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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.
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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Of course, X'rhun would have to beg Tseng to fuck him before he slid into that lovely ass again. Just because it amused Tseng to hear him beg like a two gil whore from the Ul'Dah streets.
Moving around in front of the miqo'te, Tseng tisked and moved that arm down from his chest before making sure to run the cloth over those sensitive nipples. "How can I clean you if you insist on hiding parts of yourself?" he scolded, shaking his head even as he continued to wash him. "You don't want to run around all filthy do you?"
Well, Tseng didn't mind when X'rhun's skin was stained with his seed, and he rather enjoyed the hungry look the miqo'te gained from the others around them. But Tseng was most certainly not going to share him.
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It was such a minor, insignificant thing, surely far less intimate than allowing Tseng's hands between his legs, and yet. In spite of everything that had happened up until this point... He couldn't quite figure out himself, why this was the line he was drawing in the sand right now, after spending the entire night stuffed full of Tseng's cock, after waking up this morning with a brisk, energetic fucking.
And here he was, trying to keep his hands away from his chest. X'rhun wasn't going to spend a lot of time pondering over his own logic here, the 'why' didn't matter.
"You'll only stain my face and body again before noon." It was impossible to miss the anxiety behind his words, the very real fear in every syllable as he let it all spill out regardless. "Please," now trying to temper that initial venom in his tone, "please, let me wash myself. Grant me just this?"
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"Why should I not have your mouth or your ass whenever I please?" he challenged with a raised brow. The venom in those words was not going to be let go by Tseng, at least not right now. "After all, you were the one who attempted to assassinate me and did kill some of my guards who had done nothing to you. You are mine to do with as I please, and I thank you to remember that."
But he was willing to be a little lenient as he released X'rhun's chin to offer the soapy cloth before stepping back to lean against the wall. "Make sure to wash thoroughly, pet."
As X'rhun washed himself, Tseng would reach down and stroke his cock as he let his eyes wander over that slender form, enjoying the sight of it even as he pleasured himself.
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To be sure, that was what it initially started to sound like, as Tseng again reminded him of not just his place here, but of the foolish action he'd taken to arrive at this point to begin with. Even now the only scraps of remorse he could possibly gather up in regards to the death of the guards was that he'd been captured. War, after all, could only cause death, and surely those same guards would have slaughtered him had they the chance to. There was no guilt to be found in his expression, only pained resignation to what he was sure was going to be cold derision at his request.
Instead, the cloth was put into his hand. For a moment, the gears in his head ceased to turn, and he froze in place, looking blankly from the cloth to the man leaning against the wall. Of course, he didn't expect Tseng to leave the bathroom, the idea of getting privacy now in any capacity was laughable, utterly off the table. He'd not even expected to be humored when it came to washing himself.
It was with hesitation that he started where Tseng had left off, aware of how the other man began to stroke himself as X'rhun worked. This, however, was allowed without comment, even as a brilliant blush slowly crept across his face, practically illuminating the insides of the miqo'tes ears with a rosy pink hue. He didn't rush, in spite of that obvious shame, he'd asked for this, after all. Begged for it, and with care he delicately attended to the piercing's upon his nipples, sharp teeth briefly catching his bottom lip as the soft cloth slipped around and over one plump, sensitive pink nub, and then the other.
That same level of care and attention would then be turned upon his own cock, attentive and gentle, ever conscious of the show he was putting on for the emperor, willing or not. Around the piercings, bells chiming softly with every motion, even these delicate ministrations would still see some arousal. A state he was finding himself all too easily put into now, much to his growing discomfort and shame.
Got everything but Marauder, Pugulist, and Rogue over 30 and got Red to 56!
The fact that X'rhun was growing more aroused as he washed was just beautiful and something Tseng didn't think was going to be happening so quickly. He figured it would take a few weeks before the arousal overrode any possible humiliation, but perhaps X'rhun was more of an exhibitionist and masochist than Tseng originally thought.
How delightful.
"You are a delight to look at, my pet," Tseng said, his hand slowly stroking his hardening cock as he stared at X'rhun with an amused smile on his face. "I can imagine a great many in this palace that would appreciate such a show from you if they could get it."
Not that Tseng was going to share X'rhun with anyone, but the visual aspect of his beauty performing for the enjoyment of others was a delightful thought. One Tseng planned on indulging in as often as he could while ensuring the Empire didn't suffer from any lack of care on Tseng's part.
