[oversensitive from his own orgasm, the faster pace pushes him into another layer of bliss, pressed against his new master and just enduring the heavenly, excruciating sensation of it all. divine, he calls him, and if he had enough sense Olivine might laugh softly at the claim. if anyone is divine, he thinks it's the man holding him so sweetly.
instead, all he can muster is a soft, sharp cry as heat spills inside him, embraced just so. it makes it so easy to just hold onto him, tight grip fading as his own orgasm does, until everything is quiet save their breaths and the water around them.
for a moment, it's hard to remember this is real. that he can actually be here, like this, and it isn't an affront to everyone he knows.]
... yes. Beyond what I imagined. [he does laugh softly as he says it, not bothering to untangle himself from Basch while his lips remain against his hair.] My body aches... it feels so good. Thank you, Master.
[funny, he thinks, how much simpler it would have been if he had been born here, rather than on his little home. sure, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so lucky with such an accommodating master, but still.]
[ It’s bliss for Basch too, oddly sweet and very much to his liking. Neither are a given here. A rarity even.
Hearing himself called Master jolts him from it. He keeps it from reaching his body, but he remembers this is a role, that he is not Basch but entirely, not anymore. Still. He cannot complain. He will bask in this for a little while, sliding out when it’s no longer comfortable to stay. ]
When you are ready, there is a curtain in the corner. Take off whatever is wet or you wish to remove. My staff will launder it. There are towels and robes if you like, or you may return to the water if you wish to soak.
[He's had to keep himself from asking about a name so far, a curiosity that feels taboo to even consider speaking aloud. He has little rights, after all—even if his master told him to say what he wants, that's surely different.
But for right now, he's vaguely aware of Basch's reaction as slightly... different from moments prior. A little more distant, perhaps. It leaves him unsure if he did something wrong, but the thought sticks far back when he has a new order. Less an order and more just the offer of comfort and self-care.]
Will you be soaking for a time? Ah... that is... I would like to stay with you, if that's alright. [even as he says it, the dancer moves to stand—he's still remarkably solid on his feet considering all they'd just done—and adjust his panties back to some semblance of covering, giving a moment for Basch's answer before he has to make his own decision.]
[ A dance they will hopefully figure out eventually. There is too much to address for one day, and Basch would be distraught to know he'd in any way dampened the other's enjoyment.
His face softens again, a smile there at Olivine's request. ] I would like you to stay with me as well. I am happy to soak or to retire immediately to the bedroom and rest.
[ He's pleased, honestly, that Olivine is already starting to assert some level of preference. And he watches, amused, as the other adjusts his undergarments. A funny thing, to be inside one another but still shy and proper with clothing. It is an oddity Basch knows well, and often experiences himself. ]
[If he's honest, it feels a little early to rest—but the urge to do so is strong. Especially when he can spend that time with Basch, without worrying about all the things he needed to do.
As to his underwear... well, it really is a funny little thing. Maybe some part of him also just wants to keep any mess contained, to avoid losing anything, but that's a thought he'll have to wrestle with later.]
Mmn. I wouldn't mind resting, I think.
[well... if he's honest, he's also curious about other things they could do. But that's a thought for later. Right now, he steps away to find this curtain and change out of his wet clothes. Fingers run over his stomach as he considers everything that just happened, a warm smile crossing his lips at how warm and good it had all felt.
And when he returns, it is indeed with one of the robes wrapped around him. The ties are pulled just tight enough to accent his waist neatly... though the chest portion feels a little tight, he thinks. It's not so bad though, just enough that he's still fidgeting slightly.
Which also may just be because he's still not used to his new position, though.]
Can I get anything for you now?
[There's a warm giving sensation to the words—they're asked earnestly, not as an obligation by far. He just wants to badly to succeed and make his master happy, he can't help it.]
[ Basch takes him in as he returns, already settling into this house, wrapped in Basch’s house colors and coat of arms on his breast. Less lewd by far, but much more intimate. And he notes the man’s elegant figure and broad chest. Well, pets always get fitted clothes. He will just add a robe to the list.
He rises from the water, dripping and rigged, more like he’s gone for a swim in a dream than fine pools. ] Go make us a tray of refreshments from the table while I disrobe, and then we will go up.
