A Shocking Choice
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Number Two has refined and elegant features, like a portrait. His hair is a dazzling blond and his eyes are a deep ocean blue. His figure is slim but held perfectly upright. All of him exudes an innate haughtiness, and if it was perfectly fine tuned, it will be a guaranteed hit with high paying clients who have a real penchant for subjugation. But that beauty of his wasn't simply reflected in his face and body on the surface alone, oh no no. Even though those features did account for the bulk of it, the arrogance which emanated from all of him, from his very core, is what made others feel absolutely intoxicated.
updates are going to be weird for a lil bit.
Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
Number Five, oh, those eyes of his has a smile in them, and that raven-black hair of his was a real thing of beauty. His naturally narrowed lids made it had to see the light and colour reflecting in them, but I'll bet my bottom dollar that there's a beautiful pair hidden behind them. He has a fine looking face on him, one that gives off a faint feeling of warmth right alongside one of alienation. He had reserved and unassuming nature about him, too, one that would make a person feel good, but not all that offended. The way he looked back at others was more a balance between a free and unrestrained kind of look that was also mixed with desolation. He was as clear as bowl of water but also guarded. So, for those customers who were rather fond of slowly peeling back layers to get a taste, he'd be a hit. Though, it would inevitable come with a battle of wits and courage, a battle that could very well come with the risk of you losing your own heart along the way.
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Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
After the black-haired youth was placed in the same position as Number Two; Lennon, Number Two—who had regained his strength, the somewhat weak but still calm Number Five, along with the other seven people in that room all now turned there gazes to the only person left standing who was not supposed to be doing so. "What's your choice, then?"
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
Then there was Number Eight, this one was an incredibly unique specimen. Never in my life have I ever come across such pure silver hair in this world! It was simply gorgeous, a kind of beautiful quicksilver that can enchant a person's heart, while those eyes of his were just as pale and gave a sense on unwelcoming frost. Those arched brows and eyes of his... exactly what sort of seduction they'll exude in the heat of passion is something I can't so much as fathom. Although that face of his is exquisite, it doesn't leave you as take aback when you see him like Number Two's. Plus, compared to that blond boy's beauty and the black haired boy's purity, that iciness exuded by Number Eight doesn't fill one with intimidation, to the contrary, it provokes a immense desire to conquer him. That unsoiled appearance of his had a kind of sanctity about it, and most people in this world relished acts of desecration.
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
There was no doubt, facing such a huge level of stimulation, even if it was the youth's first time experiencing such pain, at the same time, he had also managed to come from that stimulation.
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A Shocking Choice
"Yes." Lennon grinned as he replied.
These three... they were possibly the rarest beauties in all of S-District's history. Their success being that each has their own unique advantages that will allow them a fair share in power.
Lennon thought all this to himself on the inside, but on the outside, the only thing on his face was a ruthless grin. "Arriving here, means not having such a strong sense of arrogance and self-respect. What point even is there for you to wear such a veil of pretentiousness when you are destined to be nothing else than being taken to someone's bed as a slave for sеx?" As he spoke, he slowly walked to place himself right in front of Number Two.
Lennon thought all this to himself on the inside, but on the outside, the only thing on his face was a ruthless grin. "Arriving here, means not having such a strong sense of arrogance and self-respect. What point even is there for you to wear such a veil of pretentiousness when you are destined to be nothing else than being taken to someone's bed as a slave for sеx?" As he spoke, he slowly walked to place himself right in front of Number Two.
Then there was Number Eight, this one was an incredibly unique specimen. Never in my life have I ever come across such pure silver hair in this world! It was simply gorgeous, a kind of beautiful quicksilver that can enchant a person's heart, while those eyes of his were just as pale and gave a sense on unwelcoming frost. Those arched brows and eyes of his... exactly what sort of seduction they'll exude in the heat of passion is something I can't so much as fathom. Although that face of his is exquisite, it doesn't leave you as take aback when you see him like Number Two's. Plus, compared to that blond boy's beauty and the black haired boy's purity, that iciness exuded by Number Eight doesn't fill one with intimidation, to the contrary, it provokes a immense desire to conquer him. That unsoiled appearance of his had a kind of sanctity about it, and most people in this world relished acts of desecration.
