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Bad End

It was... in retrospect... a terrible idea. He should have fled thefirst chance he had, he knew beneath all that bravado and confidence that he had bitten off more than he could chew. He should have never come this close to the Castrum, he should have bolted when he was sighted. So many should haves and could haves and would haves.

All for nothing now. Of course the place would have been well guarded, absolutely brimming with the empire's best soldiers, what with the newly crowned emperor within. He assumed of course that he'd merely be killed. After felling so many a man, fighting until he'd used up every last bit of aether he could spare, until his arm grew too heavy to lift and his footwork clumsy and slow, he only imagined he'd be shot dead right here upon this very field. In all honesty, he'd have preferred it, meeting a death so glorious, to die here and find himself reunited with long lost comrades. Finally absolved of twenty years worth of guilt.

Instead, bruised, exhausted and ragged, he found himself locked away and bound. Arms manacled behind him, unable to rise from his kneeling position on the floor due to the shackles upon his legs, he was left to ponder if perhaps there was a grander end meant for him. Twenty years a thorn in the side of the empire, after all. The last living member of the Crimson Duelists, what else could possibly await him other than death? Public execution seemed likely, one last humiliation before the end.

A... depressing thought, one he didn't consign himself to so quickly in spite of his fatigue. His fingers scraped against the manacles, seeking out any sign of a keyhole to pick as his head cocked towards the door, listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. If he could but have a moment, just a few moments... Perhaps he could still yet turn this all around.

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It had been... tricky to ensure Varis zos Galvus and his son, Zenos yae Galvus, while also ensuring there were no Ascians waiting in the wings to take over, but Tseng had managed it. The result was Tseng able to take over the Empire and work on consolidating his power and solidifying the Empire's as well before he started working on expanding their borders.

One of those trips had been to Castrum Meridianum to see if it would be possible to recover that point for the Empire or even salvage some of the magitech there that had survived the explosion at Preatorium. He had gone with plenty of guards to ensure that none of Eorzea got the idea to attack him during the investigation. He had not been expecting the last member of the Crimson Duelists appearing to start taking down his guards.

It had been a long fight with many men falling to the combination of sword work and spells that were the signature of the Crimson Duelists, and Tseng patiently waited and watched from a distance as the Miqo'te stumbled. That was the beginning of the end for him as the guards essentially dogpiled him, bound him, and carried him to a cell where he waited Tseng's attention.

Not that Tseng was going to let him wait for too long as there was no sense in letting someone who could be so dangerous rest and recover. He casually strolled down the hallway towards the cell, five guards at his back, and he stopped in front of the bars that separated him from his new guest.

"X'rhun Tia. Fancy meeting you here," Tseng said, tucking his hands behind his back in a casual manner even as he smiled at the bound Miqo'te. "I had thought that you had died along with the rest of your comrades years ago, and any little rumor attributed to you just that." He shook his head. "Ah, how the mighty have fallen."

A prudent idea, really. Left too long to sit here and fiddle with his locks and regain his lost strength, the mage would have been fighting fit perhaps in a matter of hours. Had Tseng chosen instead to forego this meeting for too long, they might have had a catastrophic sequel to X'rhun's already explosive arrival.

Inwardly, he could only curse as the new emperor watched him from the other side of the bars, though outwardly he would show nothing other than grim, sharp boldness, belying the way his body ached with every slight movement he made. As far as he could, he straightened himself, meeting the other man's eyes dead on, the mage's ice blue glare unwavering.

"The reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. Perhaps if the empire's assassin were more skilled, or your men more clever, I'd not have spent the last twenty years alive." Bound and humbled as he was, he wasn't about to let that reign in his tongue. After all, it wasn't as if things could get any worse now, what was left to him but the gallows?

"Don't tut over my state, when over ten men now lie fallen in the field. I cannot begin to imagine how ten men in their prime could be laid low by one mage, perhaps the much vaunted strength of the empire has been greatly exaggerated as well?" It was a brazen attempt to goad him, an open invitation to kill him where he knelt now.

Tseng chuckled, enjoying the fact that this one's bravado hadn't died at all with his capture. It was going to be a delight to watch this one slowly crumble under the weight of the plans Tseng had for him.

"I shall see that the errors of the previous administration are corrected during mine," remarked Tseng, gesturing slightly to the door. One of the guards stepped forward and opened the cell before the five guards walked in to stand around X'rhun as Tseng walked over to stand right in front of him.

