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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]

[ 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?

[philancer]

[ He hadn’t missed the fact that the air in the entire port had carried with it an unfamiliar scent - something exotic and just a little spicy, not what he would expect of somewhere so near the ocean. He didn’t know what it was, if it came from a nearby plant, or food, or perhaps from the incense that seemed to be so popular in this place.

But it seemed thicker in the air here, some part of his mind noted. It wasn’t a bad scent - it was quite pleasing, in fact, teasing against the senses, subtle but smokey. It lured one into relaxing without even realizing it, drawing deeper lungfuls of its strange exotic scent as an automatic reaction.

He’d noted it upon entering but quickly grew used to it, forgetting about it entirely in his distraction with the sights this place offered, even as he breathed it deep. Isn’t aware of the way it finally coaxes the tension in his body to loosen in increments as he reluctantly sinks down to sit beside Basch.

Isn’t aware of the way it settles into his blood, stirs it, encourages all of his body’s reactions to the sights and sounds surrounding them. Draws his eyes to linger on the pets scattered all over the interior, being enjoyed, being used, being pleasured. There is no shame in any of them, only open and wanton pleasure, enjoyment of their partners as they lose themselves in the heat of lust and need.

It has him shifting restlessly on the bench, fingers still curled into fists on his lap. He tries to adjust his position, not paying attention to how his cock is hardening once more, how his skin is flushing with arousal. Dark eyes are dilated and his breath starts coming a little more rapidly, a little more raggedly.

He’d meant to answer Basch, but he’s distracted from it before he can. Clearly there’s a great deal of harm in watching, but he’d already forgotten the question before he has time to realize that. And then he can’t seem to bring himself to stop. ]

[bardische]

[ Sylvain was even more beautiful when he relaxed. A state that would hopefully be more natural with time. He sips his drink for now, letting Sylvain settle, but his eyes are soon on his pet, a grin on his face as he watches the other shift and adjust, skin flushed and cock hardening, sees the way his gaze flits to other couples and groups.

When Sylvain is good and absorbed, he asks good-naturedly, ] Found a favorite? We can try anything you like, you know.

[philancer]

[ he jolts a little at Basch’s voice so close, having forgotten himself for long moments as he stared about the room, drawn into one scene after another, his gaze never able to settle in one place for too long before movement drew him on, elsewhere.

His eyes are still dazed and dark, lips parted as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, his breathing coming in soft, ragged pants now as he flushes. Tries to look away, but fails. Everywhere he looks, there’s another scene that somehow draws him in. Makes him squirm. Awakens hunger and curiosity as his body starts to crave what he sees. The touches, the mouths, the pleasure.

he shakes his head, but its impossible to tell if that’s in response to finding a favorite or Basch’s offer. Although the way his gaze continues to flit from one decadent scene to another, he hasn’t found any one sight to hold him, being too caught up in all of it.

The pet, bound and bent as he’s filled from behind and before, two lovers filling him from either end as they take their pleasure from his eager, hungry body. Another, on her knees, her master’s fingers latched tightly in her long hair as he moves her mouth around his cock, fucking deep into her mouth but the movements doing little to muffle the moans that Sylvain can hear from here. Another, bouncing on his master’s cock, another, a pair of pets latched onto their Mistress’ breasts as she reclines and plays between their legs.

All of it is acts so scandalous and debaucherous that most Faerghan sensibilities would have swooned in a pile of petticoats by now. He hadn’t, but he was visibly flushed red.

And his cock was growing harder by the minute, the visible evidence of his arousal impossible to ignore now. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch is not immune, not to the familiar scented air, and not to his own fantasies as he follows Sylvain's gaze here and there, own pupils dark and cock hardening at the welcome thoughts of he and Sylvain -- and maybe a third -- enacting these scenarios. He'd be happy with near anything, the real allure being that Sylvain suggest it. Ask for it. Trust him with it. Simply having him in his lap and stroking him would be pleasing enough, though he would like to make use of that chain.

