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dcbbw · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday 6-2-21

Thanks for the tag, @ao719!

Life has been busy with work, the parentals, my nephew’s birthday AND kindergarten graduation, AND my parents’ 58th wedding anniversary. But I have been fitting in writing where and when I can.

Lap Dance and Friday Night Chat are almost finished. Progress is being made on Dirty Thoughts, Remixed, and the Platinum/TRR crossover. And below are three WIPs NO ONE asked for, but I’m writing anyway.

Disclaimer: everything is a rough draft, and final product may differ.

Everything is under the cut.

A Day in the Life (original, non-Choices related story):

She had overslept, thanks to a late night of Candy Crushing and her mobile’s battery running out of juice overnight, leaving her with no alarm to welcome her to Monday’s 6 a.m. It was not helpful that this Monday, of all days, was one of the most important days in the solicitor’s office where she worked. Her boss, Jonathan Thompson-Baker, was first chair on an investigation into members of Parliament in a case involving fraud, embezzlement, and possible prostitution.

There had been a write-up in The Guardian and BBC coverage for crying out loud. All personnel were expected to be in the office, and as Old Man Thompson’s personal secretary, Vic was to set the standard. Calling out was not an option.

Traffic had been horrible as Vic maneuvered her 10-year-old Mini Cooper through tight streets, making her way from her East End flat to South Kensington. Blackwell was a decent enough neighborhood, but it did have some gritty sections.

At least it wasn’t Hackney.

With one hand clutching the steering wheel and the other haphazardly shoving a breakfast of kippers and crisps into her mouth, Vic checked her reflection at traffic stops and red lights.

It wasn’t looking good.

Her shoulder-length blondish-brown hair hung limp and damp; the overpriced volumizing shampoo wasn’t working.

Her green eyes were bleary behind the lenses of her tortoise-shell glasses.

A breakout of pimples on her cheeks signaled that it would soon be time for her monthly visit with Mother Nature.

Her lips were thin, dry, and cracked without lipstick. Vic was closer to 40 than 30, and this morning she looked every minute of it.

Out of Time (TRR sci-fi AU)

The Night Before the Royal Wedding

“Everything changes tomorrow,” Liam murmured as he stared up at an ink black sky. Stars twinkled and glittered; the full moon bathed the woods in a silvery light. The night air was cool with the lightest of breezes.

The King and future groom was lying on his back in the woods that backed onto the rear of the Palace with his three closest friends. Drake’s cabin was exactly one mile east of the copse of trees they were sitting in; it was known as Caspian’s Crossing.

The legend was that Caspian was coming through the woods, on his way to meet his lover from a warring clan at a beach bordering the Azure Sea when he was captured by the Elders of his tribe and declared both disloyal and dishonorable. Caspian struggled and fought to no avail. Before he was marched back to his village to be put to death, the Elders offered to spare his life in exchange for the name and location of his lover; Caspian refused.

He knew they would kill her as well.

Standing before his fellow villagers, his head held firmly in the grip of the lunette of a guillotine, Caspian’s last wish was for his love to know how much he loved her. He whispered her name with his last breath.

His lover cried so many tears over his not showing and probable demise, they built a waterfall known as Forgotten Falls. Caspian’s love was now known as the Lady of Waterfall, granting her blessing to all the lovers who plunged from her heights.

Over the centuries, it was rumored that when the moon was full and the planets aligned just so, Caspian would appear to grant heart’s desires; however, Liam, Drake, Maxwell, and Olivia had been coming to the woods since they were teenagers and had never seen anyone or anything other than the occasional wild creature.

What Remains (Driam)

The pendulum of the grandfather clock swung to and fro; the ticking of its hands across the dial sounding like a hammer hitting marble. It was too loud. Or perhaps the room was too quiet.

The man squinted into the dim light of the shadowy room as he looked around. The curtains were still parted despite the rapid onset of dusk; the day’s earlier sunshine which had mocked him was making its way to the other side of the world.

He wandered over the to the nightstand, reaching for the tumbler of liquor with one hand; he shoved his free hand into his pant pocket. The alcohol burned his throat while tears burned his eyes. He knew his friends … their friends ... had returned from running errands and were in the kitchen, cooking. He could smell something savory and garlicky through the closed door.

He wasn’t hungry.

His eyes fell on the picture that his lover had always kept on the bedside table. It was them in silhouette, foreheads touching and arms encircling each other’s waist.

“I want it to be the first thing I see in the morning,” his lover explained with a blush on his cheeks.

“Even before me?” the man had asked in mock hurt.

“Nothing comes before you,” his lover murmured before pulling him in for a kiss.

And now he was gone.

Forever.

Not sure who to tag here since I STAY coming late to a party, so if you see this and wish to share some snippets, please do!

#WIP Wednesday #dcbbw writes #or is trying to

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sinnhelmingrmoved · 4 years ago

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tma au rundown. warning. long with too many bullet points.

basics:

her name is leah lindqvist. no, this is not her birth name, not even a name in any official records, but it’s what she goes by and what the majority of characters will know her as. the only exceptions to this are those who knew her in her human life and those who have stumbled upon her in statements -- more on that later.

appears to be in her late 20s-early 30s, with an old world aristocracy look under her gothic leanings. has a propensity for elegant/historical looks in her day to day life, being rather more put together than the setting’s primary goth. notable for her bloodless complexion and bright green eyes. tall and thin.

has lived in london for the last three years, looking for an in to the institute to further her own research. changes living arrangements at around season 3 to better stalk keep an eye on our main protagonist.

originally scandinavian, specifically danish, though her accent seems strangely lax for someone who claims to have only left her motherland a few years before.

is an avatar, though her exact ‘patron’ is a question she’s been trying to answer for a long, long time. the circumstances of what she deems her ‘becoming’ seemed to involve at least 4 separate entities, only one of which could have won her.

backstory:

was born the youngest of three children in a happy copenhagen home, her father from good stock and her mother a force to be reckoned with in the community. at some point, the house of cards crumbled for the couple, and their children were shuffled off to what relatives would take them. leah, or whoever she was before, went to her father’s brother specifically.

said uncle was a proper gentleman, a pillar of the community, worldly and wealthy. he had a particular fondness for the macabre, and venerated a man known as jonah magnus and his various associates. this man about town had such dreams for his latest acquisition, for this bright and tender child who wanted the whole of the world in her hands.

leah was raised alongside but differently from odin’s four sons, groomed for something beyond her understanding. she was expected to read and recite, to observe others, and to mind her ps and qs more than her cousins ever would. as she grew towards adolescence, odin took to traveling the world with his ward, haunting locations of past or ongoing fear activity. leah was meant to observe, and to be seen.

that was a perilous thing, and got her on the wrong side of various avatars and monsters more often than she cares to remember. she has had confirmed run-ins with the spiral, the stranger, the desolation, and the dark through these ‘misadventures,’ and has had at least one brush with the lukas family in her youth that leaves open the possibility of later lonely interference.

it should be noted, however, that leah’s moments of what her uncle would dub martyrdom -- that is, to be made to witness the influence of fears on the world -- were almost invariably fatal for the subject of observation. while odin perceived her as witnessing the world and following the path of the eye, leah herself was chasing death.

the dawning realization that her life was to be given solely in service to this all-seeing eye led to brief fits of rebellion or anxiety that her uncle worked to curtail. her panic at the situation came to a head at some point in her twenties when, according to all involved, leah attacked odin’s favored son. immediately afterwards, leah was ousted from the family, abandoned to a distant property. the outside world, however, would receive the fiction that she had gone missing and would never be recovered.

left to a rarely-traveled island on the norwegian sea, stripped of the protections her uncle offered under the sheltering eye, those entities who marked her soon came begging their pound of flesh. locking herself into a small cabin on the property, she endured bouts of darkness and mist rolling over the outside world, a constant knocking or clawing at the cabin door, and an apparent loss of self. after some perceived months of this isolation, some hallucination or dream came to her in which she perceived her patron reaching out and taking all of the fear away.

once awakened, she was discovered by a passing ship and returned to the mainland, walking and hitchhiking her way back to the main family estate. she found her uncle badly aged in the months of her absence, striking when he was alone and demanding answers from him : what was her intended purpose? what did the eye have to do with this? what had she become? why did he choose her? at some point, her interrogation became too much for the old man, and he passed before she received the answers she sought. after disposing of his body, odin became another missing person’s case in the family, and leah made her way across europe for the next few years seeking the answers she had not received from the source.

has had a past attempt to breach the institute and lasted a good few days hidden among the archives. was eventually found out, however, and was made to escape. all the way to the mainland, in fact, due to whatever she uncovered about the place rattling her deeply enough to keep away from england for some years.

eventually, with all other avenues of knowledge running dry, leah was forced to return and consider that the answers she sought lie in the institute itself. to that end, she had taken up residence in a london apartment complex and tried to get in several times.

recent events:

has been an accomplice in several fear-motivated disappearances of young men in the london area. it’s an open secret among those who know her status as avatar that she makes offerings for her ‘partner’ out of human sacrifices.

tried to infiltrate the institute and got far enough to nearly get eaten by worms in season one, saved only by the timely intervention of her partner. none of the actual archival staff are aware of said event until she actively brings it up.

has developed a growing fascination with the latest archivist, including reaching out to him in season 3 once he’s on the run.

