Tristan W. Clarington; CEO

Tristan William Clarington. Switch. 28 years old. Single.

[dommeesmelopez]

Esme pressed her fingertips lightly into the hard plane of his chest, like she was trying to convince herself he was real. Because this? This didn't happen to mousy little nerds like her, did it? His voice sounded so earnest, and his hand was so warm over hers. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered back. Esme swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that a lot," she replied, tipping her chin up in invitation, her plush lips parted slightly.

[tristanclarington]

He leaned in slowly, before pressing his lips to hers in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle at first, a mere brush of lips, but it quickly deepened to meet Esme's enthusiasm. Tristan slid his hand up to cradle the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her still more passionately. He poured himself completely into the kiss, wanting to convey just how hungry he was for her, but also how willing he was to take things at her pace and make every step as sensual as possible. After several long moments, Tristan reluctantly pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. "Wow," he breathed, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

[dommeesmelopez]

She reluctantly let him move her hands from her face, though it took her another long moments before she could meet his eyes. Something like this could go one of two ways, according to her books. Either he would scoff and tell her he only was interested in women with experience (in which case she would obviously need to find some well meaning man to break her in and she would eventually fall in love with him), or - or this would happen. Her eyes widened as he spoke, breath coming quicker at the husky sound of his voice and the way he leaned into her. Esme licked her lips, somehow feeling more - at ease with his apology, the corners of her lips turning up. "It's okay. I um - well, I've never had anyone tell me I make them feral, but I'm... I'm not offended by it or upset or anything. And I..." Her voice trailed off, and she leaned closer to him, one small hand resting on his chest. "I do want to explore. With you. I just needed you to know there's a lot I need to learn."

[tristanclarington]

Tristan's heart raced as Esme leaned into him, her delicate hand resting on his chest; he loved how tiny she was - and how much bigger he felt in comparison. "If you decide to afford me the privilege of introducing you to things, I won't take that honor lightly, princess," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You have my word." He gently covered her hand with his own, intertwining their fingers. "We'll take things at your pace, and I'll guide you every step of the way." Tristan leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "May I kiss you?" he asked softly, giving her the opportunity to pull away if she wanted.

[dommeesmelopez]

The wide span of his hands on her slim waist only served to make her feel even smaller, something she didn't know was possible considering how petite she already was. She blamed her complete shock and overwhelming attraction for him beating her to the blanket - obviously the way he flexed his bicep at her didn't help her whole functioning thing in the slightest. "Health. Yeah, health is definitely good - I imagine the rest of that is for the admiration though," she teased, still flushed but trying to maintain some kind of composure. But then he had to do something to ruin it, and the warmth of his breath on her ear had her shivering. Esme's gaze followed his to the front of his pants, her throat working on a hard swallow. Prepared? She opened her mouth to try to say something sultry or at least semi-coherent - but what came out was, "I'm a virgin." Her dark eyes widened in shock at what flew out of her lips, and she lifted a hand to cover her mouth like she could snatch the words back. "Shit. That was... definitely not the right thing to say in response to that," she mumbled, covering her now flaming red face with both hands. "I won't be offended if you just walk away now."

[tristanclarington]

Tristan's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Esme's confession, but walking away was the last thing on his mind. Instead, he gently pried her hands away from her face, his expression softening. "Hey, look at me, princess..." he murmured gently. When she reluctantly met his gaze, he smiled warmly. "First of all, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin." He brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear, his touch tender. "Secondly, I'm not going anywhere. In fact, I'm even more intrigued by you now." Tristan leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The fact that you're...shall we say, inexperienced is kind of exciting. It means I could be the one to introduce you to pleasure, to teach you what your body is capable of feeling." He caught himself and hurriedly added, "...if you decide you want me to. There's no pressure, and no reason to rush into anything. But...if you find yourself wanting to explore with me, I think it goes without saying at this point that I'm happy to oblige in whatever capacity you'll have me." He felt a pang of guilt for being so forward, and sighed, softly adding, "And...for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I pride myself on being a gentleman, and that was...hardly gentlemanly. I think you just made me feel a bit...I don't know, feral - and that's entirely on me, for losing myself. It won't happen again...unless you permit it, that is," he added with a wry smirk, unable to help himself.