[ It’s not long before he returns, stripped entirely beneath his soft, sweet smelling robe. If they end up on the bed together, well, this time he will be soft and clean, no metal or buckles or rope. ]
Come, Pet. Let me show you where we sleep.
[ The chamber is up on the third floor. Large, with a huge balcony that faces the bay and lets in pleasant sea breeze. The bed is large and at its foot is a chaise surrounded by cushions. More cushions are dotted near the walls. Olivine will have his choice of being at Basch’s side or having his own sleeping area. ]
[Basch rises from the water, and for a moment his new pet is thoroughly enthralled. Every droplet that runs down his body highlights the rugged muscle of his form, the shift of his stomach with each breath and flex of muscle and tendon. Mouth dry, he only recognises the order after what feels like an age.]
As you wish, master.
[somehow, he keeps the awe from overtaking his voice, cheeks reddening to an almost painful heat when the dancer moves to the refreshment tray. Selecting things for them is much easier, under the presumption that there shouldn't be anything the man doesn't like among the options.
The tray is both neatly filled and comfortably balanced when Basch returns, and the time organising it has allowed him to get back to a more normal flush.]
Yes, master.
[There's no trouble keeping up when he's led up the stairs, and despite any lingering ache he must still have, he seems all but completely recovered. As the air cools pleasantly, he considers what sort of room the man must have.
And then they're in it, and the soft breeze leaves a warm comfort in his chest. There is a measure of opulence, but nothing approaching gaudy or overdone. It almost feels more like a place made to house many, than to belong to one man.]
Do you have any other pets, master?
[The question sends a pang of odd sensation through him, something he can't yet name. Insecurity, perhaps... but in reality, it's more complex than that. Basch hadn't spoken with any sense of exclusivity, after all, even as his new owner—it's hard to believe someone wants to see how deep his depravity goes, but harder to ignore, now.
Whatever it is, he moves to set the tray down on whatever surface is nearest the man's chosen seat, then moves again to join him. No surprise, surely, given his previous admission.]
[ He watches Olivine from his position on the side of the bed, like a man watching a new cat or dog take in its surrounding. He sees interest and excitement in the other, not fear. Good. Some pets take a good deal of care. It’s easier for them when they are happy here.
Still, the question has him answering delicately. Another possible bump, but the truth is the truth. He’s only worried because this man knew so little of this place. ]
Yes. There are half a dozen or so. We share these chambers, and the rest of the house, though you will be given a small private chamber. You may use it for sleep or for office or hobby use — let the staff know your preference.
[ His own had a wood carving table and a chair to read in private. He once slept alone in there, but lately, he’s been comfortable with whatever rotation of his pets want to sleep against him. And more often than not, he passes out from exhaustion. ]
It is customary a new pet be taken care of alone alone the first day or so, but I will introduce you to them tomorrow. At least three of them will want to bed you immediately. The choice is always yours, though you are obligated to attend a few events a season with me. We can revisit the contract in a week or two when you have your bearings.
[He's openly surprised to hear Basch talk about his own pets wanting to bed each other—but that's the only part that seems to raise a particular reaction. Mostly, it gives way to that same curious blush, mine no doubt wandering to one of the many scenarios he'd mentioned or beyond.
Moreover, he thinks as be settles in beside the taller man with an arm slipping delicately around his forearm, they barely seem like pets here at all. Not a complaint, but a mild surprise. It doesn't register that his own actions might read as insecure or greedy—neither of which he feels in the moment. Well, not beyond the greed of feeling this fascinating man's warmth so near his own.]
It almost seems more like a partnership than ownership, [he remarks with a soft laugh,] I look forward to meeting the others and joining you. And... I have some experience in events, so I'm sure I'll be happy to join you as often as you like.
[by his easy, conversational tone, Olivine hasn't stopped to consider what the point of "events" might be, here.]
[ The arm on his is a relief. No recoiling, no betrayal. Some interest in the others. This won’t be the worst month of someone else’s life then.
