Please keep "Campfire" in the title of conversations going on at the campfire. Yes, I know Blaine's been using "campfire," and "bonfire" interchangeably, but for this purpose we're going with campfire.
Any communication that happens at the campfire is private in the sense of being unseen by the Caretaker, guards, and random anons, but everyone at the campfire can hear it. (Even any slaves over in the pen will probably get most of it, but I wouldn't sweat that.)
Yes, you can still send private messages over the island's communications feed during, but try to focus on the main conversation.
Master-players: if you haven't already, please take a moment to clarify to slave-players where they are, what they've been allowed to wear, etc.
Tagging: slave Jeff Sterling Mia, mentions of Master Andrew Johansson
Time/Location: Andrew's suite/The prep area/The obstabcle course, Morning/Early afternoon of June 18th
Summary: Jeff is taken from Andrew and prepped for the obstacle course. He does his run and gives it his all in hopes of winning for his Master.
Warnings: Blow jobs, Mentions of blood
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Jeff didn't like being taken away from Andrew. Except for the weekend of the auction, he'd not been away from his Master since the blonde had claimed him. And he didn't like it. A part of him wanted to resist, to fight the guards that came for him because he remembered when they'd come for Clyde and...But he didn't. He left with the men obediently, casting Andrew a last long look over his shoulder.
The prep for the event wasn't all that great, but he endured it quietly, doing his best to stay still as he was manhandled. A few of the guards had that look in their eyes and even made a few comments on how much they all missed him downstairs, but Jeff did his best to ignore it. He was claimed. He belonged to Master Andrew Johansson, the Caretaker's son and there was no way they would really touch him....Right?
Jeff had to hold in his friendly greetings as the slaves were joined up for a walk around the obstacle course. He couldn't afford the distraction. He did his best to memorize where everything was, his mind struggling to keep up as he plotted out moves. The waiting was the worst and he couldn't help but fidget until his name was called. With a deep breath, he followed the guard out to the starting point and looked around. He spotted the observation deck with the Masters, his eyes going straight to his own. He gave Andrew a small wave, not even sure if his Master would see it. But then the whistle blew and he turned his attention back to what he had to do. He had to do this and do it well. He had to win for his Master.
Jeff took off fast, knowing that speed wouldn't be a problem for him. And neither were the stairs, but his jump was almost thwarted, his landing a little off because his eyes were already on the tires ahead, trying to strategize the best path through them. He brushed off the shaky landing though and zoomed ahead, his feet barely even touching the ground beneath a tire before he was on to the next one and out. The trampoline was hot, the sun having heated the black surface, but he ignored it and bounced once, twice. And then did a perfect split, fingers touching his toes before he landed. It was so fun, he did another and he started in for another before he realized that he couldn't afford to waste the time. He'd just have to ask Andrew for a turn on a trampoline later.
The next set of tires was easy and so were the monkey bars...even if the metal was a little too hot. He just used it as incentive. Wiping up that damn line though. It took him three tries and he was sure he saw one of the guards heading his way, whip in hand, from the corner of his eye before he finally managed to get it done. Tunnel, another tire, easy, easy and Jeff couldn't help but wish that it'd been a ball pit instead of a box one. A few of the sharp edges of the cardboard snagged and sliced through his skin, but he refused to stop. Paper cuts hurt like hell, but he couldn't let those stop him, not when he was so close. He ignored the blood and the sweat stinging the nicks and pushed forward.
More stairs, and the hopscotch--something else he had to stop himself from taking a second turn on. The wall was easy enough to scale and he jumped down from the top, landing easily on his feet. And then it was the guards. Two that he hated. He more than remembered them from his time down in the cells, but it seemed that all that bullshit and abuse was going to come in handy as he'd blown them more than once for his meal. Without hesitation, Jeff dropped down to his knees in front of the first and tugged his pants open, the man's cock slipping out easily enough. He wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked him to full hard on quickly as he turned his head to the other guard. "Would--um--Could you come here? I wanna get you both off at the same time?" He wasn't even sure if that was allowed, but the guard gave a shrug and moved over to him as requested.
Wasting no time, he wrapped his lips around the first guard's cock, bobbing his head quickly as he fisted and stroked over the other man. He blocked everything else out, letting himself only focus on the two cocks he had at his disposal right then. He switched between them, sucking one and jerking the other. Back and forth back and forth until he felt one of them fucking his hips forward. Jeff knew what that mean. He pulled back and looked up at the guard. "Please, Sir? Come in my mouth?" he asked breathlessly and gave his most innocent look. Without waiting for an answer, he sealed his lips around the tip and swirled his tongue hard as he felt the man's cock beginning to twitch and throb.