[dommeesmelopez]

It took an alarmingly large amount of self control not to just simply drool at the sight when she opened her door. Esme grew up in California. She was no stranger to beautiful people in flattering clothes, ready for some fun in the sun. But never had she been in a situation like this, where a god of a man who looked like he'd stepped straight out of one of her erotic romance novels was leaning against her doorway, looking at her like he wanted to eat her. She couldn't help the sweet little sigh that slipped from her lips as he raised her hand to kiss it, a flush rising in her freckled cheeks. Esme bit the inside of her lip and smiled. "I'll take the lack of verbose compliments as a compliment in itself," she teased, her small hand still lingering inside of his much larger one. She found she didn't want to let go, the contact sending the most pleasant heat through her, making her glad she'd worn something sturdier than the white lacy thong she'd toyed with - though the panties she had on might not withstand the full force of Tristan Clarington's gorgeous smile and smooth voice.

"I believe carrying this was part of your duties?" Esme picked up the tote with their picnic inside with her free hand, offering it to Tristan. "We'll start with that anyway. I don't want to overburden you too much with lunch and me." Her heart was pounding inside of her chest, and she hoped it wasn't too obvious just how flustered he had her simply by existing. If he wound up picking her up as well, she might just die on the spot.

[tristanclarington]

Tristan let out a deep, rumbling chuckle as he took the tote from her, his fingers brushing against hers rather purposefully. "Oh, I assure you, gorgeous, carrying you wouldn't be a burden at all," he said with a wink, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "In fact, I'd almost be offended if you didn't take advantage of a service I can provide so easily." He straightened up to his full height, towering over Esme's petite frame. The muscles in his arms flexed as he adjusted the strap of the tote on his shoulder, his shirt clinging tightly to his broad chest. Tristan noticed her lingering gaze and smirked, puffing out his chest slightly. With the tote secured, Tristan stooped down, wrapping his strong arm wrapped around Esme, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. He cradled her against his chest, the warmth and solidness of his muscles enveloping her. "Hold on tight, princess," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear - then shut the door to her suite and turned on his heel to carry her and their lunch down the hall to the elevator. "Where to? I was thinking just out on the campus green, unless you have a specific spot in mind?"

[dommeesmelopez]

His playful 'offense' made her giggle, and she did her best not to squirm when he rose to her full height and puffed up like some kind of sexy peacock clearly for her benefit. It was impossible that this was happening, that he was here for her and so handsome, but it seemed too real to be a dream. Esme squeaked in surprise as he hefted her up into his arms with no effort, her own arms draping over his shoulders to cling to him - and to press her slim body tighter into that firm, warm chest of his. "That - that won't be a problem, Daddy," she whispered without thinking. "Um, no, that sounds good. I have a blanket in there too, so we can spread out in the sun," she said, hoping her voice didn't sound as nervous as she felt. "I guess I know now all these muscles aren't just for show," Esme admitted, her delicate fingers squeezing the thick, hard plane of his shoulder, the feeling of it making her sigh without even thinking.

[tristanclarington]

Tristan's eyes widened slightly at Esme calling him ‘Daddy’, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. They had discussed it over text, of course, but nothing could have prepared him for how damn sexy it would sound in person, from Esme’s beautiful lips to his ears - for him.it only took them a few minutes to get outside on to the lawn, and once he found a nice place beneath a massive oak, he set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment longer than necessary, but he got the impression that she didn’t mind. As he unpacked the blanket, Tristan couldn't help but notice the way Esme's fingers traced the contours of his muscles, her touch sending electric shocks through his body, that he did the best to conceal, but wasn’t particularly successful at. He let out a deep, cocky chuckle; “No,these muscles aren't just for show," he agreed, flexing his bicep playfully. "I work hard to maintain this physique - and it’s mostly for my health, but I must say, having a beautiful woman like you admiring my efforts makes them feel even more worthwhile." Tristan spread out the blanket and gestured for Esme to sit down. As she did, he leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, “and by the way…feel free to call me ‘Daddy’ again…so long as you’re prepared to deal with the the response it’ll earn you.” He looked subtly to his crotch, where the outline of his semi-hard cock could be seen, twitching slightly for her benefit.

