It's a set of weird-ass circumstances that has Sollux here in this position. You don't go looking to flee the home planet and escape the life of a self-conscious spaceship battery with the intent of becoming some rich fucker's sex slave—he sure as hell didn't, at least—but one thing led to another, and also humans are kind of stupid. They do know he's psionic; that one didn't take long to figure out. But using him for this? And that's not even getting to the time he did as a glorified boy-maid for some fancy bullshit hotel. (Hotel, he has long since learned, is the human word for itinerant hivestem.)
Apparently some douchebag thought they could fetch a real pretty caegar penny for a psionic of his caliber in the porn industry. Go figure. Maybe it was the double bulges, maybe it was the visual brought by his vision twofold, or maybe it was simple novelty. Not everybody can afford to buy a would-be helmsman just for pailing, right?
But really, in the here and now, the reason doesn't matter so much as the position itself. Loaded up with concupiscent pheromones and just enough of a sedative to leave him lax and compliant, Sollux can barely even think as the handler leads him out and shows him off to this prospective buyer, even when he gets a little too personal with the inspection. Yeah, his bulges are out, and they aren't looking to retract anytime soon.
It's actually, humiliatingly, kind of a relief when this asshole picks him for a test drive. His nook's been dripping for too long, and once the handler's stripped him he doesn't even have the inside of his pants for his bulges to grind against, and maybe this can all be fucking over if what's-his-chute likes the experience. It'll be easier to think then, for one thing.
It's honestly a little bit a blur between the here and there, but his consciousness zeroes right in when Dave gets to teasing a bulge. His breath catches in his throat. Bend over? Okay, yeah, he can do that.
It's not the most comfortable, and it's not the most dignified, but Sollux awkwardly sinks down onto his knees and braces himself with his forearms. His ass is left exposed, his knees already invitingly set apart. Yellow-tinged pre-material glimmers slickly on his thighs and the lips of his nook, while his twin bulges curl against each other.
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Date: 2021-07-09 07:10 am (UTC)Apparently some douchebag thought they could fetch a real pretty
caegarpenny for a psionic of his caliber in the porn industry. Go figure. Maybe it was the double bulges, maybe it was the visual brought by his vision twofold, or maybe it was simple novelty. Not everybody can afford to buy a would-be helmsman just for pailing, right?But really, in the here and now, the reason doesn't matter so much as the position itself. Loaded up with concupiscent pheromones and just enough of a sedative to leave him lax and compliant, Sollux can barely even think as the handler leads him out and shows him off to this prospective buyer, even when he gets a little too personal with the inspection. Yeah, his bulges are out, and they aren't looking to retract anytime soon.
It's actually, humiliatingly, kind of a relief when this asshole picks him for a test drive. His nook's been dripping for too long, and once the handler's stripped him he doesn't even have the inside of his pants for his bulges to grind against, and maybe this can all be fucking over if what's-his-chute likes the experience. It'll be easier to think then, for one thing.
It's honestly a little bit a blur between the here and there, but his consciousness zeroes right in when Dave gets to teasing a bulge. His breath catches in his throat. Bend over? Okay, yeah, he can do that.
It's not the most comfortable, and it's not the most dignified, but Sollux awkwardly sinks down onto his knees and braces himself with his forearms. His ass is left exposed, his knees already invitingly set apart. Yellow-tinged pre-material glimmers slickly on his thighs and the lips of his nook, while his twin bulges curl against each other.