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[eternalgrief]

Huaisang is realizing exactly what the other has planned. He tries to resist harder, twisting his hips and resisting the push of the plug but all too soon the other has it secure inside of him and there would be no removing it on his own. He still can't move his hands but they pull now, trying to get free as tears are just running freely down his face as he's fitted into the harness.

The other is making him the possession, the object that Huaisang had known he was the whole time, now there was no veil of it. He doesn't know how to stop this, to reorganize and settle into a new plan, to talk his way back from this ledge.

"Husband, please, I'm sorry," Huaisang tries, desperately trying to gain some control of the situation again.

[equivocations]

Huaisang has struggled with him before, but this, coupled with his tears - he refuses to let it deter him. If this is what it takes to make his Huaisang realize their positions, to accept that this is what his life is now, to allow Lan Xichen to love him as well as he wants to, then this is what he will do.

But then -

Oh. His heart softens immediately when Huaisang calls him husband, and his hands still as he meets his bride's gaze. There's a longing in his eyes, deeper than the desire he's shown around him before, and he tries to remind himself that no, Huaisang is only saying this to make him stop, that he isn't really sorry.

"How can I trust you, A-Sang?" he asks quietly, running a gentle, tender hand through his hair. "You lie so easily, and I have been fooled already."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang takes a few deep breaths, though they're still somewhat panicked. He still works to make Xichen believe him. He needs him to believe him even though Huaisang knows it's all a lie. He stops struggling to pull away from the wall. His eyes meeting the other's and there's fear in his eyes still but he hides the contempt, the defiance and makes sure to look submissive, apologetic.

"I mean it, husband. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again. I was wrong."

[equivocations]

Lan Xichen wants to believe him. But isn't that the problem? He's always wanted to believe Huaisang, and now he knows he can't.

Not unless he completely breaks him down first, and then builds him back up.

"A-Sang," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him, soft and sweet.

He puts the finishing touches on the harness, and then steps back. With a flick of his fingers, he removes the seals holding Huaisang's wrists and neck to the wall, leaving him completely free - aside from the signs of Lan Xichen's ownership permanently on his body.

"You have a choice, A-Sang. You can go, and take your chances out there with them. Or you can stay, and allow me to continue."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang forces himself to return the kiss, to not shy away to not bite to try and break it. If he did it would completely ruin the illusion he was trying to create. No, he kisses Xichen like he wants him, trying to make him believe it.

But still, the harness is still there and then he's free to move again.

Huaisang curls his hands at his side, not sure what calculation to make.

He could have asked Xichen what he planned to do could have kept playing the game but the allure of maybe...just maybe escaping is strong even as he's dressed like this -- marked as the other's in ways that would be very difficult to undo...

"You'll regret it."

[equivocations]

Ah.

He hates that there was a part of him that still hoped. That thought that maybe, maybe this was enough to make Huaisang see, to get him to give in. Foolish, foolish, now he's been let down twice in one day.

Whatever softness he'd been feeling from Huaisang calling him husband, from the way he'd kissed him back, it's gone as he watches his bride clench his fists, watches him consider which is less abhorrent to him.

No, he won't let himself be swayed any more. His uncle and brother are right - there is only one way. Besides, their people - and Mingjue - would be so disappointed if Lan Xichen didn't follow through with the punishment as scheduled.

"Will I? How angry do you think they'll be when they want to fuck you and find that they can't remove your plug? When they want your jewels, and they can't take them from your nipples, or your little clit? Do you think they'll give up? Or will they ruin you to get them?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang refuses to let the fear he feels show now, raising his chin defiantly. He's terrified and a part of him considers giving into the other option but there's... a chance of escape here. It's slim to none but he has to take it. And maybe even if he doesn't escape the suffering will end somehow.

"I don't care."

[equivocations]

"Then go."

He waves a hand, and the seal to the seclusion room is broken. True, he hasn't gotten to the point of etching a permanent tracking talisman on him yet, or a contraception - but he can track his ribbon well enough, if he needs to, and no one is going to get the plug out of there before Huaisang can be rescued.

"See how far you get before you're crying for help, or someone drags you back here."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang only hesitates a moment before he runs from the room, running as fast as he could to try and make his escape from Cloud Recesses. He doesn't let himself think about the fact he is basically naked. He can't allow it. He tries to think of the ways that he would encounter the least about of people.

