THE BRATTY ONE

Wyatt | 23 | Currently Unemployed | Slave

[wyrutherford-blog]

jaydxvin:

“It’s the pinnacle of investigative reporting, haven’t you heard? At least that’s what they teach us in journalism school.” Jay would gladly make fun of Buzzfeed all day long—well, they did have entertaining quizzes sometimes—but then the man was answering his other question. “No shit, that’s exactly what I was going to do. But probably in the opposite order. Wait have we met? I’m Jay. Sorry.”

"Well, I’ll be damned. Buzzfeed is even more beneficial than I was giving it credit for.” Wyatt actually couldn’t recall the last time he bothered to read anything on Buzzfeed, let alone actually finding it beneficial for anything more than a way to kill time or cure boredom. When the other man, Jay as he soon found out, told him that he had been intending to do the exact same thing, Wyatt found himself unsure if he felt like a stalker or not. “Well, in all actuality, I hadn’t decided what order to do those things in. It was going to depend on what I wanted more when I got to the dorms; food or a hot shower. I don’t think we met. At least I don’t recognize your face and I’m generally half-ass decent when it comes to remembering those.” He’d be the first to admit he was more likely to remember a face than a name when it came to meeting someone and Jay’s was one he didn’t recall. “I’m Wyatt, and don’t waste your time apologizing to me unless you’ve actually done something to me.”

[hazza-joseph]

[wyrutherford-blog]

jaydxvin:

He was being sarcastic, Jay could tell. “You know, come to think of it, I thought I read a Buzzfeed listicle about it once and since it was in Buzzfeed it must be true…” His face soon split into a grin as he laughed along with the other man. “I figured as much, but it never hurts to ask. You know, in case you were a master who wanted my attention or something. Where you headed?”

It only took the man responding for Wyatt to decide he liked him. The man had realize Wyatt was being sarcastic and played along with it instead of getting offended over some harmless fun. “Exactly. If you read it on Buzzfeed it’s guaranteed to be true.” He soon found himself wanting to laugh again at the man’s remark about him possibly being a Master. “Unfortunately, I fall on the completely opposite end of that spectrum.” Wyatt told him. “As for where I’m heading, I’m heading back to the dorms to grab something to eat and a shower.”

[billiesummerss-blog]

Olive had tensed only for a second before moving closer to the man that wrapped his arm around her. She glared at the man who harassed her as the man threatened him. When he walked away she let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much for doing that.” She breathed out.

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt felt the young lady tense beside him, but didn’t let it phase him or throw off the act he was playing. He knew it was either because the drunk had been getting touchy with her or she really didn’t like people touching her. Wyatt hoped it was the former because he truly was trying to help and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in the process. It was only when the man walked away did Wyatt slowly pull his arm away and faced the woman he had helped. “It wasn’t a problem.” Wyatt told her. “I hope I didn’t scare you or make you to uncomfortable when I came up beside you like that."

[wyrutherford-blog]

logan-doe:

“Those are crop marks. I don’t think boxing has quite reached those levels of expertise just yet.” Logan explained with a chuckle. “You’re done sulking I see?”

“So, did you piss someone off or was this for enjoyment?” Wyatt asked, chuckling softly when the other man made a remark about boxing not quite reaching those levels of expertise yet. “Yeah, pretty sure boxing still sticks with hand-to-hand sparring, unless things have changed in the couple of weeks I’ve been here.” Wyatt actually couldn’t believe it’d only been a couple of weeks since he’d ended up in Silkhaven. It felt so much longer. “Excuse you. I do not sulk.”

[jaydxvin-deactivated20180327]

“—Wait, how long have you been following me? Have you been following me or do we both just happen to be heading to the same place?”

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt hadn’t been following the other guy, at least not intentionally, but at the question he just couldn’t resist being sarcastic with his reply. “Totally.” Wyatt said with a straight face. “Haven’t you heard? Stalking guys has become the new thing.” The straight face Wyatt had with the first part of his response disappeared as he chuckled. “I wasn’t following you. I think we just happen to be heading to the same place or at least going in the same direction right now.”

[ronan-doy]

“What, never seen a bruise before?”

[wyrutherford-blog]

"Seen them, had them, caused them. It’s one of the downsides to boxing, but I’ve never seen them like that before.”

