[such a small statement shouldn't make his heart flutter so; of course Olivine knows why, after so long, but it still feels like he's reacting too strongly. So he takes another sip of his drink and watches quietly as Basch speaks, nodding.]
The sun and the journey were both pleasant and calm, I would say. It's been quite some time since I was on the water like that. My contract...
[He has to think for a moment then, turning the glass in his hand. How he's feeling about it? Is there a way he's supposed to?]
I'm curious about it. I've read about how this island works, at least as much as I could find on here. I know that I'm to be considered a "pet," but not really what that fully entails.
[ He frowns, freer with his expression now that they are away from the crowd. ]
So your people told you nothing.
Are you aware your duties include performing whatever services I request, domestic and sexual?
[ It used to be harder for him to have this conversation. Practice has helped, as has the potion encouraging the other to answer. It means he does not have to be as skilled in his delivery.
And he will follow up, ] Tell me, then, if you have any particular tastes or limits, or if you do not know. We will amend to contract.
[ This was usually about when his smarter pets started to figure out something was afoot, as masters were not required to care about their pets preferences if they were not put into the contract. ]
The available information is sparse, so I am... perhaps underprepared. [he agrees, glancing away for a moment at his own ineptitude. though really, he's used to that, isn't he...?] I am aware of the scope of my duties, yes. It isn't something I have objections over.
[the first pause, then, is more one of internalised confusion and uncertainty. for so long, he's kept so much to himself, and sharing that information was all but out of the question. and yet, he finds his tongue surprisingly loose regarding them.]
I... I am not sure of my limits, I admit. [amending the contract certainly puts some thoughts in mind. firstly, that perhaps this man isn't quite as ruthless and terrible as people made him out to be. that's a pleasant surprise, despite his interests. and on that particular subject, he continues:] I'm not entirely sure of my tastes, either, though I... think that I would enjoy being treated a little roughly.
[a little. his expression doesn't hide that he's somewhat understating things, and honestly he's not sure if it matters anyway. at least it's probably clear that this isn't something he's used to voicing, for one reason or another.
[ The other reason Basch uses the truth serum is that he would never believe his pets without it. An absolute virgin, but one who is alright with this and even curious — it makes no sense to him, but he can work with it if he knows it is true and not niceties. ]
We will revisit this conversation when you have more experience then. When we are in public, I sometimes have obligations that go higher than either of us, but I will strive not to subject you to anything we have not attempted privately. Privately, you may always tell me no, and should. As for what you may request, there are no limits except that I will not break skin or bone.
[ He had tried. It had crippled him so badly that it was not worth it for either of them. ]
We do not have to begin today, but per the contract, we do have to begin within the week. It is likely safer for you the sooner I begin to learn you. If you prefer I choose, I can.
[ All business, and an awareness that the potion will blur out the oddness of this conversation on recollection. He needs to stay a little frightening, and he simply can’t do it negotiating limits. ]
[privately, you may always tell me no. it's so out of character for the man's reputation that it's hard to miss, even with the potion muddying his senses a little. of course, he doesn't mind that either.]
I'm not overly concerned about what is needed of me, in public or otherwise. And I will keep these facts in mind. I have had... curiosities about such acts, but they are nothing more than that. Admittedly, it may take me some time to get used to making requests.
[his smile is so simple, half-hidden behind fabric as it is, but the words are certainly a bit odd.]
Beginning today is not a problem. I'm inexperienced, but I have... read quite a lot about sexual acts. It is part of why I'm here, because I could never...
[he trails off at that, the words distant, absent even. something he's not quite ready to accept or admit, perhaps.]
... I will do all I can to please you, with your guidance. To be honest, I find myself... relieved to be in a position like this.
[ His brow furrows. Is this beautiful dancer this naive? Still, it confirms Basch’s instinct to obtain his contract. ]
You should have some concern. Many would hurt you for pleasure. The contract is some protection but it is able to punish, not always to prevent.
[ An eager version. This feeling is self-consciousness. Basch does not feel remotely capable of being someone’s only experience. He will have to work to safely find the dancer others. But at least he can teach the other safety.
The carriage stops and there is a tapping on it — safe to disembark.
He rises first, offering Olivine an arm on the way down. They are still on the street but the pretense of formality is not out of character for the more powerful lords.