"GO slower. Make a show out of washing," he ordered, his voice soft, almost intimate. He wondered if he could get X'rhun to beg for something to fill his ass which would be a pleasure all of its own. "You must want something desperately in your pretty ass, stretching and filling you again. It must ache so to be empty and open."
god finally back in here now, lets see what I GOT
He bit his tongue at first, as Tseng ordered him to slow down, give him a show. Just be done with it, after all. It did nothing to stop that slow boil though, even as he pushed himself to comply. His thumb slid over the hard, full head of his cock, the chime of the bell paired with the hot and heady feeling of arousal fueling that sensation of humiliation and resentment. It was difficult to ignore how that potent combination only seemed to heighten that arousal, and paradoxically he attempted to cling to that. Don't make it worse, don't make it harder.
A show he was asked for, and a show he'd give as while one hand remained wrapped around his cock, cloth clinging to his fingers, the other slipped up to his chest to brush against a pierced nipple. Hard to tell precisely how much of that blush on his face was from that sense of shame, and how much of it was from that all too obvious arousal, as he ran his hand over that ringed nipple before taking it up between his fingers. Pinching it softly before rolling it, one finger flicking by what almost seemed an accident against the belled ring, he sank his teeth into his lip now instead as the other hand dragged up along the bottom of his cock, pressing the cloth against the very base of it's head.
Foul words, unwanted words, words he seemed to physically shut himself against even as he openly performed for Tseng, his tail curling about his leg as he blocked out that sudden reminder of how empty he was. Only two days of being stuffed to his very limit, only two days but yet-
He ran his hand over his chest, washing still being the ultimate goal after all, taking care however to linger upon one hardened, pink little bud, and then the other, as a barely muffled moan managed to work its way past his lips. Empty, humiliated, resentful, and impossibly hard and desperate in spite of it all.
*screeches at Endwalker* Sorry for the delay BTW...
"You're gorgeous like this," sighed Tseng, a possessive smile on his lips as his eyes trailed over X'rhun's soapy body. "All hard and aching for me."
He tilted his head and hummed in delight as he continued watching X'rhun wash himself. "I bet I could make a fortune off of people paying me to watch you. Either like this or simply parading around in your pretty outfits while your bells chime so sweetly," he mused. "Maybe I will have a room decorated with various toys and restraints where I can spend a few hours with you. A room where others can watch you in your pleasure and you would never know unless I wished you to."
As if he didn't have a room like that already. All the better to seed the idea in X'rhun's mind, and he crossed the shower to lean down. "If you wish to be filled and stretched around something today, you're going to have to beg me, pretty," he whispered in an ear as a hand came down to grope one of those nice cheeks, his fingers slipping between them to brush against that stretched hole. "If you don't beg, you'll be open and oh so empty."
Turning, he moved out of the shower to get dried. "Hurry up and finish. Breakfast will be served soon."
I, the reigning master of DELAY will not be outplayed, you see.
If given half the chance, he'd chase his orgasm here in private, well aware of how quickly that precious notion of privacy could be stolen from him. How many people had already seen him, stripped bare or dressed like a whore, stretched around a toy or Tseng's cock? How many were already talking amongst themselves, spreading the word to anyone who hadn't seen it yet, about the Emperor's brand new plaything? The memory of the airship, impaled on the other man's thick member for every attending soldier to see, burned in his memory, and with Tseng's insistent words the now alien and uncomfortable sensation of being empty and aching becoming almost impossible to ignore.
"Please, please don't. Don't make another spectacle of me please..." Words whispered pathetically, uselessly he was sure, as Tseng's fingers moved across his backside, feeling them grope and squeeze supple and taut skin. His tail twitched, a motion to move aside quite suddenly, as for one moment the other man's fingers brushed past his well used and well prepped hole. Only to then be left just as the other man said he'd be: empty and cold as Tseng turned away. It was then he became cognizant of how hard he'd clamped down upon his lip, drawing a single bead of blood as the moment was broken.
It was with broken shame that he made quick work of himself as Tseng turned to step out of the shower and dry off, the climax he hit little more than a method of sparing himself some minute form of indignity. At least he'd not reach the table aroused and needy, as he set about clumsily finishing that shower with fumbling fingers. He'd have dragged it out if he could.... But hunger gnawed at him, in spite of it all. Starving and desperate for some meager form of comfort, there was little solace to be found in eating... But little was better than none. The promise of a meal was all it took to get him to obey the word to the letter, dragging himself away from the warm confines of the shower to the cold air outside it to dry off.
