filthhub | Bad End

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

X'rhun drifted for a moment in a haze, his breath ragged and labored as tremors ran through his body in waves. He could feel the other man's cum trailing down his inner thighs, that gentle sensation alone almost too much for him to bear on his overheated, oversensitive skin. Being left cold, open and empty, however, was slowly becoming uncomfortable. Shameful, filthy, how quickly he'd adjusted to Tseng's cock stretching him out, and even though the hand upon his ass and the finger teasing his hole was overstimulating to the point of madness, he still could not bring himself to pull away with whatever little strength he still had left.

X'rhun's ass would ever be a fine thing to touch, years of travel and exercise so very visible in it's shape and feel. Firm, pert and rounded, the skin supple, smooth and soft. He jerked slightly to feel those fingers against his swollen hole, letting out a few soft, pathetic whimpers.

"Please... please... I'm so tired..." Even as he shifted his legs, the motion distinctly welcoming of whatever Tseng might see fit to press inside of him.

"Are you empty, pet? Is your greedy ass still hungry for more?" Tseng asked in a soft, soothing tone as if he was trying to comfort X'rhun instead of taunting him into further begging, more confessions of debauchery and lust. "Three climaxes in an hour and you're still hungry for more pleasure?"

Tseng could see that he was going to have to build up X'rhun's stamina to keep up with him in the bedroom, but that was fine. He was willing to let his pet rest for now while Tseng finalized their plans to return to Garlemald. He would even be nice enough to clean his pet up before letting him sleep.

He smirked as those legs shifted further open, the miqo'te's body being much more honest at the moment. While X'rhun might be tired and want only to rest, his body was eager and hungry for more. Soon, Tseng would have him trained so that his body's desires were all that mattered.

"No... No, no, no...." His thighs shook, and still splayed, he slowly tried to lower his ass to the bed. It didn't matter if Tseng's lap was in the way, at this point he would rest upon anything at all, his tail limply hanging to the side. Tired, he was so, so tired, all he wanted to do was to slip into oblivion and sweet, black unconsciousness.

"Puh... Pleeeease.... Tired..." His words slurred, and if he could, he'd bring his aching ass to rest either against the bed or upon Tseng's lap, shaking gently, his breath hitching. "No... no more... no more, no more..." It didn't matter in this moment how empty he was, how stretched open and cold he was left without something stuffed inside him. Even acknowledging that thought hurt, that on any level, he could long to feel something filling him up again, as dim and as buried a desire as it was.

"Just tell me, pretty pet," coaxed Tseng, keeping up that soft touch even as X'rhun's ass settled in his lap. "Tell me how empty you are, how you crave more pleasure, and I'll let you sleep."

Perhaps he was being a bit cruel, but he wouldn't get his pet trained any other way. Especially as he would quickly learn that obeying would get rewards, such as sleep. It would be quite easy to dangle treats in front of X'rhun for what Tseng considered good behavior, and soon, those treats wouldn't be needed as the miqo'te would simply accept the new behaviors as normal. Then Tseng would give him new things to earn treats.

A slow way, but it would be so very satisfactory once X'rhun was fully trained to be the Garlean Emperor's sex slave.

The reply at first was only a sob, each gentle little touch causing him to twitch and jerk under his hand. It was all too painfully clear that he'd not be left in peace if he didn't give Tseng precisely what he asked for, and he was so desperately, deliriously tired. He tried to pull away, the movement inelegant and feeble, unable to even clear Tseng's lap before he could only still his motions again with a breathless moan.

"I'm... I... Please fill... fill me up, please, I'm... so empty, I need m... m-more please... Fill me back u-up... up again, I need... Please I need more..." Anything, anything to get a reprieve, it didn't matter now. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, he could barely summon the energy to speak. Whatever would be asked of him in exchange for rest, he'd give it.

"Good pet," Tseng praised, pulling his hand away from that poor abused hole to gently shift X'rhun onto the bed on his side. He went to the cart and retrieved that slender plug from before along with a harness before he returned to the bed.

Settling behind X'rhun, Tseng gently lifted his tail and slipped the plug into that hole, and he grinned before wrapping the harness around those slender hips, deliberately locking the plug in place until X'rhun tightened back around it. "There you go, pet. Just rest."