"As for the strength of the Empire, it is only as strong as its leader," he continued, accepting the metal and leather collar that one of the guards handed him. "Something Varis discovered to his dismay when I killed both him and his monster of a son to claim the throne for myself."

Two of the guards moved forward to grip X'rhun's shoulders with one hand, holding him still even as they ripped open the top of his shirt and jacket to bare his throat. Tseng smirked at the Miqo'te, sharp and as predatory as any primal, as he stepped forward to lock the special collar around that slender throat. It had been designed to enslave any who could bend aether to their will by the simple matter of slipping a pair of slender needles into the skin to disrupt the person's aether, making it impossible for them to cast at all until the collar came off with a special key.

The perfect thing to ensure this one couldn't fight back even when he had recovered.

He grimaced at the promise. As if the Empire needed to be any more efficient. One more thing to regret as he went to his grave: he'd not been able to strike down the man before him. Though... At the proclamation that Tseng himself had ended the lives of both Varis and Zenos, the latter of whom had been by far more terrifying... Even X'rhun had his doubts that, should the claim be true, that he could have contended one on one with the man himself.

The mage bristled as the cell opened, finding himself quickly surrounded by the emperorer's entourage. Not that it would be enough to silence him: "As indomitable as you claim to be, fealty will not be won through fear, and a murderer is still but a murderer no matter what station he occupies." Bold words, but only words nevertheless.

His attempts to jerk away from the hands of the guard's were of course, in vain, where would he even be able to go, chained down like this? Now held twice over by the hands at his shoulders, brilliant red cloth and fine silk ripped aside to bare his throat. It was not a blade that would meet it though, he'd seen well the collar they had, and though it's mechanisms were at first unknown to him, it's meaning there bode nothing but ill. Death, it'd seem, would not be granted to him.

Indeed, he could feel it, as his will was severed from his aether, the once powerful connection between the two silenced with chemicals as quickly and as powerfully as any spell might. The yelp he gave was sharp, short and strangled as he tried to stifle it, his body going rigid in the guard's grasp as he tried to ignore the sting of those thin needles sliding into his skin.

And for one moment, one brief, wild moment, the cold fury and brazen confidence flickered, and the look in those now overly bright blue eyes approached something far, far closer to fear as he felt his magic slip away from him.

That brief moment of fear in those eyes was the sweetest victory for Tseng, even more than watching the life drain out of Zenos' eyes for good. He grinned as he gripped X'rhun's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"But fealty can be won in other ways, my sweet pet," Tseng purred, before letting his eyes drift down over the Miqo'te's body, deliberately undressing him with his gaze and making it quite clear what Tseng had planned for his newest prisoner. "And it's going to be a delight to train you properly."

He released X'rhun and straightened, gesturing to the guards to bring him. The two holding X'rhun's shoulders shifted their grip to his arms while the one behind him unfastened the chains from the floor. Hauled to his feet, the guards forcefully escorted the Miqo'te through the halls, content to drag him if he refused to walk. Tseng led the way, apparently unconcerned about how his new pet was being treated.

The room that X'rhun was brought to was a strange mix of comfort and torture. In one corner of the room was a lush and comfortable bedroom setup while another corner had a shower faucet and drain. The rest of the room was what looked like a pleasure dungeon with various toys, structures, and other bondage items that would not be out of place at the most depraved and decadent red lantern house of Ul'Dah. The outside wall of the room, however, had heavy curtains from floor to ceiling along the entire wall, giving no hint at what lay behind them.

"Chain him in the center and leave us," Tseng ordered, pointing to where there were rings in the floor and a spreader bar hanging from the ceiling.

Powerless without his magic or his weapon, he could but only bare his teeth in a feral snarl as the other man grasped his chin, his head forced upwards to meet Tseng's gaze. Try as he might to rekindle that anger, there was no denying how that fire had been dampened by fear, his heart in his throat as the man standing over him sweetly crooned what he could only view now as something far beyond a mere threat. A terrible, violent promise, made all the more obvious as the emperor's dark gaze raked over his body.

The words he might have spat back at him were cut short, whatever they might have been, as the guards hauled him upwards and out. Perhaps he tried to walk, in an effort to maintain a shred of dignity as he was escorted down the hall, but he'd be dragged nevertheless. There was even a moment where he did genuinely make an effort to break free, as foolish an idea that was, the miqo'te's bottle brush tail barely avoiding being trampled underfoot as he struggled to maintain balance.

