Psychological Warfare

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

#The Bait #c: Theodora #Christopher x Theodora #One last touch

streetrat-theo‌:

Theo flinched from the touch, even shoving the hand away this time with a small huff and eyes down. She moved away quickly and moved to go walk back the way they came, not caring if the other followed or not. She just wanted to get away and get back in the cells…away from the other. Away from all this….so she could stop thinking about ‘being a good girl’.

He watched her walk away for a little, clearly, she had been affected by his words. Funny how his hit had her barely moving, and yet a single word had her running for the hills. And her tears, how precious they were. Was it wrong that he wanted more? Maybe, but when has he ever done the proper thing.

Catching up to her he walked behind her like a bodyguard would. Already inside he said nothing, he simply placed his hand on her waist and turned her to the left when she had started to turn a wrong right.

Ten Thousand Ways to Lose || Christopher & Paimom

For @demon-paimon:

Just when he thought things were getting better, it all came rushing down. His hands were covered in blood, he wasn’t all that certain how it had happened. The master remember screams, he remembered tears, not his, but seeing them had made him feel like he was crying his own pain away. So he wanted more, he got more, and then there was only blood.

The crimson liquid covered most of his clothes as he walked the dark hallways of the cells. Was he looking for someone else, or was he just going away? His mind couldn’t focus enough for him to be certain. ‘You should leave’. He heard his own voice saying it. ‘Or maybe you should just find someone new to play with’ the other voice said, it almost sounded like him, but it had a different pronunciation of some words like it was someone else using his voice.

His shoulder hit something hard, for a second the master thought he had hit a brick wall. Only for his eyes to focus and the shape of a familiar demon to form in front of him. Christopher extended his hand out, touching the creature's shoulder, mostly to see if he was really there and not a creation of his imagination. Hitting something solid he pulled his hand to himself once again.

#Ten Thousand Ways to Lose #p: Paimon #Christopher x Paimon #here have a broken Christopher

WANTED PLOTS

This list will be updated as plots are taken or added. Most plots will be open to one person only, others may be played with more than one character.

The childhood friend: The only person that knows everything about Christopher life and knows him sometimes even better than he knows himself. Open to: M/F/NB Master/Mistress or Slave [40-45]

The Ex: After the death of his wife, Christopher tried to date again. Things didn’t go as expected. Open to: M/F/NB Master/Mistress or Slave

The Frienemy: Kepp your friends close and your enemies even closer. Open to: M/F/NB Master/Mistress or Demon

The Mentee : Dominating is an art form that not everyone can appreciate, Christopher is more than happy to pass his knowledge along. Open to: M/F/NB Master/Mistress or slave (maybe)

The Pet: Any good Master must have his good pet. This relation may or may not be sexual. Open to: M/F/NB Slave

The Guard Dog: Most of the time Christopher does not like to get his hands dirty, so having someone that he can use to do his dirty work is always nice. Open to: M/F/NB Slave

The little Psycho: It is no secret that Christopher has a twisted imagination. This person thrives on it and does it’s best to prove to the master they can be as twisted as him. This relation may or may not be sexual. Open to: M/F/NB Slave

The Spy: Christopher likes information, the better it is, the grateful he can be. This relation may or may not be sexual. Open to: M/F/NB Slave

The Secret: Christopher caught you doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Now he holds that over your head. You are in his hand and must do anything the Master demands. Open to: anyone.

The Phone Operator: A number missed dialed end up in a phone sex experience that still this day Christopher can’t explain. No matter the case they still call each other from time to time even if they have never seen each other. Open to: anyone

#wanted plots

Boys will be Boys || Christopher & Christian

#Boys will be Boys #p: Christian #Christopher x Christian #Event: Dracula’s Castle

christianxborgia‌:

It seemed his speediness had been appreciated by the Master, even if the drink choice hadn’t been perfect. When the man voiced his favorite drink, it made Christian wonder what made him privy to such information. Would he be his so-called beer wench for the night? Fetching drinks was an easy enough task though he doubted he was wanted for just that. From what he experienced in the last two years in this hell hole, he could only surmise his clothes would soon be on the floor and his mouth being used like a glory hole. At least this man was attractive. The attractive ones always fancied it rough.

