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Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: AU, distopian? Social class struggles, Human trafficking
Note: This dark ficlet spawned from a drabble game with umitsubame we had to use the words playground, slaphappy, bespelled.
The first time I saw him, I sat with my face pressed against the glass, watching him. His slumbering breathes were soothing; it reassured me that what I had gotten myself into wasn’t as dangerous as everyone told me. A naïve delusion.
The door of my cage clinked open, I treasured the daily “freedom” when all us fondlings were allowed to intermingle in the predetermined confines of the “playground.". I found Masaki easily, he was waiting impatiently outside my door and prepared to follow me around. Even if I tried I wouldn’t be able to not smile around him. At first I pitied him, I thought he didn’t know any better when his handler showed off his abilities in front of all the rest, but maybe he gave into the pleasure to keep shame at bay.
“Ready Sho?” he looked at our makeshift finish line then back at me and back at the line, bouncing on his heels.
“I’m ready! Go!” We bounded down the white marble, there’s not much to do here and running with a purpose is better than aimlessly moving or not exerting yourself at all. My legs burned as I reached the goal, but Masaki beat me, he always did.
“Don’t worry Sho” I watched his bare chest heave up and down, “You’ll win next time.” I never did.
We drank from our water trays and then relaxed in the cuddly toy section. Masaki rested his head on my lap and I felt so wondrously slaphappy. The handlers hadn’t visited in what felt like weeks. Maybe the law had finally changed, though it would make my purpose here meaningless , I would take any excuse to get out of here here as long as I could take him with.
“Sho chan.” I glanced down at him, he was playing with the drawstring of his pants. “What’s it like outside?”
This again. it was so difficult to explain the simplest things such as trees or grass, sure I had drawn him pictures (with the bits of chalk we were given occasionally as a reward), but drawing was never my strong point. I tried to explain something we’d been over before,
“Sometimes there is a breeze,” I picked up his hand and blew on it “And sometimes it rains,” I licked his hand to demonstrate and felt him squirm.
“Sho chan..” Whatever he was going to say drowned out by the unmistakable blaring of the keeper’s horn. All the fondlings lined up immediately. Exercise time was over.
I went back to my glass room, looking to my right I could see Masaki walking to the back corner at the same brisk pace that I was. He reached it first sat on a pile of rags and blew hot air onto the glass. His fingers moved in quick practiced strokes I smiled as I read the word “hi.” What new word would I teach him today. I pondered while he puffed out another cloud of steam and drew a heart.
Bedazzled by the action, I stopped mid though to touch my hand to the glass just as he was about to do the same the handler’s bell sounded in my room. I was to be used tonight.
As always comments are appreciated but not necessary <3
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Genre: AU, distopian? Social class struggles, Human trafficking
Note: This dark ficlet spawned from a drabble game with umitsubame we had to use the words playground, slaphappy, bespelled.
The first time I saw him, I sat with my face pressed against the glass, watching him. His slumbering breathes were soothing; it reassured me that what I had gotten myself into wasn’t as dangerous as everyone told me. A naïve delusion.
The door of my cage clinked open, I treasured the daily “freedom” when all us fondlings were allowed to intermingle in the predetermined confines of the “playground.". I found Masaki easily, he was waiting impatiently outside my door and prepared to follow me around. Even if I tried I wouldn’t be able to not smile around him. At first I pitied him, I thought he didn’t know any better when his handler showed off his abilities in front of all the rest, but maybe he gave into the pleasure to keep shame at bay.
“Ready Sho?” he looked at our makeshift finish line then back at me and back at the line, bouncing on his heels.
“I’m ready! Go!” We bounded down the white marble, there’s not much to do here and running with a purpose is better than aimlessly moving or not exerting yourself at all. My legs burned as I reached the goal, but Masaki beat me, he always did.
“Don’t worry Sho” I watched his bare chest heave up and down, “You’ll win next time.” I never did.
We drank from our water trays and then relaxed in the cuddly toy section. Masaki rested his head on my lap and I felt so wondrously slaphappy. The handlers hadn’t visited in what felt like weeks. Maybe the law had finally changed, though it would make my purpose here meaningless , I would take any excuse to get out of here here as long as I could take him with.
“Sho chan.” I glanced down at him, he was playing with the drawstring of his pants. “What’s it like outside?”
This again. it was so difficult to explain the simplest things such as trees or grass, sure I had drawn him pictures (with the bits of chalk we were given occasionally as a reward), but drawing was never my strong point. I tried to explain something we’d been over before,
“Sometimes there is a breeze,” I picked up his hand and blew on it “And sometimes it rains,” I licked his hand to demonstrate and felt him squirm.
“Sho chan..” Whatever he was going to say drowned out by the unmistakable blaring of the keeper’s horn. All the fondlings lined up immediately. Exercise time was over.
I went back to my glass room, looking to my right I could see Masaki walking to the back corner at the same brisk pace that I was. He reached it first sat on a pile of rags and blew hot air onto the glass. His fingers moved in quick practiced strokes I smiled as I read the word “hi.” What new word would I teach him today. I pondered while he puffed out another cloud of steam and drew a heart.
Bedazzled by the action, I stopped mid though to touch my hand to the glass just as he was about to do the same the handler’s bell sounded in my room. I was to be used tonight.
As always comments are appreciated but not necessary <3