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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 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-!"

Tseng had noticed the movement of X'rhun's hips. Hard not to with the way the miqo'te was sitting in his lap, and he let a smirk curl his lips as the crewman scurried off. Oh, what delightful pleas coming from his pet, and Tseng had just barely begun.

"Don't you want to share your beautiful cries with others? Show them how wonderful you look in your lust, pet?" asked Tseng, his fingers still gently stroking that hard cock and smearing precum along the hot skin. He tisked and bent to nibble along X'rhun's neck above the collar. "These hard working men are comrads to those you attacked and injured or even killed yesterday. You owe them such a delightful show as an apology for what you did."

It was a good enough excuse as any for why Tseng wasn't stopping beyond the fact that he didn't want to. After all, what was the point of having dressed his pet in almost nothing and putting him on display like this if Tseng wasn't going to ensure that everyone had a chance to wat X'run while he was either being pleasured or pleasuring someone. Besides, this just ensured that no one was going to help the mage escape, not if they knew he was nothing more than the Emperor's sex toy.

"Of course, if you want me to stop, you'll have to make it worth my while," Tseng mused after a few more minutes of simply stroking that pretty cock. He dragged his nose up that slender throat with a thoughtful hum. "What are you willing to do to get me to stop, pretty pet?"

Just what was X'rhun willing to sacrifice in the hopes that Tseng would be merciful and not pleasure him in front of everyone on the bridge?

Even as far gone, as degraded and humiliated as he was now, he could not, would not bring himself to feel any measure of guilt over the soldiers he'd slain. Had he but taken down more, after all, perhaps he'd not be here now. A cold thought, even now, to have. One that didn't linger long either, all fading into frazzled, lustful, panicked static as Tseng refused to stop teasing him.

If anything though, it was dark and solid confirmation that he'd find no mercy here from anyone else. He'd empathy, after all. Enough empathy to know damn well that no one would feel so inclined to risk their neck here to save a man who'd cut down their countrymen the day before. If anything, this might be seen more as just desserts. Well deserved punishment for a twenty year long dissident, to be broken down in public and openly used by the very person he'd attempted to kill. That thought stuck hard and fast, grinding any flickering hope of mercy into the dirt just as surely as Tseng's skillful touch along his pierced and painfully aroused cock did.

Again and again, he tried and failed to close his legs, to pull himself away, each attempt weaker and more token than the last before he was left to slump and tremble against the man holding him, panting, whimpering and moaning as Tseng's teeth and lips met his neck. He knew he was being prompted to offer something just as debauched as being fucked before the crew. No matter what he promised, it'd be just as humiliating as riding Tseng's thick cock before a lustful audience.

Regardless, his tongue was loosened, and the mage was desperate. "Any-anything... Anything anything you want, my hands, my mouth, anything- just not... not this please..."

"Not what, pretty?" asked Tseng, still gently teasing that hard cock, coaxing more dampness from the tip with an amused smile. "All I'm doing is touching you."

Oh, there might be one or two people on the bridge who might be sympathetic to X'rhun's plight, but they weren't going to risk their necks for someone who was obviously the Emperor's favorite pet at the moment. It hadn't been that long ago that madmen who didn't care who they hurt or killed as long as they got their way had been in power. Tseng was turning into a more reasonable ruler, but considering those he had replaced, that wasn't saying much.

Tseng was enjoying himself almost too much, but it was so pleasant to see the proud warrior mage broken to pleading with just some touching, a revealing outfit, and a simple toy. Oh, he could hardly wait to hear the rumors flying around the palace once they reached Garlemald. Those were going to be especially delightful, and if any did make it back to the Eorzean leaders, they didn't have much of a leg to stand on in requesting X'rhun back. The miqo'te had been caught trying to kill Tseng after killing others in Tseng's employ without any provocation thus Tseng was within his rights to sentence X'rhun appropriately. The fact that the sentence had been decided without a trial or any legal entanglement was just details as far as Tseng was concerned.

X'rhun would spend the rest of his life as Tseng's sex toy and it was going to be glorious to watch the proud warrior mage crumble a little bit more each time Tseng played with him.

