slutty dan heng

[lifeban]

[dan heng didn't mean for it to get this far.

he's been achingly lonely all along. it makes sense. he can't forge bonds without risking them being slain by his ever-hunting shadow. and yet he still craves contact, and his own hands can only do so much for him.

the first time it happened, it was when he was reformatting a small ship's data bank in exchange for a month or so of passage. in the first week, he found the glory hole hidden in the lesser used restroom, adjacent to a janitor's closet. on the eve of his last day aboard, he'd snapped from his own touchstarved loneliness and locked himself in that little closet. he'd shyly wiggled fingers through the hole when he heard someone on the other side, and, well. word got around fast and he'd almost missed disembarking on schedule, come still trickling down his thighs as he and his beat-up suitcase half-jogged down the gangway onto the dock.

he told himself it was a one-time thing, but that quickly proved untrue. when one travels as anonymously as possible as cheaply as possible, it isn't difficult to find places for illicit, anonymous sex, and he didn't manage to resist the next time he found one. rest stops, ships, space stations... he took what he could get. he took the time to perfect his cloudhymn, giving himself a passably human cunt, then worked out how to switch easily between that and a passably human cock. he tried things from the other side of the gloryhole. escalation after escalation, and still his main concern remained never seeing the faces of the people he fucked. if he never knew them at all, he would never have to add them to the body count living in the back of his mind.

and it has gone still further. this evening he's found himself staff at a masquerade of sorts. all manner of people have been invited to this luxurious, hedonistic retreat, offering anonymity to the elite in the form of masks that digitally glitch out the wearer's face with a touch of punklorde reality editing. he was in the right place at the right time with the right hungers and looks, so rather than being a waiter, he's here as entertainment.

hired on with his only terms being that he not be bound or have his face exposed, he's turned loose on the party utterly nude save for the glitching mask. being himself, he hangs near the fringes. it isn't long before someone or some more invite him to a shadowy little alcove, or make use of him right out in the open. whether or not he's found before that or somehow recognized, well... this evening he's given himself a dick and pussy both, so the results will be exciting no matter what.]