If he'd had any kind of doubts, any kind of misgivings that Tseng might have only been bluffing, those thoughts would be firmly squelched by the trappings and items in the room within. His gazed didn't linger long upon any of it, too focused on trying to break free from the multitude of hands gripped tight upon his arms and body. What sounded like a curse was spat out, something in native Ala Mhigan, the hints of a cat-like growl just beneath the words. The expletive certainly wasn't going to do him any good here, his heart hammering in his chest as he was dragged towards the center.

The fight to get the mage arranged there was nearly as heated as the battle he'd pitched outside, granted without weapons nor spells. There'd still be a guard or two with a split lip or a soon to be blackened eye, after all the miqo'te was more than a simple staff waver. Fight all he liked though, he'd be properly chained and splayed, and it took every possible ounce of self control to force himself to go still as he was left there. No hint of a tremble, though he was still left breathless, ears pinned flat back against his head.

No pithy words to give this time, it'd seem.

Tseng just watched, amused, as his new pet was chained up in the center of the room. The split lips and blackened eyes earned X'rhun a few dirty curses, but none of the guards were stupid enough to take their irritation out on the miqo'te. Tseng didn't move towards X'rhun until the door closed behind the last guard, and he casually strolled over to walk around X'rhun, looking him over as if he was a bit of livestock he fancied in purchasing.

"I knew you were attractive from the reports, but they certain did not do you justice," Tseng remarked, his voice holding admiration for the other. He stopped in front of X'rhun and shook his head. "Those clothes you are wearing certainly do not fit you at all."

He pulled a dagger from a hidden sheath on his back and started slowly cutting the fine cloth from that athletic body. He was careful to not nick X'rhun's skin, not yet, because he wanted to see the canvas before it was used as it were. He was looking forward to decorating and training X'rhun to his taste.

When the last of the coat and shirt fluttered to the ground, Tseng hummed in delight and ran the flat of the blade over that pale chest. "This is a delightful surprise. Those clothes certainly did a great deal to hide your fine form."

At least he'd been sure to leave his mark upon the guards then. It was something to take pride in, as he'd already had so much of it wrenched from him already. And more still yet to strip away, as Tseng began to circle him, eyeing the mage less like a man and more like some luxury pet in a cage.

It was a disconcerting thought, to come to the realization that this was quite nearly very much the case. He'd watch every motion, partially just to keep the man in sight of course... but partially so that he wouldn't have to long look at nor ponder the items and devices he saw within the room itself. The curtain had drawn his attention more than once at this point though, the morbid curiosity apparent in his gaze every time he glanced that way.

He was a man who took the utmost pride in his appearance, a not uncommon trait among miqo'te. In any other circumstance, from anyone else on this star, he might have felt flattered at the compliment. Here though, it only served to drive in that sensation, the knowledge really, of being demoted within the span of a few moments from a man to a pretty ornament. It was a comment that earned Tseng a snarl, X'rhun trying to rekindle that brightly burning anger and defiance that he'd been so eager to show before as he jerked his arms in his bonds, testing them for all the good it might do.

"You'll forgive me if I don't thank you for the compliment; I'm not an exotic pet here for your appraisal." Sharp words, but not as sharp as that knife Tseng produced. It glided through those fine clothes like a razor through paper, the humiliation of being stripped bare like this made all the worse by the time the other man took to do it. It would have almost been better if Tseng had shredded them all quickly, but the man lingered so, clearly taking the utmost care not to nick him.

And for as much as the mage might have preferred a death on the battlefield, he still froze now as his clothes fell in tatters to the floor. Trousers and boots intact but then, they had all night to get to those, and he had his doubts that they would remain whole or on for long. The cool metal of the dagger glided over his skin, the mage's body remarkablely free of too many scars. Only one stood out, stark white against the rest of him, where Lambard's rapier had slashed him just a few weeks or so ago. He'd remain motionless, watching as the blade slid lightly over his flesh.

"... You taunt me. Do you expect to hear me beg, then?" A brazen and bullheaded thorn to the last, it would seem.

"You will beg eventually," Tseng said, slowly walking around X'rhun again. This time, his fingers trailed over that skin, taking in the few scars that littered that soft skin including the fresh one on his side. He took note of that and made a mental note to avoid that until it was more healed. No sense in endlessly injuring his pet by aggravating an old injury.