Perhaps twenty four hours ago, he'd have held out a little longer. Bitten his tongue, prayed the other man would get bored... But the events of the night prior had been all too revealing for him. There would be no respite, it would be either playing by Tseng's rules, or nothing at all.

In this case, 'nothing at all' being kept on display and edged from here all the way to Garlemald for the viewing pleasure of the crew. He buckled, wholly aware of how quickly he was folding what with the added pressure of so many eyes upon him. "I don't want to cum here, please..."

In full contrast to the way his thighs trembled, to how pink his face was and how openly and brazenly aroused he was. "I don't- I don't know what to offer you, take anything else, anything else..." His voice had dipped into a soft, hoarse, pleading whisper, the miqo'te's head hanging in shame, his eyes shut against the sight of his hard cock in Tseng's hand.

"I rather think you do want to cum in front of everyone here, to show them how much you enjoy your pleasure," Tseng murmured, enjoying the way those things trembled and the pink flush to X'rhun's skin. He was a delightful example of miqo'te lust, and Tseng was happy to share the sight with others. "You love being the center of attention, letting everyone see your humiliation even as you enjoy your pleasure. It is that lovely dirty slut that you hide so much that you want to show everyone."

He softly laughed, wicked and delighted, in X'rhun's ear as he continued teasing that hard cock. "You want to ride my cock in front of everyone, to get lost in your pleasure because that little plug you're wearing isn't nearly enough for your hunger. It only teases, it can't satisfy."

After a few more strokes, he released X'rhun and gave him a small nudge. "Get on your knees between my legs," he ordered, his voice firm as he watched, wanting to see how the miqo'te would react. "You're going to suck my cock until I come down your throat or we reach Garlemald. Your legs will be spread and your tail lifted to show off your pretty plug and hard cock. If you fail to display yourself to my orders, then you will be riding my cock for the rest of the ride."

He'd known that whatever was demanded of him in exchange, it would be just as shameful. There would be no escaping total humiliation, the only difference would be in what form it would take. Tseng's venomous words permeated his mind, each and every syllable as sharp and cruel as a knife between his ribs. Paradoxically, perversely, for as foul as the other man's softly spoken insults were, they only fueled the fire of arousal burning in the pit of his stomach.

Unable to bring his bound hands to stifle himself, Tseng's every little touch along his hot and hard arousal continued to prompt gentle, miserable whimpers from him. Every motion of his hips, no matter how hard he fought to hold them still, every upwards stroke of Tseng's hand, caused that plump and dripping shaft to dip and bounce, the piercing upon the head glinting brightly. Again the memory of the promise of bells upon the rings crept back into his mind, and cold apprehension settled in. As terrible as it was now, the future held only deeper, more cutting degradation. Soon, even those not looking would know all too well what the miqo'te was doing, or what was being done to him.

Finally, he was released, and with that gentle nudge X'rhun slipped to the floor, shaking. He'd have a cock stuffed inside of him one way or the other, either buried in his ass or filling his throat, and one could only be vaguely considered little better than the other. He'd pleaded for this, for the chance to not be brought to orgasm in public. Rewarded for his pitiful pleas with the chance to swallow Tseng's cock instead, with the obligation to display himself as he did so. The face that greeted Tseng as he looked up from the floor was damp, tear stained and flushed, the mage's ears pinned against his head as he searched for one hopeless moment for some shred of mercy.

... It wouldn't come, of course. He'd shift, inhaling deeply, sharply, as he did so. Settling between the other man's legs, resting upon his knees, X'rhun's long and fluffy tail lifted as he moved forward, resting his chin upon the seat. His hands bound as they were, he couldn't undo the other man's trousers... and it no doubt didn't occur to him in this state to attempt it with his mouth alone.

The skirt would be easily lifted by his tail however, legs splayed wide, pierced shaft and tender, full balls exposed, the plug so firmly stuffed inside his ass easy to see as his hips rolled back.

