tristan hawthorne

“Yeah, it’s better being a Master, though you can work the slave gig if you try.  I mean, it’s harder to land in awesomeness, but you can do okay.  In theory,” He said with a shrug, his attention already going more to the lap dance than the words.

He moaned as the boy danced in his lip, the friction against his cock was just too perfect.  “Fuck…I’m tempted to just shove you up against the wall and fuck you now…no lead up.”

“I mean, they have supers here, I imagine some need stronger or different types of drugs that don’t work for humans. Booze for one doesn’t affect me if it’s made for them, so yeah.” Eddie mused and then shrugged, this whole place was a Pandora box that just got opened and there was way too much new stuff to discover, it was exciting and terrifying to her at the same time. “I mean I usually piss people off but I don’t think that’s enough reason to kill me… I hope.” Eddie said softly.

“Nono but I’ll do it all smart and shit, I’ll yell at them from a distance and then run away before I can get caught. C’mon, putting your money on me is always a safe bet. I’ll be just fiiiine, you’ll see.” Eddie commented playfully. “Maybe you can even join me, people never get bored when they’re around me.” She added and grinned at him. She could tell this guy liked to have fun, she just wondered if she could drag him into her adventures.

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“True. Wait, what does booze do for you? It can still get me drunk but like... I don’t know how to explain it. When I still had powers, it kinda made them all weird,” he said, scrunching his nose up. And now Tristan wondered what sorts of drugs humans did that would have no effect on supers and vice versa. “Also, serious question--and I promise no judgment--but like do you drink... blood? I don’t know what dragons eat, you know.”

“Ah, yes genius play. I knew you were a smart cookie the moment I met you,” he laughed aloud. She definitely was a daring troublemaker, Tristan gave her that, but she also was a whole lot of fun. “You know, I could stretch my legs once in a while, so why not. Just let me know next you decide to piss of some guards so I can put on my running shoes. God, I was so much faster when I had hooves.”

“ I will admit it is something new I am trying, and I still fail at it.” They chuckled. “ So no need to be embarrassed. I’ve eaten meat before, and I will go 20 years without it, incidentally eat some and go back to it, but I am going to stick with it this time.”

“ I would like that a lot, I will ask around a bit as well, and see what people say and get back to you as well.” They grinned, happy to be making a friend. “ I wouldn’t say I’ve been here long, I am going on my third year here. What about yourself?”

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“It’s an ongoing effort,” Tristan admitted with a laugh. It was easier for him to keep to a vegetarian diet when he was still living in California with his family. But since going out to school, the satyr learned that people like to hide meat in all sorts of food. “But hey, at least you try, you know! That counts for something.”

“Three years! Nice. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of things here. I’ve only been here for a few months.” With a nod, Tristan was happy to find more food options on this island. The closest restaurant they came across was thankfully not too far away. One peek at the menu and it was clear that there were plenty of vegetarian options available. “How about we eat here?”

Frankie shook her head, pressing her lips together a little bit. “No no, you wouldn’t be imposing at all,” she said. “I promise you. We love having company over, so consider it you doing me a favor.” She smiled a little bit. 

“I’m glad you didn’t think of it that way,” she said. “But one can’t be too careful around here. I know all too well what some masters want and I just didn’t want you thinking there would be strings attached.”

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“Alright, if you insist,” Tristan laughed. It felt rude to impose but it felt worse to decline an invitation. A part of him was a little worried that maybe the mistress was trying to trap him, but she seemed nice so far so, maybe everything was fine. “I do love meeting new people, so it sounds like a win-win for all of us. Lead the way!”

“Right, of course. I’ve heard people can be a little manipulative or evil or malicious here or something to get what they want,” he nodded, fully understanding the mistress’ explanation.

“It’s lovely to meet you, too,” she said, smiling over at him. “So, mind me asking what brought you here?” she asked him curiously. “Like, what are you studying, and all of that?” She smiled a little more. “The sandwich is great,” she chuckled. “Thank you.”

