Inner truth is over rated...

A NSFW 18+ Rp Blog for Krovs Castle. I'm not Jason Momoa and I don't condone slavery or vampires for that matter.  A few things to keep in mind with Bolt. He's a submissive, but he hides that agressively. He hates being called anything other than Bolt and he's more likely to hit you than speak to you. Violence is about the only language he really understands.

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sanson-laurent​:

In Sanson’s mind, he was keeping his promise, it was the slave who was not fulfilling his end of the bargain. However, the vampire could be patient. He had been so far and as far as he was concerned, that patience was being rewarded with a panting, desperate slave, truly a beautiful sight. Humming to himself, he waited to see if the other would speak again. If not, he had already made up his mind to just leave the slave strung up until one of the guards informed him that the man needed to be returned. It would be a disappointing end to his game, but one he was prepared to go through with nonetheless. Slaves needed to learn to obey, after all. 

When a real answer finally came, Sanson was quiet, letting the slave say everything he wanted rather than interrupt him. That could cause things to stop. Besides, he wanted to know the entire reason instead of questioning it part way through. The cursing was annoying, but he allowed it for the time being. His more important order was being obeyed. The particulars could be set aside for a few moments. He had to lean in slightly to hear the last whispered words, but he caught them well enough. Stepping forward, he placed a hand on the slave’s cheek and smiled. “Good boy.” 

So it was the humiliation and degradation that important. That certainly explained why the pain would help. If things hurt, then that was the easiest part to focus on and act as a distraction. Sanson reached up to the restraints and began undoing them. “See? If you are good, I keep my word.” Once each of the cuffs were loose, he held out his hand to see if the slave needed any assistance getting down, although he was almost certain the man would vehemently object to any sort of help. 

Bolt had always known that truth was overrated. Because at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. The truth might always be there, but it was the things that people chose to believe that mattered. Of course in that moment after making the admissions he’d never thought he’d say out loud Bolt wasn’t quite so sure he believed that anymore. Maybe there were some truths you just couldn’t hide from no matter how fucking hard you tried. He flinched as the other touched him and called him a good boy and without meaning to his body shivered in conflict. Part of him thrilled and the rest terrified how good those two little words felt. 

Bolt was momentarily jarred from his swirling thoughts when the other actually did as he said he would. He blinked and looked surprised, but clearly relieved. He jerked awkwardly away from the other batting at the other’s offered hand even as he stumbled forward a bit away from the cross. He took a moment working his arms and shoulders trying to focus on that. He still couldn’t quite make himself look at Sanson and focusing on his only slightly stiff arms helped distract him a bit. 

After a moment he slowly pulled himself up back to a posture more like his usual puffed up self and he glowered at the other. “Can I go now?”

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sanson-laurent​:

“So you have said.” And nothing was going to change. He liked the slave too much to let him go and there was absolutely no action the other could take that would make that stop. Sanson tilted his head to watch the other man go toward the door, not getting up just yet. 

While it was true that this was significantly more well behaved than before, storming off just at the tail end of dinner was extremely rude. He would need to teach the slave something about etiquette. “You will,” he replied, still not moving from his seat. “Because there is no way for you to escape this room until I let you out.” He was faster and stronger; he could catch the slave. 

Bolt waited impatiently at the door. When the other didn’t immediately come to open the door he stood there stubbornly for a few long minutes. Then when it became clear the other wasn’t moving he glared and turned to the other and promptly sat his ass down on the ground next to the door. “Well I’m done with dinner and I ain’t playing this game anymore.” 

He huffed and crossed his arms to show he was serious. Short of being dragged he wasn’t going back to the table. “I played your little game and it’s over now. Just let me go back to the god damned undercroft there’s no reason to drag this shit on.” 

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merekhopper​:

Merek would have let Bolt’s arm go, but since it didn’t seem like he was that determined to put distance between them, the psionic held on.  Mostly just as an excuse to feel the very nice muscles that the other man held.  “Oh?”  He allowed himself a smirk, waggling his eyebrows playfully at Bolt.  “You don’t want to hear all about the romantic, sex filled nights the two of us have shared?”  The psionic turned to the left and then beamed as he spotted the master that he’d been talking about, making a beeline for the man.  He did pause, however, to let go of Bolt’s arm and flashed him a smile.  “Go find something you’ll be more comfortable in.  When you get back, we can switch you into it.”

