Greyson Bouchard

Greyson Bouchard Canadian / 35 / 6'2 Beta Werewolf Guard Versatile Ex-CSOR ISTJ (sideblog main at Oskar)

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krovsallyn‌: 

“Why would you need to sully yourself with garbage? Make one of the maids do it. He was trash in life, he’ll be trash in death.” the master said evenly eyeing the man who spoke to him. A guard. “Make suggestions then. I want something that won’t piss me off to the point I kill it on accident. And if I do kill it. I want to be able to eat it. This one tasted vile.” 

Greyson hummed with a little nod to his head, “That’s what I meant, sir, just that I can call ‘em for you.” he gave a little lopsided grin and sighed, “Well, for robust slaves....” Greyson continued to give three names of slaves that had staying power, that weren’t weak and had proven themselves quite capable in his eyes, “You could look to staff or other masters though you would have to temper yourself if you got angry with them.”

[kristofer98435]

Coping...

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frost98435‌:

Krov’s was never an easy place for Frost to live. There were so many boys being treated unfairly or harshly and there was so little he could do about it. But now it seemed even harder since he didn’t have Jay to soothe away the harsher truths that surrounded you in Krov’s. The intimate moments he had shared with Jay had always been harder for him as he hadn’t really been made for love, but fucking, but he was beginning to understand that softer loving moments had made Krov’s so much easier. And of course leaving wasn’t an option after all his best chance of finding Jay again was at Krov’s. The chance of him finding him anywhere else was almost astronomical. But that meant for the moment he needed to find a way to deal with the building frustration in his system. 

And of course with Frost that meant sex and that explained why he was standing in front of a dart board holding out a dart. “Come on. One dart loser is the winner’s bitch all night long. Winner gets to do whatever they want.” His tone was a bit gruff and probably as close to aggressive as he ever got, but the truth was that Frost was horrible at darts. And he knew he had probably picked it because of that fact. He didn’t want to hurt someone else, because of the storm of emotions stirring in his chest that he simply wasn’t equipped to deal with so perhaps the best way to let it out was to let someone else hurt him in the only way he could deal with. And subconsciously he was pretty sure he deserved to be punished anyways why else would Jay be taken from him only a little more than a year after Thaddeus had been taken from him. 

Greyson sighed as he watched Frost trying to bait another master into a game of darts, winner take all so to speak. The other master didn’t bite, probably for the best honestly, Greyson knew that losing a slave was hard for some masters who built relationships with them. It wasn’t something he approved of, per say, but there was nothing that could be done about it. It was a life lesson that some choose not to learn. Over and over and over again...

“I’ll take that bet.” Greyson stated as he came up beside the vampire with a little grin, “We each get one dart and whoever’s closest to the middle is the winner? That about right?” Frost was likely looking for an outlet and since he didn’t seem to want to take it out with a slave, Greyson would step up and “take one for the team”. Not that it was likely to be a difficult thing with the master as he was. 

[greysonbouchard]

krovsallyn·:

“All my play things end up being so damn fragile.” Allyn sighed in frustration as he kicked the dead body on the ground before him. The ghoul was getting bored with the castle and what it had to offer. Nothing was interesting anymore. What had once made him laugh with amusement he just now found pathetic. The salves were boring, the masters were boring. But that was bound to happen when one walked the heavens before earth existed. 

“Shall I have that taken care of for you, sir?” Greyson asked, eyes on the corpse for a moment before looking at the councilman with a small smile, “If you need someone more.. robust, I can make some suggestions from the stock we have.” He wasn’t sure he wanted to offer up himself, not if the man would take a slave, but as a last resort he would, without hesitation. 

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kkang-zi:

Kang had seen this new guard in the Undercroft recently, walking around like he knew the place well and not at all like someone who was new, allowing the kirin to think that the man had just returned from some time away. Back in the day, Kang had made it a point to know all the guards so he could find out who he could sort of trust, who he needed to stay away from and who he could make use of if needed. It was something that served him well and he was taking his time to have it serve him now. 

This guard held himself in a way that spoke of discipline, which meant that he possibly came from a military background, which also meant that he might be someone who was stricter with the slaves. Kang was going to have to tread carefully with him.

He knocked on the door and opened it when he heard the voice from inside inviting him in. The kirin entered the room, holding himself in a way that was as non-threatening as possible as he looked the man over. 