But honestly there are only so many paths he could take.

[equivocations]

There are a few people who see him and stare. A few others who carefully avert their gaze, clearly not wanting to get involved in whatever's going on there.

But eventually, he'll run into a group of people with far less noble intentions. One of the men notices him, and elbows another.

"Look at that! You think they sent us a present to give us a good time, for doing such a good job?"

"Who cares about that - look at what he's wearing," another one says. "Where'd you get jewels like that?"

"He's probably a whore," a third says. "Those just scream gifts from a wealthy client."

"Well shit. What've we got to pay for him? the first asks. "Come here, tell us how much you charge!"

[eternalgrief]

For a moment, it was almost too easy to get through and then... then he knows he's taken a wrong turn. He hears all their talking and the questions and he doesn't answer them. He just starts to back up, looking around quickly until he finds a path that looks empty of people and he starts to run down it. He's not quick and he's small and it won't be hard for them to grab him.

When someone does he bites back a scream, refusing to give them the satisfaction of that and he struggles to get himself free, managing to land an elbow or two at least.

"Let me go!"

[equivocations]

There's a flurry of shouts back and forth - "Grab his leg!" "No, his other leg!" "Hold him down-" "Flip him over, yeah, just like that!" - until the men have Huaisang positioned exactly how they want him.

He's on his back, arms spread with one man kneeling on each of them, pinning them to the ground. There's another man kneeling by his head, a fourth and fifth by his legs - they've each grabbed one and pushed it back, until the man kneeling by his head can grab one of his ankles in each hand and hold him there, spread open.

"Another one, this guy must be a hell of a good whore," one of the men by his feet says, as he roughly thumbs at the sapphires studding the plug inside him.

"You sure we've got a he?" the other man at his feet jokes, wiggling his cock cage around. "Look at this little thing, no wonder it's locked away. No one's getting any use out of this."

There's a chorus of laughter from the men, and one of the ones kneeling at his arms tugs at the jeweled nipple rings.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang couldn't get away from them as he's held down and exposed to the men, men that he would never have let touch him otherwise. His skin is crawling and he still struggles, trying to kick his legs but they're stronger and it's useless. His body tenses as the other presses his thumb at the plug, hips twisting.

"Get off of me!" he demands again as if he had any power here.


Huaisang's face goes red when the comments turn to the cock cage and he does his best not to let tears well up both of humiliation and frustration, fear.

"Ah," Huaisang cries out when the other tugs at the nipple rings, the motion more intense than it would have been for him before the piercing, before Xichen made him more sensitive. "Stop."

[equivocations]

The men ignore his demands entirely, convinced he's a whore - who else would flaunt themselves so blatantly out here like this?

"Oh, he likes that!" One of them says when Huaisang cries out at the tug to his nipple rings. "Let me try, here-" he reaches out, rolling one nipple between his fingers and toying with the ring.

"Can he even get off with this thing on him?" One of the men flicks his little cock cage.

"Don't know." It's almost careless, until the man who says it gets an idea and grins widely. "Bets on how long it'll take him if he can?"

Another man groans. "You'd bet on anything!"

"What's the prize if we're right?"

"First pick of the jewels?"

There's a pause as all of the men look down at Huaisang with intent.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang arches and kicks out his legs again, another moan leaving him though as the other keeps toying with his nipple. He won't make it easy for them.

"Get off of me!"

He's no longer trying to hide that he's afraid, letting his voice rise.

[equivocations]

There's another chorus of laughter, even as two of the men have to help hold his legs still as he kicks and arches.

"Still some fight in him! You think he doesn't want to come?"

"I think he doesn't want to lose those jewels."

"Hold him a minute, then we'll place our bets."

With one man on each of Huaisang's limbs, pinning him down, the fifth goes off and comes back with a rough length of rope. They roll Huaisang over onto his stomach, tying each wrist to the corresponding ankle.

[eternalgrief]

There were people that were starting to watch what was happening as he's tied up to the point where moving is basically impossible. He hadn't made it easy for them, though. But the people that were gathering, no one was making a move to help him, no they were just watching, some looking disgusted or interested or amused. Some not even bothering to pretend they weren't aroused by the sight of Huaisang being assaulted by these men.