Bolt snorted at the other deciding not to let the other make him uncomfortable as he was clearly trying. Okay maybe the words made him grimace a little and he shook his head, but that was it. “Fuck that shit I’m good not knowing.” He followed the other feeling stupid, but relaxing slightly especially when the other’s attention clearly went to rest on someone else. The vampire wasn’t exactly what Bolt would call a winner, but to each his own. And if it meant getting out of the costume well fuck it. He was honestly still a little suspicious when the other told him to go find something else. He couldn’t really understand why the other would help him, but he wanted out of the fucking costume enough he was willing to take the chance of looking stupid when or if Merek showed his true colors. So he nodded at the instruction and went to find something else doing his best not to run to go do so. 

Of course not hurrying had several purposes. One it would give Merek time to convince the man to let Bolt out of the costume. Secondly and most importantly it might let him miss any methods of persuasion the other might try. But eventually he found a costume and returned holding the gladiator costume. It wasn’t a shit ton better, but it went to his knees and it had come with a shield that Bolt imagined would hide a lot if he held it right. Bolt hesitated nearing the pair clearing his throat, but not quite willing to draw the attention of both men. 

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nottheangel-raphael​:

“There’s a good boy,” Raphael purred, leaning back in his seat with total satisfaction. However, it wasn’t enough to completely release poor Bolt still hung up in the air. The shadowy tendril stuffing his ass thrust ever so gently into him a few more times; clearly Raph wanted a little more than just an apology. “And how will you be repaying me for my kindness if I let you go?” he asked. His tone implied that Bolt had very few options for the correct answer. The ghoul would be ramming his own dick into the slave one of two ways – he’d be nice enough to leave it up to the rebellious human which one he wanted. “If you guess right, I’ll let you go. Better answer correctly, sweetheart.” He punctuated the statement with one deep thrust of the shadow tentacle in hopes that might give the other a clue. 

‘Good boy’ if there were any two words that were more disgusting Bolt didn’t know what the were. He hated those words. Despised them as much as that dark hidden part of himself craved to hear it. Fortunately perhaps for both of them the usual Bolt was no longer in control so instead of going into a rage about those disgusting words Bolt gave a relieved little sigh. Oh he still knew he was in trouble trouble even this part of himself might not enjoy, but those words had taught him there was a chance. 

Bolt gave a soft grunt that was both parts pain in pleasure as that piece of the Master’s power reminded him just how full and stretched he was. And he wasn’t shocked when the other made it clear he would have to earn his way out of the mess he had gotten himself into. Bolt gave a choked groan at the hard thrust his body taking easier as he had relaxed into the helpless situation, but there was only so much relaxing could do when you were hanging blind in the air with a giant tentacle of magic stretching you more than you ever had before. He gave a soft almost whimper like sound his head bowing slightly. “My ass Sir. You can have my ass Sir.” His voice didn’t quite tremble but it was clear Bolt or at least this part of Bolt very much cared if the answer was right. Of course there was something in that tone that made it clear this wasn’t the answer he wanted to give, but he knew this was a punishment. His ass was already sore and stretched, but he knew he deserved it for what the other more stubborn part of him had done. “Please Sir let me pleasure you with my ass. Let me show you I can be a good boy.”

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merekhopper​:

“Pity.  For you mostly.  I’ve been told I’m quite good at it.”  He winked shamelessly, resisting the temptation to further tease Bolt.  The other man really was incredibly stubborn, which only made him that more determined to hopefully wear him down over time.  For now, though, he just hooked his arm through Bolt’s and started to lead him around.  “It shouldn’t take too long.  There’s one master close by who is usually very willing to do things for me.”

Bolt knew the other was yanking his chain even as he was probably serious, but knowing all that didn’t change anything for Bolt. Merek was a strange fucker, but he at least he had so far not been an asshole like most of the people he’d met. Bolt half heartedly moved to yank his arm away from the other, but let the other lead him because as stupid as he felt in that moment he knew he’d look a hell of a lot better once he got out of his costume. Bolt wrinkled his nose at the other’s comment. “The less details the fucking better.”

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officermorozov​:

Ransom didn’t want to be there either. He got called to send a uniform to help security at the party and he wasn’t about to call in any of the minimal crew he had for Christmas so he came instead for the time being. If there was a call from the village the castle would have to fend for itself. The village came first to Ransom, then the castle. Course it wasn’t the worst thing when he spotted a familiar slave in another scant outfit. There was nothing like seeing Bolt looking like a little twink running around the castle. It was better than Ransom thought he deserved, but at least it was mortifying to him. Bolt could use some humbling in Ransom’s opinion. “Think that’s your job for the night in that outfit.” Ransom commented, he in a full cop uniform per usual. Not many saw him in anything else. “Looking cute.” Ransom said leaning on the bar next to the human. 

