinki had the misfortunate opportunity to find out firsthand what exactly that might entail at the manor. He'd awakened with hands on his shoulders, shaking him. Startled that there were people in his room, the slave had swatted those hands away, a slurred shout to back the fuck away. Swift retaliation had come in a punch to the stomach that left him gasping for breath, curling off the bed with tears in his eyes. "I can see already that you'll be a difficult one," a cold voice uttered as too many pairs of hands held the slave down. "Let's make you a little more agreeable." Jinki gasped at the prick stinging in his inner elbow, servants holding his arm down steady until the needle was withdrawn.
The slave jerked and twisted against the hands pinning him to the bed, a snarl ripping from his throat. They released him one by one, allowing him to curl protectively around his hurting stomach. He shuddered, a warm flush traveling through his body. "What did you give me?" He demanded to know. There was no answer and soon Jinki couldn't care less, the drugs clouding his mind in a pleasant haze. He was dimly aware of a cloth placed over eyes but the loss of sight didn't bother him. Neither did the feeling of something fitted around his neck with the tiniest of clicks. He sighs, long and slow, happy to simply exist in the moment. "There, isn't that much better? Gently now." Soft touches prodded and pulled Jinki to sit upright, the ache in his stomach dulling to a distant sensation. A light tug on the thing around his neck and he was soon standing, swaying unsteadily until a firm arm pulled him against a solid body. "I have a very important client to entertain today," the voice continued, "and your looks are perfect for my needs. A little muscular but that's not a problem. He likes them cute and I can't have you fuck it all up." None of this mattered to Jinki. The blindfold's darkness kept him calm and whatever drugs the master used kept down his resistance. He leaned against that solid body, going where his support went until the slave was guided into luxuriously warm waters. Jinki was bathed with royal treatment, delicately washed from head to toe, inside and out. Gentle hands moved him this way and that to reach all corners of his body, leaving him sparkling clean. He had no sense of time in how long it took the servants to wash him but eventually he was lifted out of the water, dripping water in puddles at his feet. Fluffy absorbant towels dried the slave without scratching his skin. When he fussed and made to remove the blindfold, the servants merely gave Jinki another injection of the drug before tying his wrists to the sides of his hips with silk ribbon. Someone hugged Jinki before he completely lost balance, fiddling with the collar around his neck and playing with the fine hairs at his nape. Deft fingers clinically stretched and lubricated his entrance, causing the slave to tremble and shiver, panting softly when a small plug was slipped into him. Then, he …show more content…
Titters of amusement reach his ears upon the discovery of the plug in his ass but Jinki feels no shame nor embarrassment. It comes out with a tiny pop. Someone replaces the void with their cock, setting a punishing pace that has the slave whimpering and soon, arching his back for more. Fingers grip his chin and a pair of lips meets his for a sloppy kiss, swallowing his noises of pleasure. He doesn't know how many of them there are or how many times they've fucked him but by the time they're finished, Jinki is in tears begging incoherently to cum, thighs quivering with unquenched need, ass shaking desperately in a bid for attention. The blindfold is soaked. A few pats on the ass is all the slave gets as the master and his clients exit the room with murmurs of satisfaction. Utterly exhausted, Jinki falls asleep waiting for the servants to retreive
Sometimes slaves are unlucky enough to catch the eye of a master. Jinki had the misfortunate opportunity to find out firsthand what exactly that might entail at the manor. He'd awakened with hands on his shoulders, shaking him. Startled that there were people in his room, the slave had swatted those hands away, a slurred shout to back the fuck away. Swift retaliation had come in a punch to the stomach that left him gasping for breath, curling off the bed with tears in his eyes. "I can see already that you'll be a difficult one," a cold voice uttered as too many pairs of hands held the slave down. "Let's make you a little more agreeable." Jinki gasped at the prick stinging in his inner elbow, servants holding his arm down steady until the needle was withdrawn.
The slave jerked and twisted against the hands pinning him to the bed, a snarl ripping from his throat. They released him one by one, allowing him to curl protectively around his hurting stomach. He shuddered, a warm flush traveling through his body. "What did you give me?" He demanded to know. There was no answer and soon Jinki couldn't care less, the drugs clouding his mind in a pleasant haze. He was dimly aware of a cloth placed over eyes but the loss of sight didn't bother him. Neither did the feeling of something fitted around his neck with the tiniest of clicks. He sighs, long and slow, happy to simply exist in the moment. "There, isn't that much better? Gently now." Soft touches prodded and pulled Jinki to sit upright, the ache in his stomach dulling to a distant sensation. A light tug on the thing around his neck and he was soon standing, swaying unsteadily until a firm arm pulled him against a solid body. "I have a very important client to entertain today," the voice continued, "and your looks are perfect for my needs. A little muscular but that's not a problem. He likes them cute and I can't have you fuck it all up." None of this mattered to Jinki. The blindfold's darkness kept him calm and whatever drugs the master used kept down his resistance. He leaned against that solid body, going where his support went until the slave was guided into luxuriously warm waters. Jinki was bathed with royal treatment, delicately washed from head to toe, inside and out. Gentle hands moved him this way and that to reach all corners of his body, leaving him sparkling clean. He had no sense of time in how long it took the servants to wash him but eventually he was lifted out of the water, dripping water in puddles at his feet. Fluffy absorbant towels dried the slave without scratching his skin. When he fussed and made to remove the blindfold, the servants merely gave Jinki another injection of the drug before tying his wrists to the sides of his hips with silk ribbon. Someone hugged Jinki before he completely lost balance, fiddling with the collar around his neck and playing with the fine hairs at his nape. Deft fingers clinically stretched and lubricated his entrance, causing the slave to tremble and shiver, panting softly when a small plug was slipped into him. Then, he …show more content…
Titters of amusement reach his ears upon the discovery of the plug in his ass but Jinki feels no shame nor embarrassment. It comes out with a tiny pop. Someone replaces the void with their cock, setting a punishing pace that has the slave whimpering and soon, arching his back for more. Fingers grip his chin and a pair of lips meets his for a sloppy kiss, swallowing his noises of pleasure. He doesn't know how many of them there are or how many times they've fucked him but by the time they're finished, Jinki is in tears begging incoherently to cum, thighs quivering with unquenched need, ass shaking desperately in a bid for attention. The blindfold is soaked. A few pats on the ass is all the slave gets as the master and his clients exit the room with murmurs of satisfaction. Utterly exhausted, Jinki falls asleep waiting for the servants to retreive