Stopping in front of X'rhun again, Tseng smirked as he slid the knife into the waistband of the miqo'te's pants before gently cutting the cloth away, teasing his pet with the back of the knife sliding down those legs. It was going to be tricky to get those boots off with how X'rhun's ankles were shackled, but Tseng was good at improvising. It didn't take long for the pants to be shredded and tossed to the side, leaving him in just his small clothes and boots.

"It is going to be a delight and a pleasure to train you for my bed, pet," Tseng said with a cruel smirk as he dragged his free hand up those long legs to lightly skip over the front of those smallclothes. "However, I have to wonder, how many people have enjoyed themselves between your legs? Or have you been more discriminating than to lift your tail to anyone who gave you a wink and a smile?"

There were so many rumors about the possible lovers that this one had in his past, but there was never any rumors about offspring. If nothing else, it proved that X'rhun was at least careful about not leaving a string of bastards behind him.

It was a promise he was going to make to himself, right now, that he wouldn't plead for anything here. Though, with his confidence now more than merely shaken... He could only hope it was a promise he'd be able to keep. He could only curse his own damn pride for telling no one, not Arya, not the Warrior nor Jessie where he'd planned on going or doing. The likelihood of his absence being noted in any decent amount of time was... improbable, at best.

Tseng would be rewarded with a gentle shiver as his fingers ran across X'rhun's exposed body, the miqo'te overly sensitive thanks to those heightened nerves. His breath caught as the knife came into play again, the metal skimming past his skin once more as his trousers were cut away as his coat and shirt had been. The uniform, once a source of intense pride for the mage, lay in tatters on the floor, the only thing giving any kind of dignity to him now being merely those small clothes. The mage's tail slipped up to curl about his thigh, as if meaning to try and restore some shred of quickly failing decency.

The true gravity of the situation had long ago sunk in, of course. X'rhun's bravado was but a flimsy shield at this point, trying desperately to maintain that image of unfaltering confidence. No amount of self control in the world though would keep that hot blush from creeping unbidden across his face as Tseng's hand skimmed just barely over the front of him, his touch hot and firm along his legs, impossible to ignore. Just as his words were as the other man tried to stoke some feeling of shame in him.

It wouldn't be hard to do, not like this. He'd never felt any particular measure of shame about the amount of people he'd invited into his bed, promiscuity was no grave sin for any miqo'te after all. But to have it addressed so, in this place, by this man...

"I am not your pet." The words were spat out, practically hissed, the mage's usually sharp tongue having been blunted rather quickly as the situation spiraled out of his control. "Savage monster, no better if not worse than the men you murdered for the crown, even Zenos would never consider this." Slaughtered on sight, but not this.

"Zenos was a rabid dog and his father mot much better," Tseng replied, simply lifting a brow at that accusation. Really, how thin-skinned and insecure did X'rhun believe Tseng was? He had no shame in murdering his way to the throne, not when Ascians, war, and rebellion were all around them while the scientists were running rampant with their experiments. To save the Empire, the diseased had to be trimmed.

The knife moved again, and this time it was the smallclothes that drifted to the floor. Stepping back, Tseng sheathed the knife as he took in the pale skin before him, a hungry look in his eyes. "I'm undecided on if I like those boots on you or not, but I have plenty of time to decide."

He gathered up all the scraps of clothing to dump next to the door before he wandered back towards X'rhun, that hungry look still on his face. "Protest all you like, pet, but it will not change what you are. Which is mine!"

Casually, Tseng started stripping, folding his clothes, and putting them aside in a place where X'rhun wouldn't be able to get to them easily. This not only showed off Tseng's body with its own littering of scars but also his large cock which was starting to harden. Most people somehow appeared vulnerable when they were naked, but Tseng just seemed that much more in charge of everything.

"Don't worry. Soon you'll accept your place and even beg to pleasure me, pet," Tseng said, running his hand down the miqo'te's chest to just above his cock. He was going to ensure that X'rhun ached to be filled and stretched by the time Tseng was done training him.

What else could a cornered and bound beast do but snarl? What else could he do now but fling out petty insults? Silence had never suited him, he was never one to hold his tongue, for better or for worse. He could still do that much at least.