It wasn't just because of the order of the numbers on their collars, but also because of the positions in which they stood.
The large bodied slaves under Lennon's control then stood at Number Two's side each, and held his slim body in place, allowing him to not move at all. As for Number Two, who was already aware of what would now happen to him, his body's trembling grew all the more obvious while his teeth unconsciously clamped into his lower lip. The long black electric rod was sandwiched between his his thighs, lightly pushing his pеnis upwards as it was pressed against his perineum, resulting in a small part of his buttocks also being touched. It was without a doubt an act that would make a person feel ashamed, but Number Two wasn't given time to so much as struggle before that rod released a tingling current that made him struggle and release continuous screams! After an unfathomable amount of time passed, his violently spasming legs could no longer hold him upright, collapsing. But, even like this, the cruel torture delivered by Lennon continued. He was held in place by both arms and both legs, while his thighs tightly clamped that rod in place.
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
Number Five, to this, nodded. "I don't have much of a choice now, do I? I'll choose the punishment."
As a result, compared to the seven on the right who were already temporarily yielded to contort themselves into the ordered formation, the three on the left still stood perfectly upright.
But the event that would truly leave them all gobsmacked, well, that was still to come~
If Silver had realised from the onset that he had chosen to model the characters of an ordinary person from thee prideful Number Two and the even more persistent Number Five, which had made him appear less ordinary, who knows how strange he would've felt.
From beside the blond boy, another handsome youth looked on fixedly. After staring at Number Two's weakened body for a good while, he quickly flicked his gaze on Lennon. "According to what you said, if I choose to officially become a sеx-slave, I'd just have to accept the punishment. But if I refuse to choose, I'll have to endure pain from your rod until I'm forced to accept?"
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
There was no doubt, facing such a huge level of stimulation, even if it was the youth's first time experiencing such pain, at the same time, he had also managed to come from that stimulation.
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
These three... they were possibly the rarest beauties in all of S-District's history. Their success being that each has their own unique advantages that will allow them a fair share in power.
The continuous buzz of electricity soon sounded, causing Number Two's body to lightly shiver. He was scared. This reaction was also one Lennon savoured. It was simply a fact that in training sеx-slaves, those who are afraid of pain will oftentimes garner surprising results.
The continuous buzz of electricity soon sounded, causing Number Two's body to lightly shiver. He was scared. This reaction was also one Lennon savoured. It was simply a fact that in training sеx-slaves, those who are afraid of pain will oftentimes garner surprising results.
Then there was Number Eight, this one was an incredibly unique specimen. Never in my life have I ever come across such pure silver hair in this world! It was simply gorgeous, a kind of beautiful quicksilver that can enchant a person's heart, while those eyes of his were just as pale and gave a sense on unwelcoming frost. Those arched brows and eyes of his... exactly what sort of seduction they'll exude in the heat of passion is something I can't so much as fathom. Although that face of his is exquisite, it doesn't leave you as take aback when you see him like Number Two's. Plus, compared to that blond boy's beauty and the black haired boy's purity, that iciness exuded by Number Eight doesn't fill one with intimidation, to the contrary, it provokes a immense desire to conquer him. That unsoiled appearance of his had a kind of sanctity about it, and most people in this world relished acts of desecration.
The continuous buzz of electricity soon sounded, causing Number Two's body to lightly shiver. He was scared. This reaction was also one Lennon savoured. It was simply a fact that in training sеx-slaves, those who are afraid of pain will oftentimes garner surprising results.
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
"...yes... I... I am a sеx-slave..." Even if I'm unwilling, there's no way I can resist.
The large bodied slaves under Lennon's control then stood at Number Two's side each, and held his slim body in place, allowing him to not move at all. As for Number Two, who was already aware of what would now happen to him, his body's trembling grew all the more obvious while his teeth unconsciously clamped into his lower lip. The long black electric rod was sandwiched between his his thighs, lightly pushing his pеnis upwards as it was pressed against his perineum, resulting in a small part of his buttocks also being touched. It was without a doubt an act that would make a person feel ashamed, but Number Two wasn't given time to so much as struggle before that rod released a tingling current that made him struggle and release continuous screams! After an unfathomable amount of time passed, his violently spasming legs could no longer hold him upright, collapsing. But, even like this, the cruel torture delivered by Lennon continued. He was held in place by both arms and both legs, while his thighs tightly clamped that rod in place.