eventually offers him her statement in exchange for a chance to delve the archives resources for the explanations she’s been without. becomes an occasional feature from there on until she once again flees into the night after a brush with its master.

spoilers:

has been completely divorced from the concept of time as it flows for others. many of the discrepancies about her story as she tells it can be explained through this: her months abandoned on the island actually took place over a number of years, her time spent combing through the european continent took more than a decade, and she can no longer remember her birth year because it does not align to her perceptions of self. even those she knew in humanity, such as gerry or peter, register as oddities for having aged in accordance with real time rather than her own.

her patron is the end, who had indelibly marked her at some point in her youth and seems to have intervened and claimed her once she was in serious danger. her exact role as an avatar of this fear is muddled by her decades of self-serving pursuit of knowledge rather than living up to whatever she was meant to do.

odin really stumbled into getting an intended avatar of the eye marked by different fears. it was not his intention, but rather a result of caretaker negligence in trying to make a witness of the girl. he never expected that it would have meant something in the grand scheme of things.

despite appearing all of 32 at most, leah was already in her twenties by the 90s. she’s actually in her 50s though her general issues with time mean she has not realized this fact and her status as an avatar has left her pretty ageless.

relationships:

alliance/partnership/friendship with sittimoranimiinterfectorem‘s michael. michael was the first of her kind leah met, and one she looked up to as a potential font of answers. instead, michael has been toying with her for years, as a liar ought to. outsiders can infer a variety of potential takes on the relationship, as outlined here.

alliance/mentorship/unrequited feelings with sittimoranimiinterfectorem’s jon. leah’s initial trepidation in approaching the new archivist soon turned to a soft spot for this man the world was going to eat alive. she realizes he is walking down the same path her uncle forced her down, and has taken on a slightly protective and wise elder role over him. that said, she has also has a fancy for him, attracted to his dark eyes and devotion to his humanity.

former companion/occasional ally of bookburnt‘s gerry. the two crossed paths every once in a blue moon during the years, given odin and mary were associated with one another in their travels and overlapping ideals. leah tried to take on a supportive role for the teen, sometimes sending gifts, while gerry in turn tended to cut loose with someone who got it. in adulthood, the two sometimes ran into one another in the weird world in which they inhabited, though leah had no idea this man was the same boy she had tried to bond with years before.

potential acolyte/student of medisinals‘s blackwell. we’re still plotting it out but the two have each other’s acquaintance as avatars of the end.

relevant statements:

statement of frida hoarr, concerning the disappearance and life of her husband odin. first mention of the hoarr family and leah’s original identity. (2001)

statement of olaf agner, concerning his time working for the hoarr family in north zealand. a less rose colored view of odin’s ‘visionary’ work and his 'creepy’ niece. (1987)

miscellany statements referencing a one eyed man and dark-haired girl/young woman at or around the scene of various incidents involving the fears across europe. sometimes references the girl in question reaching out to those that are marked. (80s-90s)

statement of torsten hoarr, concerning the personal records of his father and the disappearance of his cousin. (2007)

reference to leah’s invasion of the institute archives in an incidental discussion with michael shelley about his having been deceived into allowing a certain young woman into the archives (2009)

miscellany statements establishing odin as a sort of chessmaster invariably working with the eye before, during, and after leah’s part in his life. (60s-2001)

statement of james berger on the subject of his friend ethan hamilton going missing. first clear picture of leah and michael working in tandem. (2014)

statement of leah lindqvist concerning her personal history and... ‘becoming.’ statement recorded direct from subject. (2017)

#it is knowing it is knowing [V: TMA]#they can't get into my head [HEADCANON]

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stillgcod · 5 years ago

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( NEW VERSE ADDED: what if the world was different?

a catch-all tag for any and all divergence from twdg s4, because creating tags for all of that sounds like hell for me. this tag is basically for inputting sophie into previous seasons & removing her from ericson’s, or inside another franchise.

currently, under the cut, i’ll have backstories for soph for the following: twdg s2, & life is strange s1-s2! )

the walking dead game: season 2

in this verse, sophie’s parents do not die until the apocalypse, which means she & her siblings do not end up being sent to ericson’s. also, sophie doesn’t live in west virginia in this verse, but rather more towards where howe’s & the cabin is located.

sophie’s family has been with the howe’s group since carver first created it, her parents reluctantly joining in order to keep their three children safe. however, while out on a supply run, her parents unfortunately were killed when they got trapped in an overrun supermarket.

sophie and her siblings stayed with howe’s, having no other choice than to endure the reign of carver. the kids grew fond of what would later become the cabin group, who took the three of them with when they escaped.

the williams kids now reside in the cabin alongside the others, living always in fear of carver’s return.

since sophie is significantly younger in this au, her faceclaim is sophia lillis!

life is strange: season 1

sophie is a blackwell student, taking several art classes in hopes of becoming famous one day. sophie’s lived in arcadia bay her whole life, and dreams of adventure -- she knows she’s destined for more than small-town life.

she thinks rachel amber is probably the coolest person in the entire world, the girl being her biggest inspiration. her free spirit, her big dreams, and her carefree attitude... she’s everything sophie ever wanted to be.

when she disappears, sophie at first is like everyone else, believing she finally made it out to california like she had dreamed. but when chloe price comes around posting missing person flyers everywhere, sophie begins to suspect the opposite. everyone who’d been at blackwell for more than a few weeks knew about how close those two were, so for chloe to not even know..

it definitely doesn’t help when max caulfield, the newest girl at blackwell, suddenly begins to act strange.

but what can she say? life is strange, after all...

life is strange: season 2

sophie’s parents are gone. that’s something she’s come to terms with.

what she couldn’t take was the fact that the adoption agency wanted to seperate the twins and tennessee. someone was interested in adopting minerva, but not her or tenn.. and she couldn’t let that happen. she didn’t want to be separated again.

so what did they do?

they ran away. as far as they could.

after a bit on their own, they joined up with the group of drifters, lead by finn. it seemed better than trying to survive on their own. besides, it felt almost comforting to have other people who understood them. why they didn’t want to go back home.

really, this was their home now. and sophie felt way more free there than she’d ever felt. she doubted she’d ever leave, even if there was a promise that she and her siblings wouldn’t be separated if they returned.

she gets her first tattoo with the drifters -- it’s small and simple, as the idea of it scared her at first, but it’s the most beautiful thing to her. three small hearts, all in a row on her wrist. one for her, one for minerva, and one for tenn.

so they’ll never be separated again.

#002. // 🇲🇪🇷🇨🇮🇫🇺🇱 // ( 🇦🇩🇲🇮🇳. )#BWEH #i didnt include twdg s1 (bc i dont really know of much s1 rpers so its not really necessary) or s3 (same reason)

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Tennessee Architecture, Buildings

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April 17, 2020 Garden Chapel Pavilion, Memphis Architects: archimania

One of the nation’s largest faith-based hospital systems was adding a new tower amidst a variety of aged buildings in an urban, land-locked environment. The campus has virtually no outdoor respite amenities and only a tiny, windowless space for reflection and prayer for its almost 10,000 associates, caregivers, and ambulatory patients. The hospital had scheduled a 1970’s concrete cooling tower for costly demolition and removal.

The architect suggested re-purposing this once nationally-heralded engineering achievement into a work of architecture—a chapel pavilion. A massive amount of embodied carbon exists in the well-crafted Brutalist concrete structure.

Its oversized cylindrical openings naturally lend themselves to the needed program of spiritual connection between the user and the open sky above. The project reveals an architectural solution while also making a statement about respecting and re-purposing the nation’s aging infrastructure.

Client: Methodist Healthcare Foundation General Contractor: Turner Construction

April 17, 2020 Alcove Residential Tower, Nashville Architects: Goettsch Partners image courtesy of architects office Alcove Residential Tower in Nashville Apartments Totaling 375,800 square feet, the building will feature such amenities as a rooftop game room, two pools and several communal alcoves.

June 21, 2019 Four Seasons Hotel and Private Residences Nashville Design: Solomon Cordwell Buenz (SCB) image courtesy of architects office Four Seasons Hotel and Private Residences Nashville

Dec 15, 2018 Miller Park Chattanooga Innovation District, Chattanooga Design: Spackman Mossop Michaels, landscape architecture firm & Eskew Dumez Ripple image Courtesy Spackman Mossop Michaels Miller Park Chattanooga Innovation District

Sep 7, 2018 Shelby Farms Park Buildings, Great View Drive North, Memphis Design: James Corner Field Operations and Marlon Blackwell Architects image courtesy of Chicago Athenaeum Shelby Farms Park Buildings in Memphis Shelby Farms Park, one of the largest urban parks in the country, has implemented a master plan, developed by James Corner Field Operations (JCFO), to revitalize the Park into a unique, 21st century landmark.

Aug 14, 2018 Memphis Teacher Residency Design: archmania, architects image courtesy of architects Memphis Teacher Residency Tennessee Building Memphis Teacher Residency, a faith-based, non-profit organization required a new space for recruitment, training, and supporting teachers through an urban teacher residency graduate program.

Jan 7, 2018 Barrel House 1-14 at the Jack Daniel Distillery, Lynchburg, Tennessee, USA Design: Tuck-Hinton Architects photograph : Andrew Pogue Building at Jack Daniel Distillery Anyone taking a guided tour of the Jack Daniel’s distillery would agree that visiting an active barrel house is an unforgettably profound olfactory experience. As a barrel of whiskey matures, a portion of its contents is lost to evaporation.