He does remember, though, his own hesitance in his early days here. It's important not to rush. Still, a glance at Sylvain's very clearly hardening cock has a grin on his face, and when the other is clearly unable to respond or to look away, Basch resists the temptation to touch him, instead reclining his own head languidly and drawing his hand down and up the bulge of his own cock, sighing audibly, seeing if he can pull Sylvain's attention. ]

[philancer]

[ The sigh does, indeed, yank his attention away, drawing his gaze back to the man beside him. And then stuttering to a stop in shock as he watches the trail of that hand moving down, lower. Tracing over the visible outline of his arousal beneath those tight pants.

He swallows, his mouth gone dry, and his body clenches in remembrance, the feeling of that cock pushing into him, stretching him open around it. How Basch had drawn out every moment, every sensation. And even now, he can feel his cock jolt against the grip of the ring binding it, the warm metal pressing against that vein that pulsed with his need.

His breath hitches, the sound almost a whimper, and now he can’t seem to drag his eyes away from this scene. ]

[bardische]

[ Now he meets Sylvain's gaze, hungry and wanting, a slow smile on his lips. He sees tat swallow, the wideness of those eyes, the lock of that gaze. ]

Say the word and I'll give you anything you wish tonight, pet. And if you only want to watch, then I'll find someone else to put on my cock.

[philancer]

[ The sudden surge of jealousy, of possessiveness, takes him completely by surprise. Especially because he has no idea where it comes from - or why. He doesn’t want the man’s cock - or so he’s busy telling himself - but that doesn’t stop his jaw from clenching or his fingers curling into fists atop his lap at the thought of anyone else coming near right now.

Watching or not, he felt like he might be driven to violence if anyone else so much as looked at Basch’s cock right now. ]

[bardische]

[ he once again smothers a laugh, though this one is more in delight than humor. He sees the flash of something darker on Sylvain’s face, the way his hands clench. That isn’t the perfumed air; it’s entirely his pet’s feelings, just given room to breathe. Their attraction to one another is real and it’s a deeply rewarding game to tease it out.

He turns his gaze away, picking some couple at random, and unfastens his trousers, freeing his cock so Sylvain has a better view. As he touches his length, he lets out a low, wonton moan. ]

[philancer]

[ His breath hitches when Basch pulls his cock out, already fully erect. It definitely sounds more like a whimper this time.

He might have been more upset that Basch’s eyes were on some random couple rather than on Sylvain - that surge of jealousy wasn’t dimming just yet - but honestly his gaze was far too riveted on the motion of Basch’s fingers as he gives his cock a slow, teasing stroke.

Goddess. He wanted to feel those fingers around his own cock again. ]

[bardische]

[ That whimper is beautiful, and tells Basch he will be getting to have Sylvain tonight. That makes his grin widen, even as his hand languidly strokes back down his length, aware Sylvain's attention is now fixed there. ]

Shall I leave you here while I go get warmed up for the evening?

[philancer]

[ That question is enough to jolt him back to reality as he finally tears his gaze away from Basch’s cock to his smirking lips instead.

Except it’s a twinge of fear mingled with that possessiveness now. ]

I thought you said I was supposed to stay close.

[ he throws that out like an accusation, trying to sound defiant about it, but he really didn’t like the idea of Basch leaving him here while he sought his pleasure elsewhere.

Even if Sylvain didn’t want that for himself. Although that’s getting a little foggier in the heat of the club’s interior, that faint spicy scent teasing his senses. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch shrugs, nodding lazily, hand still slowly tracing his cock. He lets out a small, sighing want of a sound, just to tease a little further, show how close he is to standing. ]

Out there is more dangerous. Here, people will ask. But they will ask. You are tantalizing.

[ He watches Sylvain's face at the compliment. Has the other remembered he likes Basch's attention, or not yet? ]

Of course you can always come with me and watch.