[billiesummerss-blog]

“I said stop touching me!” Olive hissed as she pushed a man away from her at the bar. “I am not some easy slut. No means no!” She struggled as extremely intoxicated man continued to advance on her.

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt had only been in the bar for a few minutes when he heard the young woman’s demand to stop being touched. “Is this drunken fool bothering you, babe?” Wyatt asked as he came up and wrapped his arm around the young woman’s waist, pulling her to him and offering off the illusion that she was there with him and not on her own. “She told you no. Which means back off and leave her alone.” Wyatt clarified as he turned his attention to the drunk in front of them. “I suggest you do just that before I decide to start putting my hands on you.”

[wyrutherford-blog]

pet play, wax play, public sex

pet play

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

wax play

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

public sex

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

[dirtynaughtyboys-deactivated201]

James’ eyebrows rose at the tone of the other man’s voice. It had been a long time since the master had heard someone talk to him that way. Even other masters tended to avoid doing it here unless it was to slaves. “Listen,” James’ voice was more stern this time and no longer dripping with sympathy. If the kid wanted to know, he’d tell him. “You were brought here by someone who thought you’d make a good slave. That’s what this place is. There are masters and there are slaves, and they’ll do whatever they want to you. No repercussions, really. Someone else can explain the rules better than I can, I’m sure.” 

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt noticed, but made no acknowledgement, of the man’s reaction or the way his voice became more stern when he spoke again. He had been brought here by someone who thought he’d make a good slave? Who in their right mind would have thought Wyatt would make for a good slave? Didn’t a slave need to have some level of respect and obedience? Wyatt was practically the poster child for what not to be when it came to a slave. “You’re hilarious.” Wyatt told him, sarcasm dripping from the word as he spoke. Implying that Wyatt found him to be anything but hilarious. “If you, or anyone else, think I’m actually going to allow any of you near me, you’ve best rethink that plan right now.” As thickheaded as Wyatt was, he also wasn’t completely naive. If this man was telling the truth about the whole ‘Master’ and ‘slave’ nonsense, he knew it would only be a matter of time before his mouth got him into trouble.

[dirtynaughtyboys-deactivated201]

Ah, shit. Worse than being some kid whose bad choices or ill-advised sexual fanstasies had brought them here, this kid was someone who limited themselves to one drink and had no clue, none at all, about where he was. “Well,” James began slowly. “Silkhaven is a town, of sorts… we — uh.” He paused and then started over, thinking that if he could find out who was responsible for bringing him in, maybe he could get away with not breaking the news. “Did someone buy the drink for you, maybe?” 

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt waited, allowing the man a chance to speak and offer him some insight on the situation, or at least offer him some knowledge on how he ended up here in the first place. Only Wyatt soon found himself wanting to thump the man upside the head when he suddenly backtracked and shifted gears toward the drink the young man had at the bar. How was that going to answer any questions Wyatt had? “I ordered it myself.” Wyatt told him, the thought of someone messing with his drink not even crossing his mind. "Now, unless you want me to start assuming you’re responsible for me waking up here, I suggest you consider telling me what you wanted to say originally.”

[wyrutherford-blog]

callmedxddyx:

“Welcome to Silkhaven.” James tried to sound friendly. He always did when he knew that they’d be scared or unsure about where they were “Do you remember anything about last night?” He couldn’t recall which master or kidnapper had brought the kid in. All James knew was that he’d now have the responsibility of breaking the news to the poor bastard. 

Wyatt’s head turned toward the voice that spoke, welcoming him to some place called Silkhaven. “Silkhaven?” Where was that even at? He’d never heard of it before. “Last night is a bit of a blur.” Wyatt admit. “Which is weird as fuck because I’m almost positive I only had one drink.” The young man wasn’t that big of a drinker to begin with and he never drank enough he blacked out.

[wyrutherford-blog]

logan-doe:

“Really? that’s what you’re going with?” Logan laughed quickly his anger blew into frustration. “You should be. Not of me but this place should scare you.”