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
Number Two has refined and elegant features, like a portrait. His hair is a dazzling blond and his eyes are a deep ocean blue. His figure is slim but held perfectly upright. All of him exudes an innate haughtiness, and if it was perfectly fine tuned, it will be a guaranteed hit with high paying clients who have a real penchant for subjugation. But that beauty of his wasn't simply reflected in his face and body on the surface alone, oh no no. Even though those features did account for the bulk of it, the arrogance which emanated from all of him, from his very core, is what made others feel absolutely intoxicated.
"Mngh-ah...aaahhh~!~~~~~"
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
Number Two has refined and elegant features, like a portrait. His hair is a dazzling blond and his eyes are a deep ocean blue. His figure is slim but held perfectly upright. All of him exudes an innate haughtiness, and if it was perfectly fine tuned, it will be a guaranteed hit with high paying clients who have a real penchant for subjugation. But that beauty of his wasn't simply reflected in his face and body on the surface alone, oh no no. Even though those features did account for the bulk of it, the arrogance which emanated from all of him, from his very core, is what made others feel absolutely intoxicated.
As a result, compared to the seven on the right who were already temporarily yielded to contort themselves into the ordered formation, the three on the left still stood perfectly upright.
Tsk, tsk, tsk... You will be a tough nut to crack indeed!
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
These three... they were possibly the rarest beauties in all of S-District's history. Their success being that each has their own unique advantages that will allow them a fair share in power.
Lennon thought all this to himself on the inside, but on the outside, the only thing on his face was a ruthless grin. "Arriving here, means not having such a strong sense of arrogance and self-respect. What point even is there for you to wear such a veil of pretentiousness when you are destined to be nothing else than being taken to someone's bed as a slave for sеx?" As he spoke, he slowly walked to place himself right in front of Number Two.
There was no doubt, facing such a huge level of stimulation, even if it was the youth's first time experiencing such pain, at the same time, he had also managed to come from that stimulation.
If Silver had realised from the onset that he had chosen to model the characters of an ordinary person from thee prideful Number Two and the even more persistent Number Five, which had made him appear less ordinary, who knows how strange he would've felt.
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
"Mngh-ah...aaahhh~!~~~~~"
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
"How was it, boy? How did it to come before so many eyes by an electric rod?" Lennon's frigid voice rang out in the room, and with it, Silver noticed the blond boy's shoulders tremble while his eyes squeezed tightly and his pale lips remained tightly shut. "Now then, if you want to continue experiencing such a feeling, tell me, I'm all ears. Will you choose to persist in this utterly pointless endeavour of trying to hold on to your self-respect, or will you fully accept the purpose you came here to achieve, even if it is one you in no shape or form had ever wanted?"
"So... do you properly understand what you are now?"
"...I... I chose to give up... I will comply with the... lesson..."
After the black-haired youth was placed in the same position as Number Two; Lennon, Number Two—who had regained his strength, the somewhat weak but still calm Number Five, along with the other seven people in that room all now turned there gazes to the only person left standing who was not supposed to be doing so. "What's your choice, then?"
As a result, compared to the seven on the right who were already temporarily yielded to contort themselves into the ordered formation, the three on the left still stood perfectly upright.
A Shocking Choice
"So... do you properly understand what you are now?"
As a result, compared to the seven on the right who were already temporarily yielded to contort themselves into the ordered formation, the three on the left still stood perfectly upright.
If Silver had realised from the onset that he had chosen to model the characters of an ordinary person from thee prideful Number Two and the even more persistent Number Five, which had made him appear less ordinary, who knows how strange he would've felt.
From beside the blond boy, another handsome youth looked on fixedly. After staring at Number Two's weakened body for a good while, he quickly flicked his gaze on Lennon. "According to what you said, if I choose to officially become a sеx-slave, I'd just have to accept the punishment. But if I refuse to choose, I'll have to endure pain from your rod until I'm forced to accept?"
It was a shock to see the blond-haired youth pained whimpers and struggling form, the tears and sweat which seductively slid down the smooth curves of his body, those knuckles that were gripped so tightly they were white, yet his skin was covered in a crimson flush that made his pale white lips stand out so much it was a clearly desperate sight. That fragile and sensitive place being targeted by the electric rod's crisp blue light constantly invading him shook terribly. Forcing him to try huddling his body into a ball sometimes, but also made him toss his head back in an arch while panting madly.
