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name: sebastian dalton age: thirty-three occupation: staff @ haus (showrunner & dancer @ sapphire strip club) position: bottom // switch (rarely submissive) power bottom top kinks: public sex, BDSM, teasing, body worship, roleplay, cum facials face claim: darren criss
BIOGRAPHY
Looking back at his past, Sebastian wouldâve likely scoffed at his own beginnings, rolling his eyes and commented at the clichĂ© that heâd been living. The bird in a golden cage. Born to upper-class, conservative parents, heâd been raised in luxury, owning just about any material possession a child couldâve asked for, receiving the best education money could afford. Private teachers, nannies, even event planners to organize his birthday parties⊠Sebastian had grown used quickly to receiving attention from just about anybody, with the exception of his own parents of course. It was almost ridiculous how well the pair fit the mold of rich, conservative upper-class elitists, throwing money at all of their problems, treating their son more like a status symbol than showing any true care. At the very least, thatâs how Sebastian experienced his childhood; from his perspective, his parents seemed distant and cold, strangers more than family. Of course, that also made it easier to distance himself further from them.
His life was comfortable, yet stale, and as he grew into his teenage years, Sebastian began to resent the mold his parents tried to press him into. He could have anything he craved, and yet instead began to seek out the things that seemed out of reach, forbidden. He revolted, sneaking into clubs way before he hit the legal age, drinking and experimenting with light drugs while still in high school. Ironically, none of that was more than a mild nuisance to his parents - but his sexuality was what hit a nerve with them. Originally, Sebastian started fooling around with boys more out of an attempt to provoke more than anything; quickly he realized though that indeed he was much more attracted to men than women, and even more so after he realized how it bothered his parents. Heâd leave porn scattered around the house on purpose, heâd have boys over and make sure his mother would walk in on them⊠One day, he even seduced his fatherâs best friend, sucking the man off in his parentsâ bed. The breaking point came that night, when the two came home early, finding Sebastian naked, in said manâs lap, riding his dick with no shame or inhibition. Hours later, the young man found himself out on the street, being told to not return until heâd given up on his lifestyle. However, he had no intention of doing that.
Barely eighteen years old, Sebastian chose to cut all ties to his upbringing right there and then; the classmates at his private school would never see him again, and he wasnât going to spend a second missing any of them. Instead, he paid for a bus ticket, spent the next few weeks hopping from one affairâs bedroom to the next, until reality kicked in and he had to find a way to make money. As much as he hated his privileged upbringing, it certainly had been convenient, and he struggled to find a place to stay and care for himself, until eventually one of his lovers used his contacts to get the boy a job at a gay bar. Gogo dancing wasnât going to get him rich, but it was enough to pay for a small apartment above the club, and over time he grew popular and skilled enough to make plenty of tips each night. Sooner rather than later, men showed interest in paying extra for services that went further than just a lap dance, and Sebastian was all too willing to put his talents to use in order to make money.
It was a humble, almost pitiful life compared to the wealth heâd grown up in, but he was content, not necessarily looking to give up the job anytime soon - until one night, a scout from the Haus of Perses mingled with the audience of his show. Sebastian of course was unaware whose attention he had caught, simply seducing the stranger like any other man, with his movements, his gaze meeting the otherâs, the subtle touch when he got closer. Hours later, a lap dance had - as so many times before - led to more, and when the stranger offered him a job at the Haus, Sebastian found himself surprised and genuinely excited for the first time in a long time. Without much thinking, he accepted, and began to work at the Haus of Perses. A place where he could hone many more skills and talents that went beyond rolling his hips in an enticing manner. And with every passing day, week, month, even year, he aimed to fulfil every single desire - both those of the clients as well as his own.
Being a whore still wasnât the most glamorous job, even at a luxury brothel like the Haus, but it still gave him validation and self-worth beyond what heâd imagined. No longer did he secretly get paid extra to take someone upstairs or into the back alley for a quick, sneaky fuck. At the Haus, Sebastian could fully explore his fantasies and skills, be desired without inhibition, and make a name for himself over the years as much more than just an erotic dancer. Over the next decade or so, he proved himself to be a great whore, possibly one of the best - many a client became a regular at Sapphire strip club just to see him wiggle his ass. For certain he was one of the most experienced at the place. Sebastian witnessed a lot of things going down at the Haus over the years - not once did he consider leaving this place behind, not even when the leadership changed and the Blackwells were replaced by the Kings. For Sebastian, it was a struggle sorting out his loyalties, after oweing quite a lot to the men who gave his life some actual purpose; in the end, however, he owed nothing to anyone but himself.
It was this very attitude, however, that he began questioning a while later, when the new owners decided to leave behind the location Sebastian had called home for almost ten years. Maybe it was time to move on after all. And briefly, he really tried. Leaving behind the walls of the Haus, he was scared to realize how numb heâd become. Ever since failing to receive love from his parents, heâd closed himself off to emotional connections, barely making more than acquaintances in all his years as a dancer and prostitute. Attempting to date out in the real world was uncomfortable, a world he was no longer made for. Trying to open up, to let himself be actually vulnerable felt impossible, too deep were the scars Sebastian had so eagerly been pushing out of his consciousness. So, in a panicked reaction, he ran back. Contacting Thomas King, he offered to return to the Haus - not without making demands in return. Sebastian knew his worth, and heâd given most of his life and even his emotional capability to the place, so running the show at the club heâd once been just one of many strippers at felt like the least he deserved.