At last, the thin cloth of his smallclothes was finally cut away, naught left on him but the boots and nothing to cover himself but that fluffy tail. In spite of the shame, in spite of the growing panic welling in him, he met the other man's gaze head on as his fingernails bit into the palms of his hand. A bold choice, considering no matter how much grandstanding he might put on here, there was no hiding that ice cold fear in his eyes. There was still hints of denial in there, even as the scraps of his clothes were gathered and tossed aside.

Never had he ever been one to think much on his size, compared to anyone, in any context. Miqo'te weren't terribly tall creatures after all, and X'rhun himself no giant among his own kind himself. Now, however, as Tseng stripped down, he couldn't help but acknowledge with growing apprehension just how much larger the other man was in comparison to himself. He bit his tongue, swallowing back stubbornly the desire to try and reason. There would be none here, this had all gone too far downwards for that now. Try as he might though, there'd be no hiding the way his hands trembled.

Nor indeed, the tremor that ran through his body as Tseng's hand slid down his chest, unable to look away from it as it rested just above his own cock. When he did finally tear his gaze away, it was to lock on to the other man's face, all too openly revealing that look of true comprehension of what was about to happen. Fear, traces of wild desperation, all evident in those ice blue eyes.

"I will never plead with the likes of you." Forcibly said, that desperation clinging to every syllable, so painfully aware that he'd nothing more to fight with.

Every little detail was tracked by Tseng's dark eyes and noted. The fear, the trembling, and the desperation that X'rhun was trying so hard to cling to. All of that just made his hunger for the small miqo'te grow. Even the curl of that tail around a thigh in a weak attempt at preserving modestly just served to inflame him.

Reaching down, he curled his fingers around X'rhun's cock and started to gently stroke it. It was time to show his new pet just how little control he actually had.

"Everyone always says that they will never beg and plead with their captors, and in some cases, it might even be true," Tseng casually remarked with that hungry look on his face. The defiance that they always had, in the beginning, was delightful, and Tseng would never get tired of watching the realization blossom when they realized that this was indeed their fate. "But you will beg, you will plead, and you will thank me for everything you experience."

Tseng had plenty of time on his hands, a room full of toys, and more than enough items to remind X'rhun that he truly was nothing more than Tseng's pet. By the time Tseng was done with him, there wouldn't be much left of the proud warrior that attempted to murder his way through the castrum to take Tseng out.

As tense as he was, as heightened as these emotions were, when Tseng's fingers wrapped around his cock, their touch was almost electrifying. Adrenaline had already brought him to a state of half arousal before the other man's hand had even rested upon him, and with every tender and gentle stroke, he grew harder, hotter. Resisting it was impossible, he could no more control his own body than he could control the setting sun, and his teeth caught his lip as his breathing began to grow heavier.

The hunger in the other mans face, the unyielding look and that cool and casual tone belied nothing, no scrap of mercy or reconsideration. He couldn't long look at him as a warm, rosy blush, so soft and contrary to everything about this situation, began to creep across his face. His head dropped, all focus instead on trying to ignore that burning arousal, his eyes shut tight against the sight of his cock so eagerly hardening under Tseng's careful hand. X'rhun tried to throw out a retort, something, anything, but every word he tried to concoct died in his throat instead, nothing but soft and muffled, short and desperate gasps slipping out instead with each soft stroke.

Finally, like a mantra, the only word he could come up with now came, miserable and heated, repeated with every stroke: "No, no, no, no no-"

That look of twisted agony on that face was perfect! Especially with how that nice cock was hardening in Tseng's fingers. Those desperate pleas of "no" were music to Tseng's ears, and he pinched X'rhun's nipples with his other hand, adding a little bit of pain to the pleasure. He was hoping to get those eyes open again, to watch the despair and fear grow in them along with the lust. He wanted to see X'rhun start to crumble before him with the humiliation of coming under Tseng's hand.

"Oh yes," he murmured, lust thick in his voice. "You're going to be an exquisite pet, the envy of my court when they watch you in your pleasure." Because he was going to show everyone how well his pet performed under his hand and on his cock. Or perhaps whatever other toy he had available for X'rhun to writhe on for Tseng's entertainment.

Before Tseng could do anything else, he had to get X'rhun to climax first, to fill him with the humiliation and shame of coming under the hand of an enemy. Then once that had happened, Tseng would move on to the next part of his pet's training. He had not heard of any miqo'te males laying with other males, and Tseng was going to take his time training X'rhun to take his cock. He wanted to fill the smaller miqo'te with a hunger for Tseng's cock, to ache with emptiness when something wasn't in his ass. It was going to be fun to train his pet to his own tastes.

