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[curtwildmuse]

From here

I brought company home. *leads Curt to the kitchen* This is Curt. He's not Ewan so don't ask. Curt? My boy Jason.

*looks at the floor, then at Jason, digging his hands into the pockets of his leather pants* Hi.

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[shadow_jason]

*gives Curt a long, thorough once-over*, then smiles* Hi. I take it he's staying for dinner, Master?

[shadow_liam]

Yeah, you usually make enough for an army. *to Curt* Beer? Scotch?

[curtwildmuse]

*quietly* Got any Jack? *puts a hand over his stomach as it growls; the food smells really good and he's hungry*

[shadow_liam]

*nods* Jason, get some Jack Daniels for Curt and I'll have the white Bush. *sits down and gestures Curt to one of the other chairs* So. You spend the night, we rough you up, one or the other or both of us fuck you,I don't draw any blood unless you ask for it and I don't break any bones. We feed you breakfast and send you on your way in the morning. How much?

[shadow_jason]

Right. I don't think we'll have a problem. *examines his fingernails as he smokes; his black nail polish is chipped*

*brings the food to the table: steak, garlic mashed potatoes, and peas. He serves Liam first, then Curt, and then after a moment's hesitation, sits at the table*

[curtwildmuse]

*is absolutely not going to say anything about this, even if it gets weirder as time goes on. A grand is a grand, after all* Looks great. Thanks.

[shadow_liam]

*gives Jason a look that says "you'll make up for all these liberties later" before tucking into his food* Steak's overdone, lad.

[shadow_jason]

*narrows eyes* This slave apologises, Master

[shadow_jason]

*looks at Jason* I want to see you top him. Consider this an ... exam if you will. *coldly* Impress me, lad.

*looks just a little nervous at that* Yes, Master. *to Curt* All right. Let's go. *leads the way upstairs to the back bedroom*

[curtwildmuse]

*follows along, silently wishing for another cigarette and wondering what the hell is up with these two*

[shadow_liam]

*follows Curt and Jason, admiring Curt's arse in the leather pants*

[shadow_jason]

*when they're all in the bedroom, strips out of his shirt, the collar, piercings, and marks all plain to see* Stand over there, arms over your head. *to Curt, pointing at the space directly below the suspension cuffs*

[shadow_liam]

*glances up at Liam, not sure if he should continue*

Yeah keep beating him. *reaches out and grabs a handful of Curt's hair, pulling him close and kissing him*

[curtwildmuse]

*whimpers and moans into the kiss and tries to pull forward, unsure he can take any more pain*

[shadow_liam]

*bites at Curt's lips and doesn't let him pull away*

[shadow_jason]

*continues beating Curt, putting his full strength into it*

[shadow_jason]

*moans again, mostly in pain, and keeps going*

*wraps his fingers around Curt's shaft and starts to stroke him roughly* God...you're like a fucking furnace.

[curtwildmuse]

*gives a loud, muffled yelp at the feel of Jason's hand and makes hard fists, trying to divert himself enough not to come*

[shadow_jason]

*starts fucking him faster, groaning* Fuck...so good...

[curtwildmuse]

*inhales sharply through his nose and goes down harder on Liam, practically choking himself, trying to hold off his orgasm, mostly out of fear*