The arms would be unfastened from behind X'rhun's back as it was quite obvious that the miqo'te was exhausted and not going anywhere. At least for now. Plus Tseng wanted to get his pet looked over by a medicus which would happen as soon as he was asleep. it would be a simple thing to have a guard summon one before he sent one of his servants to bring "appropriate" clothing for his new pet while he worked with his people to finalize their return to Garlemald. It was truly a fortuitous timing that had brought X'rhun to the castrum as Tseng had been on his way out, having salvaged everything he could before ensuring the charges were correctly laid to destroy the place. While the Eorzean Free Nations wouldn't be able to get anything of value from the place, it would make them curious about what he wanted to hide that they would waste precious time looking here and giving him the chance to secure the Empire against them.

He'd be boneless, easy to lift and shift about. In the time it took for Tseng to head to the cart and return, he didn't budge a single inch, his eyes already shut just within that short span.

Not asleep though, as dearly as he wanted to be. The plug was slipped back into place, garnering a pitiful whine from the broken mage, the harness ensuring that he'd not be removing the toy that was pressed inside of him any time soon. No, he'd not be running, not right now, at least. That much was abundantly clear. He couldn't even rally the strength to curl into a ball, his arms just tugged up to his chest as sleep began to claim him.

Perhaps he'd wake up to find it all a horrific nightmare, borne of nothing more than bad ale and some half formed ideation. He'd wake up drenched in cold sweat and shaken, but it'd be a dream... It'd be just a dream...

It was the only thought that soothed him now, a comfortable lie as his eyes shut again, leaving Tseng to do whatever he pleased as the miqo'te fell into a deep sleep.

The medicus was quick to arrive and easily took care of the strained shoulder as well as soothe the aches of any other activity, such as when X'rhun snuck into the castrum, and just as the medicus was leaving, the new clothes were brought in.

It took a bit of wriggling, but soon X'rhun was clad in an outfit that was from the latest Ishgardian fashions, if those repressed nobles preferred outfits made of sheer chiffon and satin brocade with the front barely brushing toe top of X'rhun's thighs. Sheer stockings were slid onto those powerful legs followed by boots that ended just below the tops of those stockings. The pointed heels might be a bit difficult for him to walk in, but Tseng knew they would cross that bridge when they came to it. The wrists, of course, were fastened behind X'rhun's back again before Tseng allowed him to truly sleep and rest.

By the time, X'rhun woke up, Tseng was fully dressed again and appeared as if he had been sitting behind a desk all day instead of tending to his pet.

He'd be woken up twice within that span of time. Once when the medicus attended to him, though the practitioner would get barely any acknowledgement from him. Whatever minor tearing had happened in his shoulder was easily dealt with, as well as the fully body ache, from Tseng's enthusiastic first session with him. There was no reason to intervene with the healing, though the medicus attending to him would receive nothing from X'rhun, save for an exhausted side eye.

It was the clothing that caused more of a stir. A bit of wriggling would be right: he'd be woken up again in the process, and the task of dressing him would be complicated somewhat as he tried to put his barely restored strength to use. No luck, of course, he'd not rested nearly long enough, and the medicus wasn't a miracle worker. He knew well the limits of white magic, and there was absolutely no way he'd be restored to fighting fit with the attention he'd gotten. Not consider the exertion he'd been put through. Each and every motion would again cause the plug to shift in him, nullifying that fight even further, until at last his arms were clasped behind him, and he'd be left to a fitful, miserable slumber.

The first thing he'd do upon waking again, of course, was to quietly try and test the bonds that held him, pointedly refusing to look at the risque, scanty little outfit he'd been forced into. Every little twist and tug would be almost highlighted by the material itself, the sheen of fine satin and stockings gleaming atop lean muscle. Never mind how the close fitting top lightly tugged and rubbed against the piercings on his nipples, his thighs shifting to try and protect the rings along his cock from the same.

Utterly degrading, even pulling at his bonds would be a shameful display, causing a warm blush to creep across his face until he was forced to cease all movement. Tseng's presence had been noted, of course, the bound mage casting him a look fraught with dread, coupled with humiliation from the very clear memory of what had just happened not long before. The recollection of his own wild pleading and how quickly he'd fallen to pieces in the other man's hands wouldn't soon be lost to him, the sound of his cracked and broken voice begging to be fucked still ringing in his ears.

