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Inbox: Golden Peacock
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Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.
Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.
Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.
Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.
I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.
I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.
both, depends on the atmosphere
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
neither
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
yes
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?
.05 TITS OR ASS
yes
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
both have their fine qualities
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
yes
Campaigner: ENFP-A
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[ Around Sylvain's neck, there's still the collar from their first day. Basch hasn't really made use of it, but it's laced with compulsion magic that has had three days to bond to its new wearer. ]
Go put on something sexy, then come back here so I can get you ready.
[ He watches, face placid but gaze curious, to see what Sylvain does with the new element of his being a pet. ]
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But that's because he has had several days now for the magic to continue sinking into him. Wrapping around his mind without him even realizing it's subtly affecting him. And it is, has been working on creeping through the careful walls of his will, like a vine spreading over the entire surface and making it's own cracks towards what is hidden inside. Places for his new master's "suggestions" to find more fertile ground without him realizing how he is starting to bend for them. How much he will start to crave them, in fact.
The words are phrased as a command and he feels himself rising without even thinking to question it. Basch has been careful, up till now, to keep the conversation light and open-ended, not offering anything that would influence that magic, but these words are different. For a moment, it's like his mind blanks out, none of the expected resistance or stubbornness rising to the surface.
Instead, Basch will get a glimpse of what his pet will be like when he does have him fully trained, sort of. He has a long way to work before he gets there, but the magic of the collar will make that task infinitely easier, with much less mess.
In fact, Sylvain doesn't even wonder at that command - or why he's obeying it almost eagerly - until he's standing in front of his closet, bewildered by what the hell Basch would consider sexy and wondering why the hell he cares? But his hands quickly sort through the options on display, discarding most of them immediately. He remembers what Basch had dressed him in that first night and despite the fact that he's uncomfortable with the thought of being on display like that again, he reaches for a hanger that shows something similar, grumbling under his breath as he tugs it free.
It's a mix of tight fabric, clingy mesh, and outright sheer fabric that leaves very little to the imagination. Covers just enough to be decent, in fact, and not an inch more. He shudders as he slips into it, a glance at his reflection showing just how revealing it is. he tells himself that shudder comes from dread of whatever is to come, but the fact that he's half-aroused with anticipation says otherwise.
Still very grumpy about his outfit - but also still not questioning that he'd agreed so willingly in the first place - he comes back out to the sitting room where Basch waits for him. Clearly very self-conscious about what he's currently wearing - or not wearing, as it were. And maybe a little eager to see if he'd pleased the other man with his choice.
Not that he's thinking about that. At all. ]
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And the stimulation will be tantalizing.
But this is training too, and so he selects an enchanted toy to fill him with, something to clench on, to feel constantly. And if Basch so wants to, he can use the attached charm to make it vibrate. Lastly, he'll put a ring on him, to collar him further, and to be clear Sylvain only comes for him. Some day, that won't need to be clarified. His pet will surrender, and it will be bliss.
He's laid his selections out and returned to a chair beside them when Sylvain returns. He raises a brow in appreciation. ]
Come here [ he purrs, holding his hands out. ] Oh, very good. You look absolutely tantalizing. I was not expecting the shortness of these. A preference of yours? No matter. All the better to show you off. Now -- let's finish getting you ready.
[ He reaches over for the chain first. ] What do you think of this?
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He's very much ignoring the flush spreading over his skin at the man's praise, determined to dismiss that as yet more shame and not a quiet pleasure at having pleased and satisfied the order he'd been given.
Instead, he busies himself eyeing the short chain suspiciously. ] Looks a little short to tie me back up. [ he really hopes that's not actually a leash, like the man had threatened... ]
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It is too short to tie you up, and I would use something softer. Unless you have a preference for chains. [ He raises a brow, but doesn't push further. ] No, it's for these.
[ He delicately tugs a nipple ring from behind the mesh, intentionally letting some of the warmth of his fingers skate over skin, and attaches the chain, letting some of the weight uncoil as he skims for the second. Slow, deliberate, a smile on his face as his eyes glance up to see Sylvain's reaction. ]
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Although it's much more difficult to ignore when fingers come to play with his sensitive nipple, the piercing that had been partially tucked away behind the mesh. The spaces are wide enough that the small hoop can be tugged out and he bites back a curse when Basch attaches the weighted chain to one end, making it tug and pull - not painful, but enough that it has a shudder slipping down his spine at the stimulation.