Oct 25, 2017 Crosstown Concourse in Memphis, Tennessee, USA photograph : Jamie Harmon Crosstown Concourse in Memphis In the heart of Memphis, Tennessee is the awakened community of Crosstown. The genesis of this urban revival dates back to 1927, where a premier Sears retail store animated the community. At its height, this art-deco building housed 1,500 employees.

Jun 4, 2014 Williams Street Loft Residence, Chattanooga Design: Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects photo © Sarah Dorio Williams Street Loft in Chattanooga An outdoor gear and clothing mogul and his family came to us seeking to create an indoor/outdoor living compound in downtown Chattanooga. They purchased a 12,000 sf industrial building two doors down from their business headquarters. The property was a great fit for the industrial loft environment they desired.

Mar 25, 2014 Tennessee Affordable Residence, Chattanooga Design: Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects photo © Harlan Hambright Fairmount Avenue Townhomes Tennessee – Chattanooga Fairmount Avenue Townhomes is an 18 unit, LEED Platinum certified, affordable townhouse development. The project is designed for the Chattanooga Housing Authority and provides low income housing in the desirable North Chattanooga Neighborhood.

Mar 21, 2014 Art Studio in Chattanooga Design: Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects photo © Tim Street-Porter Akhriev Art Studio in Tennessee Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects received an AIA award of excellence for the design of an art studio and apartment in a redeveloping downtown neighborhood of Chattanooga called the Southside District.

Mar 20, 2014 Tennessee Riverside Residence, Tellico Plains Design: Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects photo © Sara Dario / Harlan Hambright Tellico Cabin Tennessee Hefferlin + Kronenberg Architects designed a cabin on the Tellico River for a doctor and his wife. He has been fishing the Tellico since childhood and the site holds an important sentimental value to him.

Jan 9, 2014 Alumni Hall – Vanderbilt University Development in Nashville Design: Bruner/Cott Associates photo : Richard Mandelkorn Vanderbilt University Nashville Building This project comprises the renewal of the university’s original student center, a 1925 Tudor Revival building designed by Henry C. Hibbs as a World War I memorial that is now listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Jul 29, 2008 Franklin Woods Community Hospital, Nashville

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buyherepayhereusa · 7 years ago

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5 Haunted Roads & Places in Tennessee

It’s Halloween weekend and for those of us who are too old to trick-or-treat, we’re probably going to binge-watch horror movies, go on haunted pub crawls, or if we’re daring enough, take a trip to the spookiest roads and places in our state.

If you want to visit some of the most haunted roads and places in Tennessee, look no further. Whether it’s ghosts and grave robbers or cult ceremonies and cryptic messages, your primal terrors are sure to be awakened. Just remember to have gas in the engine, check your tires, and have these essential car items when you go… if you dare.

5 Haunted Roads and Places in Tennessee

Take a scary tour of Tennessee’s most haunted roads and places. Thanks to Civil War burial sites and rich folklore from Irish and Scottish immigrants, there are plenty of scary stories and settings to experience this Halloween. Ironically, many of the following haunted places can be both creepy and serene at the same time. You may get goosebumps from the fright or the beautiful sight.

Filled with Civil War battlefields, historic graveyards, and old-fashioned Southern lore, Tennessee is home to some of the scariest roads in the world.

Roaring Fork Motor Trail (Great Smoky Mountains National Park)

Source: TripAdvisor (by cbfinn_99)

Considered by many to be Tennessee’s most haunted road, Roaring Fork Motor Trail won’t disappoint. To get there, head into the Smoky Mountains National Park via the Cherokee Orchard Entrance (off the main street in Gatlinburg at traffic light #8) and you will see the cars-only Roaring Fork Motor Nature Trail after you pass the Rainbow Falls trailhead.

Drive on this 5.5-mile trail located in the Smoky Mountains for a spooky, but scenic drive filled with old cabins and mills, beautiful waterfalls and wildlife, and maybe young Lucy—an alluring ghost who wanders around the park looking for help.

According to legend, Lucy and the rest of her family died in a tragic cabin fire at the beginning of the 20th century. There are lots of places to pull off, but don’t wander for too long. The mountain mist might just swallow you up.

Even if you don’t run into a ghostly emissary, you can still hear whispers and murmurs from the popular roaring waterfalls. As Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of Sherlock Holmes stories, once said, “Where there is no imagination there is no horror.”

Drummond’s Bridge/Trestle (Briceville, TN)

Source: realhauntedplaces.blogspot

In Briceville, there is a scary bridge that is made even scarier by local lore. There are many different accounts of the Drummond legend, however, it seems the real story is that a 25-year-old miner was hanged in retaliation for the murder of William Laugherty during the Coal Creek War (Karin Shapiro, A New South Rebellion).

Source: coalcreekaml.com

The Coal Creek War was an armed labor uprising that started after the Coal Creek Mining and Manufacturing Co. started sending prisoners from the Tennessee state prison system to work in the mines (the Tennessee State Prison is a haunted spot in its own right—watch this drone film for a virtual tour). This saved the company money but left many Briceville men unemployed. On October 31, 1891, coal miners took up arms and revolted. The war resulted in many deaths, and although the revolt was squashed, the convict labor system was eventually abolished.

Dick Drummond was one of the many laborers who were killed by militiamen sent by the Governor John P. Buchanan. Legend has it that the ghost of Dick Drummond still wanders the area looking for revenge against the soldiers who dragged him to the railroad trestle and hanged him. If you are one to connect with the spirits, may be able to see a shadowy figure hanging from the bridge’s trestlework or walking the tracks.

As part of a spooky game, kids dare each other to walk across the bridge at midnight. Apparently, at midnight Drummond walks across the bridge and then vanishes into thin air. Whether it’s a local trickster or the ghost of Drummond himself, the trip will surely scare the wits out of you. Bring your camera, you may just be able to capture it.

If you don’t think that’s scary enough, try driving through Circle Cemetery Road, up the hill on Circle Road, which causes the chills even during daylight. Also be sure to check out Red Ash Cemetery (official name is Turley Cemetery), around 10 minutes away from the bridge, located off Old Tennessee 63 in Caryville, TN (GPS Coordinates: Latitude: 36.365900, Longitude: -84.271475).

The entire Red Ash area is suspected of being haunted, including reports of giant goatmen. From Satanic rituals to murder, stories and hauntings abound. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

Sensabaugh Hollow Road/ Sensabaugh Tunnel (Kingsport, TN)

Source: Flickr (posted by DM)

Located in a beautiful hamlet in Kingsport, Tennessee, Sensabaugh Tunnel and Sensabaugh Hollow Road are surrounded by primitive forests and valleys.

Since Sensabaugh Tunnel was first built in the early 1900s, people have been reporting screams, baby cries, and other phantom sounds coming from the tunnel. According to legend, a homeless man broke into the Sensabaugh family home and kidnapped their child. Ed Sensabaugh chased the man into the tunnel, but he was too late. The kidnapper drowned the baby in the tunnel before Ed had the chance to stop the thief.

Another version of the story claims that Ed was the murderer. Ask some Tennessee locals about the tale and you might hear a story of Ed the Madman, who went crazy and murdered is wife and child. He took lifeless bodies and hid them in the tunnel.

Other folklore says there was a woman who was driving through the tunnel when her car stalled and she went searching for help. As you might expect, she was never found again. Another story tells of a young pregnant woman who was chased into the tunnel. She gave birth to her child before dying soon afterward. The baby’s cries can still be heard today.

If you are too afraid to go walking around, don’t assume you are safe inside your car. Tennessee folklore also warns of a ghostly woman who will appear in your backseat if you try driving through. Others claim that if you try driving through the tunnel, and then turn your car off when in the middle, you won’t be able to turn it back on again until you have manually pushed the vehicle out of the tunnel first.

Even though the Sensabaughs and the women in the tunnel are long gone, their spirits are said to be lurking, scaring off anyone who dares to enter. Needless to say, Sensabaugh Hollow Road and Sensabaugh Tunnel are terrifying places to visit, especially on a dark autumn night.

Franklin on Foot (Downtown Franklin, TN)

Source: TripAdvisor (submitted by RangerNate)

If you want to step out of your car and experience history and folklore told by master storytellers, consider Franklin on Foot, an in-depth ghost tour founded by Margie Thessin. According to her interview with Williamson Source, the most haunted street in Franklin is 3rd Avenue.

Located just south of Nashville, downtown Franklin is home to some great cemeteries and Civil War sites. You can choose among the many tours available, including the Classic Franklin, Civil War in Franklin, Grave Matters in the Cemetery, and Ghosts of the Battlefield at the Lotz House. Just remember to make reservations in advance on the website (available Monday through Saturday).

Watch this video from Williamson Source to learn more:

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Meeman-Shelby Forest (Germantown, TN) and Pigman Bridge (Millington, TN)

Source: Facebook Group “Pigman Bridge Memories”

Meeman-Shelby Forest is a beautiful state park sitting on over 13,000 acres and bordering the Mississippi River just north of Memphis. Full of camping spots, hiking trails, reflective lakes, and surrounded by the Chickasaw Bluffs, the park is home to many magnificent plants and animals. In addition to bald eagles, songbirds, foxes, bobcats, and other endangered species, there’s a different sort of creature that is said to stalk the grounds.