Of the people Bolt didn’t want to see Ransom was pretty much tied at the top of the list. Of all the people in the castle Ransom was one of the most aggravating. He wasn’t as violent or insane like some of the others, but his holier than thou attitude and that fucking uniform he wore like a badge of honor got on Bolt’s damned nerves. His eyes narrowed at the other and snapped his teeth at him. “Try it and see what the fuck happens fucking pansy bitch.” He growled posturing as if he wasn’t mostly naked and dressed up as a reindeer. “This is not fucking cute it’s fucking sick. And you look like an asshole as usual. Couldn’t even break out a fucking santa hat? They should throw your ass out for not being in dress code.” 

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sanson-laurent​:

The holidays had, for so long, been a time for parties that meant a great deal of negotiation and formal business. Just as during those times he was in a suit and attempting to look like a perfectly put together gentleman. Moving through the people gathered around, he made small talk with a few then began making his way to the bar. Normally, he abstained from alcohol during these times as he wanted to have his wits fully functional during any possible negotiation. This, however, was meant to be fun, relaxing. 

When he neared the bar, a smile spread over his face as he saw one of his favorite slaves sitting there. “And here I thought the Christmas spirit would make you a good boy,” he teased, settling himself next to the slave and humming softly. “The costume isn’t quite the right animal, but I suppose you don’t look too terrible in it.” 

Of course Sanson ignored him the other always did. Bolt almost got up to leave, but he had found a good spot and didn’t want to give it up so easily. So instead he glared at the other and his asshole comment. Or at least he tried to. He succeeded with the first comment, but when the other told him they had chosen the wrong animal Bolt’s already red face darkened and his shoulders hunched angrily. “Fuck you. There ain’t no right animal you asshole.” 

Then without really thinking about it Bolt’s hand jerked forward splashing the left over contents of his drink all over Sanson’s outfit. Of course all he really had been thinking about was the time Sanson had led him around that fucking playroom like a dog and that didn’t really leave any room for thoughts of things like consequences.

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Bah Fucking Humbug

Bolt was not a happy camper and he was quickly discovering he wasn’t a fan of Krov holidays. It seemed everything ended with him being humiliated in one way or another. Sadly this costume was better than his Halloween costume, but he was most definitely stuck in it, because the guard had showed him a sugar plum fairy monstrosity and had been told in no uncertain terms that if he wasn’t a good little fucking reindeer he’d be magicked into and stuck in that monstrosity for a week. So Bolt sat at the bar glaring at his eggnog. He had wanted a beer, but they were only serving holiday themed things and he didn’t want some hippy peppermint beer bullshit. 

He fidgeted with the tail of his costume wondering if anyone would notice if he tore it off when he spotted someone coming towards him. He glared even as his skin reddened as he recognized the man coming towards him. Of course he didn’t want to be seen by anyone, but someone he knew seemed worse. “Fuck off. I’m not in the mood. Go choke on someone’s candy cane or some bullshit like that.”

@officermorozov @sanson-laurent​

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Bolt’s Christmas look. Careful he wants to bite someone. 

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With the cold starting to get to you, you opt to visit the castle’s indoor pool in an attempt to warm yourself. Krovs decided to heat the pools like jacuzzis for those seeking warmth and relaxation from soaking in steamy waters. The entire indoor area is filled with steam and immediately much needed warmth soothes your chilled skin before you even enter the pool. 

You step into the comforting waters and take a seat on the bench built along the side wall, sighing in content as you lean back and defrost. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, a sudden anxiety grips you tight, a chill runs up your spine, and the hair on the back of your neck stands straight up. The steam in the room increases, lowering your visibility, however, you can’t miss the obvious shark fin protruding from the water’s surface. 

It’s all you’re able to see in the foggy pool as this thing launches at you full speed ahead under water. Frozen in terror, you can only yell out as it quickly closes the distance and you shut your eyes as you prepare for whatever’s coming. You feel a wall of water splash against you and hear footsteps behind you racing away and disappearing soon after. 

You wait a moment before opening your eyes, visibly shaken as you glance around the pool area. As the fog decreases, you realize you are once again alone. 