Wyatt found himself simply rolling his eyes at the other man’s laugh. As if he had any say in what Wyatt did or what he ‘went with’. If he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t have offered an opening for it. “Really?” Wyatt mocked when he was told that this place should scare him. He had yet to witness anything that was remotely scary about this place. The only thing that came close was the fact he couldn’t leave. Which was frustrating, not scary. “I think we need to get you a dictionary, buddy. If this place is meant to be scary, someone is clearly slacking on their job.”

[ronan-doy]

wyrutherford:

“Aren’t you just the comedian? Do us both a favor and don’t quit your day job. Also, that was simply common sense. You’re tired? Sleep. See how easy it was to reach that conclusion?”

“Let me ask you this in simple terms then - are you asking for trouble here? Because I’ve got no issue sporting whatever punishment hauling your ass back in line would give me.”

[wyrutherford-blog]

"I wasn't asking for anything. You made a comment, I replied. All well within my right if I'm not mistaken. If you didn't want someone to point out the obvious answer than you shouldn't have made such an obvious remark. If you want to come at me, buddy then come and get me. I'm not afraid of anyone else here and I'm definitely not afraid of you."

[liccnticus-blog]

wyrutherford:

Wyatt waited with surprising patience as she reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and holding his hand tighter than he would have expected. He gave a small shrug as she spoke and rose to his feet, gently pulled her up with him, while keeping his freehand near her until he was sure she’d stay on her feet. “I know.” Wyatt confirmed. “I’m not the type of guy who does something I don’t want to do anyways.” He told her. “It’s not a problem though. You looked like you needed a hand and well… I was there.”

        brows arch  &&  lips purse as she tilted her head towards him. if there was something that she had learned through examination that life was fugacious and the last place that her head should rest at night && hope to live long days would be here. ❛ that’s good, you shouldn’t —– nobody should. ❜ a sigh escapes, the feeling - as she could only imagine felt like a blossom blooming amidst her chest as pressure that was lodged between milky cages released. ❛ i’m probably okay now — the dizzy spell seems  to have worn off. ❜

[wyrutherford-blog]

Wyatt was in no hurry to just up and leave the girl. He knew he acted like an asshole the majority of the time, but it’s moments like this that remind him he could very well be nice when he put his mind to it. He could have simply walked away when she collapsed or helped her up and then walked away without worrying if she’d actually be okay or not. Instead, he was standing here and making conversation with her and making sure she really was alright and had her bearings. He gave a soft smile when she seemed to agree with him, leaving him to confirm she was in the same boat he was; a slave. “You can say that again.” Wyatt told her. “I have no intention of letting anyone force me to do something I don’t want to do.”

Wyatt looked at her for a moment when she said that she was probably okay now. He slowly released her hand but didn’t move away, just in case she went down again. “You sure?” Wyatt asked her, wanting to be sure before he just up and left her. “Maybe we should get you something to eat, or drink at least.” He had limited skills when it came to anything culinary, but even Wyatt was confident he could handle getting her something simple. “I’m Wyatt, by the way. Kind of missed introducing myself in the beginning.”

[ronan-doy]

wyrutherford:

“Pretty sure the solution to that is sleeping.”

“Damn, you’re a God of wisdom-bestowing knowledge on us mortals…”

[wyrutherford-blog]

"Aren't you just the comedian? Do us both a favor and don't quit your day job. Also, that was simply common sense. You're tired? Sleep. See how easy it was to reach that conclusion?"

[wyrutherford-blog]

liccnticus:

      a sullen sigh furrows past peachy tiers and a reluctant hand slides out to place it between his palm, slender digits lacing between his fingers. the dove held onto his hand like her entire lift depended on it, nobody in the god forsaken place had shown her any sort of kindness, or humanity for that matter — and there was a slight mirror of trust delved between their palms. ❛ you don’t have to be nice to me, you know.  ❜ looking up towards him, the corners of her lips quirk into a small genuine smile. ❛ but i appreciate it though. ❜

Wyatt waited with surprising patience as she reached out and took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and holding his hand tighter than he would have expected. He gave a small shrug as she spoke and rose to his feet, gently pulled her up with him, while keeping his freehand near her until he was sure she’d stay on her feet. “I know.” Wyatt confirmed. "I’m not the type of guy who does something I don’t want to do anyways.” He told her. “It’s not a problem though. You looked like you needed a hand and well... I was there.”