Of course, Tseng would have to figure out how he wanted to decorate X'rhun so everyone would know that he belonged to Tseng. Perhaps jeweled rings and a pretty collar? That was always lovely, and if Tseng chose gold rings with stones that matched X'rhun's eyes, that would be quite the visual feast.

The thought of being put on display like this before a leering, lustful crowd, splayed and open, teased and fucked for all to watch, and listen to him as he fell to pieces, was enough to interrupt his vehement and vocal denials with a horrified sob. His cock, however, was almost painfully hard, precum beading at the head, in direct and wanton defiance of X'rhun's own desires.

His nipples too hardened quickly as Tseng rolled them between his fingers, his body played like an instrument beneath the other man's hands. Treacherous and whorish and heedless of the terror and hopelessness starting to darken his mind now. Tseng would get precisely what he wanted, the mage lifting his head to meet the other man's gaze with eyes fogged with pleasure and panic. He'd said he would not plead, he'd swore outwardly and inwardly he wouldn't.

But that look on his face was nothing short of begging, even if the words didn't rise from him. Silent, frantic pleading, even as he fought to keep his own hips still with each and every pump of his cock. He'd not be able to last, not like this, oversensitive, overstimulated and shaking.

Tseng would be rewarded for his cruel patience; with a choked sound, a moan that had been swallowed back in shame, he spilled himself into his hand, face flushed and eyes filled with humiliation. So quickly had he cum for him, the thought forced itself to the forefront of his mind, and he tore his gaze away from him again with a soft sob. No more vicious words, it'd seem.

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"So beautiful, pet," sighed Tseng, meeting those begging eyes while listening to the horrified sob as X'rhun was starting to realize just what Tseng had in store for him. Or at least a little bit that Tseng had planned. There was no sense in telling the miqo'te everything he had planned. That would ruin the surprises.

A dark delight filled Tseng's eyes as he watched X'rhun climax, his seed spilling over Tseng's fingers, and he bent to gently kiss X'rhun, unafraid of any action he might take against Tseng.

"Gorgeous in your lust, pet," he purred with a grin and a light nip to that bottom lip. He lifted his hands from his pet's skin before wandering to grab a rolling tray that he brought back over. On it was a couple of toys as well as some rings to pierce him with for now. Tseng would have to get a new collar made for X'rhun with the anti-aether abilities worked into it.

"Now, don't move. I'd hate to hurt you," Tseng said, crouching down in front of X'rhun with a needle in one hand and a ring in the other. He quickly wiped those pretty nipples with a bit of alcohol to clean the skin before he quickly and easily set first one and then the other ring through those pretty nipples. These rings were plain and unadorned, but they would work until Tseng was able to commission some for his new pet.

"We're going to have so much fun together for the rest of your life, pet, Tseng promised with a grin before he leaned forward to lick at the newly pierced nipple. He knew how sensitive they would be now, and he was going to use that as another tool in his arsenal against the miqo'te.

He should have kept his distance, he should have curbed his pride. When he saw the royal guards present he should have retreated, told others of it. Told anyone of it. His hubris had only allowed him to see one of two options: victory or death. Never had he ever assumed anything like this, his unspoken pleas met with precisely what he expected: nothing. Just the sight of his captor's gaze filling with deviant pleasure as the mage before him began to break apart.

Teeth of course, met Tseng in that kiss, still not so easily shattered, though the other man wouldn't bear much violence from it. Still too overcome from the combined sensations of humiliation and post coital fatigue to sink his teeth into the new emperor. Besides, he had other things now to occupy his mind, the gleam of rings and piercing tools catching his eye.

Don't move, he said, and what could he do but heed that? These after all, wouldn't grant him the death he'd have preferred over this, only unwarranted pain. The cool touch of the alcohol soaked cloth dragged a shuddering breath from him, edged with a gentle noise of protest, the sensitive pink flesh perking under it. All the more overstimulated as the needle pierced the hardened little bud, one and then the other, and each time the captured mage let loose with a soft and short hiss. The ache of it, as the cold metal was set in place for each one, unable to look away now at the sight of them.

