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@philancer
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My Self-Summary

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.

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

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.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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[bardische]

[ Basch's cock stirs, eyes dark with wanting approval as Sylvain's whole form reacts, the other man clearly fighting his attraction and need. Tonight will be even more incredible, he wagers, when Sylvain finally gives in.

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. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s a moment away from bucking into that hand, chasing that heated friction, before those words sink in. Bring his focus back to reality. What is happening here, what Basch has been doing. What he’s let him do.

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. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch holds his hands up in faux truce, grinning as he does. ]

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.

[philancer]

I don’t need to practice walking.

[ 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. ]

[bardische]

[ He can't help the warm laugh that bubbles up in his throat. ]

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. ]

[philancer]

[ Sylvain gets all of three steps before he realizes how much of a problem this is actually going to be. His steps falter, slow, but that smirk on the man’s lips has his stubborn defiance rearing its head once more.

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.

[bardische]

[ Basch is entirely enraptured watching him, even if he trails behind to give Sylvain some space.

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.

[philancer]

[ He sincerely contemplates, for five whole seconds, planting his fist in the man’s face. Or maybe his crotch, considering he’s still a stair above him and laughing at him. Not that he thinks that would end well for him. But he’s tempted anyway. ]

I didn’t ask for your additions. You fucking try and walk around with one of these things!

[bardische]

I have [ he shrugs, the image of disinterest, but his focus is keenly on Sylvain. ] You figure it out. Or, I did. I thought you'd be a quicker study than me.

[philancer]

[ That… is enough to shock him into silence. At least for a moment.

Then he’s back to gritting his teeth again as that stubbornness he’s so known for rises up again and he turns back and focuses on getting down the stairs.

Basch continues to be correct. It takes him several minutes. And he’s flushed from a mixture of arousal, shame, and anger by the time he reaches the bottom. ]

[bardische]

[ The shock on his face is downright adorable. And Basch is not upset to give Sylvain that image of him, needy and filled.

And then, true to his reputation, the other silently fights his way down the stairs. Basch follows a few behind, partially not to crowd and partially for the excellent view. ]

There you are. Improving already [ he says cheerily, clapping the other man on the shoulder as he goes past down the hall, not missing how flushed and still aroused the other is. Not that his own has gone down much; Sylvain's too delectable like this. ]

[philancer]

[ He’s doing his damn best not to spare even a moment on that mental image, nope.

His fingers curled into fists, he stands there and tries to calm his breathing, tries to will his erection back down but his body isn’t listening to him. Again.

Basch’s words get an angry, wordless growl from him, a sideways glare following him down the hall. He stays there a moment, as if to stubbornly avoid the other man, but Basch had been right, he did want to go out. Needed to see anywhere outside those four walls he’d ben staring at for days now.

So he turns to follow him silently - albeit reluctantly.

The toy doesn’t make it any easier. Not even a single step. ]

[bardische]

[ If things go well, Basch will have a similar growl with his cock down Sylvain's throat later tonight. And if not, then soon.

He doesn't look back, but grins when he hears footsteps. He only stops when he reaches the door, holding it open for Sylvain. It's dusk outside, with a sea breeze in the air. Foot traffic is still heavy. ]

Stay close enough I can protect you if necessary [ he orders cheerily. ] Otherwise, you are free to wander.

[ Not that he thinks the other will be too keen to go quickly, what with that chain and plug. ]

We can do this regularly, you know.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s still glaring as he scoots past him, fleeing to the outside. What he’d been trying to do for days now. Except he doesn’t find what he expected. Not that he’d really known what to expect - he didn’t even know where he was, after all, except a long way from his home territory.

But spotting the port town, with vibrant buildings rising up around him. And the streets full. People dressed as Basch was, walking around freely.

And just as many, dressed as he was, following closely at their heels. No, following at the end of their leashes, he realized in growing horror. His mouth dropped open as wide eyes darted around, taking in everything around him. And already becoming aware of the curious - and hungry - gazes turning in his direction. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch dwindles his pace, attention on Sylvain. And a small smirk is back, watching the other's mouth fall open, eyes wide. Good boy. ]

I told you my intention was not to humiliate you.

[ And it wasn't. Nor was it to keep him entirely leashed, literally or otherwise. The fact was, Sylvain was going to end up on the market here -- if he wasn't killed first. Being in Basch's hands was absolutely the safest place for him. That they had chemistry was not Basch's fault. ]

You're unbound, so keep close enough I can defend you from unwanted advances. You are pretty enough people will try.

[ He starts walking again, relaxed but aware of their surroundings. No one is going to touch Sylvain on his watch, even if he acts calm. ]

Hungry? The street food is quite good, and there is no limit to my purse if there's something you desire.

[philancer]

[ He doesn't believe that first statement for an instant. Instead, he just modifies his understanding that apparently such humiliation was far more common here than it should be.

His eyes remain wide, a hint of shock in his expression as he unconsciously stays pressed close to the only familiar person in this strange place. He would hardly claim Basch was ‘safe’ by any stretch of the imagination - in his current thinking, anyway - but he was the only known in a much larger unknown than he realized he’d be facing when he stepped outside.

He thought he’d find a chance to escape, to flee, or better yet to turn the tables and maybe coax support or a rescue of some sort. Not… this. Not the realization that there would be no rescue, no help to be found outside those walls. The understanding that what Basch had brought him to was not only common, but expected.

And as he grew more and more aware of the hungry gazes watching his movements, taking note of the lack of a leash connecting him to Basch’s hand like every other pair they passed, he became more and more aware of the fact that insisting on coming out might have placed him in far more danger. Especially when some pause their movements, or even look as if they intend to follow, or approach.