[dommeesmelopez]

It took an alarmingly large amount of self control not to just simply drool at the sight when she opened her door. Esme grew up in California. She was no stranger to beautiful people in flattering clothes, ready for some fun in the sun. But never had she been in a situation like this, where a god of a man who looked like he'd stepped straight out of one of her erotic romance novels was leaning against her doorway, looking at her like he wanted to eat her. She couldn't help the sweet little sigh that slipped from her lips as he raised her hand to kiss it, a flush rising in her freckled cheeks. Esme bit the inside of her lip and smiled. "I'll take the lack of verbose compliments as a compliment in itself," she teased, her small hand still lingering inside of his much larger one. She found she didn't want to let go, the contact sending the most pleasant heat through her, making her glad she'd worn something sturdier than the white lacy thong she'd toyed with - though the panties she had on might not withstand the full force of Tristan Clarington's gorgeous smile and smooth voice.

"I believe carrying this was part of your duties?" Esme picked up the tote with their picnic inside with her free hand, offering it to Tristan. "We'll start with that anyway. I don't want to overburden you too much with lunch and me." Her heart was pounding inside of her chest, and she hoped it wasn't too obvious just how flustered he had her simply by existing. If he wound up picking her up as well, she might just die on the spot.

[tristanclarington]

Tristan let out a deep, rumbling chuckle as he took the tote from her, his fingers brushing against hers rather purposefully. "Oh, I assure you, gorgeous, carrying you wouldn't be a burden at all," he said with a wink, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "In fact, I'd almost be offended if you didn't take advantage of a service I can provide so easily." He straightened up to his full height, towering over Esme's petite frame. The muscles in his arms flexed as he adjusted the strap of the tote on his shoulder, his shirt clinging tightly to his broad chest. Tristan noticed her lingering gaze and smirked, puffing out his chest slightly. With the tote secured, Tristan stooped down, wrapping his strong arm wrapped around Esme, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. He cradled her against his chest, the warmth and solidness of his muscles enveloping her. "Hold on tight, princess," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear - then shut the door to her suite and turned on his heel to carry her and their lunch down the hall to the elevator. "Where to? I was thinking just out on the campus green, unless you have a specific spot in mind?"

[switchdominic]

Hey, I'm the same person whether I'm talking to you or typing.

[tristanclarington]

The same person, maybe...but you can't tell me you're not more easily persuaded to do what I say when I'm pinning you to my mattress, versus just speaking online like this.

[tristanclarington]

I’ll take it. What can I do to finish the job?

[switchdominic]

You tell me, Clarington.

[tristanclarington]

I asked you to tell me, Andrews. Be a good boy and do as you’re told.

[switchdominic]

You remember we have the same mark, right?

[tristanclarington]

Fuck. …It was worth a shot. I’ll have to try that again in-person. I find you’re a little more agreeable that way.

[tristanclarington]

I’ll take it. What can I do to finish the job?

[switchdominic]

You tell me, Clarington.

[tristanclarington]

I asked you to tell me, Andrews. Be a good boy and do as you’re told.

[switchdominic]

Enjoying the view? (Tristan)

Pretty sure you have first hand experience of how much I enjoy that view.

@tristanclarington

[tristanclarington]

I do, don't I? How much do you enjoy it, though? Enough that that picture alone got you hard for me?

[switchdominic]

I'll give you...semi-hard, at most.

[tristanclarington]

I’ll take it. What can I do to finish the job?

[switchdominic]

Enjoying the view? (Tristan)

Pretty sure you have first hand experience of how much I enjoy that view.

@tristanclarington

[tristanclarington]

I do, don't I? How much do you enjoy it, though? Enough that that picture alone got you hard for me?

[brysmaleidols]

Nolan Funk

[tristanclarington]

Ladies of Stonewall (and the surrounding area)...

I have a little fantasy of mine I'm looking to play out. I won't waste time sugar-coating anything, so you'll know straight away if you're interested or not.

My fantasy involves you, in between myself and my brother, Archer - taking us at once. I'll be the acting Dominant for the scene. Archer and you will both answer to me, but you'll answer to both Archer and myself.

