[Well, getting hit that hard did have the benefit of getting his mouth off of the Master. His eyes water at the pain, though, and he quickly moves his hand away.]

...yes.

[The Master didn't specify for him to go back to it, though, and he's not about to do it without a direct order. He'll just be busy trying not to cry, that's all.]

*He sees the tears in Handy's eyes and frowns. He may be insane, but this is still a version of his only friend.* If you want, I can make you unaware of what's really going on here. Would you like that better? I could make you think you're happy this way.

This is rape. Changing what I'm aware of won't change that - you need to stop this. Master, please!

[The thought of happily going at it, believing he wants this, is terrifying. But in a way, it might be easier on him - though of course what he really wants is for the Master to stop what he's doing altogether.]

I know, alright? I know what it is, but I need it.

I'm so sorry.

*And he reaches out, editing the other man's brain. Not much, not even changing what he knows--just removing any negative feelings about it. Turning rape into something that matters no more than . . . than getting a candy in a flavor that isn't quite your favorite, perhaps. He won't remove the intellectual horror, that would be more like rape than any sex, but the emotional horror is gone. It's an interesting experience now, that's all.*

You don't - no! Please!

[The horror drains out of his face and he just stares at the Master, brow furrowing. Then his expression turns into a pout, looking suddenly like a child who'd been told to clean his room, rather than a man being raped by someone he had almost thought of as a friend.]

Do I have to?

*Oh good, it worked. The Master smiles happily.* I'll make it up to you, promise. If you let me take you in the ass I'll buy you ice cream, how about that?

[He sighs. A little voice in the back of his mind tells him that he should resist at all costs, but he can't make out why that is. It's just a bit tedious having to take the Master in both front and back, is all. Ice cream could make it all worthwhile, though.]

Allriiiight. Did you want me to finish up this way first?

Yes, please. It won't take long.

[He snorts.] 'Course it won't.

[And down he goes again, applying the same skill and enthusiasm he did unwillingly the last time, now without the hurt look or the fear in his eyes. When he reaches up to take hold of the Master's balls, this time it's to caress them as he hollows his cheeks around his Master, trying to get him to finish quickly.]

*And it's hot long before Handy's mouth fills with warm fluid.*

Mmm, thank you.

Now spead your legs, okay?

[He drinks it down readily, lips sealed around the Master as he milks him for all of it, only letting go when the Master is done.]

Ice cream after this? [As he turns around and spreads them, presenting himself.]

Promise. *He will, too. He's going to be famished by the time this is over.

*The Master enters him harshly, but soon becomes gentle.* Ooh, you're nice and tight. Are you a virgin?

[He hisses and has to force himself to unclench. When the Master eases up, though, he's able to simply let it happen, even if it does burn a little.

He rolls his eyes at the silly question.]

I was, yeah.

[That little voice in his mind is screaming now, but Handy can't hear it.]

Thought so. *The thrusting is agonizingly slow now.* You're really good, I'm proud of you. Mmm . . . ah. Ooh yes that is good you are so good!

*And he explodes with orgasm.* I hope you stay tight for a while yet, dear, that was excellent.

Ice cream?