If there was one thing everyone could attest to was that Tseng was patient. He was the slow poison that got into the mind and soul of someone before they even realized he was there, and he gleefully took their confidence and eroded their sense of self. It was his standard method of operation as he sought to psychologically defeat his enemies before he physically defeated them. Each word he dripped into X'rhun's ears was designed to continue what he had started the night before, and from the miserable look on the miqo'te's face, it was working.

He watched with a sharp, pleased smile as X'rhun slid to the floor between his spread legs and rested his chin on Tseng's seat. The tail lifted as those hips rolled back, revealing every little decoration that Tseng had placed on him, and Tseng reached down to stroke a hand over that pale hair and pinned ears.

"Beautiful little slut," he purred before unfastening his pants and pulling out his hard cock. "Soon, you'll know exactly what to do when you're on your knees between my legs, but for now, I want you to suck my cock and show everyone here how much you enjoy being my toy."

Another little chink in that armor that was crumbling, and he was looking forward to when X'rhun eagerly lifted his tail for Tseng even if he still protested and blushed in humiliation. He hoped X'rhun never lost his shy nature even as he grew to enjoy sex with Tseng.

To any passing by behind the miqo'te, it'd surely be an inviting sight. The mage's pert, firm and toned ass lifted, the plug keeping him just lightly stretched and ready for use plainly exposed. Clearly so close to cumming, balls plump and full, hard cock dripping needily, it'd appear as if all it would take would be a one good, firm stroke to drive him over the edge. The condition only highlighted further by the shaking of his legs, visible at his inner thighs, the way his tail twitched and his body worked subtly around the plug.

He grit his teeth at first, as if Tseng's words physically hurt, unable to look at him or his thick, hard cock for a moment. Instead his eyes shut tightly, feeling Tseng's hand run across his head, like a master stroking his obedient little pet. Precisely as a master would stroke his obedient pet. Obedient, as he opened his mouth after a moment, his tongue gliding up along the bottom of the other man's cock as he readied himself to swallow it. Tracing a prominent vein up to the tip, before taking the hot, firm head into his mouth, clenching his hands until the nails bit into the skin of his palms.

Slowly, in an attempt to avoid gagging himself, he would take a little more of Tseng's shaft, feeling the head press firm against the roof his mouth before sliding back. It easily filled his mouth, thick as it was, and soon enough it'd be pressing against the back of his throat. Try as he might, he'd still not entirely adjusted to the man, and though he struggled to suppress the noise, the gentle sound of a soft, wet gag was heard. As it had been the night before, he found himself forced to stop, breathing out hard through his nose with his lips wrapped tight around Tseng's large cock. As it had been the night before, as hard as he tried to keep silent, a miserable and humiliated moan still escaped him, humming long and low along Tseng's shaft.

The tail dipped for a moment as his focus shifted, trying to take just a little more in, his tongue working along the bottom of it as inch by inch, he swallowed the emperor's cock, unable to keep himself from the occasional whimper, from the occasional gag. Soon enough however, the miqo'te's tongue would be close enough to press against the base of Tseng's sac, his nose flush to the other man's lower belly as his eyes briefly opened to look upwards, his face pink with humiliation and burning arousal.

The look of humiliation and lust on X'rhun's face was a delight, and Tseng merely waited, still stroking that pale hair as those eyes closed in frustration. He was patient and he was more than willing to wait. His patience paid off as X'rhun opened his mouth, and Tseng hummed in delight as that hot tongue moved up his cock.

Every bit of X'rhun showed his misery and his lust, how on edge he was, and Tseng was almost tempted to order one of the men to jerk X'rhun off. ALmost because he was a greedy man and wasn't one that would share very well. Oh, he had no trouble with showing off X'rhun and fucking him in front of other people, but it would take someone extraordinary for him to share his pet.

He groaned in delight as that hot mouth started slowly moving down his cock, and he wasn't silent in his pleasure, the noises mixing with the muffled noises coming from X'rhun. He knew there were plenty of eyes turning their way, and each one would be focused on the scantily clad miqo'te with his hard cock, heavy balls, and shining rings. "Definitely going to give you pretty bells for your rings, pet. Let you make even more pretty music."

