#hoptask

[thomasxking]

Closed for: @nathanxcline

Location: Private cabanas To be completely and brutally honest – Thomas didn’t care about the whole charity purpose of the auction, even if the whole damn thing was his idea. The true endgame was to have clients spend their money or give something in return for the company of a staff member during a whole night while making feeling good about themselves helping others. Thomas always felt good about himself. Of that, there was little doubt. His actual goal was the perverse satisfaction of snatching a staff member that everyone liked right from underneath of everyone’s nose. To be the one to claim one of the popular ones and see the sour faces of those that failed to get the man they wanted… and honestly, while he did bid on other staff members because that was the name of the game, Thomas truly wanted just one. And once again, the King got exactly who he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. He loved when things all went according to plan. It truly made him so fucking horny it was virtually impossible to contain himself. The next step of that whole circus was choosing a location and inform the one auctioned where they would meet. After a quick consideration, Thomas picked the private cabanas not only because they were away from prying eyes but there was also a bed there and as easy as it would be to tell Nathan to meet him in one of the playrooms, the whole dramatic act of the auction itself demanded something different. So the private cabanas would be absolutely perfect for what he had in mind. A nice Jacuzzi that had been adorned with candles, a nice bottle of expensive champagne on ice, some strawberries with chocolate. If one were to see the whole preparation – one would assume Thomas was planning a proper date with another man. That was not the case. That wasn’t a date. At least, it wasn’t for him. He simply enjoyed Nathan’s company and there was little doubt in his mind that the two would end up naked in that bed and fucking until they couldn’t move… But Thomas King was a fan of theatrics.

Adjusting his suit – might as well dress to the part in a suit and tie combo – Thomas leaned against the wooden rail as he picked his phone from his back pocket, shooting Nathan a text where they should meet. He had kept everything a secret – what was the point in showing the cards on his hand? And after their little encounter at the luau a couple of weeks ago, even the King felt some degree of anxiety to be alone with Nathan once more. Heck, the sex had been absolutely amazing. Why wouldn’t he wanted seconds? And if the whole thing made Nathan happy? Well… that could be considered a bonus, right? He was opposed to make someone smile when he was in a good mood. ( text ): Meet me at the private cabana three in fifteen minutes. ( text ): Dress to impress me. – Thomas

[stevenxblackwell]

Closed to: @cedricmorrisLocation: Blackwell Cabin Charity. Pffffft. The only damn reason Steven attended that blasted auction was to see who would be there – to see if Alexander would go for someone and then later turn that someone into a battery ram to inflict even more damage on the older King. The Blackwell didn’t care about charity or making other people feel good and show that the world wasn’t actually a shitty place for people to live in. If he was suffering… everyone would suffer with him. Alex would suffer with him. The whole point of coming to that island was to settle scores with the man who had destroyed his life and broken his heart. There was nothing more to it. The whole point was to make Alexander suffer in unspeakable ways – and even so that would be nothing compared to the humiliation of being left at the altar. Of feeling your own heart break into a thousand pieces and wondering for weeks and months and maybe even years… what he had done wrong to end up all alone. And while most people would eventually find a way to move on with their lives, Steven was a Blackwell and everyone who knew them was aware of how tightly they hold onto their grudges. Just look at their fucking old man who backstab him and Josh on the back and signed the Haus away for the Kings. Motherfucker. But that was neither here nor there. Alex wasn’t at the auction so Steven got the first guy he could snatch and he was out the door in a record time. There was no point in entertaining that circus and seeing all those other clients bid on staff like they were fucking cattle. Pathetic, really. So once he was out the door – payment came first and all – Steven pulled the necessary strings to get the contact of the staff member he had acquired. At least he was good looking. He could maybe be entertaining for a couple of hours. No doubt some of the other sheep inside would go all romance and make their encounter special – why go to such lengths just to get their fucking dick sucked? And if they were indeed developing feelings for one lousy staff member? Bunch of fucking losers. They were in a motherfucking brothel – not in one of those pathetic reality shows where dumbass people went to in order to find love. Either get your dick sucked by a whore or get the fuck out. This shit wouldn’t happen if he and Joshua were the ones in front. Shows how much the Kings knew about owning a damn brothel.

After texting the staff he had acquired, Steven made his way to his cabin by the sea and prepared himself a drink. The whole damn point of that night was to see who Alexander would pick and use that against him. Joke’s on him for the King was nowhere to be found and he ended up with someone to keep him company. Might as well make the most of it. After texting Cedric his address, Steven walked to his bedroom and set his phone in the right position angled to the bed. Nothing brought him more joy than the satisfaction of knowing that he would send another homemade video to Alex… whether he liked them, or not.

[aslanxkilic]

closed started for @xrhettmatthews

Aslan was nervous. Would Rhett think it was weird that he had so insistantly bid on him at the auction? Was he hoping one of the other guys that bid was going to win him? Was this date he planned too much? He didn't have much time to contemplate these questions as he stood waiting by the fountain at the outlet stores where they agreed to meet. Aslan had shown up a little early because of his nerves, though from the outside he looked totally unphased. Wearing a light blue t-shirt that complimented his eyes (and hugged his chest and shoulders) and a pair of khaki shorts, he waited for his date for the evening. Thankfully for his nerves, he wasn't left waiting long.