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
"...yes... I... I am a sеx-slave..." Even if I'm unwilling, there's no way I can resist.
Lennon's face revealed a light smile, and he ordered the two slaves at his command to part Number Two's legs and place his body in the correct posture. Although his act was not so different than the others, the worn out youth gave the pose a certain delicate and alluring charm that would prompt anyone seeing it to unable to help but feel pity. Even Lennon was caught off guard by this sight, thinking: Ones like him are just born to be sеx-slaves, so why would they place them in District-A even if District-S has more than enough to meet its need?
"...yes... I... I am a sеx-slave..." Even if I'm unwilling, there's no way I can resist.
Lennon's face revealed a light smile, and he ordered the two slaves at his command to part Number Two's legs and place his body in the correct posture. Although his act was not so different than the others, the worn out youth gave the pose a certain delicate and alluring charm that would prompt anyone seeing it to unable to help but feel pity. Even Lennon was caught off guard by this sight, thinking: Ones like him are just born to be sеx-slaves, so why would they place them in District-A even if District-S has more than enough to meet its need?
Lennon's face revealed a light smile, and he ordered the two slaves at his command to part Number Two's legs and place his body in the correct posture. Although his act was not so different than the others, the worn out youth gave the pose a certain delicate and alluring charm that would prompt anyone seeing it to unable to help but feel pity. Even Lennon was caught off guard by this sight, thinking: Ones like him are just born to be sеx-slaves, so why would they place them in District-A even if District-S has more than enough to meet its need?
Tsk, tsk, tsk... You will be a tough nut to crack indeed!
Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
N/A
The continuous buzz of electricity soon sounded, causing Number Two's body to lightly shiver. He was scared. This reaction was also one Lennon savoured. It was simply a fact that in training sеx-slaves, those who are afraid of pain will oftentimes garner surprising results.
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
From beside the blond boy, another handsome youth looked on fixedly. After staring at Number Two's weakened body for a good while, he quickly flicked his gaze on Lennon. "According to what you said, if I choose to officially become a sеx-slave, I'd just have to accept the punishment. But if I refuse to choose, I'll have to endure pain from your rod until I'm forced to accept?"
"Yes." Lennon grinned as he replied.
"Yes." Lennon grinned as he replied.
A Shocking Choice
Number Five, to this, nodded. "I don't have much of a choice now, do I? I'll choose the punishment."
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
Lennon pulled away the electric rod right as he shot his load, casting his downward facing gaze on the collapsed youth faintly trying to struggle to his feet. Because the simple truth was struggling weakly in the face of true strength would never be enough.
Tsk, tsk, tsk... You will be a tough nut to crack indeed!
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
There was no doubt, facing such a huge level of stimulation, even if it was the youth's first time experiencing such pain, at the same time, he had also managed to come from that stimulation.
N/A
Then there was Number Eight, this one was an incredibly unique specimen. Never in my life have I ever come across such pure silver hair in this world! It was simply gorgeous, a kind of beautiful quicksilver that can enchant a person's heart, while those eyes of his were just as pale and gave a sense on unwelcoming frost. Those arched brows and eyes of his... exactly what sort of seduction they'll exude in the heat of passion is something I can't so much as fathom. Although that face of his is exquisite, it doesn't leave you as take aback when you see him like Number Two's. Plus, compared to that blond boy's beauty and the black haired boy's purity, that iciness exuded by Number Eight doesn't fill one with intimidation, to the contrary, it provokes a immense desire to conquer him. That unsoiled appearance of his had a kind of sanctity about it, and most people in this world relished acts of desecration.
"...I... I chose to give up... I will comply with the... lesson..."
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
The large bodied slaves under Lennon's control then stood at Number Two's side each, and held his slim body in place, allowing him to not move at all. As for Number Two, who was already aware of what would now happen to him, his body's trembling grew all the more obvious while his teeth unconsciously clamped into his lower lip. The long black electric rod was sandwiched between his his thighs, lightly pushing his pеnis upwards as it was pressed against his perineum, resulting in a small part of his buttocks also being touched. It was without a doubt an act that would make a person feel ashamed, but Number Two wasn't given time to so much as struggle before that rod released a tingling current that made him struggle and release continuous screams! After an unfathomable amount of time passed, his violently spasming legs could no longer hold him upright, collapsing. But, even like this, the cruel torture delivered by Lennon continued. He was held in place by both arms and both legs, while his thighs tightly clamped that rod in place.