“Hi,” he said, moving to stand in front of the table. “I was wondering if I could put in a request… Oh, and my name is Kang. We haven’t met yet.”

Another sigh, this one less conspicuous as Greyson sat back a bit, eyeing the man he didn’t recognize as he walked into the office. He wished he’d had the files of the new transfers and acquisitions to read through on the flight over but he supposed he’d have to do with a bit of homework. 

This one though, Greyson’s eyes narrowed a bit with the ‘hi’ and his head moved in irritation at the audacity to have a ‘request’. What did he think this was? A resort? He smelled like a dragon but there was something else in there as well that he couldn’t quite place. Whatever it was, the man was a mutt and despite the fact that the request might actually be legitimate Greyson had pretty much made up his mind already about it as he stood and leaned over, fists supporting his weight as he stared at Kang.

“No, we haven’t met yet, Kang, and no, you can’t put in a request. Get out of my office and find a master to give whatever it is to you.” He didn’t return the favour of a name, there was no point when talking to a slave.

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cove-marcus:

  Marcus looked at Greyson and smiled. It had been awhile since he had seen the man and was almost worried for a second where Greyson had gone to. Maybe because he was fond of the guard. “I have been good. Staff has been not bad,” he answered. “So, what do you run off to?”

“Good, good, glad to hear it.” Greyson replied, genuinely relieved that at least one thing hadn’t been a disaster. It wasn’t much but it was something. He made a little noise and tilted his head, “Had some pack business that needed tending to back in Canada, ended up staying longer than I thought I would need to. Did I miss anything over the Beltane celebration? Previous years have been pretty... spectacular.”

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gotrikkrovs98435:

Gotrik wasn’t one to miss people or let himself get overly attached to any person, but that didn’t mean he didn’t mark a person’s absence or perhaps wondered where they were. Greyson was one on a quickly dwindling list of people he actually liked to spend time with who weren’t a slave.  So upon hearing of his return Gotrik decided it was time to check in. He could have demanded the other come to him, but he wanted to check out if the under croft had anything new or interesting that needed his attention and he tried to be respectful of the other. He wasn’t a vampire, but he deserved more than being treated like an average piece of property. He knocked to be polite, but he didn’t wait for an answer. The knock was a courtesy and nothing more. “I see you have returned.” He looked the other over. “You look tired.” His tone wasn’t quite disapproving, but the boy really should know to take better care of himself. 

It was a relief to see Gotrik face again after so long away and Greyson was actually surprised at how much of a relief it was. He gave a small, lopsided smile and huffed a quiet laugh as he nodded. “I have, yes, and I guess international flights with multiple layovers will do that.” He’d be back to his usual self in no time, he was sure but he obviously looked a little worse for wear, “You look good... as always, how have things been in the last little while?” As he spoke, Greyson stood and moved around to the front of his desk, leaning back against it, keeping things casual but respectful. Back home, he’d had to deal with a lot of bullshit and didn’t have a convenient outlet like he did at Krovs. Maybe there was a bit of pent up frustration and tension in him but he’d swear up one side and down the other that it was just the jet lag.

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cove-marcus:

  Marcus had heard that Greyson was back and so he wanted to see the male. Marcus had missed seeing Grayson around and wanted to check on him. “Good to see you again Greyson,” he said as he walked toward the male with a smile. 

Greyson smiled lightly as he gave a little dip to his head when Marcus came into his office. He stood, moving around his desk and then hesitated before extending a hand in greeting as anything else seemed too forward to him. For his part anyway, if Marcus wanted more, Greyson would gladly comply. “Likewise... how have you been? Slaves treating you right? Any staff I need to set straight?” 

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rhettkelley:

Rhett had wanted to ask where Greyson was. He started to ask a couple of times while being escorted around by other guards, but common sense won out. It wasn’t his business where the wolf was and attracting too much attention was bad for them both. So he kept quiet, occasionally sneaking away to knock at Greyson’s door, hoping he might answer. 

And then, finally, he caught a hint of Greyson’s scent. So subtle that no one would’ve noticed unless they were searching for it and Rhett had been, every day. He followed it, encouraged it as it became stronger the closer he got to his office. For a moment, he considered simply bursting in, but time had passed - who knew if Greyson even wanted to keep up with whatever the fuck they were doing.