A glaring, bold declaration of ownership, as good as the collar wrapped around his neck. He watched, horrified but rapt, as Tseng moved to run his tongue along one freshly pierced nipple, the electrifying bolt of his hot tongue across cool and hyper sensitive flesh causing him to groan and shiver. "No, no, no no no no no nonono please no no-"

Oh how quickly was that promise broken, the freezing claws of reality fully sunken in now. The rest of his life, a toy, a pet, a thing to fuck. He shook, his fingers catching and clawing at the chains that held his hands. "Not this, please, please!"

What was that saying? Pride goeth before the fall? Well, X'rhun was certainly falling now. His protests were delightful music to Tseng's ears, and the sudden frantic clawing at the chains holding his hands was amusing as Tseng stepped back to admire X'rhun. As nice as it was to have him stretched out like this, it was going to make some things incredibly difficult, but Tseng couldn't just call his men back in every time he wanted to move X'rhun around.

Nodding, Tseng scooped up a crimson rope off of a shelf before returning to his pet. He started weaving the rope around X'rhun's body and limbs in such a way that he would be able to incapacitate him with a single pull of the rope, trapping his arms and legs together. He wasn't going to take a chance with the miqo'te's sharp claws or general fighting strength in desperation to get free.

Standing behind X'rhun with the rope in his hand, Tseng hit the quick release on his pet's wrists before jerking the rope at the same time to send those hands against X'rhun's legs. If his pet ended up hurt because of this, then Tseng would simply call for a medicus to heal him. After he had been moved of course.

Desperation would fully encompass the state he'd entered, wild ideas concocted and tossed aside, his mind a flurry of frantic plots and not a single one of them would hold water. No one knew he was here, no one knew where he'd gone or what he had planned on doing. His magic silenced, his weapons confiscated, his arms and legs bound and shackled.

The only possible chance would have been when the other man tried to move him, and even that was turned into so much ash as Tseng began to carefully wind that rope around him. Arms and legs captured in the rope, even trying to steel himself against it in the wild hope that perhaps he'd be able to resist the sudden snap back was all for naught.

The cry of pain made it clear he'd wrenched something, though while it was certainly uncomfortable, it was hardly dire. Miserably, through the burning pain in his shoulder where a muscle had been pulled too hard, he could tell it was nothing that might possibly distract his captor from his work. Utterly helpless in his bindings, no matter how hard he yanked at them, he clamped his teeth down upon his own treacherous tongue to keep himself silent, his head hanging. The effort to mute himself would prove fruitless still, as the vague noise of a breathy whimper could still be heard.

"I would warn you against fighting me, pet, but I do enjoy the challenge," Tseng remarked, hearing that cry of pain. He'd check his pet over and see if it required a medicus, but meanwhile, he would be able to shift X'rhun as he wanted.

Unbinding then tying those ankles, Tseng draped X'rhun over his shoulder like a bag of flour before he walked over to a padded table-like seat. He placed X'rhun on it before he climbed up to straddle his pet's waist, holding him there with his sheer weight. He grinned down at X'rhun, enjoying the helplessness of the other. "I don't normally get on top like this, but for you, I'll make an exception."

It was a tease and a taunt. Tseng would never bottom to his pet, not how he expected his pet to bend offer for him.

With careful fingers, he unbound first one arm before lifting it above X'rhun's head where it was bound down again with thick leather straps that gave him no leverage. He shifted his weight and repeated the process with the other arm, and then he slid down to untie those nice legs. As much as he wanted to keep those thigh-high boots on his pet, they would give him far too much room to get free. This was going to be annoying.

Deliberately, Tseng untied X'rhun's legs before grabbing a boot in each hand and pulling. He was braced for an attack, for the miqo'te to lash out at him, and he was going to do everything he could to counter it before binding bare legs back down.

If anything, he'd only served to hobble himself further. There'd surely be a bruise later on from whatever he'd managed to strain in there, but nothing was broken or dislocated. Perfectly fit enough to keep going without a single pause, and he began to wish he'd pulled harder upon the ropes. If nothing else, it might have earned him a few minutes of reprieve to think, as a medicus was found. No such luck would be his though, his motions would only be made a little more painful.

Tseng would cart him, squirming and thrashing, to the chair, the smaller male not nearly bulky enough to set the larger man off balance. A fact that was driven home as Tseng moved to straddle him, a weight that could only be borne of solid muscle pinning the miqo'te down in place. Struggle as he might, there'd be no shifting him without the use of his hands, and that measure of squirming would soon be diminished. Every buck and twist of his hips only served to press his cock against the other man, a stark and inescapable reminder of his nudity. Shaking, he tried to flatten himself against the chair instead, straining his arms against Tseng's grasp as he strapped both of them down, one by one.