Still, he shakes off the praise. He knows what he is, no matter if he tries to be a just one. ] There can be no partnership when the power imbalance is so stark and formal. You must remember that, especially outside this house. I am aware you are all human — not everyone is.
[ Indeed, some masters treated their pets as close to dogs or horses as they could. It was one thing for the few pets who enjoyed that, but there was not formal protection if the pet had agreed to the original contract. It was one reason Basch set his to expire sooner, with the option of renewal. ]
[his laugh almost escapes him before he catches it. instead, it's replaced with a softer, more wry expression.]
I was speaking of you, personally, in this sense of privacy. I am... very aware of how deeply power imbalance affects a public relationship, and I will not forget. We performers were never meant to be... attainable or available.
[or human, he doesn't say. thinks it, certainly, but that's an argument he thinks is likely both irrelevant and unwanted. it's better (easier?) to keep his attention on Basch and allow himself to selfishly seek out the comfort of his warmth, under the guise of providing his own.]
[ His hand drifts to Olivine's knee, squeezing it. ]
While you are inside these walls, take whatever you want or need, from me, from this house. So long as you do not break anyone else's consent, there is no limit to what I will grant, should it be in my power.
[ He knows he is not a good man, but it is important to him to take care of those in his care. He can make this one corner of a very rough part of the world better for a few, and that is something. ]
My life did not afford me partnership in the strict sense of it, but I admit this arrangement is fulfilling to me.
I will... try to do so. [for a moment there is pause, the young man's cheek coming to rest on the bulk of Basch's shoulder. brows furrow as he internally sorts through words, separating the ones he feels from the ones that feel appropriate, by no fault of the blond's own.] I was not raised to have... wants of my own, and I find it difficult to recognise them, sometimes.
Our sacred duty is in the performance of our ritual dances, in service to those to whom we share our home. That was the depth of my distraction's failure.
[he speaks like this is all simple fact, and not like every word of it reeks of control bordering on dogma]
So I hope you can forgive me if I am slow to do as you ask, in this case.
[ His voice is much quieter, farther away, but his hand stays on the other's knee. ]
It is a good place to explore. Sometimes, you will try something that is not what you thought you wanted, or that is not fulfilling. It is alright to change your mind. Observing may help you find ideas. There are no consequences here for acting on desire, not in this house at least. The events have their own rules and flow.
But there is nothing to forgive. This place forces us to become something new; take advantage of it.
[There's some surprise there, of course. Curiosity and even wonder fill his tone otherwise, idle hands finding something to do in fussing with the sleeve of his robe. Intimacy like this... he hopes he'll get used to it over time. That it will continue.
The more Basch speaks, the more he feels lost. Not because of the words, but because it's simply not... how he understood life to be. Not for him.]
... I don't know that I can claim this place has "forced" me to change. [His admission is quiet, almost wry.] In fact, it... it may be more accurate to say it's forcing me to face what I wanted to be, when I realised there were paths outside of the one I was born into, the one that I struggled with even though they placed all of their trust in my potential.
[not in him, not in his actions, but his potential—or, more likely, their expectations. A cruelty wrapped in saccharine promise, forged and reforged into a cage he can't even perceive.]
[ He gives a single huff of laughter that borders on something much sadder. Success, that he’s blended in so well, and another betrayal in his notch of shame. ]
My home country no longer exists. [ It was not common but not uncommon either. There were two empires constantly adding to their territory. What he doesn’t include is that his adoptive country also no longer exists, that he was a failed general, that he chose this sentence because he felt he deserved to be miserable and serve others. He hadn’t realized it was a kindness, a friend trying to tell him he couldn’t hold himself accountable, until much later and now he feels guilt for getting off easy, for having some measure of happiness here.
It’s much easier to focus on taking care of those he can. His hand travels farther up Olivine’s leg, but there’s nothing sexual about it now, nor about his arm going around the other. ]
Is facing what you are, what you want to be not a form of change?
I cannot evaluate anything from home, but I can promise the only thing you can truly fail here is yourself. Or perhaps a very demanding partner.
[perhaps it is success as well, though Olivine's issue is most certainly his lack of knowledge about this place—and that Basch is the first from its borders he's met, after all. But moreover, he's more interested in the man himself—there is sadness and loss there, a heaviness he's heard enough to recognise. Humming softly, he shifts to watch Basch's expressions as he speaks, learning him one moment at a time.]