If this dynamic appeals to you, reach out. If not, I have a few psychiatric references you might want to consider reaching out to, instead. ( @archer-clarington )

(To be clear, this is open to female submissives or submissive-leaning switches - it's just the particular parameters of my fantasy. Apologies if this leaves you out, but we can always discuss a private scene if you don't meet the aforementioned requirements for this specific one.)

[dommeesmelopez]

PM: I have a feeling you'll be achieving that goal a lot. I mean, it's for science so I'm totally up for it. The world simply can't go on not having a proper data set for this. Are your arms up for it?

No, not a sibling. Just - someone I grew up with who I didn't think I would see again.

Very good.

--- --- ---

It hadn't taken long to throw together some sandwiches - tortas, as Abuela would call them. She'd managed to make decent carne asada the night before so she had stuffed a few rolls with her leftovers and some veggies. Fruit salad was a favorite, so a container of that went in, and some cans of sparkling water (pineapple, her favorite.) Dessert was harder since she absolutely couldn't master baking anything that wasn't box cupcakes, but she figured store bought cookies weren't the worst thing ever.

More time was spent slipping into a ruffled burnt orange sundress and gold sandals, and fluffing out her loose curls to be somewhat presentable. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she willed her hands to be still as she slicked on lip balm and mascara - nothing too heavy but she couldn't not meet this outrageously gorgeous older man with no makeup on.

Esme let out a breath to try and calm herself just as she heard a knock on the door - which just made her heart jump into her throat. She grabbed the basket she'd packed and opened the door, offering Tristan a shy smile. "Right on time," she said, teasing lightly.

[tristanclarington]

As Tristan got ready for his date(?) with Esme, he couldn't help smirking to himself as he reminisced about the first time he'd seen her. He bore that Clarington-coded confidence in spades, but something about her...something aside from how incredibly beautiful she was - had him rooted tot he spot, only capable of watching her for a few passing moments before leaving so as not to alarm her, or anyone else who might raise an eyebrow at him for leering at her for so long. But when he left, it was with a determination to meet her. To know her. He couldn't put his finger on why, but in retrospect, he figured that would show itself in time. For now, he simply congratulated himself on doing his research, finding her and setting things in motion. The fact that she was a Domme had initially been disappointing. He, himself, identified as primarily Dominant - especially with petite, gorgeous girls like Esme...but something unique about her kept him gravitated towards her despite their respective marks. She wasn't a hard-core Dominant as far as he could tell, but she wasn't a push-over either, nor did she strike him as particularly mis-marked. She had a way of retaining that adorable, wide-eyed demeanor that drew him in to begin with, while infusing it with a flair for giving him orders and compelling him to follow them before he even realized that's what was happening. In short, he was fascinated by Esme - not to mention incredibly aroused by her. He took in his appearance in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his bedroom, adjusting himself and willing his hardening cock to calm down as thoughts of her gorgeous little body bouncing on his --- No, Tristan - focus. He reprimanded himself in his mind. He was in form-fitting khaki pants, a simple white t-shirt that hugged his muscled upper-body, along with an open, pale blue button-down - a perfectly casual ensemble for a Summer-picnic.

Cut to about twenty minutes later, and Tristan was at Esme's suite. knocking confidently top alert her of his arrival. He leaned suavely against the threshold as he waited - and when the door opened, he gave her his trademark, wolfish grin, looking her tight little body up and down with a hunger he couldn't quite suppress. "Punctuality is important - as are first impressions, and I'm quite keen on making a good one, Miss." He replied cooly, then reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips. "You look..." he inhaled sharply, searching for the words to describe her accurately, but found himself at a loss, "...well, I trust you know how good you look. The English language seems to be failing me at the moment." He said with a dry chuckle.

[switchdominic]

PM: If you think that's best.

You think I'm going to pump up your ego like that?

[tristanclarington]

PM: I'm not asking you to pump up my ego. I'm asking for details about the scene that would make it hotter for you. But if that's really too much to ask...

[tristanclarington]

PM: True - I guess it’s a good thing I couldn’t care less what he thinks, either way.