Oh, but the real fight would come in with the removal of the boots. Tellingly, at first, the mage went completely motionless, ice blue eyes still filled with wild terror. It was only when he began to try and remove the first boot that he'd kick, trying to drive the heel of it into Tseng before the boot itself could be removed. Even when it was pulled off of him, he'd still try to land a few good kicks, and the battle would be similarly repeated with the other.

Even if he could only blacken an eye or bloody his nose, it'd be something, his teeth bared in a snarl and his ears flattened against his head.

"See how well you enjoy me with a broken nose, coward!" Whether or not he'd actually accomplish what he'd set out to do, he'd be bound nevertheless, left panting, shaking and strapped down in the chair.

Shifting, Tseng managed to keep that boot from connecting with his nose even if the heel did clip his cheek to leave a bruise there. The other wild yet desperate kicks were blocked with his arms in the way of the monks, showing that Tseng did indeed have some fighter training and didn't rely on tricks and others to win a battle. He knew there would be bruises on his arms later, but he was more than willing to let X'rhun wear himself out on Tseng before he removed the boots and strapped those legs down.

During one kick, Tseng managed to get his arm wrapped around a boot, and he yanked it off, casually tossing it over his shoulder before he repeated the process with the other boot. If he decided to give X'rhun boots in a similar style to wear, he would have to make sure that they didn't have thick soles that could be used to injury Tseng. Once the boots were gone, Tseng grabbed a leg, strapped it down while ignoring any kicks from the other one, and then grabbed that final flailing limb, breathing a faint sight when X'rhun was strapped down and helpless.

"It's said that anything worth having is worth working for, and I can see you're going to make me work for you, pet," chuckled Tseng as he reached under the chair and unlocked it. In a few minutes, he had X'rhun arranged with his legs spread with his knees bent, leaving him open and exposed for Tseng. Stepping between those spread legs, Tseng lightly dragged his fingers up those thighs, enjoying the feel of the other's skin. "But you're definitely worth the work."

X'rhun lay there, panting, trying to catch his breath after his vicious but ultimately fruitless attempt to fight. What did it even accomplish, other than to waste his own energy? Tseng still stood, face clean and with naught to show for the mage's efforts but a few slowly blossoming bruises. And himself?

Tied down, of course, and soon spread wide for the other man's pleasure, every inch exposed for use. His legs trembled, the fencers finely toned thighs twitching beneath Tseng's touch, his tail trying to curl up between his legs. Now, he only stared towards the ceiling, eyes like saucers as he fought to calm his breathing.

"You... you're... you're a monster." He could only softly speak those words between each breath, pulling against the straps only to be forced to lay still again, tired. He'd already spent himself, between the battle outside and the beginning's of Tseng's training here. Whatever feeble effort he could raise against the bindings would be almost laughable, no where near the power needed to wrench himself free.

"If I had a gil for every time I heard that accusation," sighed Tseng with an amused shake of his head. Really, it wasn't like it was anything new to call him a monster, not when it was the most common insult to toss at him because of whatever reason.

Briefly, he moved back to his cart and pulled it closer to the bound miqo'te as he returned to his place between those slender legs. He hummed as he ran his fingers through the curls around the miqo'te's cock and shook his head. "Very messy. I'm going to have to take care of this," he said, reaching over to grab a straight razor and a bit of special shaving cream that would ensure that no hair grew back. "Now don't move, pet. You wouldn't want me to nick something sensitive."

Spreading the cream around with a gentle hand, Tseng smiled before he flicked the razor open. He leaned in to ensure he was getting every single hair as he started to carefully shave X'rhun. He trusted X'run to not move, not when there was a razor near his cock, and Tseng smirked as he gently handled both that nice cock and those soft balls, maneuvering them to ensure every little hair was removed. While Tseng himself didn't mind if his partners had some body hair, this was more about removing any possible bit of modesty X'rhun might be able to hide behind

When he was finally done, he traded the razor for a warm damp cloth and cleaned both his hands and the now hairless skin. "There, much better, pet," he said, drawing light fingers over the more sensitive skin to enjoy the reaction he would get. "You look better like this."

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