*laughs*
Especially as Tseng planned to continue dressing or even not dressing X'rhun in things to emphasize his beauty and his position as Tseng's sex pet. There would be many who stared, and Tseng was looking forward to the first polite inquiry from the Eorzean officials about X'rhun. Perhaps even the new Council of Ala Mhigo would take the time to ask about the Crimson Duelist, but Tseng figured they had more important things to do, such as set up a functioning government.
Pulling on his clothes, Tseng paused as he glanced back at X'rhun just as the miqo'te finished his shower with fumbling fingers, his grace having deserted him for the moment. That was certainly amusing to see, and Tseng idly wondered how long it would take before such instances of clumsiness would become nonexistent.
Tseng pushed that thought aside as he retrieved a bit of cloth that was so sheer it might as well not even exist. The perfect thing for X'rhun to wear today as not only would it tease him just enough to keep him on edge, but it would also draw attention to him as others tried to figure out what he was wearing.
"You will wear this today," he announced, holding up the sheer slip that would fall to the top of X'rhun's thighs and barely cover his groin. Not that the material was opaque enough to actually cover X'rhun. It just gave a nice little shimmer to his body while brushing against his soft cock and pierced nipples. Idly, Tseng wondered how long it would take before X'rhun was begging to be filled by Tseng's cock today.
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He was shaken from that inexplicable feeling when Tseng spoke again, already knowing that whatever the man was holding would barely qualify as attire. His words came without thought or hesitation when he saw it: "I may as well have nothing on at all for all it serves as clothing..." As if the corset from the night before did him any favors.
"I... Mean to say, it's... it's cold," And certainly not because he'd been left empty, certainly not, certainly not what he'd say, "Surely you would give me something warmer?" Well aware he could just be walking himself into something even more humiliating, but desperate to try whatever avenue he could find.
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The comment about it being cold was ignored because while it might be chilled outside the palace, the inside was kept at a comfortable temperature that didn't require layers upon layers even during the winter just to be somewhat comfortable. He wondered if X'rhun was going to protest, to ask for the slip back just to have something to wear, but if he decided to try and brave the day without anything, Tseng would be delighted in telling everyone who asked that his pet apparently disliked clothing as he preferred to wander in the nude, showing his body and empty ass off to everyone who was interested.
There was more than one way to win a battle and a war after all.
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It would have been better than begging, but it seemed begging would be all he'd be left with. He moved to wrap his arms around himself, watching as the sheer garment was stowed away, debating furiously with himself if he should press the matter. What had he left to lose now by doing so anyway? Saying nothing would guarantee he'd be left bare. Saying something offered a chance, if nothing else... It was a gamble he was willing to take. Recklessness wouldn't be so easily ground out of him.
"Smallclothes, if nothing else, please. If you cannot find it in yourself to afford me anything more concealing, then at least this."
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A plea for smallclothes.
"I suppose I could be generous," he mused, opening the drawer and pulling to a pair of absolutely tiny panties. There was no way X'rhun's cock and balls were going to be contained within them, but they were silk and thus more concealing as requested. The back was a single string meant to go between the cheeks and thus would tease his hole greatly while the sides were more strings tied in whimsical bows.
"You may wear this today," he stated, holding out the scrap of silk with the air of this being X'rhun's only chance to wear something today, and if he refused those, he wasn't going to get anything else to wear until Tseng decided such a thing. Of course, if X'rhun wanted something with more fabric, there was always the slip that lay on top of everything else in the drawer, still visible and taunting X'rhun with its sheerness.
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Hours upon hours of orgasms and fucking was taxing, after all.
"... May I have both?" It felt pathetic to ask, but he was all too serious, unable to meet the other man's eyes. Anything, even if neither of them served as proper covering, maybe just the sensation of cloth on his body would do for now. And, with the very real fear of being left with neither kept in mind: "Would they not... would they not look fine together?" The words had to be forced out, catering directly to the other man's tastes in a bid to get what meager mercy he could take.
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"No, they would not," he stated, staring at the miqo'te. "As you have asked for smallclothes, you shall have them to wear today." His voice grew soft and cool, almost threatening. "Do not try my patience further." It was always possible for Tseng to remove the option of any clothes altogether, leaving X'rhun to wander around with only his jewelry and hair. Tseng would certainly enjoy such a sight, but he wanted X'rhun to beg to not wear clothes and blush adorably the entire time.