"Hello, darling." Aslan smiled, stepping forward to kiss Rhett on the cheek as he approached. "I hope you're excited for tonight." He hadn't betrayed what they were doing, keeping everything a secret. "And I hope you're hungry."

[silasxduran]

closed starter for @emilioxcabrera location: the docks

Silas had his camera, he had his smokes and his lighter, he had the book he’d been reading, and he had a basket full of food from one of the restaurants he’d passed to keep them sustained. Technically, the clients were supposed to pick the date, but Silas didn’t really know the man he’d bid for. He raised his paddle out of sheer curiosity at the way he looked, like he could tell a story. As a photographer, he had an eye for stories in people’s faces. So he’d asked Emilio after the fact what his favorite thing to do on the island was, absolutely thrilled that the answer was going out on his boat. Silas hadn’t been out on the water yet, so he was excited. Hopefully, his date for the day was equally as ecstatic.

“Bonjour mon chéri.” When Silas spoke French, his accent was much more present, though it dropped a bit when he spoke English. He grew up with both languages, as his mother was full fledged French and his father was American. While he was mostly raised in California, his nanny was French, and that was enough to keep his accent around. “It’s so nice to see you again.” Stepping up, he kissed the other man on one cheek and then the other, leaning around him to see the boat in question. A smile broke across the younger’s lips. “Today, I want you to show me the island from your perspective. Everything you love about it.” He lifted the basket as if he was sweetening the deal. “I brought snacks.”

[hausconfessions]

Secret Santa

@patrickxpearson

Tall, heavy bag delivered to the staff's door, sealed nicely at the top with gold and blue lace ribbons.

"To Paddy," it reads, red ink on white formal letter paper. "You weren't nice this year. None of us were, this is a whorehouse. And that's why we're getting treated: bad bitches get it done, get it right. And they get strange shit delivered to their door, enjoy.

Stay frosty, You know how this goes; Secret Santa or something like that."

The contents:

A somewhat bizarre cowboy-dressed squirrel sculpture on a wide, solid wood pedestal. Between its little grip, a tall bottle of premium, tantalizing, amber bourbon. A green lace ribbon affixing the bottle around the statue's waist just so it won't fall off. Behind the statue, a separately wrapped soft package containing a pair of shiny-silver Andrew Christian jocks that you may wear after you're done drinking. Come show him how they fit.

[hausconfessions]

Secret Santa

@carterxmorgan

For Carter...

I've seen you around and from what I can see the coffee mug is fitting... now if only I have the chance of finding that out for myself soon. The black obsidian is to help strengthen your body... both inside and out. It will help you find balance and improve your grounding. I hope you enjoy either of the two.... especially the first. 

From, your secret santa. 

[xrhettmatthews]

{text:} I’m awful at finding anything that isn’t a dirty sense of humor. But I hear there are eggs hidden around the island, and I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather have help me find them.

{text:} you game, love?

- Zion

[text]: i suppose there could be worse things to find, right? lol

[text]: i would love to. i am, apparently, great at finding things since i DID find that last clover on st. patty's day.

[text]: want me to meet you at your cabin, love?

@zionsakuri

[xrhettmatthews]

( text ): I hid an egg just for you somewhere no one else will look. ( text ): hint: where we first met. Maybe it was silly of him to do something this sentimental, but Aslan didn't really care. Since the Kings had moved the movie theaters to the island along with the resort, Aslan couldn't think of a better place to hide his surprise for Rhett than the porn theater. He doubted anyone else would go in there looking, at least not at first. He tucked the easter egg-shaped box into one of the chairs and left it there for Rhett to find. As much as he'd love to see his face when he found the gift, it felt more appropriate to leave it there for him. Inside the box was a ring Aslan had seen him admiring when they went shopping on their date weeks ago as well as his freshly baked shortbread cookies hand stamped with a flower design for the spring. All there was left to do was wait for a confirmation that the blonde had found it.

The last thing Rhett expected to get was a text from Aslan saying he had hid an egg for him in the theater they met in. His heart swelled at that statement and he immediately beelined towards the theater, not wanting anyone else to take it. He wasn't sure how many people actually went to that porn theater, but he wasn't taking any chances. The moment he walked into the room, he noted how it was empty and he smiled a bit, immediately walking towards the seats where they were sitting when they first met.

Knowing Aslan, that would be precisely where they were.

And he was right.

Sitting down, he opened up the box and he about dropped the whole damn thing when he saw the ring. How did Aslan know he had been looking at that exact thing? He just couldn't justify buying it... And yet there it was. Fuck, that was so sweet of him. Replacing one of his other rings with the new one, he smiled warmly at the sight of it before he grabbed the other box, pleased as punch to see some cookies. Rhett quickly put the lid back onto the cookies and called Aslan immediately, "I can't believe you!" The Brit exclaimed, laughing a bit, "You're are...something else, Aslan. I have something for you too! Can I come bring it to you?"

@aslanxkilic