Thread: Break the Cycle: REJECT STYLE [BAB+Soubi]

South Korea, 2053. An alternate future in which women have come to dominate the planet, with the male gender perilously overwhelmed. As their numbers dwindle, they become rare valuables, and kept much like exotic animals. They also provide sexual entertainment to the women all across the planet, though, not all of them are quite so gifted in producing riveting pornographic media. There are two such males who are unlucky enough to fall into the reject category from their lab. They are given one last attempt to show they have what it takes to reach porn idol stardom. BAB's Character Jinki Male 2222 ------------------------------------------------ Jinki went to sit down in a large antique inspired armchair, but found himself quickly standing back up again. Alarm had risen when he'd felt the arm of the chair being more intimate with his backside than hed like it to be. His face colored lightly from the intrusion to uncharted territory, blushing lightly for his own clumsiness even though no one had been present to view it well, there were the cameras, but Jinki didn't even pass a thought for those any more after living under nearly 247 surveillance. When he went to sit down the second time, he turned his head to make sure his butt came into contact properly with the cushion. He sat back and tentatively arranged his arms lightly on the rests, before putting them onto his lap, only to move them back to the armrests once more. He then went to fold one leg over the other, only to halt mid movement. He dropped his foot heavily back to the floor and sagged deep into the chair, sighing heavily in the defeat by his nerves. He was fidgeting restlessly, and he knew it. Jinki wasn't one to fidget normally, but normally he wasn't so hyped up with anxiety either. He was just so worried about making a good first impression. He was worried about it because he didn't think there would ever be any time in his life where first impressions mattered more. He just needed this first day to go right, just to not screw things up for once, was that really too much to ask for? Probably. Jinki sighed again and sank down further, until his head was lower than the arms that were now hanging limply at the elbows over the chair's arms. He wished that he could just take up residence in the seat cushion and not come out, though, judging by the cleanliness of this place, there probably wasn't a single crumb to live off of under the cushion. He knew things were going to go wrong, he was Jinki after all. Male 2222, the defunct master. The reject. He slid his arms up and brought his hands to cover his face, unintentionally poking himself in the eye a bit with one of his fingers. How was he supposed to have any faith in himself to get things right when no one else did? Even the female who had allowed him to plead for one last effort hadn't seemed like it would do any good. Jinki suspected that she just had a soft spot for the pathetic ones like him. She probably felt a little bad that their creation hadn't turned out the way they'd planned. Jinki had one major flaw that had probably been the cause of his other issues and tendencies which had brought him to this last leg of desperation he didn't produce pheromones. The geneticists had been confounded. Jinki came from marvelous stock, top quality porn idols had been his DNA donors. He was masculine and yet cute. He was supple and full in all the right places, just as he was defined and strong in all the correct areas as well. He was generously well endowed, perhaps overly so - even for a porn idol - for his height. He could last longer than any male of his birth year, and was just four minutes shy of the record which hadn't been broken in eight years. He also boasted a high IQ, and a voice velvety enough to lull even the most wild beast of a master into calm. What was more, he was naturally homosexual, unlike the majority of their males who were conditioned for it. Looking at the charts, Jinki was perfect, but seeing the real thing in person never did match up. When Jinki had reached puberty and had not been releasing pheromones in overpowering waves, there had been quite a bit of alarm. It did happen, albeit very infrequently, that some of the males did not emit the lusty scent programmed into their genes at quite the intensity that was desired. They were typically cast aside quite early on, because they did not possess a sexual drive. Though Jinki, who could sustain a lasting erection and was quite willing to interact, and yet not produce the smallest whiff of seductive pheromones - it was unheard of. Baffled, the scientists had run tests on him for the better part of a year, but upon finding nothing technically wrong with the male, they could not bring themselves to throw away the outcome of so much hard work and such outstanding genetics. So, they had kept 2222 in training, hoping that they could find a way around his flaw, teach him to work around it. They designated him to be a master, that way he would have a naturally more submissive male partnered to him, one who was conditioned to listen to orders rather than their own impulses. They found out quite quickly that their decision might not have been for the best, because Jinki became the laughing stock of his fellow idol trainees. He had been a year older than all the others, held back from his training by the tests and in hopes that his pheromones would eventually go into production naturally. Once a year had passed though, they had fairly given up on the prospect that his system would correct itself, and sent him away from the much more solitary lifestyle and back to the trainee compound. He was eaten up, it was probably something like watching a group of wolves descend on their weakest member, the way they never let up and how Jinki never fought back. It was partially the fault of his caretakers, who had guiltily admitted to doting on him. He had been an usual male, as they had quite enjoyed caring after the intelligent and sweet teen who always had sunny smiles for them. But getting rid of the responsible females didn't erase his gentle disposition, or how Jinki didn't know how to fight for his place. The pets certainly had a heirarchy of their own, but the masters were much more defined in the way they drew clear lines of who stood where. It was of no question that Jinki was at the bottom, which became a place of permanency once some training pets were brought in. Jinki had been nervous and excited, for once he'd been looking forward to a training session. The idea of meeting new faces and feeling the bodies of the nearly elastic pets had him eager beyond anything he'd ever felt before. He was just barely able to contain his enthusiasm when the pets were finally brought in, making him too excited to care about how the room suddenly seemed nearly humid with the excessive pheromones radiating from his fellow trainees. Jinki thought he might cream himself in his spandex when they paired him with a particularly attractive male. It wasn't until they were engaging in the lesson did