He will lead Olivine inside, where the breezy marble lobby is populated by servants in all manner of provocative clothing. His hand on Olivine is firm but still not rough and he’s aware of the eyes on them, the curiosity about how this new acquisition will play out. ]
Well then let, do you wish to please me in the pools or the bedroom?
[His lip twitches at the warning, some measure of wry amusement settling in its corner. Even so, his head dips just slightly.]
I'm sorry, master... I'm afraid I'll need a little guidance on the subject. Pain is often a... pleasant experience for me.
[based on how he fidgets, this isn't something he'd normally admit so readily. It's maybe the most important thing brought about by the drink, though Basch won't know that yet.
The knock brings the moment to an end for now, and he's quick to fall in line, taking the proffered arm as he descends and gently positioning himself just slightly behind his new owner. He doesn't seem to notice any particular looks at him at all, somehow—maybe his attention is just too fully on Basch. And occasionally the very attractive, provocative clothing on the servants.
It makes the question less of a surprise in act and more in word, has pale cheeks blossoming red at the very thought.]
Ah... I'm not sure if I would be better at one than the other. [His admission comes with the slightest shyness, smile soft as he glances away.] I've never considered how to please someone in pools before.
[ The timing of their arrival spares him having to respond. He isn’t sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.
It only deepens when Olivine defers his answer. These are the social dances Basch has never been good at. Does that mean Olivine would prefer somewhere he’s more comfortable, or that he finds the pools intriguing?
Well if he does like pain, then the baths will soothe it, especially if it all proves to be more than he bargained for. Basch is aware of the soreness and aches that can come with a rough coupling, especially a first time, and if it is unpleasant, the baths are not where Olivine will sleep. ]
The baths then. Bring us refreshments and then bar entry until we are finished.
As you request. Is there a special way to bar entry?
[this, at least, is a simpler question. given his upbringing, keeping people out has never been much of a thought for him; he was something to be seen, but not touched in general. it also implies he's content with the answer, if not obviously intrigued.
he certainly does seem remarkably at ease for what they're about to do, attention drifting to the scenery as they head to the pools. after a moment, he does chuckle sheepishly, dipping his head to the slightest jingle of metal.]
Ah—I apologise, if I should have this knowledge already. There were few concrete writings on etiquette for this island among our documents, but I am quick to learn.
[ He wants to put his face in his hands in embarrassment and frustration. This always happens when he gets a new pet; he forgets they don't know his idiosyncrasies, and how much harder he has to work to communicate. ]
I should clarify; you are my pet, but you are not my servant. The staff will get food and bar the doors. I do not follow strict etiquette in this house.
[ The thought has him sweating. That is his absolute worst area of performance. It's all he's really been able to muster to brush it off with bravado and eccentrics. }
[another small mishap, he supposes. It already feels less heavy than he's used to his failures being though... he'll take that as a relief at least.
And in the meantime, he'll just keep that closeness as they move, seemingly almost driven by instinct. He's warm and real, and honestly Olivine can't help but be drawn to him. And can't help but worry that he'll fail him somehow. At least the baths bring a peaceful quiet to their surroundings, even if his fidgeting picks up as interest mounts.]
[ Basch is silent as he leads them down cool stone stairs to the semi-open lower level of the manor. The sea breeze floats through it, sand coming up to the submerged pools and a beautiful view of sea and palm trees and cove filling their vision. The pools are sunken and raised at various heights, some chilled, some salt water from the ocean, and some heated. It's absolutely big enough to be a public bath, but such is the trappings of this sort of place.
He's calculating how best to do this, eyeing the pools. He wants to end up in the warmed one, a raised piece with water that cascades into other pools. He halts, unaware how striking he is in the light, in this place, with his fierce focus. ]
Alright, Pet. I do not wish to damage my things. Disrobe me of anything that could be damaged by salt or heat or water.
[ A task will calm them both down. That he knows well. ]
[There's some distraction to every part of it, really. Olivine's eyes travel over the opulent spread of pools, then back to Basch when he stops to calculate his thoughts. He does try not to stare too plainly though. At least his voice jolts the younger man out of his thoughts.]
Yes, Master. Is there a special place to place them?
[He's already moving to begin his efforts, delicate hands tracing over jewelry and fabric alike to unfasten clasps and closures. The action is reverent somehow, even beyond the natural rhythmic sway of his body. Each piece removed serves to make his heartbeat flutter again, a dusting of pink climbing over the sheer hem of his mask.]
Anywhere they will remain dry — we will be the only ones here.