I'm sorry for your loss. It's never easy when you know things can never be the same.
[There's nothing sexual about the way Basch moves, but it doesn't stop his soft inhale in response. Certainly doesn't stop him from adjusting to ease continued touch, breath picking up a little as the fabric of his robe shifts.
He has every intention of behaving, though... even if the urge to offer or ask for more is terribly strong. The conversation is more important, especially after all they've already done today.]
I wasn't arguing against it being change, master. It's rather... I do not feel "forced" in any way to change, because I... [pausing, he shakes his head.] I had been searching for an escape like this for some time now.
Thank you for your certainty, as well. I just... don't want to embarrass myself. And perhaps learn how to prepare for such... demanding partners, if you think it reasonable. I wouldn't mind if you were one of them, either.
[ He doesn’t answer the kindness. It still sits too big, too strangely. Instead he seizes the opportunity to focus on the other. ]
I am heartened you do not feel forced and moreso you are pleased to be here. It is unhappy place for those who do not.
[ And then he raises a brow, his hand skimming under the hem of the robe. ]
Are you not satisfied with your exercise today, Pet? Most wish to rest after their first time on a cock, though we can certainly use other things too.
[ Basch himself takes a steady diet of magical enhancement and pain healers; his body would be ragged if he did not. His other pets will want attention too, if not tonight then tomorrow. ]
[he's saved from accidentally acknowledging his knowledge of unhappiness by the skim of that hand, a telltale shiver climbing up his spine. the question itself makes him fumble just a little, embarrassed.]
N-no, Master, I am very satisfied. You've taken care of my needs thoroughly. [he just agreed to tell Basch what he wants though, didn't he? to ask for things...] ... but, I am not overly worn, so I... I would not mind learning more now, that's all. You had given me many more possibilities to consider, and I have always had a vivid imagination.
[almost ironically, he knows little and less about the available enhancements for sexual health—some for the physical side, certainly, but he'd never even considered the possibility of drugs to keep up with a partner.
then again, if he had there would probably have been more envy besides.]
[ In all honesty, Basch’s pets — his community, his partners even if he’d never call it that — would be mortified if they knew how hard he pushed himself.
Easier to ignore all that. To soothe himself with how happy he could make them.
Now, his smile is genuine, if mischievous. His hand slides farther up Olivine’s thigh, pinky brushing against the fold of his pelvis before sweeping back down. ]
And what is that vivid imagination dreaming up? I strongly suspect I can bring it to fruition.
[He's undoubtedly in for a surprise when they all decide as a group to come pile on him to laze about for a day and force him to rest, isn't he. It'll be an interesting future, to be sure.
But for right now, he's solidly in an advantageous position, coaxing more of that depravity up from where it's been buried by word and deed. That hand skims up under his robe, lifting it and obscuring its movements in tandem, and the dancer's heart flutters at the sensations.]
I... [He's still embarrassed, of course. Still fighting against his own repression at the cracks left by his new master's guidance. And by now the drink has likely worn off, mostly if not completely.] It's hard to choose just one, master.
[His admission is quiet, full of that same shyness highlighted by want.]
Mmn... but, for example... if you were to... test my body. Lay me back, or push me down into the bed and see how much I can bend. I'm a dancer, after all.
[His head ducks slightly then as he considers what else to say, unaware of just how plainly he leans into Basch chest first.]
It would be... exciting... to endure whatever you wanted to do to me. With toys, or your hands, or... with that, too. Especially if I couldn't move on my own for a while.
[legs shift, thighs squeezing together as he speaks; it's surprisingly hard to put everything into words right now, but the start of a scenario (or several) is certainly vividly available to grasp.]
[ His movements stay slow and lazy, an eyebrow popping as his grin spreads. His hand retreats to just a finger, knuckle skimming down Olivine’s thigh. ]
So you want me to restrain you, and then bend you. I’d the bed what’s appealing? I have posts to tie you to, or there are pegs above the cushions on the walls.