Jinki realize something was wrong. The training pet wouldn't get hard. Jinki stroked and feathered and teased with his fingers in every method he knew how. Nothing. He went outside of the lesson and tried to pleasure the male orally. Still nothing. Jinki began to panic, and went so far as to ask the pet what he wanted. The pet replied, and the words would never leave Jinki. Its because you're not excited. You make me feel ashamed that I'm not enough to arouse you. Jinki wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to shove his achingly hard cock into the pet's face, ask him how that wasn't excited. He wanted to throw the nearest object he could get his hands on. He wanted to hug the male and tell him soothing kind words. He wanted to have the same done to him. He wanted to disappear. But he didn't, he didn't do any of those things. Instead, he just apologized. Softly, quietly, just a simple I'm sorry. Even though he was supposed to be a master, even though he wasn't to be to blame, he couldn't selfishly make the other male feel inadequate for longer than he already had. He couldn't make the pet feel worse, not when he already know how much it hurt to not be good enough. Jinki had been numb the rest of that day, the insults and jeers from the other young masters falling of almost deaf ears, almost deaf. For the first time, instead of mentally fighting away those cruel words, he agreed with them. Jinki wasn't one to be emotional, he wasn't one to show tears, but when he went back to his own bed that night, he cried. He shoved his face into his pillow to muffle his sobs as they threatened to draw the attention of the others sleeping near him. He cried all night, to the point where his tears wouldn't come any more. And they didn't. Jinki never cried again, what was the point when it didn't change anything? No matter what the outcome of today, Jinki knew he wouldnt cry here either. Well, maybe hed allow himself to cry a little bit when they dumped him into a breeder colony. Hed allow himself that he supposed. For now though, he needed to try and collect his nerves so that he could take this chance for the opportunity that it was, to turn his life around. The other male, his, his. . .oh fuck, he really couldnt bring himself to call the man his you-know-what yet - the other wouldnt know what Jinkis dysfunctionality was. Jinki himself knew nothing about the male coming to meet and supposedly bond with him. He didnt know what the other looked like, he didnt know if the other had been bonded already or not, he didnt even know the others number. This was a clean slate, for the both of them, and Jinki was willing to accept whatever he was given, because he hoped to high hell that he could find a way to get the other male to accept him. He would just. . . neglect mentioning a few important details about himself until after they had bonded oh god oh god oh god, just thinking about it make his dick tingle. Jinki could allow himself a bit of confidence this go around, because the female who had advocated for him to be given this chance had slipped him a little something in well wishes synthetic pheromones. Jinki ran a hand over the quarter-sized liquid filled jelly, which he had rather deceptively taped to the back of his neck where his hair would cover it easily. All he need to do was squeeze the little jelly at the right time, and it would release the liquid which would supposedly evaporate and disperse into the air immediately - or so hed been told. The only trick was not letting the other male know it wasnt merely his own pheromones, though he theoretically should have the skills enough to distract. Theoretically. Actually applying his skills was always rather difficult for Jinki. He was trying not to think about all the ways that this could go wrong when he heard the lock on the dorms door deactivate. Jinkis body immediately flew out of the chair, promptly throwing him forward. In his alarm, he had put too much into his movement, and had to half jump, half slide over the top of the small coffee table in front of him. It was a rather graceful action until he somehow managed to twist his foot awkwardly so it caught on the table, thus landing him on the - luckily carpeted - floor face down. The door was just opening as he shot up in flash, hands dashing across his exterior to make sure nothing was horribly mangled, and that his black vest and shorts were still on properly. He was standing stock still, posture perfectly upright as though he were a militant at attention, and was just beginning to throw on a smile when the sight of the other male made it falter. Instead of a cheery welcoming expression, Jinki was rendered speechless and dumb, because he had just realized that he was going to lose his virginity with this man. Jinki stood, and stared, and from time to time remembered to breathe. He otherwise forgot everything else, he even forgot how to blink, not that he wanted to, because his eyes couldnt seem to get enough of the other male. Jinki knew that there were more beautiful men out there, but somehow, they all paled in comparison at that moment. He faintly registered that the female who had ushered the male into the dorm what was to be their trial dorm was speaking to him, and managed to procure a nod. Apparently that was enough, because after that the dorms door shut and locked, and suddenly it was only the two of them. Jinki swallowed a lump in his throat that felt like his stomach. For what seemed to be a much longer period of time than the short two minutes that it was, Jinki watched as the other male looked about the room. There was a tangible awkwardness, though being the awkward soul that he was, Jinki didnt notice it until the other male gave him a pointed look before turning his eyes away again. Jinki swallowed another lump that was probably his heart. Uhm. . . his voice sort of cracked, and it was beyond embarrassing. He lowered his face so that his bangs could cover his blush, and took a deep breath to compose himself before looking back up again. He brought up a smile as he raised his head, and tried to look the other in the eye, but found it too difficult and instead stared somewhere around his forehead. Im glad you came. He smiled, then realized what hed said made no sense. I mean, uh, it was just taking a while, and I was kind of worried. He saw something flicker across the others features, something kind of like annoyance. N-not that youre late or anything. I was just early, though I guess thats not really my doing either since I couldnt bring myself here. Gotta be escorted and all that. In the back of his mind, Jinki knew he was being unusual, his training screamed at him for being so easygoing, because he wasnt at all doing the first thing a master ought to define his leadership. It was just so hard to do when the males gaze felt like it was trying to bore into his brain. So, instead of talking more, he just stopped, and put more energy into his smile. He knew he had a nice smile, it was sure to work. He hoped it would work. Nisse, wanna help with the title for this rp? pls?