[ again he feels his coarseness. Years here and he has not learned these things. At least ruggedness suits the image he’s built. He’d have been a fool to claim any sort of nobility or polish. War lord was easier.
He’s startled when warm, gentle fingers graze his body. Obviously that was where this was going and yet he’s forgotten, as he has before, what touch feels like. And this touch is delicate, reverent even. Not afraid and certainly not the sort of touch a man of his reputation — or reality — deserves.
Shame rises up in him, his eyes flicking down, the desire to be deferential bubbling in him. Instead he murmurs, ] Good boy.
[ When the other has finished, he will still his wrist, just a tiny bit rough to gauge reaction. ]
Now you will undress for me.
[ He himself still wears a few chains and his cloth small clothes beneath a vest that’s mostly nothing, the ensemble apparently flattering and titillating. Or so his tailor says. It’s résiliant, and so he sinks into a warm pool to watch. ]
[the words sink deep into him, praise he so scarcely remembers hearing. and somehow it feels better this way, with someone who has no reason to question his proclivities—
the grasp on his wrist, with just the lightest touch of roughness alone, earns a soft hitched breath and his gaze to turn upward, pupils dilated. not a negative reaction, not by a long shot.]
Of course, Master. All of it?
[again, he doesn't wait for the complete confirmation to begin. once Basch sinks back into the pool, he begins with the first layer of jewelry around his hips. though the clothing doesn't hide much of his figure, it's quickly apparent that it is made up of a few layers, and that at least some of them are meant to be removed during performances.
which this is, effectively enough. definitely by the way Olivine moves at first, practiced fingers peeling back jewelry, then fabric, the more jewelry and so on. each layer stripped away reveals a markedly muscular form despite his thoroughly average height and slim waist, and an unusual gemstone set into pale skin besides. pretty is also an apt descriptor for the lingerie under his skirts, delicate straps on panties and soft sheer stockings hugging thick thighs. then his mask, before the half-covering top will provide Basch with what is probably the biggest surprise of all: the delicate, intricate jewelry strung from one nipple to the other.]
[ He does not miss the hunger in the other’s eyes this time and begins to catalogue tastes. Some roughness indeed. Praise. Orders.
Those thoughts are derailed as the dancer — for he clearly cannot be anything else — begins to undress. It is not a performance and yet it is, something much finer and more delicate than Basch has any business being near. His expression slackens, lips parted and eyes bright in a way that betrays the gentle and observant man he is. There’s practice to those movements, discipline. Training repeated a thousand times. Those are things that resonate with him, but Olivine turns them to beauty instead of war.
The question brings him back to himself, at least for a moment. He has a job to do. Battlefield or sex mansion, he is a protector, and this is his charge. He cannot afford distraction. Not the kind that could lead to harm. He’s learned to separate that from letting himself feel arousal, even if it comes with the old familiar sting of shame. ]
Leave your beautiful under things, unless the water will damage them, and then come sit on my lap.
[the response brings a softer smile, as warm on his lips as his eyes suggested earlier. they won't be hard to move out of the way anyway, and the idea of being in them feels somehow more scandalous, for reasons he can't quite define.
those chains have a distinct jingle when he walks, compared to the jewelry—one is made for bold performance, after all, and the other... well, much more private. and knowing nothing of his new Master's internal plights, he holds no concern at all over following him.]
Yes, Master. Our undergarments are quite resilient.
[it feels strange, how easy it is to be deferential to this man without even a name. or rather: it feels strange under the belief that he should hesitate or find it a little harder. surely, he shouldn't feel so comfortable stepping into the warm water to draw near, nor gently curling his fingers over broad shoulders to support himself settling in Basch's lap. absolutely, there shouldn't be so much curiosity and awe and warmth in his glance, anticipatory breathlessness when he speaks his next question.]
[ It’s been awhile, honestly, and he did not consider that he would feel shy again. Unrefined. Out of his depth. The warmth and expectation on the dancer’s face make him feel inadequate. That and all this fine jewelry and decoration, some of it connected directly to the other’s nipples.
His hands, at least, operate automatically, cupping the other’s waist and shifting him so that Basch’s thigh is between Olivine’s legs. And then he lets them slide lower, lace and metal beneath his fingers as they dig into the meat of the dancer’s glutes, testing his proclaimed preference for roughness.
Even so he frowns, observing the other, trying to make sense. ]
Is this what they trained you for?