Perhaps that was what kept him silent for the moment, waiting instead for Tseng to break the quiet.

The weak fight to dress X'rhun was noticed, and Tseng took pleasure in the tiny noises that came from his pet as he wrapped sheer and decadent cloth around him. Then there was how he woke up, shifting and curling up to protect himself, or maybe his new piercings, from whatever he was expecting. Tseng would have to change the plug out for something a bit larger today. Feed that hunger to be always filled and encourage the ache when he wasn't.

"Good morning, pretty pet," Tseng greeted, not moving from the chair he was sitting in. He had noticed the movement of the other, indicating a return to consciousness. He smirked at X'rhun, a dark cruelty to his lips. "You look lovely this morning. Why don't you stand up and turn around? Let me see you in your pretty clothes."

It was less a suggestion and more a polite order. Tseng wanted to watch X'rhun move in those almost there clothing and wobble on those heels. Once X'rhun was on his feet, Tseng would take him out of the room to oversee the finalized abandonment of the castrum before they left on the airship. Everyone was going to be able to see X'rhun, and Tseng hoped that the heels would keep X'rhun from running or trying to fight back, but if necessary, Tseng had a hobble that would be quite effective in keeping X'rhun from acting up.

The bindings wouldn't be loosening, and Tseng's 'suggestion' was heard loud and clear. Sleep and healing had restored at least some of the fight that had been in him before, tempered though it was now by the earlier lesson, so to speak. He'd be choosing his method of battle a little more carefully now, his ears flat against his head and his tail curled between his legs. Better to hide the gleam of the rings and the plug from sight, clinging to whatever scraps of dignity he had left.

"... I cannot get of the bed properly, with my arms bound." X'rhun's voice was hoarse and soft, broken from his previous cries and pleas. His gaze never left the other man, watchful and anxious, his tone forcibly even in an effort to iron out every last hint of a tremor from his voice.

"I won't be able to balance if I can't move my arms." He didn't need to try to be able to tell that much, he saw the heels of the boots that had been forcibly put on him. It was a test, really. An effort to see what his boundaries were, and how far he might be able to push them. The fact that it was the truth that he wouldn't be able to successfully push himself out of the bed and stand without the use of his arms was just an extra boost to his claim.

"You certainly can't get out of bed with your tail between your legs, pet," countered Tseng with a patient expression. "And you have to prove your intentions before I will release your arms."

However, Tseng did rise from the chair to walk over to the bed. Reaching out, he grasped X'rhun's arms before lifting him upright and situated him to sit on the side of the bed. "There."

With one as agile in battle as X'rhun, Tseng found it hard to believe that he wouldn't be able to get to his feet now without his arms, and if he started to fall, then Tseng would be there to catch him. But those arms weren't being unbound until Tseng was sure he wouldn't be attacked because it was slightly annoying right now to have to discipline his pet when there was a great deal more to be done so they could leave. Thanalan was too hot and dry for Tseng's taste, preferring the cooler climate of Garlemald or even the tempered climate of Kugane.

Of course, if X'rhun had as much difficulty as he was claiming, Tseng might be a bit lenient on his pet, but that would only come if he addressed Tseng in a proper and polite manner. SOmething X'rhun would have to figure out for himself.

His bluff was called, then. X'rhun hid well the miserable disappointment when Tseng moved not to release his arms, but to haul him upright and pull him to the side of the bed. The movement only added pressure and stimulation to the new piercings and the plug, causing him to hiss gently, before he sat gently shaking upon the edge of the bed.

He hoped it was annoying, he hoped he was inconveniencing the other man, even if it was all he was capable of doing right now. There was only so far he could press his luck though, that much he knew. After a moment, building up his will to move and gauging where he'd need to put his feet, he slowly pulled himself off the bed, wavering where he stood as he worked out where he'd need to put his weight in order to stay upright.

Tseng was right, of course, he knew he would be, when he had said that his tail between his legs would do him no favors. The skirt attached to the corset was doing so very, very little to cover him though. The position was changed, the fluffy appendage moving now to curl around his waist instead.