"Now make your decision because I am hungry and breakfast will be served soon," he stated, still staring at X'rhun while conveniently forgetting to mention that such food would not be served until Tseng himself was there, but if it got X'rhun moving, it would be worth the wait.
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He was going to be humiliated anyway, had been anyway. He answered then, the words almost tasting bitter to him. "... I would then wear nothing at all." It wasn't the bold, defiant tone he'd have wished he could dredge up. Especially not with the word that came after, soft and pleading, "Please."
All the while unable to look up, knowing full well he'd see the other man's stare locked upon him. Even as he forced the words out, he felt the hot blush creep across his face and up into his ears, at the shame of begging to be allowed to walk about naked and on full display for anyone who cared to look.
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That was the only warning Tseng gave before walking out of the room and down the hall to the dining room, the leash in his hands. He expected his pet to keep up, and if he took a slightly roundabout way to ensure plenty of people saw X'rhun in all his pierced glory and heard his bells, that was Tseng's right as Emperor and X'rhun's owner.
And there were stares by the various servants that bustled about, by the guards stationed at various intersections, and by the people who moved in and around the palace with various jobs. Each time there was a second glance, a stumble, or even an outright squeak of surprise, Tseng's smirk grew just a bit. It wouldn't take long for everyone beyond the barracks to know about X'rhun and that he was the Emperor's newest pet.
The dining room was large with a long table in the center. At one end was a large almost throne like chair, and the rest of the seats were taken up by people of various stations from nobles to military. Tseng inclined his head to a few of them before casually sitting in the chair.
"Sit on the arm, pet," he instructed, patting the wide arm which would put X'rhun on display for everyone at the table. It was clear from Tseng's tone that it was not a request but an order to be obeyed.
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He remembered too well the warning he'd gotten about allowing the collar to be tugged upon too much, and fearing that forewarned lapse of consciousness, to his deep shame he was quick to follow. Not even the slightest amount of tension would be allowed in the leash, him being in no position to test whether or not what he'd been told was the truth, nor how sensitive the trigger action might be. In fact so bouncy was the abrupt motion that it sent those little bells ringing at the very start, each step eliciting a mocking chime from the bell upon his soft cock, and the two dangling from his nipples, quickly perking from the leftover chill of stepping from the shower and the rings pierced through them.
Not once did he pick his eyes up from the floor, his tail wrapped around him to attempt to afford himself just the barest scrap of dignity. It did so little, but it was still the only bit of control he still might have been able to exert here. It didn't take long, for his face to burn, the blush brilliant against white hair. But ever still he didn't stumble, didn't slow, and kept close behind the Emperor, forcing himself to keep his hands at his side rather than folded across his chest like a meek and cringing beast.
It was too much to ask that they might have breakfast in a more private setting, it was something he should have known. But it didn't stop him from briefly recoiling at the sight of it, powerful officials in every chair, some who would have most certainly have heard of him before this point. Before this happened. It was but brief, the intention to keep from letting that leash get tight reclaiming his senses and forcing him forward before that could be allowed to happen.
There was yet still a moment of hesitation, almost wishing he'd been asked to sit on the floor like an animal. But a trophy was a trophy, wasn't it? Whether it be a golden cup, or an enemy stripped bare. Made to be seen, after all. One discomfort lead to another, as he forced himself to obey, settling upon the arm with his tail stuffed into his lap. Sitting exacerbated the problem he was most at loathe to admit to, squirming slightly and unable to get comfortable. Empty yet still, open and cold, the fact that it felt unwelcome and strange not to feel the press of a thick toy inside of him was shameful. Unaware of it, that shifting didn't stop either, slight though it was, his knees pulled close together as he fussed with his tail.
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Tseng discussed various things with those around him in between eating, and he did fix a plate for X'rhun that he fed the miqo'te from, not letting his pet handle the silverware himself. He did occasionally reach over and slide long fingers down a thigh in a light touch or slip under that tail to tease sensitive skin hidden behind it. The squirming wasn't lost on Tseng either, and he wondered when X'rhun would break and beg to be fucked or filled.
At this point, it was honestly a matter of time.
"Sire, will you be sharing your slave with anyone?" inquired a nobleman, staring at X'rhun with a hungry expression on his face and undoubtedly a hard cock in his pants.
"Not physically," Tseng replied, an amused smile on his face. "Visually, I am more than willing to share that with everyone, but I am a greedy man, and I caught him fair and square." He glanced over at X'rhun and the smile grew sharp. "However, should I tire of him or he displeases me greatly, then I will think about physically sharing him with others."