[ Because, even here on this island, he is an erotic vision ]
[the noise he makes when fingers dig into skin is hard to mistake, and the way his weight shifts against Basch's thigh even more so. there's a certain lack of expectation there, a giddy excitement that ripples through his fingertips and all the way back down his spine. it's so good, just that touch; more than he imagined, he thinks.
it takes him a moment to recover his senses enough to shake his head, peering up from behind long lashes that tremble softly.]
No, [the word is breathy and light on his lips, tongue brushing them and pressing together,] we are taught to... have no interest in such things. They say it interferes with our skills.
[which certainly paints a different picture of the young man sitting on his lap, already struggling to keep still with needy impatience. more so one who was clearly kept away from so much of living, in general.]
I... couldn't separate myself from my wants. So they let me be the one to come here...
[it's hard to tell without further context if this was a choice of mercy or dismissal. at the very least, it was a choice of convenience for a society that values apparent purity—at least in its performers.]
[ He makes the same connection — was this a placement of mercy or cruelty? They did not bother to check that his contract was safe, but perhaps if they’d dug into it they’d found Basch’s pets were not unwilling. Many stayed for multiple contracts.
Basch dug his fingers in again, lowering them to cup firm muscled glutes, curling them in dangerously close to inner thigh and what else lie there. A virgin, clear even if he didn’t know, the way these touches are so exciting. It makes Basch reverent, slow; he ought not to be the person doing this, but he will do the best he can. He squeezes again, thigh coming up to meet the rock of Olivine’s body. ]
Dressing you like this, and they don’t expect the audience to imagine bending you over a table or a hitching pole, all that metal jingling as you’re mounted and spent?
[ Another way to test what Olivine might like. As he speaks, one hand comes up to tug on the chain between his nipples in curiosity. He has not dealt with this before, not one that isn’t attached with temporary clamps. ]
Perhaps it was a taste in men they were again? I know women here would love to tie you up, prone and lovely, and then fuck you from behind, or mount you and fuck themselves until you both cried out.
[ If Olivine does like women, Basch will be sure he has his tastes met. ]
[in turn, Olivine may never know unless Basch finds it out himself. he's certainly not the type to think badly of his people, his family, even when he should.
muscles twitch and tense as fingers cup and curl, head dipping slightly forward—a touch of shame, but more pleasant overwhelm than that—the water obscures some of his arousal altogether, but hides none of the important parts in how he shifts and moves.
God, it's not fair of this man to give him so much to imagine, all while his clothed cock is braced against his thigh so every twitch is perfectly broadcast. but then, he doesn't have to be fair, does he?]
I... as performers, we—haugh!
[oh. a simple tug takes his thoughts completely out of action for a moment, piercings pulling lightly at his nipples and teasing them harder, more swollen. his thighs squeeze against the leg between them on instinct. Basch has certainly found a positive place for teasing.]
Mmnh... I... I've never thought about... women doing that to me. [in fact, he's not even entirely sure how it would work, offhand. his interest has clearly at least been in men—or in being fucked, at the very least.] I'm not sure... what I would like.
[it's a quiet, earnest explanation, but one that does hold more than its fair share of that deferent, demure feeling. like he wants to say he thinks he'd like it, but he isn't allowed.
or wasn't allowed. at this point, that's much more likely.]
Nngh... it feels good... like this too. [in case it wasn't abundantly clear, perhaps. or maybe just because Olivine has to speak or he's going to lose his concentration altogether, and Basch hasn't even really touched him.] Much... better than my own...
[ he does sense the demureness, the shame — it’s not uncommon here, and was not unknown to his own life. This at least he knows how to navigate. ]
Tell me, then, pet, what have you imagined? What secret dreams have you held in your bed lately at night?
[ he tugs again, his other hand grazing hardened cock beneath fabric, sending a jolt through his own that Olivine will likely feel against his leg. There’s always something tantalizing to staying clothed. The sense of forbiddenness. The question of whether it will come off or not. Though for his part, he does not plan to go straight to that, not unless Olivine very specifically wants it. There’s plenty of other ways to have a good introduction. ]
I... [there's pause there, hesitation bordering on a wince, soothed by the touch of a warm hand against his cock and the tug of his jewelry. short fingernails press lightly into Basch's shoulders and he can't hide his little whine at the "encouragement." it doesn't help him look his master in the eye on his own, though.] I've read about so many possibilities, after all.
I've thought about things like... like you mentioned before. Being... pressed down and vulnerable...