[ These tastes aren’t unusual, and sometimes they’re coupled with someone watching, or a group overwhelming a restrained pet. All things Olivine will probably like. ]
Ah—both sound pleasant... [beyond the distraction, it's still hard to choose. After all, he has so little experience with any of this.] I'd like to try both, eventually, but... will you choose for me, Master? How you would like to see me?
[He'll definitely like any of those scenarios, too. The seeds of them are probably already there even, blanketed by the warmth of just being touched, teased so lightly it's almost agonising.]
[ That easy even obvious ask has Basch’s gaze drifting elsewhere, unpleasant heat in his face and gut. Shame.
He doesn’t know what he’d prefer, even after all this time. How can he? He doesn’t know this man. Doesn’t know what he likes. Doesn’t get much out of people he doesn’t know. A defect, as it’s always been.
So instead he calculates, weighing what he knows of his pet’s tastes. ]
We’ll use the wall and the cushions then. Better for stretch and restraining.
[Basch is overthinking it, of course, but it ultimately isn't a huge problem yet. Especially with someone like his new pet, with both far too much and too little knowledge, and an abundant curiosity to try things.
He can tell that something simmers below the surface, but lacks the knowledge of people to really figure out what it is. So instead, he just leans into Basch and hums his agreement.]
Yes, master... should I place myself somewhere for you...? I'm not sure what would give you the best view...
[after all, that's part of what he wants, too. For his master to observe him, to take in all of him.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 06:14 am (UTC)instead, all he can muster is a soft, sharp cry as heat spills inside him, embraced just so. it makes it so easy to just hold onto him, tight grip fading as his own orgasm does, until everything is quiet save their breaths and the water around them.
for a moment, it's hard to remember this is real. that he can actually be here, like this, and it isn't an affront to everyone he knows.]
... yes. Beyond what I imagined. [he does laugh softly as he says it, not bothering to untangle himself from Basch while his lips remain against his hair.] My body aches... it feels so good. Thank you, Master.
[funny, he thinks, how much simpler it would have been if he had been born here, rather than on his little home. sure, maybe he wouldn't have gotten so lucky with such an accommodating master, but still.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 02:30 pm (UTC)Hearing himself called Master jolts him from it. He keeps it from reaching his body, but he remembers this is a role, that he is not Basch but entirely, not anymore. Still. He cannot complain. He will bask in this for a little while, sliding out when it’s no longer comfortable to stay. ]
When you are ready, there is a curtain in the corner. Take off whatever is wet or you wish to remove. My staff will launder it. There are towels and robes if you like, or you may return to the water if you wish to soak.
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Date: 2025-12-03 03:50 pm (UTC)But for right now, he's vaguely aware of Basch's reaction as slightly... different from moments prior. A little more distant, perhaps. It leaves him unsure if he did something wrong, but the thought sticks far back when he has a new order. Less an order and more just the offer of comfort and self-care.]
Will you be soaking for a time? Ah... that is... I would like to stay with you, if that's alright. [even as he says it, the dancer moves to stand—he's still remarkably solid on his feet considering all they'd just done—and adjust his panties back to some semblance of covering, giving a moment for Basch's answer before he has to make his own decision.]
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Date: 2025-12-03 09:06 pm (UTC)His face softens again, a smile there at Olivine's request. ] I would like you to stay with me as well. I am happy to soak or to retire immediately to the bedroom and rest.
[ He's pleased, honestly, that Olivine is already starting to assert some level of preference. And he watches, amused, as the other adjusts his undergarments. A funny thing, to be inside one another but still shy and proper with clothing. It is an oddity Basch knows well, and often experiences himself. ]
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Date: 2025-12-04 04:17 pm (UTC)As to his underwear... well, it really is a funny little thing. Maybe some part of him also just wants to keep any mess contained, to avoid losing anything, but that's a thought he'll have to wrestle with later.]
Mmn. I wouldn't mind resting, I think.
[well... if he's honest, he's also curious about other things they could do. But that's a thought for later. Right now, he steps away to find this curtain and change out of his wet clothes. Fingers run over his stomach as he considers everything that just happened, a warm smile crossing his lips at how warm and good it had all felt.
