Anel's teeth bit down hard upon the rubber ball within his mouth in a vain attempt to halt the low groans of pain that passed between his lips as the finger pressed in and out of his body, shaking his head weakly and continuing to jerk his hips as much as possible. The physical pain was more just an uncomfortable sting due to the oil; it was the internal pain that hurt the most, and in a manner not at all pleasant. This wasn't supposed to happen! The Teahouse was supposed to be safe; well-known and respected even among high social circles! How could this happen at the start of the day? Was no one walking past his room?<br/><br/>A low groan passed between his full lips as the second finger pressed inwards, his features twisting in pain at the forced intrusion, it drawing into sharp focus just how hopeless his situation was and a small sob passed between the boy's lips at the taunting comment. Money. Of course money would make this smooth over. Ryan couldn't turn down an offer made by Gareth; the man would simply increase it until the Master was made happy. Anel knew that Ryan did seem to care and value the whores in his House... But he also knew well that everyone had their price. He felt (ironically) so very cheap as the fingers thrust inside his body; though he spoke boldly about his virginity and its value, he truly did wish to keep it for as long as possible, and in a mere instant it had all been wiped away by what he thought to be a trusted client...<br/><br/>All the same, as those fingers curled upward and focused upon the hidden bundle of nerves, the blonde's body tensed for a moment, muscles clamping upon the digits. He moaned loudly in automatic pleasure at the deep stimulation and his cheeks stained a dark red of humiliation as his body responded positively to the assault, suddenly hating his instincts to seek out pleasure.<br/><br/>He didn't want this.<br/>But it felt... A little good...<br/>He didn't want it!<br/>There was nothing he could do...