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“Ah, the intro questions,” he teased with a soft chuckle. “I’m getting my masters in aerospace engineering. There were a lot of schools I applied to but this one gave me a full ride and the program looked impressive. But, obviously, I didn’t know what the full ride actually entailed.” In hindsight, Tristan found it a little funny and probably immoral, but... he was already here and he just wanted to see things through to the end. “What about you? I assume you’re a student, but I’ve quickly learned that it’s hard to guess here.” When they arrived to a small shop, Tristan pulled the door open for Ava and followed in after. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I hope this place has some vegetarian options.”

“There are many who have far less, but I wasn’t one of them”, Tessa burst out at once. Was kind of a lame excuse was this? Sure, he was right, there were many who had far less but that did not justify the kidnapping. That, if anything, was the path towards Stockholm syndrome. “I did have a roof over my head. In fact, I was living in the nicest flat I’ve ever had. I was a few months away from finishing my degree and it didn’t cost me much. I had  it good” The girl paused to take a deep breath, shaking her head. “I had it good for once but now I’m back here at ground zero, just that it’s the worst place I’ve been at so far. So forgive me if I have trouble ‘taking in the stride’”

Part of her hoped that she had not scared him away with that. She wanted him to understand but got lost somewhere in the middle when frustration and fear took over. “Engineering sounds cool”, Tessa then responded quietly, a little unsure how to act now. “Y’know there are good unis elsewhere and cheap. I don’t pay more than a few hundred euros in Berlin and I promise you, the course is just as great” These were words of advice for once. Tessa understood he did not know better and that this place wasn’t doing him any good. The least she could do was to break the spell and the magic of this place and call it the scam it was.

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Tristan held his hands up defensively. Clearly he had no idea what her story was and he shouldn’t have assumed. But, genuinely, in his time here so far, he had not come across any ill experiences. Maybe that was unique for him as a guy. “I don’t what your deal is here, but if you want to leave, I’m sure there’s a way for you to return to your old life or something,” was all he could manage to say without pressuring her to share even more. This was way he definitely could never have been a psychiatrist or something.

Her quiet words gave Tristan a small bit of hope that maybe he hadn’t completely rubbed her the wrong way. “Yea, I like being able to piece things together, solve problems, maybe fly out to space one day,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Yea? I might have to go there for a doctorate one day. Honestly, I just wanted to get my masters and then return to California as soon as possible. Not sure NASA or JPL have ever hired satyrs but ya never know, right?” He stood there awkwardly for a moment, his foot lightly kicking at the ground. “What are you planning to study here? If you plan to stick around, I mean.”

“Looking pretty, having your blood drunk, and probably a fair bit of sex,” Ace said with a shrug.  “I don’t really go there.  I prefer my drinks here,” he said, flashing fangs at the boy.  “And anyway I go for emotions more than blood.”  He grinned at Tristan.  “Dance or me then.  Here in my lap.”

He brought his hands to the man’s ass and squeezed as they kiss.  He moaned into Tristan’s mouth.  “I hope you’re ready for a sore ass and a fucked dry cock.”

"Yea that lines up with what I expected,” he chuckled. It didn’t sound like the worst job ever but probably not on the top of Tris’ list for employment right now. “I mean, you get to have your own place and all the attention on you here. I can see why you’d prefer it here,” he smirked as he began to grind his hips more into a lap dance for Ace.

Frankie considered him for a few moments, pressing her lips together with a sigh. “I trust you,” she said. “But now I want to help you out. I might have something back at my place. That could fit any dietary requirements,” she told him.

She paused a little. “Promise, it’s not a trap,” she told him. “I’m in a very committed relationship.”

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Tristan waited a little anxiously as the blonde considered the sandwich before finally deciding to trust him. He let out a small chuckle of relief, glad that someone could enjoy the food. “Oh, it’s no trouble. Honestly, you helped me a lot already by taking this off my hands. I’d hate to impose even further!”

Her comment then took him by surprise. The satyr had to process it for a second before he laughed lightly. “Thanks for the warning, and I promise I am not interested in homewrecking or anything. You seem like a pretty nice person so, I hadn’t even considered your offer that way.”

“ I try to read everything as closely as I can these days so it doesn’t happen, but I tend to get distracted when I am shopping.” More times than not, they runs into a friend and forget what they were shopping for in the first place. “ No of course, the sandwich is still going to taste like Bacon.” They chuckled.