Hot eyes continued to watch X'rhun as more and more of his cock disappeared between those pretty lips, and Tseng's fingers briefly tightened on white hair as the miqo'te's nose pressed against his skin. "Such a talented slut you are, taking my cock all the way down your throat. Not many can take me down like that. I definitely have a special pet in you, pretty."

He had to take a moment, as much as it pained him to do it, to adjust yet again, swallowing around the heavy cock buried in his mouth and throat. Once, twice, three times, before pulling back with a wet slurp, managing a deep breath of air through his nose as just the tip remained in his mouth, before the mage descended again. This time, just a little faster, a little smoother, though no less accompanied by little noises of exertion and discomfort. He could practically feel those eyes upon him, and again the tail dipped almost by instinct, desperately wishing to hide his shameful arousal. One that, by the looks of it, wasn't about to dim any time soon. If anything, judging by how his hips shook and swayed, he only seemed more aroused, as if trying in spite of his earlier protests to gain just a little friction against his leg.

Once again the image of bells was driven into his head, this time answered by a long, low moan, as the head of Tseng's cock slid down his throat. Bells chiming with every motion of his head as it bobbed up and down along Tseng's cock, bells ringing gently as he rolled his hips, rutting into nothing like a desperate whore. The cruel, backhanded compliment elicited some slurred, muffled protest, nothing that inherently mattered, what with that cock stuffed in his mouth. It nearly sounded like 'no', quite nearly, but the clouded, almost absent look starting to cross his face now suggested that even he himself was starting to believe wholly otherwise.

Not when he was now easily deep throating the other man's cock, no longer gagging or choking as he sucked noisily upon it. Down, up, down and up again, breaking away for a moment to gasp for air as a thin trail of saliva connected his bottom lip to the head of Tseng's cock, the miqo'te left openly panting like an animal in heat.

"A greedy, desperate whore. That's what you are and tried so hard to hide from the world," purred Tseng, smirking as he continued stroking his pet's hair. "You fought so hard against Garlemald, against other things you figure were an injustice to others, all in the name of hiding your true nature from the world. Now, you don't have to hide what you truly are, pet."

X'rhun was gorgeous on his knees with his lips around Tseng's cock, and Tseng enjoyed the sight of those hips rolling in his desperation to seek out pleasure. He could almost hear the bells chiming with each movement, and Tseng decided that the corsets X'rhun wore in the future would end below his pectorals to expose his pierced nipples and allow the bells that would be hung there to chime freely.

When X'rhun pulled off his cock to gasp for air, Tseng reached down to rub a thumb against that swollen lower lip, smiling with pride in X'rhun's skills. "Do you want to cum, pretty? To chase your pleasure and finally spill your seed, emptying your aching balls?" he asked, his voice dark and seductive as his words carried to his miqo'te. "Is that what you want?"

They were getting ever closer to Garlemald, and if X'rhun wished his pleasure before they landed, then he was going to have to be quick with answering. Otherwise, he was going to be walked around not only on the end of a chain but also hard and dripping for everyone to see.

It wasn't true, he wished to argue. To scream back with as much venom as he could force into his voice, that Tseng was a liar. That he'd been forced into where he sat now, that he despised every second of it, hated being used by a monster, for the sake of nothing more than pleasuring him.

He wished so dearly to say it, but all that came instead was a sob, another pitiful, muffled, unimportant word spoken around the cock in his mouth that he still sucked so eagerly on. Messily, loudly, saliva trailing down his chin as he spread his legs just a little wider, took him down as deep as he could get him, swallowing so hungrily around him as if the thought of his cum filling his mouth wet his appetite more than the finest dish.

Tseng's thumb would not be met with teeth, just his tongue, pink and warm and lapping gently at the tip. The mage's ice blue eyes stared back up at him, hazy and filled with tears, broken and miserable even as he nodded dumbly along with the offer. Yes, that was what he wanted. Choosing his shame, he'd rather be paraded through the street sated and debauched then fully, plainly aroused for all to see.