Stomach in knots, Rhett knocked on the door - he had to know, had to make sure the guard was okay. Once he heard Greyson’s familiar, gruff tone, he quickly slipped into the door and shut it behind him - none of the other guards needed to know he was there. “You’re back…” he said softly, staying leaned against the door. 

Rhett. Greyson carefully schooled his expression into something neutral as the hybrid entered his office. The tension in the room spiked at those two soft-spoken words and the guard was up out of his seat and making his way to the other instantly. 

He’d thought that he’d tempered whatever this was between them. Fooled himself into thinking that a few weeks and a few thousand kilometres between them would dull the edge of it back into something appropriate. The way his stomach twisted and heart started pounding proved him so very wrong. 

Maybe Rhett didn’t feel the same way he did, maybe the hybrid had “moved on” to something else and wasn’t interested but Greyson wasn’t thinking about that now. Right now, he needed Rhett and that’s what he was going to get. 

His hand came out and landed on the hybrid’s chest, barely slowing his advancement as he pushed Rhett back harder against the door, crowding him bodily and moving to try and kiss him. There were so many new scents on the man, masters, slaves, maybe staff he hadn’t met yet but Greyson focused on the underlying line, the strong, familiar scent of Rhett. 

[greysonbouchard]

Greyson sighed as he looked at the last months reports, instantly getting a headache. He’d been away for some time, had headed home to Canada to help with some pack business when his friend had called him and, of course, the reunion was bittersweet and he’d ended up staying longer than expected.

It seemed like it was the same shit as when he’d left just with a few new faces in the mix. Still a bit jet lagged, he’d come to his office straight away to start getting caught up so that he could go and see a few key people after he was done and maybe he checked on Rhett as well to see if he’d been claimed and was surprised to see that he wasn’t. That meant his night was taken care of, unless a master stepped in and wanted the hybrid.

There was a knock at the door and he barely looked up as he called for them to enter. Very few people knew he was back so it was likely a friend but at Krovs? At Krovs you never could be 100% sure.

[greysonbouchard]

brokenrebel:

Pleasure is my Business? || Open

It was a whole new stage in slave-hood for Dantri. One more step up the ladder in his depraved life, he was no longer the castle’s to sell for his body, but Hunter’s. At the end of the day, he was still being used by men with money, but now … Now he had to do the legwork himself. 

The slave’s got his own little pathetic booth just for that purpose. A nice little table in one of the larger hallways where he’s sat down shirtless with loose sweats covering his lower half (as the excessive chastity belt Hunter’s dressed him in was not something he needed every passerby to see). He’s got a few papers Hunter gave him to pass out—mostly denoting pricing details, rules, and restrictions. He’s got his own little schedule book too to keep track of it all, and even worse, he’s the one to collect the payments when all is said and done. He couldn’t help but feel a touch nostalgic for when he’d sold slaughtered lamb or home-sewn cotton sweaters at the market when he was young, but this was just one more perversion of his life. One more thing about him that the castle took and destroyed.

“Thank you, Sir,” is all the embarrassed boy can muster when a man finally approaches the strange table. “The, um, the papers explain … The important things …” Even if Dantri had experience selling meat to chefs in a small town isolated from the rest of the world, this was an entirely different animal. He was left completely clueless with nothing other than ‘make up for how much I spent for you.’ Dantri’s fairly certain Hunter sent him out this uninformed just to watch him squirm.

Greyson had heard Hunter had purchased Dantri and was selling him out to others, he was amused and a little surprised by it. Amused because it seemed such a fitting fate for the slave and surprised that Hunter wanted to put up with the flighty bird for good. To each his own. 

Knowledge of the booth came down the grapevine quite fast and Greyson just rolled his eyes at his colleagues for gossiping like women about it. He had rounds to do and he certainly wasn’t going to show the others his eagerness to see Dantri in his new habitat. A quick stop at his office and he was on his way. 

He didn’t rush, of course, made sure to be as diligent as he always was but when he rounded the corner and saw the booth, saw Dantri with a man stuttering over his words like an idiot he couldn’t help his little chuckle. Pulling out the little glass bird, Greyson played with it in his hand as he approached as the other man was leaving. He tossed it up and caught it again as he smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes, “Dantri...” whether the slave would recognize the bird or not remained to be seen, Greyson knew all the shit he’d been through but, oh, if he did...