And when he returns, it is indeed with one of the robes wrapped around him. The ties are pulled just tight enough to accent his waist neatly... though the chest portion feels a little tight, he thinks. It's not so bad though, just enough that he's still fidgeting slightly.
Which also may just be because he's still not used to his new position, though.]
Can I get anything for you now?
[There's a warm giving sensation to the words—they're asked earnestly, not as an obligation by far. He just wants to badly to succeed and make his master happy, he can't help it.]
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Date: 2025-12-05 03:05 am (UTC)He rises from the water, dripping and rigged, more like he’s gone for a swim in a dream than fine pools. ] Go make us a tray of refreshments from the table while I disrobe, and then we will go up.
[ It’s not long before he returns, stripped entirely beneath his soft, sweet smelling robe. If they end up on the bed together, well, this time he will be soft and clean, no metal or buckles or rope. ]
Come, Pet. Let me show you where we sleep.
[ The chamber is up on the third floor. Large, with a huge balcony that faces the bay and lets in pleasant sea breeze. The bed is large and at its foot is a chaise surrounded by cushions. More cushions are dotted near the walls. Olivine will have his choice of being at Basch’s side or having his own sleeping area. ]
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Date: 2025-12-05 04:59 pm (UTC)As you wish, master.
[somehow, he keeps the awe from overtaking his voice, cheeks reddening to an almost painful heat when the dancer moves to the refreshment tray. Selecting things for them is much easier, under the presumption that there shouldn't be anything the man doesn't like among the options.
The tray is both neatly filled and comfortably balanced when Basch returns, and the time organising it has allowed him to get back to a more normal flush.]
Yes, master.
[There's no trouble keeping up when he's led up the stairs, and despite any lingering ache he must still have, he seems all but completely recovered. As the air cools pleasantly, he considers what sort of room the man must have.
And then they're in it, and the soft breeze leaves a warm comfort in his chest. There is a measure of opulence, but nothing approaching gaudy or overdone. It almost feels more like a place made to house many, than to belong to one man.]
Do you have any other pets, master?
[The question sends a pang of odd sensation through him, something he can't yet name. Insecurity, perhaps... but in reality, it's more complex than that. Basch hadn't spoken with any sense of exclusivity, after all, even as his new owner—it's hard to believe someone wants to see how deep his depravity goes, but harder to ignore, now.
Whatever it is, he moves to set the tray down on whatever surface is nearest the man's chosen seat, then moves again to join him. No surprise, surely, given his previous admission.]
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Date: 2025-12-06 11:26 pm (UTC)Still, the question has him answering delicately. Another possible bump, but the truth is the truth. He’s only worried because this man knew so little of this place. ]
Yes. There are half a dozen or so. We share these chambers, and the rest of the house, though you will be given a small private chamber. You may use it for sleep or for office or hobby use — let the staff know your preference.
[ His own had a wood carving table and a chair to read in private. He once slept alone in there, but lately, he’s been comfortable with whatever rotation of his pets want to sleep against him. And more often than not, he passes out from exhaustion. ]
It is customary a new pet be taken care of alone alone the first day or so, but I will introduce you to them tomorrow. At least three of them will want to bed you immediately. The choice is always yours, though you are obligated to attend a few events a season with me. We can revisit the contract in a week or two when you have your bearings.
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Date: 2025-12-07 11:59 pm (UTC)Moreover, he thinks as be settles in beside the taller man with an arm slipping delicately around his forearm, they barely seem like pets here at all. Not a complaint, but a mild surprise. It doesn't register that his own actions might read as insecure or greedy—neither of which he feels in the moment. Well, not beyond the greed of feeling this fascinating man's warmth so near his own.]
It almost seems more like a partnership than ownership, [he remarks with a soft laugh,] I look forward to meeting the others and joining you. And... I have some experience in events, so I'm sure I'll be happy to join you as often as you like.
[by his easy, conversational tone, Olivine hasn't stopped to consider what the point of "events" might be, here.]
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Date: 2025-12-10 02:28 pm (UTC)Still, he shakes off the praise. He knows what he is, no matter if he tries to be a just one. ] There can be no partnership when the power imbalance is so stark and formal. You must remember that, especially outside this house. I am aware you are all human — not everyone is.