It took a moment, for him to meet the other man's gaze again, forcing it from the floor where he'd locked it as he stood. Sullen, cold, humiliated, but the fire that had burned so brightly in them before had been dimmed by the earlier training session. Standing, of course, only caused the toy inside him to shift and move, and he was well aware even now that walking would cause it to grind and push inside of him with every motion of his hips. And he was going to have to walk... The idea alone caused his breath to catch for a moment, evening out just as quickly as he shifted his weight in an effort to gain some respite. Already, the rosy bloom of a blush was starting to appear across his face again.

This day was going to be hell, wasn't it?

Annoying? Perhaps a touch when it seemed X'rhun had been doing his best to bluff about his abilities. That had certainly been another reason why Tseng had ensured X'rhun sat on the edge of the bed, pressing against that plug as his pretty piercings were played with.

Tseng watched with that same small smirk as X'rhun slowly rose to his feet, wobbling a bit before he found his balance, and that smirk only grew a bit when those eyes lifted from the floor to meet his. Oh, there was a fire still in them, but it was dampened some from what the miqo'te had gone through the night before. Tseng didn't want to extinguish that fire, but he also knew that such a fire could easily burn him if it wasn't carefully banked.

"See, pet? I knew you could do it," Tseng praised, reaching over to run a hand through the white hair. "you just needed a bit of encouragement."

His other hand pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to the collar X'rhun still wore. "Now you should be aware that the needles in your collar are hooked up to a sensor. If they are moved too much, say someone tugging on the collar in a way to either damage the one wearing it or the collar itself, the sensor will activate the failsafe, causing a powerful sleep agent to be released into your body and keeping you asleep until the antidote is administered."

Meaning that if X'rhun tried to pull on the collar hoping to use the needles to end his imprisonment, he would find himself unconscious and helpless to anyone who happened by until the antidote was given.

Once he was sure X'rhun understood what he was saying, Tseng started to walk towards the door, the other end of the leash in his hand. He was wiling to go slow, give his pet time to get use to walking in the heels, but he wasn't going to stop.

It was a difficult task to stand in the boots, to be sure. The heel was far more pronounced than the flatter, shorter, more sturdy ones he'd grown accustomed to, and even standing in place saw him wavering unsteadily. If standing was this difficult, he couldn't begin to imagine how difficult walking at any decent pace was going to be, let alone run.

Any escape attempt he might try to concoct would have to wait until his arms were free, where he might stand half a chance of removing the boots. Something that, at the moment, looked like it was going to be a grueling trial to achieve. Trust was somehow, some way, going to need to be built... if only so he might take advantage of it.

The glare was broken for a moment as Tseng carded a hand through his hair, grimacing as even that gentle motion ever so slightly challenged his tenuous balance. The leash, while unsurprising, still caused his heart to sink, the threat of what might happen should he yank too hard upon it a chilling one. Death after all, would be too good a fate for him now. Were he to collapse somewhere and be rendered totally helpless, he'd most certainly still awaken a captive... and no doubt in far more dire straights than he was before. He said nothing, though his mind was starting to tentatively piece together the ghost of an idea. There must be some way of removing the collar without disturbing the needles too much...

Thoughts and plans that would now all be shoved inelegantly and quickly to the wayside as Tseng began to walk. Unfortunately, almost all concentration was going to have to go into keeping upright... a task made all the more difficult as he quickly came to the obvious realization that he was about to be paraded throughout the castrum. That was going to make keeping his balance all the more difficult, as resigned depression suddenly changed to cold apprehension and humiliated panic. There was a moment where he tried to lock himself in place, before the warning he'd just received sprang back to mind.

So instead, he stumbled, catching himself as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle the lewd and wanton moan he made as the plug pressed and rubbed against his prostate. Tseng wouldn't be stopping, and so he had little choice but to force the next few steps, the miqo'te's tail wrapped over and around his hip to hide his slowly hardening cock. The skirt, after all, did nothing for that, if anything highlighting his state, chiffon ruffles almost tenderly framing it from behind the fur of his tail.

While there might be a way of removing the collar without the key or disturbing the neelds, Tseng would ensure that X'rhun would never be able to get his hands on anything that would assist him in such a situation. As soon as they were in Garlemald, the leather and metal collar would be replaced with one that was pure metal and impossible to cut. Only the best for his pet after all.