When the second one is clipped into place, a breathless whimper escapes him, despite his attempts to stifle that as well. His breath comes in soft, hitching pants for air, eyes dark as he tries to squirm away from those fingers, but it's too late. And the movement only has that chain swaying with the motion, tugging on both piercings as it shifts and sways.
Goddess. This is going to be torture. ]
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You are perfect [ he says warmly, before sliding a finger over the chain to tug just enough. ] And like this more than I imagined. Can't have you too wound up in public though, hmm? Undo your pants for me. And no, I won't be taking you now -- I won't until you beg me for it again.
[ He reaches to his table again, holding up the ring he's selected. It's nothing too flashy, but well made, a collar of its own sort. And a training device. He won't touch Sylvain -- not much, anyway -- without his permission, but Sylvain won't come until Basch allows it. ]
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[ He tries to sneer the words, but that’s rather less convincing when his body jolts at the tug to the chain. And his hands obey the order without him even thinking about it, because he’s too busy glaring at Basch and trying to squirm away again to wonder why he’s even obeying that order in the first place.
His pants undone - revealing nothing beneath them, in fact, and Basch has access to his cock. It’s not hard yet, although it had been stirring with interest at the torment to his nipples. He eyes that ring with uncertain suspicion. ]
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[ His gaze glances down and his gaze spreads at the choice to wear his pants bare. Mmmm. There's so much to work with with this one, and he will be even more of a joy when he's open to those interests. ]
Tell me if this hurts or causes any unpleasant pain today. [ Because that is not his goal. And then he takes Sylvain's cock in his hand, more procedural than anything, because he did promise not to touch without permission. But he suspects the warmth of it will be its own tease, and he works the ring up to the base. ]
I won't make you cum without you begging me, but you won't cum without my permission either. That's our arrangement.
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It's enough that he hisses softly when he feels the first brush of cool metal against sensitive skin and his eyes fly open again as he stares down at Basch working the ring down the length of his cock. The vein along the underside pulses against the sensation, making his body jolt again, and he bites back a whimper as the man settles it snugly at the base of his arousal. ]
What are you doing?
[ His mind accepts that final order without question - even if normally that would have gotten a lot of attention. But it's an order the man had given him last time, too, and it's almost as if his brain just accepts the repetition of it without question, as if to concede that of course that is how it would be.
Even if he doesn't remember making that arrangement in the first place. Ever. ]
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His own eyes darken, cock flaring semi-hard at the way Sylvain curses, entire body rocking toward Basch's touch. Truly, if there had been no attraction, he would never have pursued this further.
Even better that Sylvain hisses against the ring. He'll take it off, of course, when the other asks. ]
I've not intention of humiliating you while we're out, or giving anyone else any ideas of how pretty you are in the bedroom. You tell me when you want it off, and I'll bring you home and take care of you. Now, turn around. There's one more piece.
[ And gods if he doesn't look alluring flushed and curious and indignant and wanting. Basch doesn't quite push his luck, but he's tempted to cup that face, brush back that soft hair. ]
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Even if he was turning around without argument, too distracted by his outrage at those words to consider why he was still going along with those commands. ]
You don’t call this humiliating?!?!
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[ As he talks, he pulls the plug from the table, spreading lubricant on it before tugging down Sylvain's very short undergarment. He presses a finger to the other's opening, not particularly sexually, just enough to warn before he starts to work the tapered toy inside. ]
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Still, he doubts ‘respect’ is a thing he’s going to get around here, considering Basch bought him and that he’s basically a glorified pet now.
He might have said something else, his mind busy focused on that and not paying attention to how Basch had tugged his pants a little further down, since they were still loose from being unfastened when Basch had pulled his cock out.
What he’s not expecting is to feel the cool slickness of a finger pressing at his entrance a moment later, making his body arch with a hissed gasp as his hands scrabble for the back of the nearest chair to keep from toppling over face first in surprise. At least he’s blaming it on surprise, and not the way his body shudders in remembered pleasure of last time. Everything Basch had done to him.
Everything he’d ended up begging for.
Every inch of him flushes in shame at the memory, his cock jolting against the snug restraint of the ring again and drawing another strained hiss from his lips.
