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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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"Ah, but I love to make a spectacle of you, my pet," Tseng said as he started drying off. "You are simply too breath taking to not stare at no matter what you are doing. It will be amazing if I manage to get any work done with how beautiful you are."

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.

It was darkly amazing, bitterly fascinating, how a compliment could sound so derogatory. He'd have once been laughing, proud if somewhat flustered, to have been called things like 'breath-taking' and 'beautiful' not more than a week ago. Now he could only sit here and wish he'd something to cover himself with in response, the words bringing to mind the images of leering onlookers as he was fucked into the ground, or paraded about stretched around a plug for all to see. The image was difficult to shake from his mind, he found, unable to keep from fixating upon it as he dried himself off. Maddening, infuriating, that he couldn't help but hold in his head the memory of being kept full, the toy pressed firmly up to and rubbing against that sweet little bundle of nerves. Staving off what he found was now a growing feeling of cold nothing, that warm and addictive feeling of pleasure like a candle in a dark room.

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.

Tseng raised a brow at that comment. "Considering how you protested and begged yesterday, I didn't take you to be quite the exhibitionist," he remarked, turning to put the slip away. "However, if you wish to wander around without any clothes, I will hardly stop you."

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.

A desert dweller for most of his life, he could potentially have argued his case. Could have tried to spin it as fact, that he was used to warmer climes and the bitter sting of the Garlean weather still slipped in just enough. But that chance wouldn't be afforded to him, Tseng left that bait untouched. Not that he truly believed he could have used logic so well that it'd afford him even an ounce of dignity.

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."

Tseng paused in the act of closing the drawer at that soft plea, and he glanced over his shoulder at X'rhun, his gaze unreadable. He had been expecting an argument about being from Ala Mhigo to try and sway Tseng into giving him warmer clothes and was rather surprised when instead of an argument, a plea was voiced instead.

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.

Apparently, there'd been the third possibility that he did rather wish he stopped overlooking: further humiliation. The tiny garment would cover him, as he'd so asked... but in this case the act of attempting to preserve some semblance of dignity would only draw attention. Tseng would get to see him openly consider both, his expression pained, as his gaze moved from that tiniest little scrap of silk, to the sheer and shimmering cloth that comprised the slip. Every moment spent dallying in here meant another moment only debasing himself for Tseng, but every moment spent dallying in here meant another moment without food and as dire as things were... He really, truly was almost painfully hungry.

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.

For a few seconds, Tseng was silent as he considered this before shaking his head and shutting the drawer as he held the tiny panties out to X'rhun.

"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.

A fruitless endeavor, then. It was that tiny scrap of cloth now that could barely be considered clothing, or nothing at all. He was aware, painfully aware, that putting them on would be just as lewd as going without, and even more so cognizant of that change in Tseng's tone. Unarmed, without magic and bare, the threat the tone held was intimidating. And it was all Tseng needed to push the shamed mage into making a choice and giving up on his attempts to forestall the inevitable humiliation.

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.

"I never took you for an exhibitionist, but if that is your choice," remarked Tseng as he slipped the crap of cloth back into the drawer. Turning away from the draw3ers, he grabbed a leash and casually clipped it to X'rhun's collar. "Now, you have stalled long enough, and I am hungry."

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.

As if he had been given a decent choice to choose from, as if he would have just naturally preferred being left naked. He bristled, but that was all, too cowed by past discipline to press his luck any further. No, X'rhun was fairly certain he'd pushed things just a bit too close to the edge with this little bit of stalling and pleading, and he was in no hurry to see what punishment Tseng might possibly cook up next for him.

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.

Oh, almost all at this table had heard of the fabled Crimson Duelist brought low through a poorly timed assassination attempt and those that hadn't, were quickly educated by their neighbors. Hungry, greedy eyes trailed over the miqo'te slave, each one wishing to hear the cries he would make when in pleasure. Would he sound like a cat in heat with yowls and purrs more suited to a wild couerl? Or would it be soft pleas and desperate begging?

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."

He could not keep from trembling, just gently, no matter how hard he tried to still himself as the gaze of the others at the table raked over him. Nothing to cover himself with, no hope of leaving the room, what other choice did he have but to sit there and be leered at? Lusted over. Just as it was upon the airship, just as it was on those forced marches to and from it, and though he shook, there was still a part of him that was rapidly becoming numb to it. Unable to dredge up the same exact level of crushing humiliation, adjusting to it all. After all, it was what was normal now, wasn't it?