PM: Back then? Probably Charlotte. Remember her? Strawberry blonde, biggest tits in our year? Cheerleader? About five foot two? I caught her ogling you more than once, which only made the fantasies that much hotter.

Damn right we could. If you give me the green light, I’ll make a post and get that line started for us. Unless you have a girl in mind that we could hit up directly?

[archer-clarington]

[PM] Of course.

[PM] Charlotte... Cheerleader Charlotte? Oh! Chesty Charlotte! Hell yeah I remember her. God, she gave really good head for a high schooler.

[PM] Go for it. Might as well open it up and maybe find someone new, expand our horizons and shit.

[tristanclarington]

PM: You are so crass. I always hated that nickname the whole school gave her, but she…seemed a lot less bothered by it. Also, not surprised you got her on your cock. Was that before, after or while I was seeing her? Not that it matters much at this point, but I’m curious. For all I know, we could’ve been acting out my fantasy with her the whole time. Lord knows she would’ve been down.

PM: Good call. I’ll make the post later this morning. Knowing us, we’ll have a line out the door by lunch time.

[tristanclarington]

PM: Oh no, they’re dead. He doesn’t have a single straight child - and honestly? That’s what a bigot like him deserves - but I digress.

PM: Because I was too wrapped up in my actual girlfriends to spend time lusting after my brother to the extent everyone else was - and yes, I knew exactly how much fun sex was. I had a lot of it.

One of my favorites involved a girl between us, on her back, her mouth stuffed with my cock, her back arched prettily to throw those tits up while she bounced on yours…the visual of her body flushed, the sound of her moans around my cock and the sight of you fucking her out of her mind - all sweaty, pumped and flushed, yourself…that always sent me over the edge.

[archer-clarington]

[PM] He might still get a straight claim or two out of all of it.

[PM] Excuses, excuses.

[PM] Any particular girl in that fantasy? Because there were a couple of your girlfriends who were damn fine. You know, we could always make that happen here. I think we could get a line going if the girls of the school knew they could get both of us at once.

[tristanclarington]

PM: True - I guess it’s a good thing I couldn’t care less what he thinks, either way.

PM: Back then? Probably Charlotte. Remember her? Strawberry blonde, biggest tits in our year? Cheerleader? About five foot two? I caught her ogling you more than once, which only made the fantasies that much hotter.

Damn right we could. If you give me the green light, I’ll make a post and get that line started for us. Unless you have a girl in mind that we could hit up directly?

[charlie-fabray]

"Nothing wrong with dessert before dinner Sir." He chirped playfully before the sharp slap to the ass that made him yelp and then moan. He brought his lips and tongue back to the pumped up muscles again just as the man held him close, flexing enticingly. Did the man know how wild he was driving Charlie? If he didn't, he certainly did when he pulled away and he whimpered pitifully. That whimper left no doubt as to how affected he was. How needy and horny Tristan made him feel. After composing himself enough to stop squirming... much... he watched as their meal was ordered. "Well Sir you might have noticed that I don't have any protein in my order. Maybe you should do something about that?" He knew exactly where he could get a great protein treat. He brought his bright eyes to Tristan's as he licked his lips slowly.

[tristanclarington]

Tristan's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Charlie lick those lips, a handsome smirk spreading across his face. He set the phone down and stalked back towards the bed, his massive cock firming up already, bobbing between thick thighs. "Mmm, you want some protein little one? I can absolutely provide that...with a little help." He winked, then grabbed Charlie, sitting on the bed and pulling him into his lap so that the slender blonde was straddling him, his cock splayed up against his abs. Tristan's hands moved to Charlie's hips, gripping them tightly before he leaned in and kissed Charlie deeply, his tongue dominating the boys completely. He ground his hips up, his massive, thick cock fully hard at this point. He pulled back, panting hard from the solid few minutes they'd spent kissing hungrily. "Need to feel those lips around my cock, beautiful...go on, put it in your mouth." He ordered, reaching for Charlie's hand as the submissive complied, and brought it up to his pec, flexing it hard under Charlie's touch - knowing exactly by now the kind of enthusiasm that would incite for Charlie. He leaned back against the headboard and spread his thick legs wider to give Charlie total access to his hard cock.