[ Indeed, some masters treated their pets as close to dogs or horses as they could. It was one thing for the few pets who enjoyed that, but there was not formal protection if the pet had agreed to the original contract. It was one reason Basch set his to expire sooner, with the option of renewal. ]
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Date: 2025-12-10 04:00 pm (UTC)I was speaking of you, personally, in this sense of privacy. I am... very aware of how deeply power imbalance affects a public relationship, and I will not forget. We performers were never meant to be... attainable or available.
[or human, he doesn't say. thinks it, certainly, but that's an argument he thinks is likely both irrelevant and unwanted. it's better (easier?) to keep his attention on Basch and allow himself to selfishly seek out the comfort of his warmth, under the guise of providing his own.]
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Date: 2025-12-10 08:17 pm (UTC)While you are inside these walls, take whatever you want or need, from me, from this house. So long as you do not break anyone else's consent, there is no limit to what I will grant, should it be in my power.
[ He knows he is not a good man, but it is important to him to take care of those in his care. He can make this one corner of a very rough part of the world better for a few, and that is something. ]
My life did not afford me partnership in the strict sense of it, but I admit this arrangement is fulfilling to me.
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Date: 2025-12-11 02:43 pm (UTC)Our sacred duty is in the performance of our ritual dances, in service to those to whom we share our home. That was the depth of my distraction's failure.
[he speaks like this is all simple fact, and not like every word of it reeks of control bordering on dogma]
So I hope you can forgive me if I am slow to do as you ask, in this case.
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Date: 2025-12-11 10:16 pm (UTC)[ His voice is much quieter, farther away, but his hand stays on the other's knee. ]
It is a good place to explore. Sometimes, you will try something that is not what you thought you wanted, or that is not fulfilling. It is alright to change your mind. Observing may help you find ideas. There are no consequences here for acting on desire, not in this house at least. The events have their own rules and flow.
But there is nothing to forgive. This place forces us to become something new; take advantage of it.
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Date: 2025-12-11 11:56 pm (UTC)[There's some surprise there, of course. Curiosity and even wonder fill his tone otherwise, idle hands finding something to do in fussing with the sleeve of his robe. Intimacy like this... he hopes he'll get used to it over time. That it will continue.
The more Basch speaks, the more he feels lost. Not because of the words, but because it's simply not... how he understood life to be. Not for him.]
... I don't know that I can claim this place has "forced" me to change. [His admission is quiet, almost wry.] In fact, it... it may be more accurate to say it's forcing me to face what I wanted to be, when I realised there were paths outside of the one I was born into, the one that I struggled with even though they placed all of their trust in my potential.
[not in him, not in his actions, but his potential—or, more likely, their expectations. A cruelty wrapped in saccharine promise, forged and reforged into a cage he can't even perceive.]
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Date: 2025-12-12 02:24 pm (UTC)My home country no longer exists. [ It was not common but not uncommon either. There were two empires constantly adding to their territory. What he doesn’t include is that his adoptive country also no longer exists, that he was a failed general, that he chose this sentence because he felt he deserved to be miserable and serve others. He hadn’t realized it was a kindness, a friend trying to tell him he couldn’t hold himself accountable, until much later and now he feels guilt for getting off easy, for having some measure of happiness here.
It’s much easier to focus on taking care of those he can. His hand travels farther up Olivine’s leg, but there’s nothing sexual about it now, nor about his arm going around the other. ]
Is facing what you are, what you want to be not a form of change?
I cannot evaluate anything from home, but I can promise the only thing you can truly fail here is yourself. Or perhaps a very demanding partner.
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Date: 2025-12-13 05:48 pm (UTC)I'm sorry for your loss. It's never easy when you know things can never be the same.
[There's nothing sexual about the way Basch moves, but it doesn't stop his soft inhale in response. Certainly doesn't stop him from adjusting to ease continued touch, breath picking up a little as the fabric of his robe shifts.
He has every intention of behaving, though... even if the urge to offer or ask for more is terribly strong. The conversation is more important, especially after all they've already done today.]
