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Title: Entrapment
Author: charisstoma
Words: 1864
To be out in public dressed as he was, Rarrel thought, gave him an understanding of what it felt like to be vulnerable, more so than if his ass had been swaddled in a loincloth. With a loincloth, people would focus more on his muscles and less on selected parts of his anatomy; the swaddling wouldn’t be subject to the vagaries of movement or wind. He was thankful for the weight of the panel as he felt the cloth pressed against his ass, and the fluttering caress to his balls. At least the panel didn’t cup over his balls and reveal the resulting arousal of his cock. It sure did call attention to his ass though and his vulnerability.
“Put the weapon away, Liss. If you think you’re defending my honor, you’re going about it the wrong way. Nothing like a weapon to get people’s attention and have them looking for why you’ve got the damned thing out.”
Liss blinked and then grinned. “You lost the bet. You have to be out in public wearing only just those draperies for clothing over your ass. What’s the point if no one notices your beautiful ass? Besides I might get a good offer for you.”
“Well you better be prepared to use that weapon if someone does more than look.”
Her grin became wider as she holstered the weapon. “Ah, here we are. You’ll like this place. Remember to act like a good little pleasure slave.”
He looked up hurriedly and through the entrance of an open air bazaar. “No!”
“It’s just a slave market.” Liss stepped close and whispered, “Just part of the assignment,” she added. “Now act the part of a partially trained slave. It’ll make you more tempting to what we’re investigating.”
“They’re going to want to touch.”
“Yep. We can only hope.”
Whatever Rarrel might have tried to say was cut off as the attention he’d dreaded happened.
“You selling, trading, or just looking,” was asked. The male was huge and well covered from head to toe.
Liss’, “Make me an offer and we’ll see,” had Rarell scowling.
A chuckle answered Liss. “He’s still untrained to obedience, it seems. I might be interested. What kind of price have you set on him, if you ‘would’ be interested in selling him?” The male paused, “Why are you willing to sell him, by the way?”
“He’s not able to sexually respond to a female,” Liss replied.
“Hmmm. I will need to assess him. It is possible you weren’t stimulating him properly.”
Liss acted affronted. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Did you try a vibrating butt plug? Another male rutting in him while he attempted to service a female?”
“That would be too much work for what I want from a male slave.”
‘Just wait Liss when it’s your turn next mission,’ Rarrel thought.
The man nodded, “There’s an assessment booth over here. You pay for the booth rent while I determine if I’m interested in what his response is.”
“He might fight your assessment and I don’t want to lose my investment. He might try to escape.”
“Oh Mistress, you are so going to pay,” Rarrel hissed.
The possible buyer chuckled, “If I decide not to buy him, I’ll pay you for his usage or a reimbursement for his loss.”
Liss smiled. “Fair is fair. I get to determine his price then if he escapes or if he’s injured in a way that would lower his price to another buyer.
“Agreed.”
‘This was way off of the usual script,’ was what Rarrel thought as a strong arm wrapped around his body, lifting him up. He heard a snickering from Liss as his possible buyer took him into one of the covered booths. A couple guards were stationed at the entrance. Liss wouldn’t be able to rescue him before his buyer had sampled him. He started to struggle.
“I like the costume. Less work to get to the wares.”
The back cloth panel was lifted and tucked into the thin chain waist band of his theoretical clothing. Rarrel opened his mouth to yell to signal Liss, she better get in here to rescue him, and had a ball gag pushed into his mouth. Fingers enveloped his balls and tugged lightly down in a slow stretch as a third finger pressed behind them to massage, from the outside, what he assumed was his prostate. He could still make some noise but as it came out past the ball gag, it was a muffled whine. Hopefully the buyer would be satisfied with just this, as Rarrel felt his cock hardening, and Liss would get her agreement of sale. They could then arrest the buyer for slave purchase or prostitution at least. Still there were those two guards. He might be giving his all to his job.
“I do believe the fault is in who your owner is. Let’s see if you’re a virgin here.”
Rarrel found himself held down over what he’d seen listed in a catalog as a fucking bench. Hell, the buyer was strong. Warm liquid trickled down the crack of his ass and that finger used it to further the massage before it stroked over his asshole and pressed. He tightened his sphincter and heard that chuckle again.
“Seems you need a bit more encouragement.”
The buyer’s chest rested over Rarrel’s back pinning him to the bench. He felt the hand wrap around his cock stroking up and down while that finger circled over his asshole pressing into the center in time with each stroke.