“I will remember that, sir,” he dipped his head in acknowledgement and then sipped his own beverage. The gardens were intriguing and had this Master not invited him there, he would have missed seeing them all together. “A game?” His voice piped up. “If it pleases you, Master, then yes. I’d fancy a game.” Christian wondered what game they’d play. Perhaps a little hide and seek with the wolf chasing the rabbit. It’s clear who would be whom in that depiction. Even in his human life he enjoyed giving a good chase.

"Sir will suffice...” There were only two situations where Christopher liked to be addressed as Master, when he, in fact, owned someone, or when he was buried deep inside them. Aside from that, the word had no meaning to him. “And yes, It does please me...”. Christopher reached for a gold coin he had in his pocket and played with it in his hand, making the coin move between his fingers. It was a fun trick, one that had taken him years to perfect.

“I’ve hidden a coin such as this in the middle of the maze...“ he looked out to the garden as the green intertwined into an elaborate root. The master himself wasn’t sure the maze had an end. “If you find it... you get to make a request and have it fullied...“ he turned back to the boy. “Do you have something you want that you can’t have?... maybe you want to fuck a cute little slave... or maybe you want to be fucked by someone... I’m sure I can make that happen...“ Christopher found himself wondering what the other would pick.

“Are you up for the challenge...“

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

Theo was still tensed still, feeling tears start to escape out of her eyes and streak down her freckled cheeks. She didnt believe him. They never wouldnt call her that. They always called her that at some point…especially men in suits. Theo sniffled a little, reaching up to rub away the tears roughly. “I wanna go back.” Her first words to anyone since being down here…soft, quiet, and bitter. She didnt want to be anywhere near the other right now, wanting distance so she could go like her festering wounds alone.

It was hard for Christopher to explain his enjoyment of tears. Since he was a boy and pulled little girls pigtails to make them cry he knew he liked them. The feel of them in his hands, the taste on his lips. So seeing her cry made him want to kiss her tears away, and he almost did. But then she spoke. The mute feral animal spoke.

Caught by surprise, he was certain it had shown in his face. It took him a second to hide the surprise. His hand reached up and cleaned another fallen tear, quickly, but far more softly than she had done it. “Okay... I’ll take you back...”. His hand pointed to the path back. The master waited for her to turn, before bringing his thumb to his lips. What a sweet taste.

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

Ooooooh she didnt like that. Her fists clenched and her freckled face even started to turn a little red as she stopped right in her tracks and flashed him a deadly, piercing glare. That nickname brought back haunting memories of the men who had used her before, how they would purr and coo at her when they were done…saying how great she was through her shocked tears and sobs. She didnt need to communicate that it was clear the other had crossed a serious line. She was doing everything to not cry, but damn it her eyes were burning.

He was not all that surprised by her reaction. He had seen it before. Everyone had triggers in their heads, and calling young girls good as they stay quiet and do what they are told even when they are being abused was just a normal thing. He himself had done it to his own daughter, only he had not beaten her and he made her crave his touch, Raggedy here, hadn’t been so lucky.

He could see it now, some old man on top of her, calling her ‘good girl’ as he rapped her probably after a good damn beating. “It’s okay Raggedy...I won’t call you that anymore...” funny how he had called her Raggedy Ann without even realizing how much of a rag doll she really was. It really fitted her more than any name she could ever have “Would you like that?!”

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

It was the smirk that told her that she didnt want to go that way. It reminded her of that beefy master who had molested her at the party, then sicked the guards on her. The girl looked over towards the right path, rubbing the arm they had broken before heaving an annoyed sigh and moving to follow the other on the left. She hated following orders, especially from men….but she couldnt risk something like that again.

As she moved to follow the left path as he originally instructed, he didn’t gloat or smirk that she followed his command, in fact, his face remaining the same straight one he had before.