"...yes... I... I am a sеx-slave..." Even if I'm unwilling, there's no way I can resist.
Tsk, tsk, tsk... You will be a tough nut to crack indeed!
Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
After the black-haired youth was placed in the same position as Number Two; Lennon, Number Two—who had regained his strength, the somewhat weak but still calm Number Five, along with the other seven people in that room all now turned there gazes to the only person left standing who was not supposed to be doing so. "What's your choice, then?"
"...I... I chose to give up... I will comply with the... lesson..."
updates are going to be weird for a lil bit.
Number Two has refined and elegant features, like a portrait. His hair is a dazzling blond and his eyes are a deep ocean blue. His figure is slim but held perfectly upright. All of him exudes an innate haughtiness, and if it was perfectly fine tuned, it will be a guaranteed hit with high paying clients who have a real penchant for subjugation. But that beauty of his wasn't simply reflected in his face and body on the surface alone, oh no no. Even though those features did account for the bulk of it, the arrogance which emanated from all of him, from his very core, is what made others feel absolutely intoxicated.
"...I... I chose to give up... I will comply with the... lesson..."
updates are going to be weird for a lil bit.
Number Five, to this, nodded. "I don't have much of a choice now, do I? I'll choose the punishment."
At his response, Lennon nodded to himself, thinking it was just as he had expected. This straight-browed, smiling-eyed youth was tough to deal with. Even though he looked like someone afraid of pain and unwilling to put himself through a lot of suffering, and weighed the situation to toss aside his meaningless dignity to avoid a worse outcome, he still hadn't accepted that he was a sеx-slave in his heart, not even by a sliver.
Honestly, Silver was currently at a bit of a loss for what he should do. But apart from when he was crying out in pleasure, that face of his defaulted to its usual cold, blank expression, so to everyone looking at him, there was no way see his internal confusion from the look on his face. The ones he used as his models for "normal human behaviour" had already yielded, so for someone with zero shame like Silver, he would of course readily accept the proposition and nod as he replied, "I will accept the punishment." He did so in a tone that when compared to the black-haired youth's, was even more indifferent, making it seem like his paralysed face was incapable of expressions. It made even the black-haired boy shocked.
"...yes... I... I am a sеx-slave..." Even if I'm unwilling, there's no way I can resist.
Lennon's face revealed a light smile, and he ordered the two slaves at his command to part Number Two's legs and place his body in the correct posture. Although his act was not so different than the others, the worn out youth gave the pose a certain delicate and alluring charm that would prompt anyone seeing it to unable to help but feel pity. Even Lennon was caught off guard by this sight, thinking: Ones like him are just born to be sеx-slaves, so why would they place them in District-A even if District-S has more than enough to meet its need?
As a result, compared to the seven on the right who were already temporarily yielded to contort themselves into the ordered formation, the three on the left still stood perfectly upright.
Number Two was standing on the left side of the room, and earlier, Number Five was hiding in the shadows of the left side of the room just enough to make everyone know he was there but not enough for them to pay any attention to him. So, by the time Number Eight had entered, and due to his lack of social skills, he chose to also stand at this leftmost corner that was much more quiet than the right where people were chatting.
"How was it, boy? How did it to come before so many eyes by an electric rod?" Lennon's frigid voice rang out in the room, and with it, Silver noticed the blond boy's shoulders tremble while his eyes squeezed tightly and his pale lips remained tightly shut. "Now then, if you want to continue experiencing such a feeling, tell me, I'm all ears. Will you choose to persist in this utterly pointless endeavour of trying to hold on to your self-respect, or will you fully accept the purpose you came here to achieve, even if it is one you in no shape or form had ever wanted?"
But the event that would truly leave them all gobsmacked, well, that was still to come~
It wasn't just because of the order of the numbers on their collars, but also because of the positions in which they stood.
Why no more Ch update ?? 😭 i have been waiting
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