[the words are too scandalous on his tongue, despite all he's read. a taboo he'll need at least a little encouragement to get past—though probably not much, given how enthusiastically he's done whatever Basch has asked.]
[ All Basch takes from that is to back off, to tread more gently. If even saying it is too much, then he does not want to press too hard today. not that he doesn't make his own small sound at the way Olivine grips him, eager and trusting. There's a mix again, of want and shame. ]
That is more comfortable in a bed [ Is all he says. There are ways to make it work here, but he'd prefer something softer. ] I shall play with you other ways today.
[ As he says it, he moves the hand from Olivine's front to his back, sliding under the straps of his undergarment until a finger can circle his opening in the warm water. The one tugging the chain switches to cup, pinching nipple. ] This will be better here.
[oh, it's such a nice feeling, the way fingers pinch at a sensitive nipple, the warmth of a hand on his chest. combined with the shift of a finger around his entrance, pliant and twitching as it already is, it's more than enough to guide him into motion at least, undecided which he wants to press more directly into.]
Haah... that feels good... I'm s-sensitive there.
[not a complaint, and probably obvious which there he's talking about under the circumstances.]
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Date: 2025-11-05 05:46 am (UTC)The sun and the journey were both pleasant and calm, I would say. It's been quite some time since I was on the water like that. My contract...
[He has to think for a moment then, turning the glass in his hand. How he's feeling about it? Is there a way he's supposed to?]
I'm curious about it. I've read about how this island works, at least as much as I could find on here. I know that I'm to be considered a "pet," but not really what that fully entails.
[so, curious.]
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Date: 2025-11-06 11:10 pm (UTC)So your people told you nothing.
Are you aware your duties include performing whatever services I request, domestic and sexual?
[ It used to be harder for him to have this conversation. Practice has helped, as has the potion encouraging the other to answer. It means he does not have to be as skilled in his delivery.
And he will follow up, ] Tell me, then, if you have any particular tastes or limits, or if you do not know. We will amend to contract.
[ This was usually about when his smarter pets started to figure out something was afoot, as masters were not required to care about their pets preferences if they were not put into the contract. ]
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Date: 2025-11-07 11:24 am (UTC)[the first pause, then, is more one of internalised confusion and uncertainty. for so long, he's kept so much to himself, and sharing that information was all but out of the question. and yet, he finds his tongue surprisingly loose regarding them.]
I... I am not sure of my limits, I admit. [amending the contract certainly puts some thoughts in mind. firstly, that perhaps this man isn't quite as ruthless and terrible as people made him out to be. that's a pleasant surprise, despite his interests. and on that particular subject, he continues:] I'm not entirely sure of my tastes, either, though I... think that I would enjoy being treated a little roughly.
[a little. his expression doesn't hide that he's somewhat understating things, and honestly he's not sure if it matters anyway. at least it's probably clear that this isn't something he's used to voicing, for one reason or another.
probably the priest thing, granted.]
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Date: 2025-11-07 02:10 pm (UTC)We will revisit this conversation when you have more experience then. When we are in public, I sometimes have obligations that go higher than either of us, but I will strive not to subject you to anything we have not attempted privately. Privately, you may always tell me no, and should. As for what you may request, there are no limits except that I will not break skin or bone.
[ He had tried. It had crippled him so badly that it was not worth it for either of them. ]
We do not have to begin today, but per the contract, we do have to begin within the week. It is likely safer for you the sooner I begin to learn you. If you prefer I choose, I can.
[ All business, and an awareness that the potion will blur out the oddness of this conversation on recollection. He needs to stay a little frightening, and he simply can’t do it negotiating limits. ]
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Date: 2025-11-07 02:57 pm (UTC)I'm not overly concerned about what is needed of me, in public or otherwise. And I will keep these facts in mind. I have had... curiosities about such acts, but they are nothing more than that. Admittedly, it may take me some time to get used to making requests.
[his smile is so simple, half-hidden behind fabric as it is, but the words are certainly a bit odd.]
Beginning today is not a problem. I'm inexperienced, but I have... read quite a lot about sexual acts. It is part of why I'm here, because I could never...
[he trails off at that, the words distant, absent even. something he's not quite ready to accept or admit, perhaps.]
... I will do all I can to please you, with your guidance. To be honest, I find myself... relieved to be in a position like this.
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Date: 2025-11-09 02:33 pm (UTC)You should have some concern. Many would hurt you for pleasure. The contract is some protection but it is able to punish, not always to prevent.