Tseng gave X'rhun enough attention to ensure the miqo'te wasn't trying to hurt himself with the collar and was still able to walk in the heels at the pace Tseng had set. One of the guards had already taken X'rhun's weapon as well as the remains of his clothing and stashed them near one of the bombs. The idea is that if anyone found them, they would believe X'rhun had been caught in the explosion and died, thus ensuring none thought to search for him, leaving him completely at Tseng's mercy.

The second they stepped out of the room, there were eyes turning towards X'rhun, desperately trying to see behind that fluffy tail or under the sheer fabric, wanting to know exactly what their emperor had decorated his new pet with. Many of those looks were hungry, as if they wanted to see what sort of noises they could get from the miqo'te or what he might look like on his knees with his tail in the air. Tseng was highly aware of all those looks and was encouraging them, pausing now and then to let X'rhun catch his breath or his balance even as he ran a hand over that nice ass or down his front to lightly caress his decorated cock.

"You're beautiful, and everyone here wants you, pretty pet," Tseng murmured as they stopped near a courtyard where troops were moving, loading things onto an airship. Eyes were turning their direction again even as people continued doing their jobs. "Can you feel their eyes on you even as you make them hard in their pants? They're all so very jealous that you belong to me right now and would love to see what sort of noises they could get you to make."

He reached down and curled his fingers around X'rhun's cock, lightly stroking it as he did his best to coax that fluffy tail away to expose his pet to everyone.

From the very second they left the room, he felt those eyes on him. Strangers all, and countless many of them. For all he'd try to hide the front of him with his tail, the sheer fabric still left little to the imagination, the silhouette of the mage's toned thighs and rounded ass easy to see, as well as the suggestion of the plug. With his tail otherwise occupied after all, there was nothing to disguise the shadow of it against pale skin, pressed firmly against the curve of his ass.

X'rhun's face burned, the blush now having crept up to the insides of is ears, all brilliant pink against white hair. The little touches Tseng saw fit to give, the other man's hand running over his rump, his fingers tracing his now hard cock, kept threatening to force him to stumble again in distraction. Every little misstep of course only heightened his awareness of the piercings and the toy, the corset pulling gently on the little rings through his hardened nipples, the roll of his hips with each step working the plug inside of him. More than enough to keep him hard and hot beneath Tseng's hand, but nowhere near enough to bring him even close to cumming. A blessing and a curse all in one, spared one humiliation for the pain of another.

They stopped, and by the Twelve, he wished they didn't. He couldn't bear to look upon the ship as it was loaded, knowing full well he'd be on it soon too, never again to see Ala Mhigo, nor could he stand to raise his eyes from the ground to look upon the hungry stares of lustful soldiers, indeed practically feeling the gaze of countless men raking over his body. Tseng's words were as poison, and he bared his teeth as he spoke.

"Twelve as my witness, should anyone else touch me, they'll soon find themselves regretting it." The edge in his tone was blunted somewhat by the hoarseness of his voice, and the breathy quality that touched it as Tseng wrapped his fingers around X'rhun's cock. The tail, however, stubbornly remained. In fact openly attempting to curl tighter around him, as if he meant to get it in the way of his hand.

"Them and you, as well."

The sight of that blush, that bright pink against white hair, was adorable and made Tseng even more hard in his pants. Oh, he loved how the little actions showed what X'rhun was going through. How his nipples were being rubbed by the corset and the rings tugged on even as he did his best to hide his hard cock behind his tail. There were also the little twitches that showed whenever the plug pressed and moved inside X'rhun.

A chuckle slipped out of Tseng at the hoarse threat even as those eyes refused to rise from the ground. "How interesting that you swear to your gods, yet there is none here to help you," he tisked, not letting that tail get in the way of fondling that pretty cock. "Soon enough, you will come to accept your life, and you will realize the truth."

He leaned down to whisper in one of those beautifully pink ears. "I am your new god."

One of the men walked over and saluted Tseng, waiting patiently to be acknowledged. Tseng didn't remove his hand from X'rhun's decorated cock as he partially turned, drawing attention to it in his own way. "Sir, the airship is fully loaded and the explosives are ready to detonate as soon as we are safely away."

