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[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."

[equivocations]

One of the men runs a hand over Huaisang's thigh when it tenses. "This one doesn't like pain, does she? No, we gotta treat her gentle."

"Depends on how good he is for us," another one says, and they all chuckle when Huaisang pleads with them to come.

"Louder!" someone from the crowd shouts.

"Keep going," one of the men tells him. "You gotta convince them you really want it, not us."

There's a hand on each of his nipples, now, tugging and rolling, one playing with his cock cage, another at each of his balls.

"Tell them how good it feels."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bites his lip and he pulls at his restraints which just made his muscles ache more, his breathing labored and his body oversensitive and aching. It was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful.

"Please, please. It feels so good, I can't take it, please let me come," he moans loudly, trying to make it sounds as sincere as he could and not panicked.

[equivocations]

There's a scattering of laughter from the crowd, accompanied by a few whistles and hollers.

"Give her what she wants!"

"You'll never make a whore come that way, you have to fuck it out of her!"

The men surrounding Huaisang don't let up in their touches, but they all look up at each other.

"Who knows where he's been? I'm not sticking my dick there," one of them says.

"I will," another says. "We're coming up on my time, I want to make sure she comes so I win that bet."

The hand playing with his plug shifts, now, trying to tug it out with intent.

"It won't come out!"

"What? Let me try-" There's a fumble as hands change, the new one even rougher as it tries to pull the plug out. "She must be really tight! Come on, give it up for us."

[eternalgrief]

Once they start tugging so harshly at the plug it's impossible for Huaisang to keep up the charade as his moans turned to pained cries.

"Stop, stop, please stop," he begs instead as it becomes even more rough and he wants to reach out to stop them and he can't even explain why it won't come out.

"Stop, help me," he sobs.

[equivocations]

The men begin to squabble amongst themselves as Huaisang goes back to begging them to stop. It seems they don't care as much about the bet to make him come when they've realized that their prizes might not be as easy to get as they've thought.

Two hands start twisting at the plug, trying to work it out of him without any success.

"Flip him back over, let's get a look at it."

They turn Huaisang over onto his stomach, hauling his hips up into the air so they have better access to the plug. One of them keeps a hold on his hips while two others try to pull the plug out - at some point, someone plants a foot on his ass for leverage as they yank on it with all their strength.

There's a commotion in the crowd, now, people shouting and others running off as a figure cuts his way through with an enraged howl - but the men seem too focused on Huaisang to notice.

A few of them start cursing, and one of the men pulls out a knife.

"Fuck this, we'll cut it out of him."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang couldn't resist as they flipped him over, doing everything they could to try and get the plug out of him. His body was covered in dirt and abrasions from the harsh ground, his eyes covered in tear mixing with dirt as well as he couldn't keep his head up off the ground.

"No, no, no," Huaisang sobs, at the mention of cutting it out. He's exhausted and his body is already so abused and where he's tied his skin is rubbing raw from his struggling.

"Please, please don't. Help, someone... please help me," his cries were broken and hoarse by this point.

[equivocations]

The shouts from the crowd start to become a little more clear as the figure gets closer, and someone yells, "Chifeng-Zun!"

This, finally, makes the men pause, but it's too late for the one with the knife. Mingjue makes it to the circle of men and targets him first, grabbing him by the back of the neck and hauling him off of Huaisang. He tosses him aside like he weighs nothing, brandishing Baxia at the remaining four.

"Get off of him!" he roars.

The four men seem to realize that this isn't some common whore - at least enough that they don't want to fight an enraged Nie Mingjue over him. They scatter, along with the rest of the audience.