And then he feels Basch start to work something into him, something thick and cool and slicked, like his finger had been, but wider still. His eyes go wide as his breath catches, body clamping down instinctively to try and keep it out. ]
D-don’t…!
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And he can't help a grin when Sylvain's body responds favorably to his touch. Sylvain may not trust him or his own desires yet, but it's clear they're there. They just need some training. ]
Sorry, love, but its customary for where we're going. You won't even notice it once it's in.
Unless you find yourself interested in me, and, well, then you only have to ask.
[ There's a gentleness, though, as he responds to Sylvain's resistance. Works it very slowly, other hand going to Sylvain's hip to stroke the skin there with his thumb, dipping down around the hip bone. Walking to line of as little sexual stimulation as possible while still conjuring the memory of how blissful and needy the other had been the last time. ]
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His breathing is coming in rapid pants, eyes wide as he grips the back of the chair to stay upright, and his body shudders, realizing that the toy isn’t going anywhere unless someone takes it out.
Oddly enough, it doesn’t occur to him to try.
His cock, fully hard now after that stimulation, the touches and stretching, Basch’s fingers making his body so vividly recall the pleasure he’d been given last time. The ring is still tight and snug about the base and he’s even more aware of its presence now than he’d been when Basch first slipped it on. ]
I won’t!
[ he’d meant that to sound defiant, but it falls short, with how strained and breathless his voice comes out as. ]
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And gripping that chair makes Basch's imagination twist with fantasies of fucking him standing, or bent over the furniture. He doesn't bother trying to suppress his attraction. He'll let Sylvain see, let him think about it. ]
Then I won't take care of you tonight. As I said, it's entirely your choice.
[ He says it disinterestedly, but he lets his hand scoot lower, tracing his finger once along Sylvain's hardened cock, making sure they both know the effect this is having. And leans close enough, just for a moment, for Sylvain to feel the hardness of his own. ]
Do you want to put that away, or do you want me to do it?
[ Some part of him wonders if Sylvain would give in right here, if Basch stroked him a few more times, what with how breathless he already is. ]
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That flush is back, deeper this time, his skin feeling hot and prickly as he jerks away from Basch, almost tripping in his haste to get away from him. He scrambles to yank his pants up and closed again, glaring all the while. As if that will be enough to hide the evidence of what just happened.
It’s not. This outfit was specifically designed to hide nothing. Especially not how hard his cock was right now. Or the way it shifted the toy within him as he moved, making him hiss like an irate cat, as that flush continues to spread, a surge of shame mixed with arousal making him dizzy. ]
Get your hands off me!
[ There. That sounded slightly more convincing. (It didn’t, actually) And he’s still doing his damndest to ignore the way his skin itched for those hands to come back, to touch him again, to bring back that pleasure he’d so hastily yanked himself away from. ]
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I promise I'm quite finished.
[ Even if his eyes are drinking in how aroused and flushed Sylvain is, how beautiful every inch of him is in this outfit he's chosen. Oh, this will be a tease for Basch too, dreaming of playing with that outfit, or getting it off of him. Of all the wanting stares Sylvain is going to get, and the jealous looks thrown Basch's way.
How much of the night will Sylvain spend hard, he wonders, the thought only stoking his own erection, though one that isn't nearly as noticeable. ]
Shall we practice walking here first? It seems like it might be a bit of a challenge.
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[ There’s a definite derisive scoff to his tone as he continues to glare at the other man. ]
I’ve been doing it since I was a toddler.
[ It hasn’t occurred to him that the toy currently lodged in his ass might affect that. Far more than he realizes. ]
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Well, by all means then, let's depart.
[ He rises, holding the door open, offering Sylvain the cock of an eyebrow with his smile.
He suspects getting downstairs will take a few minutes. ]
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He can do this.
He makes it down one whole stair step before changing his mind.
His teeth gritted beneath a clenched jaw as he shudders, body clenching tight as the toy shifts within him at the movement, he glares at Basch. ]
I can’t walk with this thing, you need to take it out.
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He laughs again, delighted at how sensitive the other is. ]
They told me you were stubborn, but you're giving up already? I thought you wanted to go outside.
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I didn’t ask for your additions. You fucking try and walk around with one of these things!
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