According to legend, a man was horribly disfigured after an accident at an underground powder and explosives production plant during WWII (Millington Ordnance Works/Plant). Shunned by his coworker and the local residents and known simply as Pigman, the popular Tennessee tale says that man with the face of a pig haunts the Shelby forests looking for his next victim.

He is most spotted at night near the “Pigman Bridge” in the nearby town of Millington, but has also been spotted at the state park. Just look for the smoke stacks near the Chicakasaw Ordnance Works. For the best chance at seeing the Pigman, wait for the full moon and park your car in the middle of the bridge at midnight. Turn your lights and engine off and roll down your windows. Then, flash your lights three times while calling “Pigman, Pigman, Pigman” at each flash and wait. Don’t worry, he’ll come to you. Oink!

For more information on Meeman-Shelby Forect, click here. Don’t forget your flashlight!

Haunted Cemeteries in Tennessee:

Arney Hill Cemetery – Elizebethton, TN

Bethel Cumberland Presbyterian Church Cemetery – Atoka, TN

Elmwood Cemetery – Memphis, TN

Pegram Family Cemetery – Pegram, TN

Salem Presbyterian Church Cemetary – Atoka, TN

Haunted Bridges in Tennessee:

Burnt Mill Bridge – Scott County, TN

Crazy George’s Bridge – Dry Hollow, TN

Drummond’s Bridge – Briceville, TN

Hanniwal Bridge – Elkton, TN

Scarce Creek Road Bridge – Lexington, TN

Watauga River Bridge – Elizabethton, TN

Haunted Houses in Tennessee:

Bell Witch Cave – Adams, TN

Bell Witch Cave and Tavern – Adams, TN

Bellwood Mansion – Dover, TN

Bijou Theatre – Knoxville, TN

Blackwell House – Bartlett, TN

Brister Library – Memphis, TN

Carnton Plantation – Franklin, TN

Earnestine and Hazel’s – Memphis, TN

Hales Bar Marina & Dam – Guild, TN

Ornamental Metal Museum – Memphis, TN

Orpheum Theatre – Memphis, TN

Resthaven Memorial Gardens – Clarksville, TN

Rotherwood Mansion – Kingsport, TN

St. Paul’s Spiritual Temple – Memphis, TN

Tennessee State Prison – Nashville, TN

The Delta Queen – Chattanooga, TN

The Old Stone House – Alcoa, TN

The Read House Hotel – Chattanooga, TN

The Thomas House Hotel – Red Boiling Springs, TN

Wheatlands Plantation – Sevierville, TN

Woodruff-Fontaine Mansion – Memphis, TN

More Tennessee haunted places can be found here.

Warning: Many of the areas require permission to visit. Check with the local authorities to make sure you are allowed to go. Trespassers will be prosecuted.

Avoid the Real Horror This Halloween! Learn Car Safety

The worst horrors are the real-life ones. While you are extremely unlikely to experience any kind of physical injury or death from the paranormal, the odds aren’t so good when it comes to getting behind the wheel.

According to NHTSA data, Halloween is the 3rd deadliest day of the year for pedestrians, and the 2nd most dangerous day for motorists.

Car crashes are the leading cause of teen deaths. In the United States alone, there are around 38,000 deaths on the roads every year, an average of approximately 102 deaths per day.

Learn essential driving safety tips to stay safe on the roads:

Pay extra attention to pedestrians and kids darting into the road.

Don’t drink and drive! Designate a sober driver.

Stay off your cell phone! The text/call can wait.

Use your lights and mirrors properly.

Headlights, Laws, and Road Safety

Winter Driving Tips | How to Handle Skids

How to Winterize Your Car

How to Properly Use & Position Car Mirrors

10 Bad Driving Habits

How to Tie Things to a Car Roof

Looking for a safe vehicle for your ghost huntings? We carry a large inventory of Certified Pre-Owned Vehicles, each of which go through a comprehensive 180-Point Quality Inspection before they are listed.

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Houses For Sale in Free Union, VA

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3 story home built in 1920 with a back addition in the sixties with a basement

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Voltron fanfic: “Scattered” Chapter 11

Season 2 AU. No ships, K+ to T rating. Begin at the beginning here.

After grabbing a pair of sentry heads that looked whole and tossing them into the cabin of her speeder, Pidge tried to shift the first fallen drone. But even though it was much smaller than the fighters used by the warships, it was still much bigger than she was and quite heavy. There was no way she would be able to bring it back to the village on her own, even with her anti-grav platform.

“Fine. When the others get here we’ll load you into a spare cargo space. Then I can start taking you apart. In the meantime…” She brought up her gauntlet and powered up the scanner. Starting at one wingtip of the drone, she began carefully scanning every inch of the thing to create a schematic.

As she worked, she let her thoughts drift back to her family. She had the last known location of her father and brother. They had been together, were hopefully still alive. She began talking to herself.

“Maybe I can convince Allura and the others to go there first. We’ll want to take them back to Earth after all, and if we go to the slave camp first we don’t have to backtrack. One less wormhole for her to make.”

She was two-thirds of the way through the scan when a thunderous boom rolled through the air. She looked up instantly, scanning for storm clouds, although the noise had been more self-contained than the thunder she knew. It was more like a sonic boom. And then she saw the silhouette rise over the far horizon.

Pidge ran for her speeder and threw herself into it. After a split second of debate she headed for the nearest set of rocky hills. Perhaps she could find a cave to hide in and wait the ship out. Maybe they didn’t know where she was yet.

Regrettably, confirmation came in the form of a purple energy bolt, striking the ground to her right and tossing the speeder twenty yards to the left from the shockwave. She lurched and banged her head on the windscreen.

Yeah, not forgetting my helmet again…

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It had taken hours, hours he didn’t have to spare, but Darzi had his new accomplice. He had carefully sounded out the people who showed disappointment or anger on his behalf after his imminent departure was announced. A captain who shared his views on the danger of alien threats had a cousin among the medtechs. The captain convinced him to help Darzi, then altered the schedule of people monitoring Kogane to put him there alone at 0330.

Darzi was still angry at himself for misjudging Perkins. Just because the man was slow in movement and speech didn’t mean he was slow in thinking. And the problem with trusting a stand-up guy like Perkins was that his loyalty could shift if he decided the other side was more moral. But Perkins was gone already and no one else could bear witness to what had happened. Darzi reminded himself not repeat that mistake, not to let Kogane provoke him.

Darzi stepped inside and nodded at the medtech, Blackwell, who was already making preparations. The monitors for Kogane’s vitals were set up with the alarms on them turned off. A saline drip was in place and ready to accept the drugs.

“All right. He’s due for another round of sedatives in less than three hours. This is your best chance for countering the sedative with enough time to administer the amotrazephine once he’s awake again and get a few questions in before we have to clear out.”

“Understood. Start with the adrenaline.”

The medtech stuck a syringe into the Y-set and began slowly adding adrenaline into the liquid. Darzi watched Kogane’s face like a hawk, but there was no change yet. The rhythm of the monitors for heart rate, respiration, and brain activity did not shift.

Blackwell was watching the monitors, continuing to empty the syringe of adrenaline very slowly. When the syringe was empty, the medtech pulled it free. “That’s the first dose. Starting the second dose. Given the previous evidence of his high tolerance for any drug, we will pause after the second dose to allow time for it to take effect. While we wait I will administer the first dose of amotrazephine.”

“Understood.”

Blackwell took the same care as before, adding the adrenaline very slowly and watching the monitors. The second dose was almost gone when both men noticed a quickening in the low beeps.

“It’s working!”

The medtech finished the second dose and picked up a larger syringe. “Yes, all his vitals are showing signs of the stimulant. Starting the amotrazephine now.”

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Pidge had the speeder’s throttle wide open, going as fast as she could toward the cover of the hills. She registered that a whine began to sound just before the shot went off and used that to dodge as randomly as she could, given her momentum. Two more blasts missed, with her being able to ride out the shockwaves, before her luck ran out.

She was almost to her goal when the next blast came too close and clipped the speeder. The automatic ejection system vaulted her into midair and she frantically tried to control her trajectory with her jet pack before gravity took over. Yet another strike missed and the shock wave sent her spinning through the air, rattling her already painful head. She screamed as she tried to right herself, hearing that telltale whine again.

The noise was eclipsed by a sudden roar and the blasts seemed to pause. Pidge focused, as she was hurtling toward the ridge of the rocky hills too fast, and yanked out her bayard. She shot the blade into the ground as an anchor and fired her jetpack in bursts to counter the centrifugal force before it could slam her into the ground. She landed sideways and rolled several yards before she could stop. She pushed up to her knees, her stomach ready to pull a Hunk, and she looked back.

The Green Lion was flying on its own. It appeared to have rammed the Galra ship hard enough to bend the ion cannon. Now it dove straight for her and instinctively Pidge scrambled to her feet and used her jet pack once more to jump high enough into the air to land in its open mouth.

She raced to the cockpit and threw herself in the pilot’s seat. “All right, let’s get this ship away from the Arusians!” They took off for the south, past the old location of the castle.

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The Castle exited the wormhole and Allura held it in place until the Metrean transports were all through.