“You want this. You know you do. Try to push me out, then relax.”
Rarrel heard himself whine again, he couldn’t help it.
The finger breached him and started fucking him, widening in a circle as it did. A second finger joined the first and sought out, finding that place inside that had him groaning and try to follow the fingers as they withdrew before returning to rub where he had found he really needed it.
“You are a natural. Easy to seduce and train, I think. We could use you on our team,” Rarrel heard vaguely. “Let’s see how you take a dildo, a smaller one, because you have all the reactions of a virgin from what I can tell.”
The fingers retreated and something larger than two fingers pressed into him to move over ‘that spot’. It stopped, resting there inside him.
“Do you want?” was asked. “Do you want more? Maybe have it vibrate or just have it fuck you? Do you want me to stop?” was asked as his balls were again gently tugged and that finger massaged that spot that now had the dildo on the other side inside.
“Plesss.”
“Nod your head if you want to come. Nod your head if you want me to buy you away from your partner. Better yet, come for me.”
Rarrel was nodding his head frantically. His desire to come totally taking over his thoughts and missing the mention of Liss being his partner. The vibrating dildo stroked over that spot more forcefully angling down into the gland. He came. The dildo was turned off but still was stroked in and out until he came down off the high of his orgasm and was left in a mellow tired state.
“Arrest her for pandering of demon-kin,” the buyer called out and Rarrel heard Liss’ outraged cry shouting, “You’re under arrest for slavery purchase… um” as she realized no money had yet been exchanged.
“Who are you?” Rarrel groggily asked, still bent over the bench, the dildo still inside him.
“Vice. We’re tired of visitors to our plane thinking they can come here to use or buy and sell to our people.”
“Technically, I’m not being sold. No money was exchanged.”
“That’s why you aren’t under arrest yet. Now if you want to stay and join my team...”
“To do what? Have you pander me to visitors? How would that legally work anyway since I’m not from your plane?” Rarrel looked at the position he was still in over the bench and the dildo still in his ass. “Little help here. Can you let me go now?”
“You look good like that,” was grinned. “We might even get another orgasm out of you.”
“Please.”
“Please what? Another orgasm? Maybe even take something bigger inside you? Or how about you make me come in your mouth while the dildo vibrates inside you?” He paused and considered, “ Dildo vibrating on the outside and my cock in your ass. Yeah, I can work with that.”
The dildo was turned on again before being applied outside while the buyer worked his cock inside him. Rarrel started angling to make the larger hardness inside him stroke over where the outside vibrating was happening. He’d never been able to come so soon after an orgasm when he was doing it himself, not that he had any prior experience with anyone else. Liss used to call him ‘The Virgin’ which made this whole fiasco ironic. His clothing, what there was of it, was straightened and his limp body was carried from the booth.
He’d missed the recording that had been taken of his debauching. It was shown in front of witnesses at the convening with audio of his begging for more. There was no possibility of his participation being anything but voluntary.
Turned out there were different rules here. Demon courtship was different than how things were done in the human world he came from and there was no possibility of him leaving until there was proof he wasn’t pregnant. Of course, his demon consort could keep trying to impregnate him while they waited for pregnancy results.
By the rules of the Demon ‘verse, if a demon wanted a human consort they went to the Human world, chose, hunted and seduced their chosen. Rarrel, it turned out, was the result of one such breeding but his father hadn’t known he existed. He was bred and born on the wrong side of the blanket, so to speak, and having been raised in the Human World didn’t express as ‘demon’.
In the meantime while they waited for a positive pregnancy result, Rarrel was taking classes in law-enforcement of the demon kind. Gorriel was helping with his own type of tutoring every night. Considering that if Rarrel got a wrong answer the penalty was getting fucked long and hard, Rarrel suspected there would come a time when Gorriel would twig to the fact Rarrel was answering wrong on purpose.
“Gorry, if I get pregnant will you stop fucking me?”
The correct answer was no, but maybe not as energetically, especially when it might induce a premature birth. Fingering was possible or mutual oral but never would Gorriel not pleasure his mate.
Last he heard, Liss was imprisoned for trying to sell a demon-kin into prostitution. He hoped they gave birth control to the prisoners. Gorry, when he asked, said not to worry. Not even a demon could get a statue pregnant but they could sure get a lot of enjoyment trying and statues weren’t able to reach their own climax. Punishment was made to fit the offense.