This creature has inflicted your character with fear inducement! For the next 24 hours, your character will feel on edge and anxious for unexplainable reasons.

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sanson-laurent​:

Again and again with the same insult. It really was interesting how that was the slave’s go to thing to call him when, at its heart, it could be considered a compliment. He understood, at least, that it was likely meant to say he was weak. Strong men wouldn’t be ‘pretty’ or other such nonsense. When the slave stood, he expected him to upend the table and was actually rather surprised when that didn’t happen. 

Grinning, he finished another bite of cheesecake then stood as well, but made no move to go toward the man, just watched him. “Are you going to leave the table as it is or should I call up more slaves to deal with an incoming mess?” He spoke calmly rather than as someone anticipating further destruction of his property. 

Bolt hated the way the other looked at him as if he already knew everything Bolt was going to do and had already decided just what he was going to do about it. It was that look that made him back away from the table leaving it as it was as if to prove he could. He glared at the other and shook his head. “You really are an asshole.”

He turned and started heading towards the door. “Now let me out. I played your stupid little date game and I behaved. And next time your looking for a dinner date don’t fucking pick me. I’m not playing this game again.” Of course until closer to the end when he got annoyed with the conversation he had been almost enjoying himself, but that was something he’d never admit. 

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sanson-laurent​:

Sanson found the slave to be very fun. It wasn’t often he found himself in this role. Normally, he was more reserved and perfectly happy to let someone else take control. With this one, however, it was so easy to slip into controlling and humiliating him. The fact that the slave seemed to be at war with himself only made Sanson much happier in digging his metaphorical claws into him. To have someone come unwillingly undone was a beautiful thing, much more so than he would have ever imagined. The only way to know why was to keep the slave or bring him back over and over. 

This could be his experiment and entertainment while he was in the castle. He could write down everything he learned and try everything on the slave to see what caused the best reactions. It would be a rather fun way to spend his free time and only made him want to claim the man even more. His eyes flicked just once to the slave’s cock and he hummed, brushing his finger along the underside only. Causing the slave pain made that diminish and he didn’t want that at all. If the slave was enjoying it, Sanson could humiliate him more. Shame truly was a powerful emotion. 

“Like this?” he purred, letting his finger move over the other’s length again. “Be specific. You’re enjoying yourself so what about ‘this’ is so wrong.” Yes, he was drawing this out just to hear the slave admit to everything he likely hated that he so clearly wanted. Sanson wanted to hear him say it all, to have it all laid bare in front of them both just so he could use it to tear into the slave’s mind again and again. 

Of course the vampire didn’t keep his word. Bolt fumed about that, but part of him knew his answer hadn’t really deserved being released. He knew he was trying to answer without really giving the other anything that could be used against him and that part of him that he hated so much knew that wasn’t going to cut it. He grit his teeth as he felt the other’s finger trail along his length making him shudder again. God he hated how good that felt, but more he hated the other seemed to have figured out pain was a distraction and seemed to have given it up thought Bolt wished that he hadn’t. 

He shuddered again and looked at the other hesitant. That part of him he hated so much seemed certain if they were just honest the man would keep his word. If he just admitted the truth they’d at least leave the room though that part of him seemed to be reminding him there had been no promises about anything else. But of course his focus was on getting out of the room and that need was desperate enough he was willing for that moment to listen to that little voice. He closed his eyes tight his head turning away from the other as he seemed to try to speak for a second. 

“Fuck.” He muttered to himself as he found himself struggling to admit anything. “Jesus Christ. Everything about this is wrong. No one should enjoy being fucking tied up and touched. I should want to rip your fucking fingers right off.” He knew he wasn’t supposed to be cursing, but there was no way he could make this admission without his usual bolstering language as if by returning to his usual mode of talking keeping true to that part of himself made it a bit easier to betray the truth he fought so hard to hide. “You led me around like a fucking dog and my dick got hard there’s nothing right about that goddammit.” The last statement was pretty much whispered, but he needed out of that room and if he got him out admitting the truth the other already seen was worth it. He just needed the fuck out of that bloody fucking room. 

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nottheangel-raphael​:

Raphael’s brows rose, his heightened sense of hearing easily picking up Bolt’s muffled plea and the slightest hint of disgust behind it. Still, he so loved listening to that word, no matter the partner, and even more so when it came from someone he knew hated him and every moment of this. His magic limbs paused in their efforts of constricting and fucking Bolt, though they never strayed away from the slave. The only one that disappeared, however, was the gag so that Raph could hear his poor victim more clearly. “That’s more like it,” he replied, smirking wide with his interest now piqued. “Please what?” Oh, he couldn’t wait to hear the answer to this. 