Coran activated his scanners to look for the Green Lion. They began flashing red and an alarm sounded. “Quiznak! Galra warship, headed south from our location!”

“Paladins! To your Lions! We need that ship destroyed immediately!”

Hunk left his position escorting the Metreans and shot in the direction indicated. Shiro and Lance ran for their doors and dove in, following seconds later.

Shiro spotted the ship as they flew over a mountain ridge. “Visual! One Galra warship…and the Green Lion! Jawblades out! Let’s take it down!”

He went right and Lance went left, scoring the hull of the ship on both sides and leaving fireballs in their wake. Hunk activated his super-armor and surged up from beneath, head-butting the ship so its own blasts went harmlessly into the air. The Green Lion dove from above and fired its lasers into the bridge area.

Shiro arced the Black Lion around for another pass. “Pidge, can you hear us?”

There was a burst of static, then Pidge’s voice came in. “—ight, forgot. The Lions have comm panels, too!”

“All right, everyone! One more attack, all lasers on full power. Pidge same target you just used. Lance, propulsion in the rear. Hunk, aim for the hull below the cannon. I’ll come in from below. Everyone in position?” At the chorus of ‘ayes’, he shouted, “Fire!”

The Galra ship cracked apart in flames.

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They’re trying again.

Keith could feel his awareness returning, though he didn’t bother to open his eyes. Two voices mumbled as if discussing something, then one of them, a new voice, rose and addressed him.

“Cadet Kogane, please tell us about the events of six weeks ago when you and several others disappeared in a ship that looked like a blue lion.”

“You wouldn’t listen to Shiro.” You never listen.

“Where did the lion take you?”

“Home.” The Blue Lion brought us to her home.

Another voice interrupted. “I was right! He is an alien! Ask about the knife!”

“Where did you get the knife you carry?”

“Parents.” It was in a box of things. The only things I got from them.

The second voice crowed. “See?”

“Get control of yourself. He’s not really giving us enough information to determine that.”

“But the amotrazephine—”

“Is not foolproof. He’s practically answering in monosyllables. We need details.”

“Then give him more!”

“Two doses sent him into a near-catatonic state last time. You’ll lose every chance if I do.”

“Perkins said he was controlling that! If we give him more, then maybe he’ll be too out of it to retreat like that.”

There was a long pause, enough to make Keith wonder if Darzi was about to lose yet another ally.

“A quarter-dose. I’m not willing to go farther than that.”

“Fine!”

Damn.

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As the ship touched down on level ground near its original location, Allura began issuing orders. “Hunk, lead the Metrean transports on a scouting run and see if there is a location they think will be suitable. Lance, bring your Lion in and go to the passenger halls and find the Holts. Shiro, check on Pidge. Coran, keep up constant scans in case more Galra show up. I’m going to the Arusian village to let them know what’s going on.”

Like the cogs in a well-oiled machine, they all sprang to do their part

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Lance raced down the hallways, answering questions from the former slaves on the fly. “We’re good for now! Galra ship is destroyed! We’ve landed, we just need to coordinate with the Arusians and find a good place for you all! Hang tight!”

He skidded to a stop in front of the door to the Holts’ quarters. It slid open to reveal Matt ready to leave and the doctor pulling on a jacket.

“What’s the word?” Matt looked at Lance with the mild squint he had developed in a year without glasses or contact lenses.

“We’ve landed on Arus. There was an issue with a Galra warship, but it’s been taken care of.”

Dr. Holt looked alarmed. “Is Katie all right?”

“I think so. Shiro? Have you got Pidge yet?”

“Almost. She’s heading back now.”

“I’m here, I’m here! Sorry! I promise not to forget my helmet again until I have the wrist communicators ready!”

“What wrist communicators?” Lance asked, baffled, and the Holts looked just as baffled since they had no way to hear the entire conversation.

“Yeah, so we can stay in touch even when we’re out of uniform.”

“Okay, that is a good idea. Meet me in your hangar?”

“What, now?” I need to go back to the village. I left my helmet and all my projects and—Shiro! I think I found where Dad and Matt are! We can—”

“Pidge,” Shiro interrupted. “Trust me. Take your Lion to the hangar first.”

“Why…okay, I’m coming.”

Lance’s grin threatened to split his face. He grabbed each of the Holts by an arm. “This way! Let’s go!”

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Pidge set Green down in the hangar and scrubbed one hand through her hair. She felt filthy after her desperate race from the Galra. She was definitely going to have a very, very long bath. She smothered an ‘ow’ when her fingers found the place where she had hit her head. Time in a cryo-pod was on the agenda as well.

But first she would see what the heck Lance thought was so important, then corner Shiro and Allura about rescuing her family before making the trip to Earth. Her arguments were logical and practical, but she knew Allura was frantic about Keith. And that was also a logical reaction, given that they had had absolutely no signal from him. But Keith couldn’t get into too much trouble on Earth, could he?

Lance and a couple of humanoids entered the bay doors on the other side of the hangar. Pidge wondered idly who they were as she left the cockpit and followed the ramp down to exit her Lion. People he had picked up on his adventure, perhaps. He had found a work camp of some sort and saved the workers from the Galra…

Wait.

It can’t be.

She jumped the rest of the way down the ramp and out into the hangar.

“Katie!”

She didn’t realize she had started running until she slammed into her father, flinging her arms around him. A second pair of arms enveloped them both. She heard a voice crying over and over, “It’s you! It’s really you!” Belatedly she realized it was her own voice.

“It’s us, all right!” That was Matt.

“Kiddo, we are so glad to see you!” Dr. Holt pressed his cheek to her temple and Pidge blinked. She was so much taller now than when they had left for Kerberos! Fighting a sudden wave of dizziness, she pulled back enough to get a good look at them. She noticed Lance hanging back and swiping his eyes in a suspicious manner.

“I can’t believe it! I just found records of where you were taken, I was about to beg Allura to go get you before we went back to Earth! But you’re here!” She jumped into her father’s arms again and hugged him with all her might.

“My turn, runt!” Matt tugged at her and the siblings embraced. Matt then pushed her to arm’s length and looked her over. “I think I like you better with long hair. You look too much like me, now.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “It was the only way to get access to the Garrison after Iverson banned me. And it worked – they never recognized me there!”

Her father chuckled and laid a hand on her head. Pidge pulled back and hissed as pain flared. “Kiddo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing important. Banged my head during the fight. That’ll teach me to leave my helmet behind.”

“Whoa, you’re injured?” Lance interrupted. “We need to tell Allura and get you into a cryo-pod!”

Pidge started to shake her head, realized that would be a huge mistake, and replied, “No, I need to talk to them first about going to the coordinates I found…” She trailed off as her brain caught up with the changed situation. Her family was already here. They could leave straight for Earth at any time.

Her senses were starting to get fuzzy. Pidge clinically assessed the probability of a concussion as her legs started to give out.

Lance darted forward and caught her before she could fall. “Yep, definitely a cryo-pod for you!” He scooped her up and headed for the hangar doors. “This way!”

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He could feel a difference now. His thoughts felt less under his control and his link to Red seemed more tenuous than before. Red!

I am here.

Don’t let me go!

Never, my Paladin. Stay with me.

“His brain function is a bit slower, but his heart rate is increasing. I don’t like it.”

“Ask quickly, then!”

“What is the Voltron?”

Keith tried to stay silent, but the notion that Voltron was a thing had to be denied. “Not the Voltron.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not an it. A team.” The best team I could ever be a part of.

“What team? Who else is on this team?”

“Answer us! Who else? McClain? Garrett? Gunderson? What happened to them?”

“Defenders…” Defenders of the Universe.

“A bunch of second-rate cadets, a compromised pilot, and a punk like you? How could you defend anything?” He felt a hand on his face, gripping his chin, and remembered the last time this man had laid hands on him. Panic sent his heart rate skyrocketing.

At that Red’s presence surged forward, stronger than ever before. She snarled in his defense. Paladin! Let me in!

Keith opened his mind to her.

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Blackwell forcibly yanked Darzi’s arm, breaking his grip on Kogane, and looked nervously at the monitors. “His brain function is quickening. I don’t understand how that could be.”

“Then add more amotrazephine! The others thought it was slowing things too much but that’s not the case!”

The medtech swallowed and put another syringe in place, ready to add the drug in tiny steps.

The youth opened his eyes.

His glowing, golden eyes.

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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Closed for: @jonahgarlandLocation: Blackwell Cabin It was a nice idea to transfer the entire business to a damn island… if people were ok with permanent heat, sweating and the occasional mosquitoes that would bother the living shit out of everyone. For Steven Blackwell, tropical islands were best in small dosages. Not a permanent form of residence. He understood that the sun and sea were inviting but there was nothing wrong with the sound of rain on the window or a nice fireplace when the weather was cold. To each, their own. Steven scoffed as he read the response from the little shit he had invited over, unable to prevent his own eyes from rolling at the words exchanged. My name is Jonah. Actually, his name was whatever the fuck Steven wanted to call him. Pets and staff members had no wants. At least, back in his day, the only thing that a staff member wanted was to please whoever called for them – obviously happy for being deemed worthy of someone else’s time and money. Something that Steven had an inkling that this Jonah Pipsqueak would not do.