I wasn't arguing against it being change, master. It's rather... I do not feel "forced" in any way to change, because I... [pausing, he shakes his head.] I had been searching for an escape like this for some time now.
Thank you for your certainty, as well. I just... don't want to embarrass myself. And perhaps learn how to prepare for such... demanding partners, if you think it reasonable. I wouldn't mind if you were one of them, either.
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Date: 2025-12-13 08:39 pm (UTC)I am heartened you do not feel forced and moreso you are pleased to be here. It is unhappy place for those who do not.
[ And then he raises a brow, his hand skimming under the hem of the robe. ]
Are you not satisfied with your exercise today, Pet? Most wish to rest after their first time on a cock, though we can certainly use other things too.
[ Basch himself takes a steady diet of magical enhancement and pain healers; his body would be ragged if he did not. His other pets will want attention too, if not tonight then tomorrow. ]
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Date: 2025-12-14 10:00 am (UTC)N-no, Master, I am very satisfied. You've taken care of my needs thoroughly. [he just agreed to tell Basch what he wants though, didn't he? to ask for things...] ... but, I am not overly worn, so I... I would not mind learning more now, that's all. You had given me many more possibilities to consider, and I have always had a vivid imagination.
[almost ironically, he knows little and less about the available enhancements for sexual health—some for the physical side, certainly, but he'd never even considered the possibility of drugs to keep up with a partner.
then again, if he had there would probably have been more envy besides.]
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Date: 2025-12-15 12:37 am (UTC)Easier to ignore all that. To soothe himself with how happy he could make them.
Now, his smile is genuine, if mischievous. His hand slides farther up Olivine’s thigh, pinky brushing against the fold of his pelvis before sweeping back down. ]
And what is that vivid imagination dreaming up? I strongly suspect I can bring it to fruition.
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Date: 2025-12-15 06:14 pm (UTC)But for right now, he's solidly in an advantageous position, coaxing more of that depravity up from where it's been buried by word and deed. That hand skims up under his robe, lifting it and obscuring its movements in tandem, and the dancer's heart flutters at the sensations.]
I... [He's still embarrassed, of course. Still fighting against his own repression at the cracks left by his new master's guidance. And by now the drink has likely worn off, mostly if not completely.] It's hard to choose just one, master.
[His admission is quiet, full of that same shyness highlighted by want.]
Mmn... but, for example... if you were to... test my body. Lay me back, or push me down into the bed and see how much I can bend. I'm a dancer, after all.
[His head ducks slightly then as he considers what else to say, unaware of just how plainly he leans into Basch chest first.]
It would be... exciting... to endure whatever you wanted to do to me. With toys, or your hands, or... with that, too. Especially if I couldn't move on my own for a while.
[legs shift, thighs squeezing together as he speaks; it's surprisingly hard to put everything into words right now, but the start of a scenario (or several) is certainly vividly available to grasp.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 12:28 am (UTC)So you want me to restrain you, and then bend you. I’d the bed what’s appealing? I have posts to tie you to, or there are pegs above the cushions on the walls.
[ These tastes aren’t unusual, and sometimes they’re coupled with someone watching, or a group overwhelming a restrained pet. All things Olivine will probably like. ]
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Date: 2025-12-19 01:28 am (UTC)[He'll definitely like any of those scenarios, too. The seeds of them are probably already there even, blanketed by the warmth of just being touched, teased so lightly it's almost agonising.]
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Date: 2025-12-20 02:12 am (UTC)He doesn’t know what he’d prefer, even after all this time. How can he? He doesn’t know this man. Doesn’t know what he likes. Doesn’t get much out of people he doesn’t know. A defect, as it’s always been.
So instead he calculates, weighing what he knows of his pet’s tastes. ]
We’ll use the wall and the cushions then. Better for stretch and restraining.
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Date: 2025-12-20 04:56 pm (UTC)He can tell that something simmers below the surface, but lacks the knowledge of people to really figure out what it is. So instead, he just leans into Basch and hums his agreement.]
Yes, master... should I place myself somewhere for you...? I'm not sure what would give you the best view...
[after all, that's part of what he wants, too. For his master to observe him, to take in all of him.]
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