Of all the restraints and things violating his body the gag probably bothered him the least, but of course it was the only one the fucking vampire removed. He was still blind, still hanging like a side of beef helpless in the air, and his ass was still being stuffed by the fucking thing, but of course the vampire only let him talk to hear the words Bolt least wanted to say. And of course Bolt wasn’t quite sure what to say. In that moment he knew that the monster had won. He didn’t have it in him to fight anymore at least not then, but how the fuck did he admit that and save the little shred of himself he hoped to preserve. 

He squirmed and his body relaxed suddenly as Bolt decided he wasn’t ready for this and just checked out leaving that denied, desperate part of him to deal with the mess he had created. And even that part of Bolt wasn’t thrilled. Oh yes his cock was definitely responding, but the fear was too real for him to be what he craved to be. “Pl-Please I’m sorry Sir. I’ll behave. I don’t wanna be alone any fucking more please.” 

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nottheangel-raphael​:

“I want you to stop lying to yourself,” Raphael replied with a soft hum, trailing his clawed fingers further down Bolt’s arm over his bicep and pausing at the junction where the slave’s shoulder met his neck to add a bit of sharp pressure without breaking skin. Yet. He wanted Bolt to remember just what he could and would do if he didn’t get his way. “Admit what we all already know about you. That you like this. You enjoy being fucked like the submissive bitch you are. And I want you to beg for my cock pounding your sweet ass the way I know you want me to.” The demon pressed one knee onto the bed and leaned in close, dragging his tongue up the slave’s neck and biting hard on his earlobe. “Go on,” he purred, breath hot against Bolt’s ear. “Say it.” 

‘Maybe being gimp won’t be so bad. Might even turn some of these fuckers off.’ was Bolt’s first thought as Raphael made it clear what he’d have to do to keep from getting carved up. Of course even as he thought it he knew it wasn’t the kind of thought he could follow up on. He could protest all he wanted, but if it cost him the use of his arm or arms because who the fuck knew how much the bastard would carve him up it wouldn’t be worth it. Of course at the same time he wasn’t admitting shit. Because it wasn’t true. There was a part of him that craved just what the other described, but that was a part of himself Bolt had divorced himself from years ago. But the other part maybe that he could say. The thought of begging for anything made him feel slightly nauseous, but it was clear he was going to have to compromise at least a little. He gagged even as he shivered as the other moved over him his tongue trailing up his neck and then those teeth biting at his fucking ear in a way that had him moaning. 

He flushed and glared at the other still looking at those claws. If he was a different man he’d already be begging, but he still couldn’t quite decide that being carved up was in fact worse than begging. 

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merekhopper​:

 Merek was sure that he had some twisted world view, or at least he was sure people would tell him that.  Krovs had certainly warped his view of certain things, but the psionic didn’t see anything wrong with others treating him as a sex toy.  It was almost always fun for the servant.  “You think my ass is perky, hm?”  He smiled, looking a touch smug about that before he shrugged.  “What’s one more master that I owe a favor to?  Besides, you being all mopey in this costume isn’t fun and you should at least slightly enjoy yourself.”

Bolt snorted as the other of course clung to the part about his ass rather than everything else he said. “Calm the fuck down. Yeah you have a great perky ass that don’t mean your gonna be choking on my dick anytime soon. The rest of these fuckers might see a nice ass and find themselves unable to resist, but I can resist just fucking fine.” Then he snorted unable to sound as grumpy as he wanted at the prospect of getting out of his costume. Even naked would be better than the fucking shell. “But I might have a drink with you if you can get me the fuck out of this thing.” 

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sanson-laurent​:

‘Prissy’ definitely seemed to be one of the man’s favorite insults and Sanson was rather curious as to why. To him, a sense of decorum was part of being a man. Perhaps it was simply a difference in culture and how each of them was raised. Someone like the slave would have been thought of as the lowest of people during his time as a human: uncouth, loud, brash, utterly incorrigible. Still, he was up for the challenge. This slave was giving him the most fun he had ever had in the castle so he was certainly not going to let him go forever, maybe a few days. He needed to be swift, though, or someone else might take him. 