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.

"Displease me greatly," Tseng repeated in a soft voice that was a warning of its own. Of course, he only promised to think about it, not actually hand X'rhun over to the first group of lust hungry people he found. After all, it was better to have an unspoken threat over X'rhun's head to ensure good behavior, or at least better behavior, than to have to follow through and have his slave broken in a bad way.

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.

Thinking about it left too much up to chance. Granted, he didn't want to hear 'definitely' either, but now that the idea had been floated at all, it would firmly lodge itself in his head. That it would even be considered at all was terrifying, as he cast an eye back towards the table for a moment, momentarily stricken by the thought of dozens of hands on him, gripping, pulling and pinching at bare and sensitive flesh.

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?"

The pliant attitude X'rhun had adopted was nice, but Tseng knew it would only last for so long because that was X'rhun's nature from what he could tell. Accept what he could but seek every advantage he might find. Tseng was going to keep that idle threat of being tossed to the guards as the stick to ensure X'rhun didn't pull too hard at his leash. Tseng was expecting some tugging, but he wasn't going to let X'rhun get away with too much.

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.

Whatever possible advantage he might be able to grasp, he'd take. At the moment it was all too tenuous, there was no security at all. Shaken as he was from the days past... Broken, perhaps some might argue, there was just no guarantee that a misstep right now might see him spending the night with a room full of soldiers. Too risky right now, too unsure of where he stood as far as favor went. After all, Tseng revealed too little by way of his face, and X'rhun found it almost impossible to guess what precisely was going through the other mans mind. Previous attempts to sway or manipulate hadn't exactly gone according to plan. If his current state of undress was of any proof of that.

"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.

Tseng watched that squirm, the press of hips against nothing, and knew exactly what the issue was. He wondered briefly if X'rhun himself was aware of his actions or if he simply wanted a bit of time to breathe and not be on display.

"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.

Of course it wouldn't be that easy, it hadn't been up until this point and Tseng certainly had no reason to make it any easier now. Attempting to lean on what little mercy the other man had was, as ever, a fruitless endeavor. The short huff he made was at once both a noise of desperation and exasperation, the frayed and tattered remains of his pride not substantial enough to prevent the sound.

He should have the patience to wait through this, shouldn't he? They couldn't all very well stay at the table all morning, everyone had things to do. But that wasn't enough to reassure him. The length of time was unknown after all, he had no clue how long it might be until Tseng would be freed up from this, just finishing the meal wouldn't exactly signal the end of being out here after all.

Perhaps the reasoning behind his actions was twofold, more than just seeking relief. An effort to try and bolster that unknown amount of favor, in the hopes of truly making that prior threat really nothing more than that: an idle threat. Trying to word things and present matters in a way that benefitted himself had gone nowhere, only lead to worse and worse situations, what other choice did he have?

"Please." Voice still soft and low, stilling all movement in an effort to draw no further attention from the others at the table. "Please, fill me up... Please, I can't sit like this anymore."

THat little huff of desperate exasperation was delightful, and Tseng turned his head to stare at X'rhun, his lips curling faintly with amusement at that plea from his pet. He drained his coffee before putting the cup on the table in a deliberate move that drew more than one eye towards him beyond the people he was conversing with.

"Very well. What do you wish me to fill you with?" asked Tseng, his voice casual in the fact he wasn't trying to hide their conversation at all. "I do not happen to have any of your plugs or toys with us as this is breakfast."

Not that it would be hard for one of the servants to retrieve a plug from his room, and he quietly signaled one of the servers to do just that as he continued focusing on X'rhun. The ones here had already been instructed on what they were or were not permitted to take from his room in circumstances like this.

X'rhun wasn't his first pet after all. Just the one Tseng was going to keep with him all the time as that other pet had vanished one day after trying to sell a few of Tseng's secrets to someone outside the palace.

This was a mistake, he should have waited. It was too late to go back now though, and his ears pinned back against his head as Tseng casually asked his question, loud enough to be heard by the rest of the table. He missed the signal to the servant of course, too caught up in his own humiliation to take note of it. Perhaps if he did, he'd have bitten his tongue now.

