[Content; Drugs, Dub-Con]
Sometimes slaves are unlucky enough to catch the eye of a master. Jinki had the misfortunate opportunity to find out firsthand what exactly that might entail at the manor. He'd awakened with hands on his shoulders, shaking him. Startled that there were people in his room, the slave had swatted those hands away, a slurred shout to back the fuck away. Swift retaliation had come in a punch to the stomach that left him gasping for breath, curling off the bed with tears in his eyes. "I can see already that you'll be a difficult one," a cold voice uttered as too many pairs of hands held the slave down. "Let's make you a little more agreeable." Jinki gasped at the prick stinging in his inner elbow, servants holding his arm down steady until the needle was withdrawn.
The slave jerked and twisted against the hands pinning him to the bed, a snarl ripping from his throat. They released him one by one, allowing him to curl protectively around his hurting stomach. He shuddered, a warm …show more content…
Titters of amusement reach his ears upon the discovery of the plug in his ass but Jinki feels no shame nor embarrassment. It comes out with a tiny pop. Someone replaces the void with their cock, setting a punishing pace that has the slave whimpering and soon, arching his back for more. Fingers grip his chin and a pair of lips meets his for a sloppy kiss, swallowing his noises of pleasure. He doesn't know how many of them there are or how many times they've fucked him but by the time they're finished, Jinki is in tears begging incoherently to cum, thighs quivering with unquenched need, ass shaking desperately in a bid for attention. The blindfold is soaked. A few pats on the ass is all the slave gets as the master and his clients exit the room with murmurs of satisfaction. Utterly exhausted, Jinki falls asleep waiting for the servants to retreive
Sometimes slaves are unlucky enough to catch the eye of a master. Jinki had the misfortunate opportunity to find out firsthand what exactly that might entail at the manor. He'd awakened with hands on his shoulders, shaking him. Startled that there were people in his room, the slave had swatted those hands away, a slurred shout to back the fuck away. Swift retaliation had come in a punch to the stomach that left him gasping for breath, curling off the bed with tears in his eyes. "I can see already that you'll be a difficult one," a cold voice uttered as too many pairs of hands held the slave down. "Let's make you a little more agreeable." Jinki gasped at the prick stinging in his inner elbow, servants holding his arm down steady until the needle was withdrawn.
The slave jerked and twisted against the hands pinning him to the bed, a snarl ripping from his throat. They released him one by one, allowing him to curl protectively around his hurting stomach. He shuddered, a warm …show more content…
Titters of amusement reach his ears upon the discovery of the plug in his ass but Jinki feels no shame nor embarrassment. It comes out with a tiny pop. Someone replaces the void with their cock, setting a punishing pace that has the slave whimpering and soon, arching his back for more. Fingers grip his chin and a pair of lips meets his for a sloppy kiss, swallowing his noises of pleasure. He doesn't know how many of them there are or how many times they've fucked him but by the time they're finished, Jinki is in tears begging incoherently to cum, thighs quivering with unquenched need, ass shaking desperately in a bid for attention. The blindfold is soaked. A few pats on the ass is all the slave gets as the master and his clients exit the room with murmurs of satisfaction. Utterly exhausted, Jinki falls asleep waiting for the servants to retreive