[ He has no idea what the large building at the end of the street is, but as they get closer, it becomes pretty obvious that it’s a large gathering place of some sort. He can hear deep music even out here on the street and as he’s ushered inside…
He realizes that all those leashed “pets” they’d seen out on the street were tame compared to what was happening in here. In fact, if anything, Sylvain was now overdressed, which was just wrong on so many levels, especially since he’s certain he’d never worn so little out in public. While no one here was outright naked - at least not that he’d spotted yet - it was a near thing in some cases.
And the place had already descended into full-out debauchery before they’d even arrived. Or maybe the debauchery just always happened here, what did he know? His wide gaze drinks in the sight with a sense of stunned shock, taking in the scantily-clad dancers moving erotically on various stages, the pets at their master’s feet or on their laps - or quite a few kneeling between their legs, their hands or mouths quite obviously occupied. He even catches a few in the midst of sex, pets riding cocks or pinned against the nearest surface as they were fucked with abandon.
None of them seemed to object to it. All of them, in fact, looked as lost in the pleasure of it as those holding their leashes.
He could feel a stain of red creeping along his skin and he tries to avert his gaze… but there’s nowhere safe to avert it to. Every direction just seems to have a new level of scandalous debauchery happening.
He swallows thickly, telling himself he’s uncomfortable with this and ignoring the fact that his body remembers being touched like that, filled like that, and something in him is already stirring again at the memory. Cock twitching against the gripping restraint of the band around it, but still trying to thicken and harden more all the same.
Basch’s offer gets a new level of glare at the very suggestion, even if his fingers are twitching at his side, this entire place making him restless for reasons he doesn’t understand - beyond the obvious, or so he thinks. Certainly not that his blood is starting to heat, to react, to crave. ]
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Date: 2024-10-02 03:21 am (UTC)He realizes that all those leashed “pets” they’d seen out on the street were tame compared to what was happening in here. In fact, if anything, Sylvain was now overdressed, which was just wrong on so many levels, especially since he’s certain he’d never worn so little out in public. While no one here was outright naked - at least not that he’d spotted yet - it was a near thing in some cases.
And the place had already descended into full-out debauchery before they’d even arrived. Or maybe the debauchery just always happened here, what did he know? His wide gaze drinks in the sight with a sense of stunned shock, taking in the scantily-clad dancers moving erotically on various stages, the pets at their master’s feet or on their laps - or quite a few kneeling between their legs, their hands or mouths quite obviously occupied. He even catches a few in the midst of sex, pets riding cocks or pinned against the nearest surface as they were fucked with abandon.
None of them seemed to object to it. All of them, in fact, looked as lost in the pleasure of it as those holding their leashes.
He could feel a stain of red creeping along his skin and he tries to avert his gaze… but there’s nowhere safe to avert it to. Every direction just seems to have a new level of scandalous debauchery happening.
He swallows thickly, telling himself he’s uncomfortable with this and ignoring the fact that his body remembers being touched like that, filled like that, and something in him is already stirring again at the memory. Cock twitching against the gripping restraint of the band around it, but still trying to thicken and harden more all the same.
Basch’s offer gets a new level of glare at the very suggestion, even if his fingers are twitching at his side, this entire place making him restless for reasons he doesn’t understand - beyond the obvious, or so he thinks. Certainly not that his blood is starting to heat, to react, to crave. ]
No! [ is his vehement objection instead. ]