This was a ploy to get him to ask to be fucked, wasn't it? An attempt to get him to say it out loud where everyone could hear it, and this time without any obvious teasing or torment to make the situation look desperate. There was another look towards the guests at the table, forced to consider how much this would be worth shaming himself further. No further left to fall, why even bother? They already saw him as a whore, what was there to defend anymore?

"... With your cock, please... sir." His tone was rasping, the always present, feline growl just a little more prominent here as he let the words just tumble out. The look he gave was nothing short of pleading, face pink and eyes just slightly downcast, with his thighs pulled tightly together as if that might somehow stave off the feeling of being left empty.

Even if X'rhun had seen the signal to the servant and held his tongue, there was no guarantee that he would have gotten to enjoy the plug in his sweet ass until he begged louder and in front of more people.

Of course, his miqo'te's body language was miserable and defeated, and it made Tseng quire happy to see the famed Crimson Duelist so crushed through simple pleasure with a touch of pain for spice. He sat back in his chair and patted his thigh in invitation. "Crawl under the table, take my cock out, and suck me until I'm hard," he instructed in a calm voice. He knew it probably wouldn't take long until all he had to tell X'rhun was to crawl under the table and the miqo'te would do the rest unordered. "Once I'm hard, you may fuck yourself on my cock until I come."

Another lesson for X'rhun was that his pleasure was secondary to Tseng's, and he should focus entirely on making Tseng come for rewards. This time, the reward would be a plug in his ass after Tseng had enjoyed it at the breakfast table. If X'rhun provided enough of a show for the others at the table, this would become a regular occurrence at the breakfast table.

And what a sight it was, a once deadly and dangerous enemy of the empire, the end of so many soldiers and conscripts, a wanted Ala Mhigan freedom fighter and dissident for almost twenty years, practically a legend. Reduced over the course of a few brutal days to a lustful, humiliated toy. Some part of him prayed that all at home would assume him dead, the idea of being seen like this by old friends and compatriots a horrifying one. No one would come to rescue him, but at least then they'd still recall him as he was. Not as he was now, as he slipped from the arm of the chair with defeated resignation to crawl beneath the table.

Of course this wasn't going to be about his own pleasure, he didn't have to wonder if his own climax would be considered here. It was all just to regain that feeling of fullness, just to have something, a toy or a cock, stretching him to his limit. With hands far more deft than he expected from himself like this, he moved to free Tseng from his trousers, easing the other man's thick member from the cloth that held it. It was with virtually no hesitation that he opened his mouth, first to run his tongue along its length to coax it to harden. Again and again, pausing to suck upon the side with one hand resting upon its base, steeling himself for the next part.

It was still a feat, to swallow him down, as sizeable as Tseng was. X'rhun was slow, careful, not wishing to gag upon it as he'd done so many times before. No, the noise would be far too lewd here, too many present though this would all eventually end in him riding Tseng for all present. What little scraps of dignity he could hold to, he would, as he eased a few more inches past his lips and down his throat. He had to hesitate more than once, breathing through his nose as he did so, until at last, the other man would surely feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of the miqo'te's throat, X'rhun's tongue sliding across the bottom of that thick and heavy shaft as his nose rested lightly against his lower belly.

One more moment to adjust, trying so hard not to make much sound, a near impossible task as small, wet little gags and gasps still managed to work their way free of him. And then, finally, he began to suck, his head slowly starting to bob up and down along Tseng's cock.

Every eye on the table was on X'rhun, breaths held in anticipation to see if he would willingly crawl under the table to suck the emperor's cock in front of everyone. Many were sure it would never happen, despite the rumors flying around the palace and how X'rhun had been acting at the table so far.

But then, that lithe figure slid off the seat's armor to slide under the table and there was the sound of rustling cloth that was horribly loud in the silence of the room. A couple of men farther down the table were unable to resist as they bent down, looking under the heavy metal and wood table to find that X'rhun had his face in the emperor's lap. They quickly sat up and shared the news with their neighbors in a harsh whisper.

Tseng himself sat back, staring down at X'rhun with a hot gaze, as that blond head started sucking his cock. He offered no tips or praise as his cock slowly vanished between those sweet lips that once spat curses and spells. Only when X'rhun started bobbing his head, sucking on his cock, did Tseng show any sort of affection to the Miqo'te as his hand came down to rest between those ears.