Without even skipping a beat, he shot another text to the staff member – something along the lines that he couldn’t be bothered with names and to enter once he arrived for the door would be open. He had met plenty of these in the past. Steven tossed the phone to a nearby chair and took a deep breath – choosing to actually do something productive with his time: a nice fresh shower followed by picking some trinkets he had snatched from one of the dungeons. That was the Pipsqueaks’ opportunity to impress him. Right there laying on a table – from whips to floggers, to dildos and plugs, handcuffs, ballgags and nipple clamps. If he was paying to be pleased, that shitty Pipsqueak would have no other option but to play by his rules… and hopefully so something interesting. If he yawned even if once… that little shit would be tossed out the door faster than the garbage men took care of things. All he needed to do now… was wait. And not end up disappointed.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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Blue eyes followed the staff as he bent over the bed without much of a word – quickly obeying his orders and presenting his ass the way he should. Steven always liked the trained ones. He had no time nor patience to educate a staff member on how to behave with a client. Even when he was the boss – he would simply show those less obedient creatures a crash course on how to properly engage with clients. There were all sorts of personalities: the ones that liked to boss, the ones that liked to be bossed. Then there were those that expected complete submission and those that liked when there was some semblance of rebellion. Maybe the talk back turned them on or even gave them a reason to be rougher. Steven simply liked to keep things easy. Obey and be rewarded. Be a bitch and get punished. He wasn’t without mercy, of course. If the guy he was with pleased him – he would make sure to please them in return. It was black and white. One way or another. No need to make a circus out of it like so many other men did. Especially those with a Richard Gere complex that wanted to save the staff members from their life of whoring around.

As silently as a shadow, Steven positioned himself behind Jonah and glanced over to the concealed camera. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed the hem of the staff’s pants to pull his ass closer to his groin, Give the Pipsqueak a feel of his hard cock concealed in his pants – all the whole his gaze as on the camera all the damn time. His hips rolled forward once: a thrust that left very little for the imagination. A preview of how hard he was planning on fucking Jonah during their encounter. With his hand still on the staff’s pants, Steven leaned down over the shirtless torso . slowly dragging his tongue over Jonah’s spine until he paused between his shoulder blades. A pause for him to use his free hand to collect the handcuffs, slapping the cold metal around the staff’s wrists. “Try not to struggle. They will cut through your skin and I don’t want your blood all over my bed.” After a quick moment, Steven stood behind Jonah once more, this time with both of his hands on the staff’s hips. Holding him in place as he continued to grind against the other’s round ass, his cock already aching inside his pants. Blue eyes returned to the camera for a second – as one hand descended upon Jonah’s ass, spanking his right ass cheek so hard that the sound seemed to echo around them forever. “Roll your ass for me, boy. Show me how much you want to be fucked by a REAL man.”

Once again, he was reduced to simply a pawn in somebody else's mindgames, a random accessory that happened to be at this place in this very moment in time. Utterly exchangable, particularly since Blackwell had chosen him to be here out of sheer coincidence, without even being aware of any other connection between Jonah and Alexander King. Of course, the blonde himself wasn't aware of many of the schemes and machinations going on in the background. And why would he? Most of the conflicts he seemed to get woven into over and over had nothing to do with him in the first place. In a way, that was tragic. Frustrating, if only he was actually aware of it. He certainly would have grown tired of being dragged into other people's stories, to be hated, desired or even simply used for reasons that were miles beyond his own control. Whether he was loved or hated, all Jonah truly wished for was for the people in his life to care about him either way; he was a person, after all. Not just someone's tool. Of course, some people would probably never be convinced to think of him that highly, and with Steven Blackwell in particular, the slightest bit of respect or acknowledgment was already an ambitious goal. Jonah was aware of that, and yet he was stubbornly determined to pursue it.

There was no denying Steven had an imposing presence; despite Jonah's personal dislike of their first interaction, he had to admit the man was attractive, both in terms of looks as well as the aura he gave off. Strict, dominant, determined. It was a vibe the staff found generally quite arousing, and while Blackwell wasn't his favorite person on the island... he had to admit that part of it was getting into the situation. His submissive mindset kicked in as the man began to command him, and with a slight nod, Jonah stripped off his shirt, glancing at Blackwell exposing his bare torso while he stepped up to the bed as instructed. The older male was certainly in great shape, every muscle well-proportioned, the amount of hair on that chest just enough to compliment that masculine vibe. A true man's man - the type where Jonah usually didn't even mind if they called him boy. Except of course he noticed the condescending tone, the way in which Blackwell used his words carefully to put him down, to establish that he was inferior to the client. At least it was better than Pipsqueak. "Yes, Sir." Nodding after he was reassured the other would respect the safeword - although Jonah was highly determined not to use it unless absolutely necessary - he bent over the bed, putting his arms behind his bare back, face resting against the sheets as he arched his back, the shorts-clad curve of his ass up in the air as he'd been told.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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Steven Blackwell liked to pride himself on being a man that knew what he wanted. He wouldn’t beat around the bush or play those silly little games that involved talking – because most people would be nervous or wanted things to go smoothly. If those sheep lacked the confidence to claim what they wanted from the get-go… they were not worth his time. To engage in a pathetic attempt to get to know someone was a waste of time. They were all there for the same reason: to fuck. To let their fantasies become a reality. As exclusive and rich as the Haus was, in the end… it was nothing more than a rich and high-end brothel. Many other clients would engage in conversation to either shake away the anxiety or attempt to make themselves look more human. Whatever bullshit they would come up with to make them sleep at night. But in the end, they all wanted the same thing. The Blackwell merely skipped the trivial chit-chat and go straight to the action. Why lose time pretending to be interested in someone’s life when all they wanted was to get their dick sucked by a gorgeous man and fuck them until they saw stars?

Still holding onto his drink, Steven remained silent as the staff undressed. Even if he had snatched one without thinking too much about it – the reason why he attended the auction was not there – he had to admit that he was happy with his choice. Cedric – that was his name right? – was a gorgeous man. His body now in full display was nothing short of arousing and the confidence that oozed from his every movement was more than enough to let Steven know that he was aware of what he was doing. Not in a cocky way but in a way that showed that Cedric had experience. No need for pointless anxiety. He wanted to be seen by him. To be admired and wanted. To be the one responsible for the aching boner on his pants. “You like to be seen, don’t you?” It was more of a statement than an actual question. Steven’s eyes lingered on the other man’s half-naked body, stopping at his groin as a smile slowly formed on his lips over how aroused the other man was. Nothing like seeing a guy hard to get his own blood pumping. “I made the right choice tonight. At least, so far.” The Blackwell took a sip from his drink and casually tapped his leg hard twice, a clear and obvious indication that Cedric should sit there. Close to him. “I might keep you through the night if this is just the beginning.” A confident guy that wasn’t shy about saying what he wanted? “Tell me… what was your goal tonight? Get picked by someone and end up face down and ass up?”

He would've been glad to know the client began to see some value in the time he spent on attending the auction - because in Cedric's eyes, it had definitely been worth it. In some ways, he may not have gotten out of it what he'd expected. The thrill of being up there on stage like a prized possession, a trophy for all the clients to fight over. Teasing them and making them lust over him as they outbid each other one by one, jealousy flaring up in the eyes of those who had to withdraw from the auction. In a way, all of that had happened, but it had been incredibly cut short. Blackwell's initial bid immediately kicked the potential competitors out of the running, leaving some longing for Cedric but all too quickly getting a chance to move on to the next option to bid on. But still, he admittedly couldn't have been more pleased with the actual outcome of who had bought him for the night. This client was extremely hot, had great taste, and Cedric didn't mind at all that he got straight to the point instead of opting for social smalltalk. As much as the blonde had been trained for those interactions all his life, in his heart he was cut out for a more primal approach. There was no need for getting to know somebody when one could just explore them on a more animalistic, sexual level. Cedric was fine with the fact that that was all Blackwell wanted from him. In a way, it was even arousing. That was the appealing part of being a whore.