Title: Entrapment
Author: charisstoma
Words: 1864
To be out in public dressed as he was, Rarrel thought, gave him an understanding of what it felt like to be vulnerable, more so than if his ass had been swaddled in a loincloth. With a loincloth, people would focus more on his muscles and less on selected parts of his anatomy; the swaddling wouldn’t be subject to the vagaries of movement or wind. He was thankful for the weight of the panel as he felt the cloth pressed against his ass, and the fluttering caress to his balls. At least the panel didn’t cup over his balls and reveal the resulting arousal of his cock. It sure did call attention to his ass though and his vulnerability.
“Put the weapon away, Liss. If you think you’re defending my honor, you’re going about it the wrong way. Nothing like a weapon to get people’s attention and have them looking for why you’ve got the damned thing out.”
Liss blinked and then grinned. “You lost the bet. You have to be out in public wearing only just those draperies for clothing over your ass. What’s the point if no one notices your beautiful ass? Besides I might get a good offer for you.”
“Well you better be prepared to use that weapon if someone does more than look.”
Her grin became wider as she holstered the weapon. “Ah, here we are. You’ll like this place. Remember to act like a good little pleasure slave.”
He looked up hurriedly and through the entrance of an open air bazaar. “No!”
“It’s just a slave market.” Liss stepped close and whispered, “Just part of the assignment,” she added. “Now act the part of a partially trained slave. It’ll make you more tempting to what we’re investigating.”
“They’re going to want to touch.”
“Yep. We can only hope.”
Whatever Rarrel might have tried to say was cut off as the attention he’d dreaded happened.
“You selling, trading, or just looking,” was asked. The male was huge and well covered from head to toe.
Liss’, “Make me an offer and we’ll see,” had Rarell scowling.
A chuckle answered Liss. “He’s still untrained to obedience, it seems. I might be interested. What kind of price have you set on him, if you ‘would’ be interested in selling him?” The male paused, “Why are you willing to sell him, by the way?”
“He’s not able to sexually respond to a female,” Liss replied.
“Hmmm. I will need to assess him. It is possible you weren’t stimulating him properly.”
Liss acted affronted. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Did you try a vibrating butt plug? Another male rutting in him while he attempted to service a female?”
“That would be too much work for what I want from a male slave.”
‘Just wait Liss when it’s your turn next mission,’ Rarrel thought.
The man nodded, “There’s an assessment booth over here. You pay for the booth rent while I determine if I’m interested in what his response is.”
“He might fight your assessment and I don’t want to lose my investment. He might try to escape.”
“Oh Mistress, you are so going to pay,” Rarrel hissed.
The possible buyer chuckled, “If I decide not to buy him, I’ll pay you for his usage or a reimbursement for his loss.”
Liss smiled. “Fair is fair. I get to determine his price then if he escapes or if he’s injured in a way that would lower his price to another buyer.
“Agreed.”
‘This was way off of the usual script,’ was what Rarrel thought as a strong arm wrapped around his body, lifting him up. He heard a snickering from Liss as his possible buyer took him into one of the covered booths. A couple guards were stationed at the entrance. Liss wouldn’t be able to rescue him before his buyer had sampled him. He started to struggle.
“I like the costume. Less work to get to the wares.”
The back cloth panel was lifted and tucked into the thin chain waist band of his theoretical clothing. Rarrel opened his mouth to yell to signal Liss, she better get in here to rescue him, and had a ball gag pushed into his mouth. Fingers enveloped his balls and tugged lightly down in a slow stretch as a third finger pressed behind them to massage, from the outside, what he assumed was his prostate. He could still make some noise but as it came out past the ball gag, it was a muffled whine. Hopefully the buyer would be satisfied with just this, as Rarrel felt his cock hardening, and Liss would get her agreement of sale. They could then arrest the buyer for slave purchase or prostitution at least. Still there were those two guards. He might be giving his all to his job.
“I do believe the fault is in who your owner is. Let’s see if you’re a virgin here.”
Rarrel found himself held down over what he’d seen listed in a catalog as a fucking bench. Hell, the buyer was strong. Warm liquid trickled down the crack of his ass and that finger used it to further the massage before it stroked over his asshole and pressed. He tightened his sphincter and heard that chuckle again.
“Seems you need a bit more encouragement.”
The buyer’s chest rested over Rarrel’s back pinning him to the bench. He felt the hand wrap around his cock stroking up and down while that finger circled over his asshole pressing into the center in time with each stroke.