"Now that’s a good girl...” The praise was both meant as a praise, because she did ended up following up his order, but also to test her reaction to it. She felt like a stubborn little one, that much rather not follow orders because following them probably never gain her much, so he wondered how being called good for following an order would make her act.

hogwartsisms

the doctor is in // fauna + chris

#The doctor is In #p: Fauna #Christopher x Fauna

littlefaunaainsworth‌:

faunas stomach twisted a little, she had a bad feeling about this. she took the other girls hand and smiled at her. “looks like we’re going on an adventure.” she told her and then squeezed the hand that was clasped in her tiny one. all she wanted was to make sure that they made it out with as little damage as possible.

the knives on the table quickly dispelled any idea that they would make it out completely unscathed, faunas mind started ticking. where was all that kid genius intelligence when she needed it. she began chaining the other girl to the chair.

“so is this some like kidnapper thing or something.. because i make a really great victim..”

At least the girl had the presence of mind to not question the request to chain the other girl up. Funny enough she didn’t offer herself to be chained. She was maybe smarter than she led on, or maybe just selfish. All that talk to cheer up others was clearly just a show when push came to shove, the girl would put herself first. Interesting.

“I don’t remember saying you could talk...“ the master growled his back turn to both girls. She was lucky he had questions for her, or her mouth would be stapled shut. Returning, Christopher checked the restains, making sure the girl had done a decent job at restraining her little friend. He just redid the restrain around the girl's neck before pressing a button on the chair that leaned the girl back and raised the body high enough to have her at the level of his waist.

Losing no time, Christopher pressed the blade on his hand under the new patient’s sternum moving to down on a path to the other’s belly button.

ilanreyes‌:

“Maybe I should start taking money for the possibility of the bartender crossing me someday.” He was definitely joking about it, you could tell that really easily from the slight grin on his lips and just by the tone of his voice.

Ilan raised his brow at the master’s words and then chuckled “Run after him like some lost puppy and then potentially get kicked down the stairs ‘cause I followed? Yeah no thanks. Plus why would I follow in the first place? I ain’t five. Besides, he knows where I am if he regrets his decision of walking out of the bar.”

Now that was a fun reaction, Christopher had in no way intended to compare the other to a lovesick puppy. Much on the other hand, when he mention if the other should have gone after the master he meant it in the sense the other should be worried that the person that rented him had lost the interest so damn fast.

“What worries you the most?... the puppy part of the kicked down the stairs part?!“ To the master knowledge, when someone brings a subject up is because they liked it or they fear it. No one ever brings potatoes up because most of the time, no one cares about potatoes.

“Did it ever occurred to you that the master might want to play hide and seek?“

#The one at the Bar #p: Ilan #Christopher x Ilan

ilanreyes‌:

Ilan surely hoped this guy wouldn’t shoot the messenger, because getting shot didn’t feel nice. And some master surely had some fucked up kink that involved guns and Ilan wasn’t enjoying those ones. But as this master seemed to be fine with his drink, Ilan definitely felt some level of relief which only showed out as a small grin. “Good to hear. I might have made sure the bartender wouldn’t do the same mistake twice.” Okay, Ilan wasn’t a violent guy and he wasn’t truly sure what he’d do to make sure the bartender wouldn’t make him suffer for their mistake, but he did have extremely good imagination so the bartender surely wouldn’t enjoy whatever he’d came up with.

He sat down on the offered chair and chuckled a bit at the master’s question. “Technically no, but he did disappear somewhere quite a long ago, so I guess in a way I’m still on a rent without really being on one.”

Most of the time Christopher felt like he was in a playground. Sometimes because he felt like he could play with everything at his sight. But there were times where he just felt like he was surrounded by little kids. And while finding someone that was older than him or around his physical age wasn’t that difficult if he set his mind to it, it wasn’t the general rule in this place.

“I would pay to see that...” he actually would, mostly because the other didn’t seem to have a violent bone in him. He looked artistic like he could be creative, but violent, not really. But then again, the master has been wrong before.

