[Chosen, he says. Like he wasn't purchased for sex. Like he isn't another man's property. Like he's special, taken in by this man for some special purpose.
Kurt is thinking too much about it, isn't he? Corrigan is obviously talking about buying a product. An acquisition, a business transaction. He's weighed the pros and cons, considered any sunk cost, and is satisfied that his purchase of another human being is worth the risk. Kurt isn't too broken to own, to play with, to fuck.
If Kurt is to weigh the pros and cons for himself, at least Corrigan's touch feels better than Caesar's, or any of his johns. His hands are huge but gentle, his touch firm but kind, his fingertips slowly chasing goosebumps down the length of his spine. He can't know what horrors Corrigan will subject him to, can't know what his life will look like from now on—is he violent? is he Kurt's new pimp? will he sell him on, like some perverted asset flipper?—but at least in the moment, he's gentle and kind despite his stern warnings. Kurt closes his eyes, trembling, bizarrely feeling the fear and repulsion starting to drain away. The man is right, isn't he? Kurt does want this. He must.]
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Date: 2022-10-04 09:55 am (UTC)Kurt is thinking too much about it, isn't he? Corrigan is obviously talking about buying a product. An acquisition, a business transaction. He's weighed the pros and cons, considered any sunk cost, and is satisfied that his purchase of another human being is worth the risk. Kurt isn't too broken to own, to play with, to fuck.
If Kurt is to weigh the pros and cons for himself, at least Corrigan's touch feels better than Caesar's, or any of his johns. His hands are huge but gentle, his touch firm but kind, his fingertips slowly chasing goosebumps down the length of his spine. He can't know what horrors Corrigan will subject him to, can't know what his life will look like from now on—is he violent? is he Kurt's new pimp? will he sell him on, like some perverted asset flipper?—but at least in the moment, he's gentle and kind despite his stern warnings. Kurt closes his eyes, trembling, bizarrely feeling the fear and repulsion starting to drain away. The man is right, isn't he? Kurt does want this. He must.]
N-No, sir...