“You want this. You know you do. Try to push me out, then relax.”
Rarrel heard himself whine again, he couldn’t help it.
The finger breached him and started fucking him, widening in a circle as it did. A second finger joined the first and sought out, finding that place inside that had him groaning and try to follow the fingers as they withdrew before returning to rub where he had found he really needed it.
“You are a natural. Easy to seduce and train, I think. We could use you on our team,” Rarrel heard vaguely. “Let’s see how you take a dildo, a smaller one, because you have all the reactions of a virgin from what I can tell.”
The fingers retreated and something larger than two fingers pressed into him to move over ‘that spot’. It stopped, resting there inside him.
“Do you want?” was asked. “Do you want more? Maybe have it vibrate or just have it fuck you? Do you want me to stop?” was asked as his balls were again gently tugged and that finger massaged that spot that now had the dildo on the other side inside.
“Plesss.”
“Nod your head if you want to come. Nod your head if you want me to buy you away from your partner. Better yet, come for me.”
Rarrel was nodding his head frantically. His desire to come totally taking over his thoughts and missing the mention of Liss being his partner. The vibrating dildo stroked over that spot more forcefully angling down into the gland. He came. The dildo was turned off but still was stroked in and out until he came down off the high of his orgasm and was left in a mellow tired state.
“Arrest her for pandering of demon-kin,” the buyer called out and Rarrel heard Liss’ outraged cry shouting, “You’re under arrest for slavery purchase… um” as she realized no money had yet been exchanged.
“Who are you?” Rarrel groggily asked, still bent over the bench, the dildo still inside him.
“Vice. We’re tired of visitors to our plane thinking they can come here to use or buy and sell to our people.”
“Technically, I’m not being sold. No money was exchanged.”
“That’s why you aren’t under arrest yet. Now if you want to stay and join my team...”
“To do what? Have you pander me to visitors? How would that legally work anyway since I’m not from your plane?” Rarrel looked at the position he was still in over the bench and the dildo still in his ass. “Little help here. Can you let me go now?”
“You look good like that,” was grinned. “We might even get another orgasm out of you.”
“Please.”
“Please what? Another orgasm? Maybe even take something bigger inside you? Or how about you make me come in your mouth while the dildo vibrates inside you?” He paused and considered, “ Dildo vibrating on the outside and my cock in your ass. Yeah, I can work with that.”
The dildo was turned on again before being applied outside while the buyer worked his cock inside him. Rarrel started angling to make the larger hardness inside him stroke over where the outside vibrating was happening. He’d never been able to come so soon after an orgasm when he was doing it himself, not that he had any prior experience with anyone else. Liss used to call him ‘The Virgin’ which made this whole fiasco ironic. His clothing, what there was of it, was straightened and his limp body was carried from the booth.
He’d missed the recording that had been taken of his debauching. It was shown in front of witnesses at the convening with audio of his begging for more. There was no possibility of his participation being anything but voluntary.
Turned out there were different rules here. Demon courtship was different than how things were done in the human world he came from and there was no possibility of him leaving until there was proof he wasn’t pregnant. Of course, his demon consort could keep trying to impregnate him while they waited for pregnancy results.
By the rules of the Demon ‘verse, if a demon wanted a human consort they went to the Human world, chose, hunted and seduced their chosen. Rarrel, it turned out, was the result of one such breeding but his father hadn’t known he existed. He was bred and born on the wrong side of the blanket, so to speak, and having been raised in the Human World didn’t express as ‘demon’.
In the meantime while they waited for a positive pregnancy result, Rarrel was taking classes in law-enforcement of the demon kind. Gorriel was helping with his own type of tutoring every night. Considering that if Rarrel got a wrong answer the penalty was getting fucked long and hard, Rarrel suspected there would come a time when Gorriel would twig to the fact Rarrel was answering wrong on purpose.
“Gorry, if I get pregnant will you stop fucking me?”
The correct answer was no, but maybe not as energetically, especially when it might induce a premature birth. Fingering was possible or mutual oral but never would Gorriel not pleasure his mate.
Last he heard, Liss was imprisoned for trying to sell a demon-kin into prostitution. He hoped they gave birth control to the prisoners. Gorry, when he asked, said not to worry. Not even a demon could get a statue pregnant but they could sure get a lot of enjoyment trying and statues weren’t able to reach their own climax. Punishment was made to fit the offense.