“And shouldn’t have you gone after him?... He might be in trouble...“ he did his best to remain a straight face, but the idea, or maybe the alcohol was making want to laugh at the idea.

#The one at the Bar #p: Ilan #Christopher x Ilan

seeing-red-arrow

#the daddy #Hell has a face: Pictures #If you see this face it means you are fucked or about to be

Plans are of little importance, but planning is essential.

ilanreyes‌:

The signal the man gave to him was pretty easy to understand, so Ilan went to the bar counter, asked the bartender to make the same drink the man had ordered before, and once Ilan had the drink in his hand he walked to the man’s table. He gave him a smile and set the drink in front of him before sitting down with his own drink. “If the drink is a wrong one, blame the bartender and his bad memory. But hello.”

Oh good, a smart one. Thank the Devil for small favors. Christopher took the drink and study it. It was the same drink he had been nursing before. “I am a firm believer in shooting the messager...” he was still looking at the drink “people say not to, but then again you do have to channel your emotions somewhere...” He finally took a sip of his drink “Lucky for you, the bartender didn’t fuck you over...”.

Christopher pointed to the chair ahead of him, the other was well dressed and clearly had done a good job when getting him a drink. The master had watched the other long enough to know no one had been sitting next to him, that only added to his own curiosity.

“Was someone kind enough to give you the night off?!“

#The one at the Bar #p: Ilan #Christopher x Ilan

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

Theo continued glaring at the other, still rubbing her cheek a little as the other backed away and motioned to the left walk way. Her other hand clenched and unclenched a little, teeth gritted as she thought about it. Theo finally shook her head again, staying stubborn.

Christopher could be a reasonable man, and most of the time he did had his reasons to say and do what he did. The left path was no different, he knew the right one would work as well, but it was what waited on the right path he wanted to avoid. Calmly he stepped closer to the girl, matching her glare. “Go on then... Go right” the words came out as a dare, a knowing smirk showing up on his lips for just a second before fading into his harsh expression.

When he walked into the cells he had a comply different plan, this was until he saw her. seeing her made him want something calmer, made him want silence. But she was pushing him and he was nothing if not flexible. Well, maybe not flexible, more adaptable. Might as well have his fun and teach her a lesson.

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

The touch was met with more of a reaction than the hit. If anything, it was a reaction that should have been met with the hit. The girl flinched away like the man’s hand was made of fire with a soft gasp, immediately putting a safe few feet between them as her glare intensified. Touch, especially when it was with men, was not something she welcomed….especially when it was kind.

Just like he had assumed. The caring touch had gain more of a reaction than the slap did. Her head had adapted to what she knew and reacted to what was strange to her. As she stepped back, his hand moved up, much like he had done the night he took the chains from her. The glare was met with a small smile, an almost pitiful one.

Stepping back he turned and his hand pointed to the path to the left. Maybe now she would take it.

The Bait - Christopher & Theo

streetrat-theo‌:

Theo took the hit like a champ. Her small form barely moved he landed the hit, obviously the feral girl having taken harder hits before. Cheek red and hot, she turned her head and glared at the other with a snort. She reached up to rub her cheek, trying to elevate the sting. He hit like he had done it before…maybe there aws someone else in his life he pushed around. Theo stood there, glaring at him…not ready to obey just yet.

Her reaction to the slap only confirmed what he had always been suspecting ever since she first hissed at him, she was no stranger to being beaten. In fact, if he had to bet he would say that her feral state came from a long time of abuse. Him beating on her wouldn’t do anything that she hadn’t already experienced. Much like dogs are able to sustain abuse, she also had built a tolerance for the pain because that was all she knew.

So he did the one thing he was certain she wouldn’t be expecting. His hand came up and covered hers, rubbing the same place he had hitten her before. It was in no way an apology, he had nothing to feel sorry for. But that would get a reaction from her. While he was certain she had been beaten before, he would bet no one ever touched her in a non-threating or sexual way. Was she even able to see that, or any touch would be seen as a threat?

A Blast from the Past || Christopher & Jubilee