"Please... please, yes... It's... it's what I want..." Slurred and clumsy, he made no attempt to take his head away from the hand that held it, the words choked and forced out as he rocked his hips gently, working at the plug inside him as best he could without his hands.

That broken and miserable gaze, framed by tears, was beautiful, especially when it followed how enthusiastically X'rhun had been pleasuring his cock a few minutes earlier. How quick to crumble again, and Tseng wondered how long it was going to take before the fire and protests of earlier were going to come back. They certainly made it all the more satisfying when Tseng reduced S'rhun to this begging creature who only thought about pleasure.

"Stand up and turn around," Tseng ordered, his voice soft even as his smile was cruel. "I'm going to remove your pretty plug, and you're going to fuck yourself on my cock until either I cum in your tight ass or we land at Garlemald. You will not stop when you cum but keep going. Should you stop after you cum, I will ensure that you are once more hand and begging to be fucked as I lead you off the ship."

Not that he wouldn't leave X'rhun in such a state if it amused him, but this was a test of how eager X'rhun was to please Tseng in exchange for his own pleasure as well as what he would do to avoid potential future humiliations. He knew it was going to be hard for the miqo'te to continue after that first climax due to being overly sensitive, but X'rhun would have to weigh the potential consequences of Tseng's promise versus his own desires.

Numbly, he obeyed, well aware of just what was being asked of him. It surely wouldn't take long, in the state he was in, to climax, and every motion he made after that would be close to agony. It was a prospect that did nothing to hinder or slow him however, his motions almost robotic as he stood on shaking legs to turn and present himself to Tseng.

Doing so, of course, only revealed to him how many people had stopped to watch the show, and his gaze slid off whatever spectators had paused in their work, to lock upon the floor shamefully. There was no hiding how hard he was, the miqo'te's fully aroused cock lifting the light, delicate and short fabric of the front of the skirt, still so visible even as he bent just enough for the other man to pull the plug from him.

And indeed, the moment he did, Tseng would be rewarded with instant obedience, X'rhun relying upon the other man to assist him in guiding that thick, fat cock inside of him. Balance would be an issue, of course, the matter only complicated as the thick head of the emperor's cock began to press past the tight ring of muscle. Even with the plug, the fit would still be so tight, made doubly so by the fact that the mage had to support his own weight, his muscles tensed and firm.

As it had been the night before, every inch was a slow, deep, intoxicating burn, stretching him wider and wider the further down upon his cock that he sank. Stopping wouldn't be an option with his arms bound like this, he'd just have to adjust as quickly as he could manage. Tseng would be treated to the sensation of the mage's hot, tight body twitching and working around him, those satin inner walls clenching firmly around him as his ass finally, delicately, met flush with the other man's pelvis.

It wouldn't be a silent process either, of course. It wasn't long before gentle, delicate whimpers turned to low, sweet moans and gasps, a sharp groan escaping in a burst as the head of Tseng's cock slid past his prostate, and then again as he was fully seated inside of him.

For a moment, he couldn't move at all, on the very edge of cumming and desperate to prolong the moment. After all, climaxing now, so quickly, would only make carrying out Tseng's orders all the more difficult...

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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

You'll enjoy it! I did *grins* Even as I wanted to snarl at the screen a couple of times.

I hear the diamond weapon ends pretty satisfyingly

I haven't made it past Emerald because I haven't fought that yet *laughs*.

Emerald is a bit of a bitch yeah, but nothing out-bitches Hades Extreme. Never again!

*laughs* I still need my doggos. Not gonna start extremes until ready to drago farm.

The only way I'll run Hades EX again is if they raise the max level so I can do it unsyched

*laughs* so true!

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Just wanted to say that I'm loving this thread and playing with you.

<3333 I'm having a great time, sorry I take so long to reply.

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

You'll enjoy it! I did grins Even as I wanted to snarl at the screen a couple of times.

I haven't made it past Emerald because I haven't fought that yet laughs.

laughs I still need my doggos. Not gonna start extremes until ready to drago farm.

laughs so true!