There was no point in settling for mediocrity when one could have excellent quality. That was true for men as much as it was for booze. Cedric had been spoiled all his life in some ways, and admittedly he would've been disappointed if the night had ended with him serving some underwhelming, bland twat of a client. Blackwell was hot as hell, and his bar was well-stocked. As he was told to undress, the staff's eyes gleamed with eagerness when he watched the other man play with his growing erection through the fabric, making his mouth water with lust. Taking a deep sip from his own drink, Cedric put away the glass and began removing his shirt while the alcohol burned in his throat. Making sure to keep eye contact with the client, he aimed to take off his clothes not too slowly, but also not too fast, wanting to give Blackwell a show to watch. "As you wish, Sir." He couldn't hide a smirk when he was told to keep his underwear on; amused, as he mentally noted how lucky it was that he was wearing underwear in the first place. Even before coming to the Haus, Cedric had made it a habit to go commando more often than not, though he'd opted for some tight black boxer briefs tonight in honor of attending the auction. And it was only that pair of underwear he was left in as he stepped out of his pants, the outline of his hardening length visible even against the dark fabric just as the perky curves of his ass.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#cedricmorris

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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If there was one thing that Steven Blackwell learned when he was co-owner of the Haus, was that giving the right motivation and targeting one’s confidence would go a long way. He was not impressed by Jonah – not yet at least. He was just another athletic boy that assumed that he was pretty enough to make men lose their minds over his pseudo-angelical look. Steven had fucked guys like him. The flawless porcelain skin with blond hair and blue eyes cherubs. How many men had attempted to make him impressed and ultimately failed flat on their face? Jonah would be no different. The Blackwell was not without mercy, however. He was willing to give the staff member a chance – ONE chance to impress him and view him as someone perhaps someone he would call in for services in the future. So, the main point of this exercise was to test Jonah’s resolve. How BADLY did he want to prove him wrong? Would he be brave and actually go for the double dip? Deal with the dildo and he buried balls deep? The sheer anticipation was almost amusing. Almost enough to crack a smile out of the Blackwell. “Look at you go.” Steven’s gaze turned down as Jonah’s resolve made him move faster, showing just enough despair to get fucked – or seek to impress him – taking the damn dildo like a whore in heat. Was he really that aroused to the point he wanted to be filled to the brim or was he just trying to prove him wrong? Whatever scenario – Steven would win. He always won. “Is that your way of saying you want me to fuck you, boy?” Letting go of the dildo for a moment, Steven undid his pants and slowly pulled them down his legs alongside his underwear, his aching pride bouncing happily against his abs in all of it’s glory. He had been hard for a while. Jonah’s performance was merely keeping him in the same aroused state as he was before – which was better than making him soft. “Are you brave enough to do it?” One hand returned to the dildo to keep it steady while the other grabbed the base of his own cock and brushed the wet, engorged tip over Jonah’s crack. “I am not a monster.” At least, not always. “If you think you can manage this – I will give it to you. But I will fuck you so hard you’ll get your brains scrambled in the process. I won’t be gentle.” Not just because he would be penetrating Jonah alongside a dildo – but Steven was not known for kindness when it came to sex. It was one of the few times anyone could release the beast concealed within and go feral. Why hold himself back when there was no need for. “It will hurt for a while… but you have a safeword.” Again, not a complete monster. “If you want this – say it – as long as you won’t be afraid to use your safeword if you need.”

Jonah wasn't delusional. Even before actually coming to the Haus, but especially in the time since, he'd definitely been made more than aware that some clients would never view him or the other staff as more than what they were on paper: whores. Toys to play with and, not rarely, use without necessarily too much care for their pleasure or comfort, beyond the minimum level of safety that should be a given. Aftercare was certainly something Jonah preferred, and with being less experienced than the average Haus employee, he knew he was also possibly more in need of it than others at times. But he wasn't the type to expect or even demand anything from the men who paid him. He'd certainly been left in a playroom before after the fact, with some clients coming close to crossing a line for how much they put him through without taking care of him after. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but Jonah knew when to expect it - and there was no way Blackwell was going to let him stay for a cuddle after they were done.

His face still resting against the mattress, a slight frown mixed into his blissful expression as the man announced just how unperturbed he was left by Jonah's efforts. He couldn't hold back a groan as the leather flogger hit his bare ass, the cheeks clenching as his hole gripped tightly onto the plastic toy buried inside him. But it was Blackwell's taunting words that truly made the blonde breathe harder, having him wonder for a second if he'd really heard the other right. Fucking him alongside the dildo? Jonah had felt Blackwell's erection grind against him earlier, through the fabric, and he could only wonder how what he'd felt was even going to fit inside him with the toy still up his ass as well. And yet... the mental image alone sent hot shivers down his spine. Blackwell was wrong, and he was going to prove it to the man. Not even just in regard to his skills - Jonah wasn't sure he'd ever convince this particular client to change his opinion on him, and even if he did impress Blackwell, he was sure the man would never admit it. But he was wrong in regards to how much Jonah wanted this. Needed it. There was a lreason he still was at the Haus; he'd always known he enjoyed sex, but only here did he discover that primal want, that lust and desire to be claimed, and he felt it burn like a fever inside him in this moment. Holding back a deep moan, Jonah picked up the pace, feeling his bound wrists struggle against the metal cuffs now as a result of him bouncing his ass back faster, harder on the dildo, wanting Blackwell to see the desperate need with which he fucked himself, teeth biting into the sheets below him as his body begged the client to fuck him.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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In the end, all one needed was the right motivation. The right element of persuasion to get something done. In all honesty, Steven Blackwell had very little hopes for the blond he had requested to join him. His endgame was a different one – his gaze turning to the concealed phone that was filming the entire interaction with Jonah, only for him to later send it to Alexander. It did turn him on to imagine Alex’s face when he would receive the video and unlike the one he had sent before that was nothing more than a trip down memory lane, this one would be more present. Something that had just happened rather than attempting to summon a memory of times long gone. The Pipsqueak was there only to fulfill his role: to be the hole he would ravage that night before being tossed out without a hint of concern from the former owner. They were whores. Not every client would want to spoon after or provide them with the much needed aftercare. That implied a level of intimacy that Steven was not inclined on performing. Not with someone that was merely there to be a toy for his amusement. A toy that given the right tools, could perhaps become interesting enough for him to fuck… even if the mental image of a wobbling staff abandoning his cabin did felt rather hilarious on his mind. His hand kept a firm grasp on the dildo, refusing to move the toy for even a mere inch – for that was not his job. He had instructed Jonah to fuck himself on it and that was exactly was he was expecting. To see the hunger of the staff in that moment. To see just how badly he wanted to be filled – even if by a toy – for the sake of attempting to impress him enough to get fucked. “That’s all you can do?” Steven’s head tilted to the side, his gaze narrowing towards the staff that was ultimately doing his best given the position he was in and the limited room for maneuver. Points for trying – for rocking his ass back and forth as he did his best to fuck himself on every available inch of the dildo, seeking to hit that soft spot that would really make him come undone. “I’m not impressed.” The flogger descended a second time, hitting the opposite cheek that he had hit before as Steven merely scoffed at the sound of cold, unforgiving leather hitting skin. “Here was I was thinking about fucking you alongside the dildo… guess you are not as desperate as I assumed you were…”

Admittedly, Jonah had not put much thought beforehand into what kind of kinks and turn-ons might possibly be going on in Blackwell's head - beyond a somewhat sadistic enjoyment in making him feel small and humiliated, as had been demonstrated in their first meeting. So he had been anything but sure about what to expect from this encounter when the client had ordered him to his cabin, and now Jonah had to admit he was quite surprised, somewhat pleasantly so. Not only was it quite obvious that Blackwell enjoyed eating ass, but god, he was amazing at it too. As the man's tongue feasted on his hole, the blonde for the first time became truly consciously aware of his wrists being cuffed behind his back, as they stopped him from acting on the instinctive urge to grip the sheets, instead leaving him quite restless, lust and heat building up in his body. Yes, Steven's observation was very obviously correct; Jonah was needy, very much so, and he couldn't hold back a moan as Blackwell pulled away and left his clenching hole wet and abandoned.

He didn't need to think much about what the man might possibly be doing next; even if he'd forgotten through the haze of arousal what toys he'd picked himself shortly before, he wasn't teased very long, instead feeling the dildo slide up against the entrance that had been lubricated with Blackwell's spit. "Y-Yes, Sir", he quickly muttered under his breath as the older man commanded him to keep quiet, before biting down on his lower lip in anticipation. And indeed he had to swallow hard to suppress the groan that wanted to leave his throat the next moment when he felt himself be penetrated by the toy, the dildo stretching him open and invading his walls relentlessly. Jonah could feel his hole clench around the girth of the toy, his eyes half closed in a feverish haze as he bit his lip harder, sure to leave a mark as he struggled to not make a sound. The truth was, this felt too good for him to be thinking too much about the situation, though it certainly would've made sense for him to assume Blackwell deemed him unworthy of his actual cock. Jonah at least was not actively expecting the client to fuck him himself, but as he adjusted to the toy inside him, the blonde thought maybe this was sufficient anyway, surely feeling quite pleasant filling him up.

It took a second for Blackwell's next order to register through the feverish haze of arousal that clouded Jonah's mind right now. You seem desperate for dick. He could feel his cheeks turning a shade more red at those words; actually, Blackwell wasn't even wrong, probably. It was more than obvious in this moment that Jonah was not at all as innocent as he came across at times. Clad in just a precum-soaked jockstrap, and with the shorts pulled down, face down ass up on the client's bed, hands cuffed and the dildo shoved all the way inside him... Yes, he was in need. Desperate. And no matter what he thought of Blackwell as a person, the possibility that he might get to feel the man's cock inside him if he managed to impress... was enticing. Just as he began to move his hips once more, Jonah found himself unable to keep completely silent anymore - once the flogger hit his ass cheek, a heated groan came from the staff, muffled only by him biting his lip that hard. A mix of grunting at the sharp pain that the impact caused, paired with the intense lust he felt in this moment. And of course the sensations from the toy as Jonah rolled his hips, fucking himself on the dildo eagerly and with needy motions, round cheeks bouncing on the fake length while he opened his mouth, breathing heavily in an attempt to release some of the tension and built-up lust.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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stevenxblackwell · 2 years ago