[ An eager version. This feeling is self-consciousness. Basch does not feel remotely capable of being someone’s only experience. He will have to work to safely find the dancer others. But at least he can teach the other safety.
The carriage stops and there is a tapping on it — safe to disembark.
He rises first, offering Olivine an arm on the way down. They are still on the street but the pretense of formality is not out of character for the more powerful lords.
He will lead Olivine inside, where the breezy marble lobby is populated by servants in all manner of provocative clothing. His hand on Olivine is firm but still not rough and he’s aware of the eyes on them, the curiosity about how this new acquisition will play out. ]
Well then let, do you wish to please me in the pools or the bedroom?
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Date: 2025-11-09 04:27 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, master... I'm afraid I'll need a little guidance on the subject. Pain is often a... pleasant experience for me.
[based on how he fidgets, this isn't something he'd normally admit so readily. It's maybe the most important thing brought about by the drink, though Basch won't know that yet.
The knock brings the moment to an end for now, and he's quick to fall in line, taking the proffered arm as he descends and gently positioning himself just slightly behind his new owner. He doesn't seem to notice any particular looks at him at all, somehow—maybe his attention is just too fully on Basch. And occasionally the very attractive, provocative clothing on the servants.
It makes the question less of a surprise in act and more in word, has pale cheeks blossoming red at the very thought.]
Ah... I'm not sure if I would be better at one than the other. [His admission comes with the slightest shyness, smile soft as he glances away.] I've never considered how to please someone in pools before.
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Date: 2025-11-10 12:59 am (UTC)It only deepens when Olivine defers his answer. These are the social dances Basch has never been good at. Does that mean Olivine would prefer somewhere he’s more comfortable, or that he finds the pools intriguing?
Well if he does like pain, then the baths will soothe it, especially if it all proves to be more than he bargained for. Basch is aware of the soreness and aches that can come with a rough coupling, especially a first time, and if it is unpleasant, the baths are not where Olivine will sleep. ]
The baths then. Bring us refreshments and then bar entry until we are finished.
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Date: 2025-11-10 01:48 pm (UTC)[this, at least, is a simpler question. given his upbringing, keeping people out has never been much of a thought for him; he was something to be seen, but not touched in general. it also implies he's content with the answer, if not obviously intrigued.
he certainly does seem remarkably at ease for what they're about to do, attention drifting to the scenery as they head to the pools. after a moment, he does chuckle sheepishly, dipping his head to the slightest jingle of metal.]
Ah—I apologise, if I should have this knowledge already. There were few concrete writings on etiquette for this island among our documents, but I am quick to learn.
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Date: 2025-11-10 04:58 pm (UTC)I should clarify; you are my pet, but you are not my servant. The staff will get food and bar the doors. I do not follow strict etiquette in this house.
[ The thought has him sweating. That is his absolute worst area of performance. It's all he's really been able to muster to brush it off with bravado and eccentrics. }
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Date: 2025-11-11 02:27 pm (UTC)[another small mishap, he supposes. It already feels less heavy than he's used to his failures being though... he'll take that as a relief at least.
And in the meantime, he'll just keep that closeness as they move, seemingly almost driven by instinct. He's warm and real, and honestly Olivine can't help but be drawn to him. And can't help but worry that he'll fail him somehow. At least the baths bring a peaceful quiet to their surroundings, even if his fidgeting picks up as interest mounts.]
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Date: 2025-11-11 07:30 pm (UTC)He's calculating how best to do this, eyeing the pools. He wants to end up in the warmed one, a raised piece with water that cascades into other pools. He halts, unaware how striking he is in the light, in this place, with his fierce focus. ]
Alright, Pet. I do not wish to damage my things. Disrobe me of anything that could be damaged by salt or heat or water.
[ A task will calm them both down. That he knows well. ]
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Date: 2025-11-14 02:32 pm (UTC)Yes, Master. Is there a special place to place them?
[He's already moving to begin his efforts, delicate hands tracing over jewelry and fabric alike to unfasten clasps and closures. The action is reverent somehow, even beyond the natural rhythmic sway of his body. Each piece removed serves to make his heartbeat flutter again, a dusting of pink climbing over the sheer hem of his mask.]
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Date: 2025-11-22 04:14 am (UTC)[ again he feels his coarseness. Years here and he has not learned these things. At least ruggedness suits the image he’s built. He’d have been a fool to claim any sort of nobility or polish. War lord was easier.