Leaning forward, he bit down just a little on the slave’s ear then whispered to him. “This prissy bitch has you locked up. What does that say about you?” He could feel the slave trying to shake his head and rather than pull him back, Sanson let his hand move with the motions just a bit, keeping the pulling constant rather than allowing it to increase. He was going to be one to decide how much or how little pain the slave felt, not the other way around. From what he was gathering, it was more about control than pain that would cause the man to moan like that, a very nice sound. 

When the man started speaking again, Sanson hummed. Well, it was a start. At least he was learning not to curse. The ‘sugar on top’ line made the slave sound like a little child working out how to make their request as sickeningly sweet as possible and the vampire laughed again. “I wonder how your friends would feel if they heard you speak this way…” he mused, giving the slave’s length a short tug. Moving slightly, he placed himself directly in front of the man in an attempt to force him to look at the vampire. “One last thing, you have my word. Tell me, honestly, why you need to leave this room.”  

There was a lot about the situation that Bolt didn’t like, but how easily the other seemed to read him fucked with his head the most. It was also the most dangerous part. Of all the fucking Masters who wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone Sanson was the only one who seemed to be able to systematically dig his way to his dirty secret. Oh a few of the other had reduced him to something he despised, but it wasn’t this. It wasn’t that part of him that Bolt found so very shameful. He had begged for other and screamed and worse, but none of them had figured him out so fucking easily. 

And if that wasn’t bad enough Bolt was pretty sure there was a fucking thing he could do about it. The prissy little bastard was probably going to take notes or some shit later. But the fact that the other was winning was clear as day to Bolt especially when the other didn’t let him cause himself anymore pain. Bolt wasn’t sure if it was just a control thing or if he had realized the pain helped him deal with the need, but either fucking way it was really fucking annoying. He couldn’t even hurt himself when he needed to. He groaned his cock dripping with that need as the same need built in his chest and he was doing his best to stamp down that part of him that was insisting that it was their turn to just fucking let go. 

Then he flinched as the other mentioned his friends and Bolt couldn’t help the wave of shame and pleasure that came with it. His heart started to race just a little bit more as he felt so close to fucking breaking. Any other time he would have lied perhaps threatened the other, but just keeping himself from begging the other to not stop was hard enough. And he definitely needed this to stop. After a moment he closed his eyes not liking how helpless that made him as he couldn’t even see what was going to happen next to brace for it, but this was not something he could say looking at anyone else. “I can’t be like this again. Never ever fucking again."

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sanson-laurent​:

The cheesecake was rather good. Despite the biting words of his company, he was really enjoying eating it. That hardly meant he was going to abandon his plans to have the slave brought to him on a regular basis. Even if he did not end up claiming him, he would still play with the man. The threat of the room appeared to be the one that got the biggest reaction so he kept it in his proverbial back pocket for later. If he used it every time, the threat would lose its potency until he actually went through with it again and that would involve a great deal of effort. Could he break the slave during one of the sessions he wanted to have? Would it be worth the change be worth it? He rather liked the slave as he was now. 

His eyes moved to the hands curling around the table’s edge and he had to keep himself from going over and making the slave let go. What he did would depend on how the man acted. If the table was flipped, he would very much be chaining the slave up again, possibly for a few days. “I can’t?” he asked, “why not? If I claim you, I can do whatever I like. This includes chaining you. Don’t worry, I’ll send someone up to make sure you get something to eat. Or I’ll feed you myself when I remember.” At any time that he did not have the slave chained, he would need to make sure his most important things were secure in some area of the suite that the man could not get to. There were a few things that Sanson could not afford to have ruined. 

“I’m sure you will and like an adult you will then have no problem facing the consequences of your actions, yes?” His own eyes were half lidded as he stared back at the slave, meeting his glare. “Who said I wanted a lap dog? If I did, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.” 

If he was anyone else he might have just stopped arguing and agreed to disagree. But Bolt wasn’t one to give up on a fight even a verbal one. Especially since the other was dead wrong. And absolutely fucking insane. And it didn’t help that the other was clearly thinking about how to keep him under control and the fact that the other was giving it serious thought fucking terrified him. And of course scared meant he’d never back down. 

“Yeah I’m a mother fucking adult that you ain’t doing nothing to you smug mother fucking pretty boy.” He glared as the other continued and then glowered as the other assured him he didn’t want a lap dog. "Fuck this shit I’m outta here.” He spoke abruptly standing, but for once managing to do nothing violent. He didn’t even turn the table over though he dearly wanted to.