"Stop!" Huaisang cries out again, looking around, looking to meet the eyes of anyone that might take mercy on him.

[equivocations]

None of them men seem to be concerned that anyone from the audience will stop them. Most of them saw him pass by, after all, and those that didn't can easily see his state of dress.

"You're the most fun we've had all the way out here in a while," one of the men tells him.

"Forty minutes until he comes," one of them bets first.

"Half an hour," another counters, to a number of heckles from their audience about his confidence.

Now that betting is involved, it seems to have become something of a spectator sport.

"An hour," one man said, followed by, "two."

There's some members of the audience placing bets now, shouting out anything from ten minutes to a whole day.

"Flip him back over, let's play with those tits a while."

The men roll him back over onto his back, and immediately their hands go to his chest, cupping his pectorals in their hands and toying with his nipple rings.

[eternalgrief]

There is no one willing to help, they want to enjoy the humiliation. Huaisang squeezes his eyes closed as he ears all the bids. The way they'd tied him strains his muscles and already he's feeling the burn of it. He does struggle as much as possible when the roll him back over. His breath starting to come out in panicked gasps.

Huaisang is so sensitive there and he bites down on his lip ruthlessly to keep from making a sound as they toy with him. He decides he won't beg anymore, he won't give the crowd more satisfaction from it.

It's still obvious that the things that they're doing are affecting him, his breath sucking in sharply, they way instinctively he tries to press his thighs together and despite his best ever whimpers leave him.

[equivocations]

There's laughter again when Huaisang struggles, at the panic in his gasps.

"Never seen a whore who was so desperate not to come!" Someone from their audience shouts.

A chorus of agreements rings out, more shouts of "Make him come!", "Let's see the whore scream!", and "You better win that bet, I want one of those rings!"

The men are crowding and jostling each other, treating this like any other competition, as though Huaisang was just an object for their entertainment.

"Look at him squirm!" one of the men says.

"Shhh, hear those whimpers? Look at how much he likes it!"

There's a brief hush in the crowd, just so they can listen to the noises Huaisang can't keep from making.

One of them pinches his nipple roughly, then follows it up by leaning over to take it into his mouth, sucking gently and using his tongue to play with the ring.

Another palms over the cage on his little cock, rolling it in his hand before cupping his balls.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang’s eyes squeeze shut as the mouth ends up on his nipple, the ring being played with almost too much to bear. It only gets worse as the hand moves between his legs and he can’t even keep track of who is doing what or how many as he tried to hold back whimpers and moans.

“Ah... s.... stop, please,” he begs again and then, much louder...

“Help! Someone please help!”

[equivocations]

"Listen to him beg!"

There's more laughter.

"Everyone's got a bet on you now, do you think anyone's going to help you?"

Someone gets a hand around the plug inside him. There's a few tugs at it, but they don't seem bothered by the fact that it won't come out - they haven't figured it out yet. Instead, they press it deeper, twisting it around and angling it in search of his sweet spot.

"They all want to see you come, whore, we've got money riding on you."

"We won't stop until then, so you might as well beg us to let you come!"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang should stop begging but he's losing hold on his pride, fear and his survival instinct are taking over. He knows how unlikely it is he can come in the special cage that Xichen had spelled, he couldn't even really get hard inside of it. If no one helped him this would never end.

"Someone please," he cries out again, and the sound gets louder as the plug is pressed deeper inside of him, a sobbed moan soon following as the twisting gets it just brushing against his prostate.

"I can't come. Just let me go."

[equivocations]

"Got it!" the man says triumphantly when Huaisang cries out louder, and there's a mutter of satisfaction among the men at his sobbed moan.

"Then you're going to be here a long time," one of the men says.

"What good's a whore who doesn't pretend like she likes it?" someone from their audience shouts.

There's a few shouts of agreement, and one of the men slaps Huaisang on the side of his thigh. The one at his plug keeps pushing it into his prostate, a continuous pressure.

"Beg us to let you come, and maybe we'll let you go."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang wants to defend himself against being referred to as a woman but it was the least of the worries as humiliated and emasculated as he felt. His thighs tense at the slap, though he moans more as the plug continues to press against that spot making him ache and want. He let out a sob again.

Maybe if there is a chance... He's more afraid of these men than he had ever been of Xichen.

"Please, please let me come."