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If there was one thing Steven Blackwell liked to do was… eat ass. There was something so incredibly decadent about the action on itself – that he couldn’t come to bare the concept of stopping once he was all in. This particular staff member was merely collateral damage on what he wanted to do to Alexander – but while he had a nice little toy to play with… why not make the most of it? His hands kept squeezing Jonah’s ass in a possessive manner, nails digging into the skin as he devoured the other’s hole like the world was about to end at any minute. The more the staff mewled and moaned in response to his actions – the more Steven was determined to reach that limit where the staff would either bend or break. Since he didn’t want to break a still useful toy, the Blackwell knew he needed to bend him. So, his tongue movements slowly began to cease as he slowly pulled away from the pink hole – smirking to himself as he saw how badly the staff was clenching with need. “Someone’s needy.” Without a proper remark, Steven spat against Jonah’s hole before smacking two fingers against it – leaving the staff with the sudden sensation of abandon and hollowness as he stood up behind him in order to proceed with the pre-determined plan of action that the Pipsqueak had chosen. His eyes fell on the other two selected toys. The flogger and the dildo. Without even thinking too much into it, Steven’s fingers closed around the fake dick prosthetic in order to admire the size of it, before crouching yet again behind the staff member. He didn’t need to talk. He had no urges to do so as he slid the dildo between Jonah’s cheeks, rubbing it against the still-wet hole that he had so carefully devoured moments prior. “Not a peep, now. Keep it to yourself.” While Steven did love a rowdy and loud guy in bed – he wanted to test just how far Jonah’s self-control went. His gaze returned to the hidden camera for a second, the time he needed to align the dildo with the staff’s hole and slowly penetrate his chosen toy with his chosen toy. It was just a nice sight to behold – the pink ring stretching to accommodate the invasion – clenching and relaxing almost immediately as he kept pushing the dildo inch by delicious inch inside the staff. Only when the sex toy was almost fully inside Jonah was when Steven came to a halt. Give the blond time to adjust. A little moment to breathe and gather his bearings. Considering how he had treated Jonah before – for all the staff knew, he was only getting fucked by the dildo for the Blackwell could very well deem him unworthy of being fucked by him. Wouldn’t be the first time Steven would do something like that. “Fuck yourself on it.” Blue eyes turned to the last chosen item and Steven felt the weight of the leather flogger on his hand, twirling it midair to see if he liked the way it moved and snapped against the air itself. That would do. That would leave nice marks upon the porcelain like skin of the little whore under his care now. “You seem desperate for dick.” The flogger descended once – not too hard but quick enough to leave several dark pink marks on Jonah’s left ass cheek – urging the staff member to get a move on for they wouldn’t have all day to play around like this. “You think of yourself as talented, right? Then go ahead. Just show me how good you can take a dick – even a fake one. Maybe you’ll get to feel mine inside you after if you manage to take this.”

The intimacy was actually most likely what drew Jonah to this job the most. For some reason, sex at the Haus felt much different than it had been like back home, even though he'd already enjoyed it back then. But here it was... more intense, whether he was with a man being all romantic with him or with somebody just roughly seeking to use him for their satisfaction. Yes, sex was something to lose oneself in, to completely block out the world and... forget everything else? Yes, maybe that too. Jonah would have claimed he had nothing to forget about, no lingering pain to block out, but he clearly was lying to himself about that. Sadly, he had not even realized why he was maybe more eager and daring to embrace the tasks of his work. He wasn't actively thinking about how being with a client, even if only for a short time, would numb the feelings of abandonment, being rejected first at birth by his biological father, and only recently by his older brother as well. How being desired, even if only on a purely physical and carnal level, only as a cheap fuck toy to abuse and toss away, would satisfy the craving for being wanted that lingered so deep within Jonah that he wasn't even consciously aware of it.

In this very moment at least, everything he might be blocking out in the back of his mind was so far removed from his consciousness that it might as well never have happened. Instead, Jonah was fully focused on the man he felt behind him, his face still buried in the sheets as his back was arched and his ass up in the air, quite literally now as he could feel his shorts pulled down over the curve of his rear, exposing the bare cheeks that were framed by the black straps of the jock he was wearing. Jonah couldn't see Blackwell's reaction - and the client certainly didn't comment either - but his instincts told the blonde that the other was at the very least not disapproving of the view, which had him feel quite a bit pleased with himself. There was little time to bask in the confidence boost, however, as he bit his lip upon feeling Blackwell's hand grabbing his ass and spreading his cheeks, and moments later it was hardly possible to hold back a moan as he felt that tongue around his puckering hole. Oh god... Jonah very much enjoyed being rimmed, and he had a feeling that a man like Blackwell had quite some experience in eating men out.

As much as he attempted to brace himself, there was no way he could've been quite ready for the sensations of the client's nails digging into the globes of his ass and that tongue diving into his entrance, eating him out with such feral passion that Jonah's cuffed hands clenched into fists, his blue eyes rolled back and he let out a moan - more of a howl of lust - against the mattress. He had been achingly hard before, his erection firm just from Blackwell's crotch grinding against him so possessively, but now his cock was throbbing against the black fabric of the jockstrap's pouch, the wet tip soaking the cloth with precum as the blonde's toes curled in pleasure and the pink hole clenched and twitched against Blackwell's hungry tongue.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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Any good slut knew their role. Steven Blackwell knew that better than anyone, having his fair share of whores back when he ran the house with an iron fist. The men working at the Haus were attending the needs of the rich and powerful. Some of them liked to be easy with the merchandize – while probably playing the boyfriend experience – while others liked the sex to be rough and heated. The intimacy would always be there. The act of two men delivering themselves completely to one another in pursuit of pleasure. It was how they would shut down their brains and stop thinking about all the things that troubled them, wanting to feel absolutely nothing with the exception of waves of pleasure coursing through their veins. And Steven had more than his fair share of thinks he sought to forget – but no matter how hard he tried or what he did in the long run, there was no mending a broken heart for there was nothing left to repair. And sex…? Sex was probably the only thing in that world that made him feel slightly human. That one constant that reminded him that he could still feel something other than the sorrow and grief that tormented him every single second since the day Alex abandoned him at the altar. How else would he feel alive? How else would he feel… anything? Blue eyes glanced down to the round and perky ass grinding against him as instructed, teasing his already aching erection that threatened to pop out of his jeans at any given moment. Steven’s attention turned to the concealed camera. He did not look away as he yanked down Jonah’s shorts without ceremony, exposing the staff’s round ass and the cute little black jockstrap he was wearing. Easy access. Good. With a devious grin lingering on his lips, Steven kept his eyes on the camera as he crouched behind the blond, using both of his hands to spread his cheeks apart and expose the tight, pink pucker. As incompetent as he believed Jonah to be – even Steven would have to admit ( never out loud ) – that the staff member had a glorious ass, begging to be wrecked. “Stand still.” The order came before he went all in. His teeth bite down the staff’s buttocks in a primal way before lapping his tongue around the muscled ring. Steven didn’t want to get inside Jonah just yet. He was merely licking around the rim, sucking the clenching hole while his hands remained on the cheeks, keeping them spread wide in a rather possessive manner.

And then his gaze returned to the camera as he pushed the tip of his tongue into Jonah, nails marking the smooth skin as he buried himself between the staff’s ass, eating the blond out in all the ways a man deserved to be eaten out. Rough and passionate – hungry and needy – feral and primal. Even if the staff at his mercy meant nothing more than means to an end in the grander scheme of all things, Steven still had the notion not to push the invisible limits. He would not break anyone – just bend them enough to fit his own requirement. And with all the things he had in store for Jonah…? That ass needed to be properly prepped for the onslaught that would follow.

In his months of being on this job, one of the things he definitely had learned was exactly that - how varied the clients and their preferences could be. Of course, in due time, the men would learn what type of personality each staff member possessed, and often the reception would match them if the guests had no specific ideas of who embodied what they were looking for. Jonah himself couldn't even have said in the beginning what type of staff member he'd be. Fairly soon, however, he discovered that he was not one of those to talk back, not a brat that provoked men into punishing him. His regulars were those men who expected obedience, who wanted a devout submissive to use and be pleased by. Some who loved to go rough not in order to break a staff member's resistance but to see him willingly endure and embrace whatever they would throw at him, see if they could corrupt or even simply break a good boy. Whether Blackwell was one of those men or if he expected something entirely different from Jonah, the blonde himself couldn't tell just yet.

He couldn't hear the man moving behind him, didn't dare to look back at him as his face was still down on the mattress. But he certainly could feel Blackwell's strong grip suddenly grabbing his pants, could feel the man's erection pressing against him through the fabric. Impressive, not only in size but the firmness and determination with which Jonah could feel it against him, struggling against its confines, and suddenly thrust so hard against his clothed rear. He couldn't help but forget for a moment that this was the same man who humiliated and degraded him publicly the other night. As he felt Blackwell's tongue drag up his spine, the heavy bulge pressed against him and the handcuffs clicking around his wrists, Jonah's mind managed to flip a switch, push him into the headspace he required to fully submit. He barely noticed himself breathing harder, shivers running down his spine as the other man had traced his tongue along it, Jonah's back arched some more to fully push his ass back against that rock hard cock. A gasp came from his lips as he was spanked, the harsh impact sending waves through his body even through the fabric of the shorts. Jonah's own length was throbbing in its own confines, a clear sign of his arousal just like the low whimpers coming from the blonde as he obeyed Blackwell's command and began rolling his hips, eagerly grinding back against the man's groin and his body move rhythmically under his bound wrists.

#( location: blackwell cabin )#jonahgarland

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