"Very good. We'll depart as soon as the men themselves are aboard," Tseng ordered, and the man saluted again before hurrying off to spread the order. Dragging his hand up the hard flesh his fingers were curled around, Tseng turned towards the most heavily armored airship there. It didn't look any different from the outside than any of the others, and that was a deliberate design, but there were armed guards bracketing the ramp into the ship, and Tseng casually strolled up it with X'rhun behind him.

"Captain, send word to the other ships that I would like to leave as quickly as possible," Tseng said settling in a seat and pulling X'rhun into his lap. "I would not wish the Eorzeans to belive we have overstayed our welcome."

Every word ground whatever possible flagging optimism he could still harbor into the dust, their cruelty and impact only doubled by the continuous assault of sensations. The rings, the clothes, the stares, his wavering balance, that hand on his cock, the blush burning his face and ears, even the sight of the ship only added to it all.

The final comment bore through him, more painful than any bullet, and he clamped down upon his tongue to keep himself from spitting some poorly though vile oath, or perhaps to swallow down the groan and sob of horror that tried to rise in his throat. All Tseng received was silence, though from the way his hands clenched into fists behind him, and the gentle tremor that never quite left him, it was clear just how overwrought the miqo'te actually was.

There would be no respite even when the other man was distracted, and somehow the casual nature of it, coupled with how blatantly and openly Tseng was fondling him, only magnified the humiliation of it. Played with in such an intimate fashion, so openly and thoughtlessly, as if he truly were nothing more than a pet, a toy. The other man dragged his hand up along the mage's pierced cock, managing to milk a single pearly drop of precum from the tip as in turn, a bead of blood collected upon X'rhun's lip as his teeth sank into the soft skin there. An effort to silence all sound, lest he add to his own torment.

Unsteadily he followed, the chiffon of the skirt and his own fur doing him no favors, every little touch absolutely maddening in tandem with Tseng's own. The only possible relief would have to be borne of total public debasement, it'd seem... and he considered himself not so far gone as to just mindlessly chase his own pleasure, surrounded by voyeurs.

The heels skidded slightly, as Tseng pulled him into his lap, X'rhun putting up some token resistance before he ultimately ended up seated upon the emperor's thighs. The hiss he gave was tainted with a conspicuous moan as his ass met the other mans legs and sent a sinfully pleasurable jolt straight through him, thanks to the plug still so firmly stuffed inside him. Holding the mage would feel like gripping stone swathed in cloth, the miqo'te as tense as a bow string as he tried to pull himself to the very absolute edge of the other man's lap in an effort to gain some measure of distance, his fingers once again trying to find and scrabble at the bindings keeping his arms locked behind him.

Every action, every little sensation, it was all calculated to keep X'rhun off balance and not thinking about anything other than his situation. Tseng wasn't foolish enough to believe that X'run, last of the Crimson Duelists, was anything but dangerous still, and the last thing Tseng needed was X'rhun getting the chance to start planning or plotting either his escape or Tseng's end.

Twisting X'rhun around so that he was straddling Tseng's legs, the Garlean Emperor pulled his back against Tseng's chest, trapping those fumbling hands against Tseng's waist. His new pet might be stiff, but that didn't mean that Tseng wasn't going to take every single advantage to keep X'rhun off balance.

"You're adorable when you blush, pet," Tseng purred, rocking his hips up into X'rhun to both stimulate the plug and startle the miqo'te. His plan was to use that surprise to spread X'rhun's legs, spreading them wide and draping them on the outside of his legs which would also make it that much harder to hide from the rest of the crew.

The subtle rumble of the engines sent a delightful vibration through Tseng's body, and the viewscreen flared to life, showing the castrum slowly shrinking as the ship rose into the air. Tseng knew they were higher up than it appeared, but he still flinched a tiny bit when the first explosion appeared in the castrum. The chain reaction was perfect, and within a few minutes, the castrum was unrecognizable and on fire.

That would draw the attention away from them for a while and send the Eorzeans into a bit of a frenzy if only to figure out what had happened.

Even without the use of his arms, it'd be a task to get him to turn, the mage's heels skidding and catching where ever he might find some measure of purchase, squirming desperately in spite of the toy seated in him, in spite of the rings and clothing. As Tseng rocked his ups upwards, it drove the plug inwards and against that sweet little bundle of nerves, causing him by sheer reflex to arch his back. In part an effort to pull himself up and away, though judging by the soft, choked off little noise he made, the motion was not entirely borne of an attempt to escape.