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hankcassidy:

As soon as seven o’ clock rolled around, Hank was heading out of his office and toward Greyson’s place.  It had been awhile since they’d had the chance to actually just hang out and relax and Hank for one needed it.  The alpha knocked and then just let himself right into the room, glancing around for the other guard.  “Greyson?”

@greysonbouchard

Greyson was off at six, like usual, and took his time heading back to his quarters. It’d be good to get some time with Hank, it had been too long since they’d some something outside of work together and that needed to be remedied. He pulled out the new bottle of scotch he’d gotten the kitchens to order in with their usual stock and set it out before heading to the washroom to clean up a bit. Smiling lightly when he heard Hank enter, Greyson came out and gave a little nod in greeting, “Hank,” he grabbed the bottle and held it up, “Got a bottle of scotch there with our names on it. It’s got that magic in it that makes it metabolize more slowly, so we’ll be able to feel it.”

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logan-theslave:

Logan day up and stuck out his tongue at Greyson “mhm…” he grumbled before pulling off his shirt and pants so he could get more comfortable. He grumbled and cuddled against a pillow “I want food” he grumbled

Rolling his eyes at Logan’s immature actions - honestly, how had he ever been hired as a guard in the first place? - Greyson sighed yet again. He had a feeling there was going to be a lot of sighing and eye rolling being queued up for that night but he’d made a sort-of-but-not-really promise and he’d at least try to honour it. “I already texted the kitchen to double up my usual order. It comes at seven so you have to wait until then. I’m going for a shower... don’t touch my things.” With that, he headed to the bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the shower with a little groan, quickly setting to work on washing away the day’s grime. 

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rhettkelley:

Rhett sighed, leaning back into Greyson’s touch. It felt dangerously good to be held by the guard, to be touched and caressed gently, as if maybe they were lovers on some weird destination vacation and not trapped inside the hellhole of a castle. It was nice to pretend that for a little while and Rhett decided to cling to that fantasy for a bit.

Rhett kissed Greyson back, ignoring the quick words he’d quickly swallowed. He could’ve asked what the werewolf had meant to say, but Rhett was clinging to his fantasy. He wasn’t going to let anything come in between, even the guard’s clumsy words. He wasn’t sure how long they’d have this and he intended to savor it.

“You fuck very well,” Rhett replied, pleased with Greyson’s recovery. It fit perfectly well into his little construct. He nipped the werewolf’s bottom lip and slowly ran his hands up his chest. “I just don’t want you to get bored of me. I’m trying to keep it interesting.” As if they could ever be boring. Their whole little tryst was one of the most dangerous things Rhett had done, and he’d lived quite a wild life. “You can fuck me, but you should be a gentleman and suck my dick first - I’ve had a bad week.” He returned the playful, teasing banter, preferring this to the more serious talk he knew they needed to have. 

Seemed he’d only half shoved his foot in his mouth and Greyson’s touch of a smile grew into an actual smile when Rhett told him he fucked very well. The feel of Rhett’s hands on his chest was at odds with the hybrid’s next statement and Greyson was torn between leaning in a bit and furrowing his brow so he decided to do both. How could he think the werewolf would ever get bored of him? The cheeky playfulness returned though and he snorted happily, his own hands moving over the other man’s body. 

Starting to walk backwards, Greyson made sure Rhett was tight close with him as he headed towards the bed. “Gentleman...” he scoffed quietly and with laughter in his tone. When he got to the bed he turned and sat Rhett down on the bed, still in his space with his hands on the mattress so the other’d have to lean back a bit while they kissed. One hand came up to the back of Rhett’s neck to help support him a bit and to give him more leverage to deepen the kiss before breaking it and resting their foreheads together, “My mom raised me t’be a gentleman.”

Another quick kiss before he was getting down to one knee and pulling at Rhett’s sweats so he could get his cock out. A couple of strokes as he looked up with an uncharacteristic glint in his eye and he bent down, taking the hybrid into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the hardening shaft. 

[heinricus-rex]

A Heavier Hand | Heinrich & Greyson

[greysonbouchard]

heinricus-rex:

“Mr Bouchard,” Heinrich was seated behind his office table as he looked at the man standing stock still in front of him, immediately recognising and approving of the way he held himself when he entered. “As you know, I have recently returned after many years away from this castle and have been trying to figure out why it’s descended into this state of disarray.” 

The vampire moved a hand to rest against his chin before he continued, “I would like you to give me your own assessment of this place. Do you think it’s being run in a satisfactory manner?”