He’s startled when warm, gentle fingers graze his body. Obviously that was where this was going and yet he’s forgotten, as he has before, what touch feels like. And this touch is delicate, reverent even. Not afraid and certainly not the sort of touch a man of his reputation — or reality — deserves.
Shame rises up in him, his eyes flicking down, the desire to be deferential bubbling in him. Instead he murmurs, ] Good boy.
[ When the other has finished, he will still his wrist, just a tiny bit rough to gauge reaction. ]
Now you will undress for me.
[ He himself still wears a few chains and his cloth small clothes beneath a vest that’s mostly nothing, the ensemble apparently flattering and titillating. Or so his tailor says. It’s résiliant, and so he sinks into a warm pool to watch. ]
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Date: 2025-11-22 05:47 am (UTC)the grasp on his wrist, with just the lightest touch of roughness alone, earns a soft hitched breath and his gaze to turn upward, pupils dilated. not a negative reaction, not by a long shot.]
Of course, Master. All of it?
[again, he doesn't wait for the complete confirmation to begin. once Basch sinks back into the pool, he begins with the first layer of jewelry around his hips. though the clothing doesn't hide much of his figure, it's quickly apparent that it is made up of a few layers, and that at least some of them are meant to be removed during performances.
which this is, effectively enough. definitely by the way Olivine moves at first, practiced fingers peeling back jewelry, then fabric, the more jewelry and so on. each layer stripped away reveals a markedly muscular form despite his thoroughly average height and slim waist, and an unusual gemstone set into pale skin besides. pretty is also an apt descriptor for the lingerie under his skirts, delicate straps on panties and soft sheer stockings hugging thick thighs. then his mask, before the half-covering top will provide Basch with what is probably the biggest surprise of all: the delicate, intricate jewelry strung from one nipple to the other.]
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Date: 2025-11-22 09:41 am (UTC)Those thoughts are derailed as the dancer — for he clearly cannot be anything else — begins to undress. It is not a performance and yet it is, something much finer and more delicate than Basch has any business being near. His expression slackens, lips parted and eyes bright in a way that betrays the gentle and observant man he is. There’s practice to those movements, discipline. Training repeated a thousand times. Those are things that resonate with him, but Olivine turns them to beauty instead of war.
The question brings him back to himself, at least for a moment. He has a job to do. Battlefield or sex mansion, he is a protector, and this is his charge. He cannot afford distraction. Not the kind that could lead to harm. He’s learned to separate that from letting himself feel arousal, even if it comes with the old familiar sting of shame. ]
Leave your beautiful under things, unless the water will damage them, and then come sit on my lap.
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Date: 2025-11-22 10:53 am (UTC)those chains have a distinct jingle when he walks, compared to the jewelry—one is made for bold performance, after all, and the other... well, much more private. and knowing nothing of his new Master's internal plights, he holds no concern at all over following him.]
Yes, Master. Our undergarments are quite resilient.
[it feels strange, how easy it is to be deferential to this man without even a name. or rather: it feels strange under the belief that he should hesitate or find it a little harder. surely, he shouldn't feel so comfortable stepping into the warm water to draw near, nor gently curling his fingers over broad shoulders to support himself settling in Basch's lap. absolutely, there shouldn't be so much curiosity and awe and warmth in his glance, anticipatory breathlessness when he speaks his next question.]
What can I do for you next?
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Date: 2025-11-23 03:30 am (UTC)His hands, at least, operate automatically, cupping the other’s waist and shifting him so that Basch’s thigh is between Olivine’s legs. And then he lets them slide lower, lace and metal beneath his fingers as they dig into the meat of the dancer’s glutes, testing his proclaimed preference for roughness.
Even so he frowns, observing the other, trying to make sense. ]
Is this what they trained you for?
[ Because, even here on this island, he is an erotic vision ]
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Date: 2025-11-23 05:10 am (UTC)[the noise he makes when fingers dig into skin is hard to mistake, and the way his weight shifts against Basch's thigh even more so. there's a certain lack of expectation there, a giddy excitement that ripples through his fingertips and all the way back down his spine. it's so good, just that touch; more than he imagined, he thinks.
it takes him a moment to recover his senses enough to shake his head, peering up from behind long lashes that tremble softly.]
No, [the word is breathy and light on his lips, tongue brushing them and pressing together,] we are taught to... have no interest in such things. They say it interferes with our skills.
