（ he's impressed, more than anything. that he's kept the illusion together as well as he has, that he's carried it this long, this far. cy pays him little mind beyond the cursory as he reads, though the book is — half-formed, fractional bits of text and equations that shift, dreamlike, as his eyes skim the page.
when the clone dissipates, and the servant mentions the readiness of the bath, he stands up and starts undoing the trappings that hold him fast. he removes the machines first, turning them off and then extricating the dildos from his body, letting them fall wetly to the floor. cy does clean him, perfunctorily — wiping up the mess of lube and bodily fluids between his thighs, wiping full breasts when the weights are removed from his reddened nipples. undoing the cuffs, collar and bound-up hair are last, and then the sling about his belly as he assists him to stand, and then sweeps sasuke up effortlessly into his arms. he carries him to the second room, and sets sasuke down at the edge of the natural-looking pool that's filled with hot water, its surface rippling with a breeze from the nearby window. cy disrobes as well, and then steps down into the pool, reaching to tug sasuke with him.
he doesn't speak, or try to encourage it. instead, he holds sasuke fast in his lap, sluicing water over his abused tits. one hand slips between his legs and massages at his cunt in the warmth of the water, pushing inside in casual ownership. part of this arrangement has been that sasuke is not permitted to refuse him anything — and if that means the use of his body however he deems fit, he must obey. ）
You performed so well for me. （ that's said as he nuzzles in against his slave's dark, dampened hair. ） I'll never tire of your obedience.
no subject
when the clone dissipates, and the servant mentions the readiness of the bath, he stands up and starts undoing the trappings that hold him fast. he removes the machines first, turning them off and then extricating the dildos from his body, letting them fall wetly to the floor. cy does clean him, perfunctorily — wiping up the mess of lube and bodily fluids between his thighs, wiping full breasts when the weights are removed from his reddened nipples. undoing the cuffs, collar and bound-up hair are last, and then the sling about his belly as he assists him to stand, and then sweeps sasuke up effortlessly into his arms. he carries him to the second room, and sets sasuke down at the edge of the natural-looking pool that's filled with hot water, its surface rippling with a breeze from the nearby window. cy disrobes as well, and then steps down into the pool, reaching to tug sasuke with him.
he doesn't speak, or try to encourage it. instead, he holds sasuke fast in his lap, sluicing water over his abused tits. one hand slips between his legs and massages at his cunt in the warmth of the water, pushing inside in casual ownership. part of this arrangement has been that sasuke is not permitted to refuse him anything — and if that means the use of his body however he deems fit, he must obey. ）
You performed so well for me. （ that's said as he nuzzles in against his slave's dark, dampened hair. ） I'll never tire of your obedience.