The load wasn't unexpected and Jeff was able to swallow it down easily, making sure to suck the guard completely through it and clean up after himself. With one down, he turned his attention back to the guard that seemed to be holding out on him. Come on, he had to get this done! He had to win. With a desperate look on his face, he blinked up at the man and licked a bit of the other's come from his lips. "More, Sir. P-Please? I want it so bad." The man gave him a hard look, but he reached down and twined his fingers into Jeff's hair tightly, forcing his head down hard. Every ounce of Jeff wanted to pull back and fight it, but he didn't. He gave in and let the guard fuck into his mouth, knowing it would be over soon. And it was. With little more than a few hums from Jeff, the guard was coming hard and fast into his mouth.
He did his best not to gag and swallowed everything he could. He swiped his tongue a few final times over the man's quickly softening cock and pushed back up to his feet. Jeff stumbled a little as he took off, but he pushed himself on, coming to a stop at the finish line. He was out of breath and the cuts on his body stung, but he ignored it. He lifted his eyes up to the observation deck, once more zeroing in on his Master. He could only hope he'd done the man justice.
By now, the slaves have all been gathered from cells and suites, and are being prepared for the event. They'll all be walked around the obstacle course once as a group, and then starting at ten AM, they'll each run the course in turn. This will take a few hours, as it takes around ten minutes to reset the course in between each slave and there are always various little delays. Masters are able to watch everything and cheer on their favorites from an elevated platform.
The slaves will be running in this order:
Ducks
Dixie
Emma
Mianach
Little Whore
Kitten
Mad Max
And their finishing times will be:
Mad Max 13:07
Mianach 14:55
Kitten 15:11
Emma 16:43
Ducks 18:02
Dixie 24:56
Little Whore 32:41
Any score of less than twenty minutes is a "good" score, so the top five did very well. Dixie's score is barely acceptable - she may have been lashed a couple of times out on the course by whip-happy guards. LW's score is the worst seen in the past two years. The Caretaker will not be pleased...
The exact details of how your character's run went, what tripped them up or went unexpectedly well, are entirely up to you.
10 Million on the following trifecta: Max, Kitten and Dixie. 5 Million on Max to win. 2 Million on Kitten to place. 2 Million on Dixie to show.
Master Blaine Anderson:
If it's not too great a conflict of interest, sir, I'd like to bet five million dollars that Kitten, Ducks, and Max will finish in the top three, in that order.
Master Hunter Clarington:
I’d like to place the following bets for the outcome of the Obstacle Course tomorrow: 3 million dollars on Dixie, Mia, and Ducks as the top three winners in no particular order. 1.5 million on Max finishing in last place.
Master Chuck Yorke:
I'd like to place 2 million on Kitten, Mad Max, and Mianach to be in the top three.
Master Sebastian Smythe:
Little Whore to win. Mad Max to come in second. Ducks Third. Two million.
Master Wes Montgomery:
Ten million on the Little Whore to win. Five million on the one they call Ducks to place second. Five million for the one known as Mad Max to place last.
Master Andrew Johannson:
I would like to place a bet of four million on the top three finishers to be Mianach, Kitten, and Ducks in any given order.
Is it possible for all slaves to attend the bonfire or only the claimed slaves?
Claimed slaves AND any slaves currently rented can attend, although depending on how things work out, they may be left where they can't completely hear the conversation. Not that this would be a problem for Emma...
(On an ooc level, we're asking that everyone make sure someone rent Emma and Dixie no later than Wednesday night so they can attend the bonfire in some capacity. Rachel's covered.)
Specifically, by 8pm Eastern. By this time, all bets from Masters in-character should be sent in to the Caretaker, and all requests from slave players out-of-character as to how their characters perform should be sent in to the event blog.
The slaves will be taken from their cells/suites at 8am sharp and thoroughly cleaned both inside and out. The obstacle course will begin at 10am. We will be posting the results on the events blog beforehand so you can react accordingly.
Hey, so I won't be here for the bonfire portion of the event. Another fest from Thursday-Sunday night. should Quinn sit this one out or can she just be assumed to be present for the secret conversation? Or perhaps something else entirely?
Quinn can be assumed to be there, just letting Tess speak for the both of them, if that’s what you’d prefer. However you want to handle it.
For event 13 masters dont have to rent slaves, right?
There's no reason why a master would have to rent a slave, no, unless they want to be nice and let them get a good night's sleep before the event or something. From an ooc perspective, we'd also like to make sure any slaves who want to attend the campfire can.