"Very good, my pet, and what a quick learner you are," he said, praise making his voice warm even as his cock started to harden under his pet's clever mouth. "Not many would be skilled enough to take me so completely in their throat with the same ease that you demonstrate."

It wouldn't take long for him to grow fully hard, but this was all about demonstrating his control over X'rhun and ensuring everyone realized he had turned the fabled enemy of the Empire into a mewling, cock hungry sex slave. It would make others worry about what he might do to them should they move against him.

Silence was impossible. Though well aware that his own hearing would be more keen than any Garlean's, even he could tell how sharply the fabric rustled, and how clearly the wet and sticky sound of Tseng's cock sliding in and out of his mouth and throat carried in the room. They'd all gone quiet around them, in anticipation he imagined. If only he could have disappointed them.

His eyes had been shut tightly before as he worked, the reminder that it was all only to bring the other man to a full arousal doing nothing to ease the shame, though at this point all trepidation had been cast away. He knew how well he could take Tseng's heavy cock, he knew it would only be a matter of time before his throat adjusted and he'd no longer gag as he swallowed him down. The minor reassurance that he wouldn't be getting a belly full of cum for breakfast was just that: minor. He'd still be leaving this room no doubt with the other man's seed trailing down his thigh, whatever managed to slip free of him before he'd be stuffed with a plug once more. The fact that the idea of it only caused his own cock to ache was humiliating, but it didn't stop him from trying to find some measure of friction against it between his thighs, one hand even visibly inching back towards it as at last his eyes cracked open, his face red as Tseng doled out that perversely tender praise.

The only response was a soft, wet little gag, and a gentle and desperate moan, sucking hard in an effort to coax the other man further along. He'd be riding it soon enough, and while the others at the table might need to duck now to get a show, it wouldn't be long now until they'd all be able to witness quite comfortably how well Tseng's new toy, this broken mage, stretched around his master's cock. The temptation was there to try and push it, to see if he could take him to completion right here and now and avoid that... But the idea of being left empty, even more than the idea of suffering the emperor's wrath, kept him from even that level of boldness.

Instead, with a wet pop, he pulled his mouth off of the other man's cock to gauge it, breathless and in need of a moment anyway. Surely, surely that was good enough, as he even began to move to climb back out from under the table to mindlessly complete the order he'd been given, flushed and panting.

Truthfully, even if Tseng wasn't as hard as he could be under that wet, hot mouth, he would still encourage X'rhun up into his lap, but just the thought of his pretty pet fucking himself on Tseng's cock had the Garlean harden under those sweet ministrations. Dark eyes flicked around the table, taking in the hungry and lustful gazes that were directed toward his pet. A couple of men were shifting in their chairs as if trying to relieve their own discomfort, and Tseng wondered how many of them would be late to their own businesses due to relieving the lust building in their veins.

Then X'rhun was climbing out from under the table, a delightful blush on his cheeks, and Tseng encouraged him to turn around, settling with his back to Tseng's chest. Not only would everyone at the table be able to watch X'rhun pleasure himself on Tseng's cock, but X'rhun would be able to see everyone staring at him, taking in every little detail in that slender body and flushed face.

"Show everyone how well you can dance in my lap, pretty pet," Tseng purred in an ear as he gently gripped X'rhun's wrists and pulled his hands behind his back, forcing his back to arch and push his chest out. "And don't muffle your beautiful sounds. Let everyone know how much you enjoy being stretched around my cock, chasing your pleasure even as you pleasure me."

A servant arrived, carrying a crystal plug on a towel, and Tseng took it to place it on the table in full view of everyone, including X'rhun. It was the promise that his pet would be filled and stretched should he do a good job of pleasuring Tseng and putting on a show for the rest of the table. Of course, that everyone else at the table could see that plug and how clear it was meant that everyone would know that all they had to do was get X'rhun to bend over and everyone would see the plug beneath the miqo'te's tail. If they were really fortunate, they could see Tseng's seed inside X'rhun as well due to how clear the plug was.

The atmosphere at the table was tense, watchful, as each eye was trained on X'rhun, eager to watch him fuck himself on his master's cock.

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Bad End

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