His flinch has him running into Basch’s back, not realizing his pace had slowed as they passed a few street carts. ]

Try what?!

[ he intends that to sound more angry than it does, since his voice just sounds uneasy. He glares at someone nearby he stop to ogle him with an assessing gaze that makes his skin crawl. There’s a cold, cruel light in his gaze that Sylvain recognizes all too well and his breath catches, fingers curling into fists at his side. What he wears currently hides very little from that hungry gaze and he feels goosebumps shiver over his skin in dread. ]

[bardische]

[ Entirely common here. That was part of the plan, in the end. Being Basch's would spoil Sylvain for any of the political needs placed on his shoulders, and hopefully keep him hidden from political enemies. But he wasn't ready to reveal that piece.

It did, however, make Sylvain fairly anonymous here, and that he would remind the other over and over. He did not need to watch his back, at least not when it was clear who he belonged to.

Which, he thinks, they're making a step toward, but the way Sylvain doesn't even try to stray too far. Maybe not safe haven yet, but Basch is clearly climbing in familiarity. Good. It takes all his self-restraint not to chuckle as the other walks into him.

He does, however, follow Sylvain's gaze, meeting the eyes of the ogglers and briefly putting a heavy hand on Sylvain's shoulder in an acknowledgement of possession, encouraging them to move on. ]

To convince you to be theirs, for a night or longer. Some care for consent. Some will try to leash you into a contract, though any would be void, as mine has been submitted to central records. Still, sometimes these things take a little while to sort out. Do be careful taking food or drink from strangers, though.

[philancer]

[ At Basch’s explanation, Sylvain just leveled a glare on everyone around him - especially those that were paying him a little too much interest. The tension was still in every line of his posture - something Basch could probably feel when his hand fell to the small of Sylvain’s back, urging him on. And for once he doesn’t resist that urging, because coming out here like this suddenly didn’t seem like a good idea at all. ]

They wouldn’t actually…? How can anywhere get away with such atrocities as this?!

[ Just because the Kingdom had rules against such things, though, didn’t mean they held up everywhere. Something he knew, of course, but he’d never imagined that there would be somewhere like this. ]

[bardische]

Does your country not go to war, or force people, often young people, to marry against their will? Do other countries not have slaves or conscripts? It is the nature of the world to get away with atrocities.

[ But he watches carefully, not wanting to push too hard. It doesn't escape his notice that Sylvain doesn't flinch from his touch. ]

But there are also good men everywhere, and men who know how to enjoy the systems they are in. Do you see much misery on the faces here? People are well-fed, well-kept. They are safe. Is that so bad?

[philancer]

[ His fingers curl into fists at his side again. ]

That is not what safe looks like!

[ Not that he’s really an expert on that topic. He never has been. Still, the concept of someone being owned does not seem like anything that should be labeled as ‘safe’ in his mind. ]

[bardische]

Were you safe at home?

[ His voice is gentler than he means, and he knows he won't push it any farther, but it's also a conversation he needs Sylvain to have with himself, some day.

For now he continues to steer the other through the market toward a mansion down the way, smug about the looks of jealous and approval they are getting. ]

So long as you are in my care, I will keep you safe. And if you are worried about these leeches, say the word. I can place a leash on you, and no one will try anything. It's your choice though.

[philancer]

[ He opens his mouth to retort back, but he’s not sure he can answer that without lying, so Basch just gets glared at next instead.

Which is probably answer enough in itself.

Still, that offer gets a scoffed sneer as he diverts his gaze, trying to ignore the looks their getting, even thought he can feel every one of them. It makes his skin crawl, makes him want to find something to hide behind, where he can’t feel every inch of skin on display before their hungry eyes. ]

I don’t want your leash. You’re as much of a leech as they are.

[bardische]

[ No lie, and no denial of his lack of safety. So, there are seeds there. Good.

To the latter, he shrugs. ]

Then I will respect your decision.

[ He doesn't rise to the bait. Maybe it's true. Maybe it doesn't matter he puts these rules in place. If he hadn't thought the alternative to his purchase was even more dangerous, he wouldn't have done this to Sylvain, not without consent, but alas, things were what they were, and he had.

And he had deeply enjoyed coupling with the other man. When he was ready.

So he hums idly as they walk the rest of the day down the avenue, letting Sylvain just feel the energy of the port town. It's clear where they're going, a big three-story with streamers and a crowd outside. Basch calls a few things, and they're easily allowed to pass to the door. A name, a guest list, a nod, and then they're whisked inside, past an entry to a ballroom.

Where things are even more erotic. Those on leashes are dressed more daringly than Sylvain, and those who aren't throng others, some already, well, balls deep in in the night's activities. Basch leads them to a plush set of cushions against a wall, settling in and nodding at a waiter who offers a drink. ]

Since you've denied my leash, do you wish to sit on my lap? Or will you try your luck wandering?

[ He expects neither, and there's a small smile fighting his flat delivery. ]

[philancer]

[ 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. ]

No! [ is his vehement objection instead. ]

[bardische]

[ He sees it on the other, the fascination, the interest, and the repulsion. He does his best not to chuckle. It wasn't like he'd been much different, the early days he'd found this place. Both the mansion and the port as a whole.

Sylvain was much more stubborn about resisting his desires, though. And it was something Basch found wildly attractive. That this man had not been broke was admirable, and something he would protect. Especially because he thinks a good deal of the vehemence is directed back at the man himself. Shame was a tricky monster. ]

Then sit beside me -- I will not touch you if you do not ask or initiate. You'll be close enough to me to be left alone, and we can enjoy the show, hmm? Your home country does not much encourage exploration of desires, if I remember correctly. What harm is there in only watching?