Granted, it played into precisely what Tseng was trying to do and then some, the surprise of it not only allowing the other man to spread X'rhun's legs wide, but causing the tail to slip away as well. Legs splayed and back arched, the captured mage's decorated and wholly aroused cock was on full display, framed by chiffon ruffles, precum upon the tip serving well to highlight the ring set upon it. Almost immediately, he'd struggle to hide himself again, the state of how far he'd come undone suggested in the fact that he swore as he did so, the oath bitter, more befitting a soldier than a mage or indeed a duelist.

Such was his distraction that he only barely registered the explosion from below, though perhaps what troubled him far more, what frightened him far more, was how quickly the ship had taken off. How soon they'd surely be far, far outside the reach of friends and allies. Beyond saving.

It mattered little in that moment if his struggles would only exacerbate his situation, as so indeed they did; he threw himself against Tseng's grip, wild and panicked. As little good as it would do, even if by some miracle he did pull himself free, where else was there to go? How far could he even expect to get? An inelegant, indecent display, the crew treated to the sight of the barely dressed mage squirming and struggling to free himself as he was exposed, the plug practically edging him as he did so.

All for nothing, ultimately, as unwilling as he was to accept it.

Tseng didn't mind the fight as it gave him something to do while the ship was taking off. He was delighted when X'rhun arched in his arms, and he did his best to trap that tail with a leg, hopefully preventing X'rhun from covering that pretty cock again with it. Of course, the swears that fell from those lips made more than one person on the bridge look at him in obvious shock despite how their faces were hidden behind their helms. They quickly turned back to their duties, but not before they got an eyeful of how exactly the duelist had been decorated by their emperor.

Then, X'rhun started struggling more wildly, determined to get free, but Tseng continued to hold him, arms as immovable as a powerless magitech armor wrapped around that corseted waist. Tseng figured one of two things would happen; either X'rhun exhausted himself with his fighting for now, or he was going to climax and Tseng would be able to remind him of their audience of the bridge crew. Either way, it was going to get around quickly about the free show everyone had.

Flexing his arms, Tseng worked with X'rhun's actions to rock the miqo'te back against Tseng's hips where the plug was shifted even more inside X'rhun as Tseng did his best to ensure the climax happened if only for the pure humiliation factor. Besides, his people deserved a treat for everything X'rhun had put them through the previous day.

"I wonder if you'll be able to come like this, writhing in my lap, pretty," Tseng chuckled, his voice only slightly strained from the effort of keeping X'rhun where he was. "Of course, should you get desperate enough, you can always beg me to come."

Not that he'd let his pet come without riding his cock in full view of everyone, but X'rhun didn't need to know that just yet. It was all about timing and considering his options to chip away at the miqo'te's pride and sense of being under the label of training. Soon, he'd be able to lead X'rhun anywhere on a leash, and he'd trot happily after his master even as he continued to blush in embarrassed shame at how much he enjoyed the eyes on him and the pleasure he found under Tseng's hand.

Tseng was certainly looking forward to that day.

A free show they'd get too, the mage far more concerned now with clambering out of Tseng's grip than he was with protecting his own dignity. He was aware, well aware, painfully aware, that there'd be no returning now. Not from where he stood. Escaping Tseng's grasp would only put him in the arms of the guards, inevitably returned to the emperor in half the time it even took him to wrench himself free.

That did nothing to stem his wild struggles though. Reason and logic had no place here, all he could focus on was pulling free of Tseng, with no thought of what the future might bring. It was as good as trying to free himself from steel chains, however, Tseng easily outclassed the mage in physical strength. The plug's motions were minute, more than enough to keep him hard, but it'd take far more than that to push him over the edge. Not without a hand upon his cock, or something far more substantial than the slim plug buried inside of him.

X'rhun would once again be forced to halt all motion, trying to bring his hips fully off of Tseng, only to be forced back down against him by the other man's iron embrace. Oh, the sounds he made, muffled whimpers and pathetic mewling, all plenty loud enough for the crew to listen to. A far cry from the magic slinging, swashbuckling warrior from the day prior, all spells and steel and cutting banter. Now a flush faced pleasure pet, barely dressed and panting in the lap of the emperor, the corset threatening to slip below the pierced nipples.