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Each little touch gained a little shiver behind it, and he didn't even turn his head away nor demand his own silverware when offered food. No, he would but only give the barest hesitation at first before hunger demanded that pride be thrown aside, forcing himself to be content with eating from the other man's hand for an audience even as his face burned. Soft flesh was, of course as ever, at the worst possible time, hardening again, and the squirming only became just a little more obvious, his hands even moving occasionally to creep over his thighs as if he meant to touch himself then and there. Once or twice even following Tseng's hand as if to join him, as if acting of its own accord. After all, everyone else had seen, everyone knew. Fucked before an army, filled both his mouth and ass for an audience, pretending to have pride now would be nothing more than a charade. The words of the nobleman only ground the idea in harder, slave leaving the man's mouth as easy as breathing, and the word itself just clicked so neatly into place, somewhere in his mind. Wasn't it the truth after all?
X'rhun's ears flattened back against his head in an instant, the tail immediately turning to a full and fluffy bottlebrush as Tseng dangled the idea of ever potentially allowing someone else to lay hands on him. The sharp smile was met with a wide eyed, panicked stare, searching the other man's face for any suggestion of a joke in there.
"You wouldn't." It was soft and quick and quiet, deaf to all the rest of the world but Tseng's own words and what his reply might be. Though phrased as an assertation there was no denying the unsureness of it, a question and a plea in disguise.
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He returned his attention back to his food, resuming the feeding of his pet as he continued carrying on various conversations around him. One of those conversations was the various decorations he had placed on X'rhun, and he encouraged the miqo'te with gentle but firm touches to move to show off the various piercings. The ones around his cock and balls had X'rhun leaning back on the arm and spreading his legs wide as Tseng brushed teasing fingers over each one. He even dipped a finger down to brush over that empty hole, bringing X'rhun's attention to it while pointing out how slick and ready it was for his cock or whatever toy he might feel like slipping into his pet for the day.
Then he let X'rhun resume his former position and returned his attention to their food. Just little reminders that X'rhun's body nor pleasure was his any longer, and any satisfaction came at Tseng's descretion.
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No doubt it was due to this newfound anxiety that Tseng would find the former mage suddenly less hesitant and far more amenable, even as his face burned pink and he turned his head away while he leaned back and braced upon the arm of the chair. By some small mercy, he still remained only partially aroused as the other man toyed with the rings and bells upon his cock, though that cosmic mercy thinned as his fingers brushed over his empty and well prepped hole. That caused a gentle jerk downwards, setting off the bells in a brief, loud chime. Not an attempt to escape them, that much was clear.
With a soft hiss, he carefully returned himself to his original position, a light tremor running through him as he did and now visibly just a little harder thanks to the show. Such in fact was his growing discomfort, that he even dared to speak again, once more quiet, trying not to draw much attention from the other nobles present: "How much longer will this last?"
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The question earned X'rhun a raised brow and a forkful of meat. "Breakfast will last as long as it does, pet," he murmured before a sly smirk curled his lips. "Anxious to be shown off to the rest of the palace, are you? Perhaps a wander through the market for some shopping?"
There was nothing Tseng actually needed from the market, and he had various information and reports to go through from both the now destroyed Castrum as well as the daily running of Garlemald, but it would amuse him to wander the market for a couple of hours with his guards and pet on display. Perhaps he might even find something interesting to purchase for his pet.
Perhaps in the afternoon once he had completed as much work as he could unless something came up.
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"No, I-" Had to pick better words for it. Stating it aloud was... Out of the question. He squirmed just a little where he sat, pressing his hips back against nothing... Which was precisely what the problem was, much to his growing alarm.
"I need a moment... Please just... Just a few minutes alone." To work out the 'issue' by himself, just a brief moment of hollow satisfaction in the hopes it would do to take the edge off this terrible need.
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"And what exactly would you do in those few minutes alone, hm?" inquired Tseng, sitting back in his chair with some coffee to stare up at X'rhun. "Finger your empty ass while stroking your cock in the hopes it might ease the empty ache inside of you?" He tisked and shook his head. "No. You know what you must do if you wish relief from your current circumstances, pet."
If X'rhun wanted his ass stretched and filled, then he needed to beg Tseng. It was that simple as this was punishment for how he had acted earlier in their room. Tseng was willing to take that begging behind the closed door of his office, but he certainly would not object to it happening here at the table where everyone could see and hear X'rhun.
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