[which certainly paints a different picture of the young man sitting on his lap, already struggling to keep still with needy impatience. more so one who was clearly kept away from so much of living, in general.]
I... couldn't separate myself from my wants. So they let me be the one to come here...
[it's hard to tell without further context if this was a choice of mercy or dismissal. at the very least, it was a choice of convenience for a society that values apparent purity—at least in its performers.]
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Date: 2025-11-23 05:31 am (UTC)Basch dug his fingers in again, lowering them to cup firm muscled glutes, curling them in dangerously close to inner thigh and what else lie there. A virgin, clear even if he didn’t know, the way these touches are so exciting. It makes Basch reverent, slow; he ought not to be the person doing this, but he will do the best he can. He squeezes again, thigh coming up to meet the rock of Olivine’s body. ]
Dressing you like this, and they don’t expect the audience to imagine bending you over a table or a hitching pole, all that metal jingling as you’re mounted and spent?
[ Another way to test what Olivine might like. As he speaks, one hand comes up to tug on the chain between his nipples in curiosity. He has not dealt with this before, not one that isn’t attached with temporary clamps. ]
Perhaps it was a taste in men they were again? I know women here would love to tie you up, prone and lovely, and then fuck you from behind, or mount you and fuck themselves until you both cried out.
[ If Olivine does like women, Basch will be sure he has his tastes met. ]
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Date: 2025-11-23 06:09 am (UTC)muscles twitch and tense as fingers cup and curl, head dipping slightly forward—a touch of shame, but more pleasant overwhelm than that—the water obscures some of his arousal altogether, but hides none of the important parts in how he shifts and moves.
God, it's not fair of this man to give him so much to imagine, all while his clothed cock is braced against his thigh so every twitch is perfectly broadcast. but then, he doesn't have to be fair, does he?]
I... as performers, we—haugh!
[oh. a simple tug takes his thoughts completely out of action for a moment, piercings pulling lightly at his nipples and teasing them harder, more swollen. his thighs squeeze against the leg between them on instinct. Basch has certainly found a positive place for teasing.]
Mmnh... I... I've never thought about... women doing that to me. [in fact, he's not even entirely sure how it would work, offhand. his interest has clearly at least been in men—or in being fucked, at the very least.] I'm not sure... what I would like.
[it's a quiet, earnest explanation, but one that does hold more than its fair share of that deferent, demure feeling. like he wants to say he thinks he'd like it, but he isn't allowed.
or wasn't allowed. at this point, that's much more likely.]
Nngh... it feels good... like this too. [in case it wasn't abundantly clear, perhaps. or maybe just because Olivine has to speak or he's going to lose his concentration altogether, and Basch hasn't even really touched him.] Much... better than my own...
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Date: 2025-11-23 09:53 pm (UTC)Tell me, then, pet, what have you imagined? What secret dreams have you held in your bed lately at night?
[ he tugs again, his other hand grazing hardened cock beneath fabric, sending a jolt through his own that Olivine will likely feel against his leg. There’s always something tantalizing to staying clothed. The sense of forbiddenness. The question of whether it will come off or not. Though for his part, he does not plan to go straight to that, not unless Olivine very specifically wants it. There’s plenty of other ways to have a good introduction. ]
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Date: 2025-11-24 03:00 pm (UTC)I've thought about things like... like you mentioned before. Being... pressed down and vulnerable...
[the words are too scandalous on his tongue, despite all he's read. a taboo he'll need at least a little encouragement to get past—though probably not much, given how enthusiastically he's done whatever Basch has asked.]
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Date: 2025-11-24 06:17 pm (UTC)That is more comfortable in a bed [ Is all he says. There are ways to make it work here, but he'd prefer something softer. ] I shall play with you other ways today.
[ As he says it, he moves the hand from Olivine's front to his back, sliding under the straps of his undergarment until a finger can circle his opening in the warm water. The one tugging the chain switches to cup, pinching nipple. ] This will be better here.
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Date: 2025-11-25 06:15 am (UTC)[oh, it's such a nice feeling, the way fingers pinch at a sensitive nipple, the warmth of a hand on his chest. combined with the shift of a finger around his entrance, pliant and twitching as it already is, it's more than enough to guide him into motion at least, undecided which he wants to press more directly into.]
Haah... that feels good... I'm s-sensitive there.
[not a complaint, and probably obvious which there he's talking about under the circumstances.]
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