"I will not...!" It was a promise he made before, he knew that all too well, and it was a promise he'd already broken. Still, he tried to hold himself still, to relieve the pressure upon the plug or cease all movement of it, even if it meant resting back against Tseng with his legs still forcibly spread, the back of his head left to lay atop the other man.

"I seem to remember you making that promise before, pet," Tseng taunted as X'rhun sat in his lap, legs splayed and exposing his pet completely to everyone who walked past or even glanced in that direction. "And you make the most delightful sounds."

It was delightful to watch the men moving through the area during their jobs and noticing the Emperor and his pet. More than once a couple actually collided with each other as they were staring at X'rhun's exposed form, and Tseng grinned. Yes, he had made the right call about turning this one into his sex toy instead of giving him a quick death and an unmarked grave.

Carefully, Tseng shifted his grip to slide one hand down between those splayed legs to lightly drag his fingers up that hard cock while his other arm remained locked around that corseted waist. Not enough to fully stimulate, but definitely enough to get X'rhun to squirm some more. He wanted to hear more of those pretty sounds and maybe even get X'rhun to beg him for a nice fucking. That would certainly be enjoyable for everyone around them.

He caught the eye of one of the crewmen whose job was to deliver messages, and the man scurried over to the Emperor, saluting sharply. "Send a message to the Imperial Jeweler that I would like to meet with her when the ship lands and then send another message to the Head Butler that the room next to mine is to be redecorated into a private playroom for my new pet."

"Yes sir," the man said sharply before scurrying off to fulfill his orders.

Though he'd stated it so boldly, so sharply, his confidence in his own ability to carry out that promise had already been badly shaken. After all, Tseng was perfectly right, he'd said very much the same before now... And the evening had still ended with him pleading brokenly to be fucked to completion.

A line of saliva had cleared the bead of blood that had been upon his lip before, the mage no longer trying to distract himself with pain. Not out of any cognizant choice, of course. It was terribly difficult to catch his breath with his teeth in his lip after all. All the pretty little noises Tseng could hope for, now no longer muffled as he began to crack once more. The drag of Tseng's fingertips up along his cock in turn dragged a breathy, heated, horrified and lewd whine from X'rhun, painfully aware of the audience he had. They did nothing to hide their staring, after all, a few even on the receiving end of a wild-eyed, pleading stare, his face pink and hair tousled as he writhed against the other man.

Nothing, of course, would come of his silent begging for help. No one would be coming to argue for his freedom, or pry him from Tseng's lap. He'd not even been wholly aware of how rhythmic the motions of his hips had become, nor of how openly aroused he really appeared, until the crewman was beckoned over. Cockhead leaking precum, his legs shaking, his hips unconsciously rolling upwards into the teasing fingertips in front of him.

He tried to seat himself again, the movement abrupt enough to drive the plug in nice and deep. That got a sweet, wanton cry, rapidly followed by slurred pleading: "Stop stop stop no no not here not in here please please-!"

Sleep well!

no subject

no subject

Sorry in the delay replying. Been an exhausting several days.

That's okay, IRL always comes first. I hope you're feeling okay!

Yeah just adulting *sighs*

Always the worst, adulting is no fun

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

My dragoon is now a bard! *grins* Saturday is for FFXIV.

Oh man I need to get back to leveling bard... I've hit max level in RDM and MCH so far

All crafts at 80, DRG/DNC/GBR all 80, MNR/BTN at 80. I've been busy *laughs*

It's so hard for me to hit max level in any crafting and gathering classes RIP

Firmament and Leves *laughs* That's how I did it.

I managed to get Weaver to level 67 in the firmament before I fell off the wagon lmfao

It's Patch Day! and I have a headache *pouts*

Patch day and the beginning of the week for me RIP, won't be able to do much until the weekend

Yeah just adulting sighs

My dragoon is now a bard! grins Saturday is for FFXIV.

All crafts at 80, DRG/DNC/GBR all 80, MNR/BTN at 80. I've been busy laughs

Firmament and Leves laughs That's how I did it.

It's Patch Day! and I have a headache pouts