#blackstonestarter

[deludorofthesorrows-blog]

Deludor absolutely despised beaches during the day. They were oppressively hot, and the sand was unforgiving as it burned the bottom of his feet. The water was like a bath and normally there were throngs of people all over the place. At least on this semi-private island the crowd problem was kept to a minimum, but the problems with the heat were still a thing. Stopping to get a drink, something that tasted of tropical fruit with a teasing bite of liquor, he set out to wander the shoreline. 

He wore a pair of swimming trunks that went to his mid-thigh, and an unbuttoned silk shirt with a pattern of flowers and birds-of-paradise. The broad beach soon tapered down to where there was a wooded path. Intrigued, he started towards the path, but was distracted as he saw someone headed down the beach the other way towards him, seemingly coming from one of the direction of the main house. He flashed his award-winning smile, a fingertip tapping against the glass of his drink as he nodded his head. 

“Lovely evening we’re having, aren’t we?” he asked idly, unsure whether the other was on his way somewhere specific or not. 

[riverknox-blog]

River had been napping in his bed after a rather long session with a master. He was by no mean so exhauated, but he found himself sleeping more often with his change of scenery. He though awoke at the sound of footsteps outside his designated space in the slave dorms. Looking up he raised his curly head of hair and looked at the male. “Is their anything I can do for you?” He asked with relaxed tone in his voice.

[xxkekoaxx]

Kekoa raised a brow as he stepped into the building, his dark eyes wandering over everything quickly. He only had one bag on him which was made up of mostly clothes for all the traveling he did. Searching for someone to aid him, he noted a person passing. "Excuse me. By any chance would you be able to give me a tour of some sort. Just arrived and I'm feeling pretty lost already," he said smile as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

[xxnightingale-bellerosexx]

Nightingale couldn't help but wander. He slipped out of his room and quietly walked about the castle, admiring everything he came across. His bright blue eyes wandered over every surface with the same awe and amazement he had from the start. It was nice being alone for a bit. With his new situation he hadn't had much of a chance to be alone with othe slaves all about and guards constantly watching him. This visit to the castle Marco brought him to gave him a moment to breath. Stopping by a window, the boy bit his bottom lip lightly and peered out.

@blue-eyedfae

[jacksondevereaux-blog1]

“I told you, this ass doesn’t go to anyone.” He turned around to look at the other from where he was standing. Jackson arched an eyebrow and soon sighed softly, “The only way you’d get it is if you bottom for me...that’s it.” 

[deludorofthesorrows-blog]

The request had been made. Rather than take his time sifting through the selection on the island, Deludor had a lot of stress from traveling and he needed to wind down. He instructed the staff to send him a nice muscular, top-leaning slave to his chambers, and to see where the night took him. Normally he was pickier, but he would simply have to settle for being surprised this first night. 

He sat at a vanity, a silk shawl pooled around his shoulders as he went through his belongings. Vials of herbal oils and pots of creams were arrayed on the desk, the faerie selecting a black vial with a red stopper and dabbing the fragrant oil onto a cotton ball that he daubed onto his neck and chest. The smell of roses and some foreign flower not of Earth wafted subtly through the room, and at that moment the door opened and the slave walked through. 

Not making eye contact, the faerie prince took up a comb and ran it through his dark locks fastidiously. “Oh good. You’re here. Go ahead and strip. Let me take the measure of you.” 

[xxnightingale-bellerosexx]

A small groan left Nightingale as he rolled over onto his side and wrapped his arms about himself tightly. He felt like he had a fever, but he knew better after his chat with Jon on his first day arriving. He bit his bottom lip hard as he attempted to keep his breathing nice and calm. Laying on his bed, he focused on his breathing as he closed his eyes tightly.