Greyson knew an appreciative look when he saw one, probably due to Heinrich’s military background, but he didn’t take that as a sign to relax and maintained his professional demeanour as always, giving a little nod to acknowledge the man’s return. It was a good thing he did since the councilman’s next statement was off-putting to say the least. A state of disarray? 

Straightening his back a little, Greyson licked his lips and gave a small nod. “Yes, sir, I do. There are issues, a few problem slaves, a normal thing with this amount of men in a small space and with the nature of the work itself but I believe we have things well in hand.” If Heinrich wanted him to elaborate, he would, but for now he kept his answers directly related to the question asked. He wasn’t entirely sure what Heinrich’s endgame was and didn’t want to overstep his bounds.

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cove-marcus:

  “It’s only a matter of time before the trail of blood leads here and a monster shows their face,” Marcus replied back. The vampire hated that he was scared for the first time in centuries he was scared and worried. “I find it funny that I am scared, I forgot what fear felt like. This is really out of my character.”

Greyson let out a small breath but tried to keep his patience in check. It was a simple question but apparently not a simple answer. “Do we need to prepare, Marcus, is he a threat? The castle will protect you but I need to know what we’re dealing with.” Marcus himself was a formidable man and if he was scared it was likely that the threat was real enough, “Nothing wrong with a bit of fear, as long as you don’t let it paralyze you.”

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rhoankennedy:

“I ain’t lookin’ to get hired.  Besides, I’m a slave, don’t think they’d promote me to somethin’ like that.”  Rhoan replied with a little grin, keeping in step with Greyson as he shot the other man an amused look.  “Nah, I’ve been tryin’ to keep my head down.  I’m not in a hurry to deal with another punishment like that any time soon.”

“Seen a guard go to a slave but never a slave to a guard.” it would never happen, very, very rarely slaves were snatched up by masters to be PAs and the butler, Florian, was an ex-slave but he was a special case but a guard? No. Greyson was sure of it, “I wouldn’t doubt it. I’m surprised you’re still down here, keep expecting to see you in the reports getting claimed but it’s been a while. Keeping your head too far down?” Not that he really cared but Greyson knew it was usually - usually - better for slaves to be claimed and out of the Undercroft and Rhoan wasn’t usually - usually - too terrible to talk to.

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rhettkelley:

Rhett had been purposely keeping a low profile in the Undercroft. He hadn’t wanted to attract the attention of any masters or guards who might want to use him. The thought of having sex or being forced to suck another cock had made him feel physically ill. As the werewolf kissed him, touched him, led him toward the bed, he finally understood why. Greyson was the only one he wanted.

He was so fucking stupid. They both were.

But he wasn’t going to let it stop. His own hands worried Greyson’s clothes, pulling off what he could methodically until their bare skin touched. He broke their kiss so he could taste the guard’s neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down the side. “We should really talk,” he muttered against the guard’s skin, though he wasn’t sure he could pull away if he wanted. “You know, after I fuck you..”

Greyson huffed out a breath, swearing in his head as he helped get their clothes off as much as he could with his hands so eager to be directly on Rhett’s skin. This time there would be no cock cage to interfere, no master hanging over their heads demanding proof of their play. There was still the castle, of course, still the fact that Rhett was a slave and Greyson a guard with no power to get the man released. It was a lot, if you thought about it, but the good thing about the mind was that it was capable of blocking certain things out whilst engaged in other certain things and Greyson took full advantage of that. 

Time to ignore reality, just for a short while.

“Christ...” Greyson tilted his head to the side before nuzzling in against Rhett’s shoulder, the other man’s kisses making his skin tingle in the best of ways. Holding Rhett tightly against him, one of Greyson’s hands slid up his back and into his hair, lightly massaging the hybrid’s hair. We should really talk Greyson snorted quietly but it was less dismissive than it was unsure but Rhett’s second comment had him tensing slightly, “I don’t let-” the rote words were out before he could stop them but he managed not to finish the sentence ‘I don’t let slaves fuck me’. Rhett wasn’t just a slave. Rhett was more but Greyson wasn’t sure if he could do it. 

Still keeping Rhett close, Greyson moved so he could kiss him. It was a gentle thing, far, far too gentle and he narrowed his eyes slightly, playful with a hint of a smile on his lips as he searched Rhett’s eyes. “You tellin’ me I don’t fuck well?” he was teasing, very lightly.