Fawn shook his hand smiling softly. “ I promise we won’t be eating grass then, we can go get somewhere with good salads.” They suggested. “ Oh, Tempeh would be amazing. I didn’t even think about it.” They grinned, “ I sadly don’t know any places that have it.”

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“See, now that’s a habit I need to be better at,” the satyr chuckled, a little embarrassed with himself. “I’ve gone through this many years in life, and still slip up once in a while but usually I have a friend who eats meat who’d take the food off my hands.”

“Ah. Well, this island seems pretty big, so maybe I’ll have to research any tempeh options and report back to you,” he offered with a large grin. Still, a nice salad sounded pretty appetizing, especially considering how hungry he was. “Have you been here for long then?”

Tessa could not help but blow out some air after hearing what the other had to say. Was everyone here really this delusional? “Do you have a better way to describe my situation?”, the brunette fired back relentlessly. It wasn’t always easy to be unpleasant to someone who was so nice. Tessa didn’t enjoy it but often couldn’t help herself especially when the situation grew dire. More than anything, it was the anger and energy that would otherwise have been directed at herself. The girl took another deep breath. She wasn’t oblivious to it.

“Why are you being like this?”, she wondered. “I’m being so intolerable, and you ask me to go out with you regardless?” But it wasn’t hatred in her voice but mere curiosity. But she spoke then before he even had the chance to answer. “Yeah, I suppose. Why not…” She had not seen the light since her arrival. It probably wasn’t the worst idea to find her bearings. “Wait, you chose to come here? Why this?”

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Tristan sucked in a breath and crossed his arms as he thought about her question. Whatever he was saying was definitely not what she wanted to hear, but he wasn’t going to lie to her. “It’s unpleasant, sure, but you have a roof over your head, you have access to food, and you get a free education. There are many who have far less,” he pointed out with a small smile. “I don’t want to make light of the situation here, but... try to take it in stride, yaknow?”

“Because... I don’t know, seems like you need a friend. Obviously, we don’t have to be friends if you find me intolerable,” he chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Look, I don’t know your life or your situation, but I know moping hasn’t done anyone any good.” Pushing off from the bars of the cell, Tristan waited for the woman before walking towards the exit. “I didn’t know this was all part of the deal when I applied to be here. I saw that it had a good engineering program and I saw that they were willing to give me a full scholarship, so it seemed like a good opportunity.”

Billie appreciated that the stranger didn’t try and mock her or anything of the sort for making the mistake of coming to a tropical island when she was clearly more at home with the cold. She noticed the collar around his neck and wondered just how much of the things the welcome letter said were true, and realized he maybe didn’t say anything dumb to her because it could get him in trouble. “I’m a professor.” She answered simply as she looked at him. “I teach education.” She followed. “… what about you? What do you study here?”

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At the response, Tristan nodded, impressed. “Professor of education! How cool. I’m always impressed by those who can teach; means they know a lot about the field they’re in,” he said with a grin. “Ah, student. Trying to get my masters in aerospace, though I realized I signed up for more than I anticipated when I got here,” he shrugged. The satyr wondered why the professor chose to teach here when there might be schools in colder climates where she’d be more comfortable at. “But since I’m here, I’m also looking at a few fun elective classes to take too.”

“I believe you,” she chuckled, grinning widely at him. “And, don’t be silly. I can buy you some food. Come, come,” she said. She stood up, offering him her hand, as she took a bite from the sandwich in the other. “I’m Ava, by the way,” she introduced, after swallowing her bite.

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Tristan smiled and let out a small breath of relief when the mistress trusted him. Sometimes he liked to play pranks but he knew better than to risk it with lying about food, especially on an island where he had none of his powers. “Ah, well, I’m awfully grateful for the offer, miss,” he replied as he followed beside her. “Lovely to meet you, Ava. Tristan. And how’s the sandwich?”

“To be honest, I’d be kinda nervous to try weed in this place, especially now that I’ve got my powers and resistance bound… who knows what kind of weird magical shit they could give us?” Eddie asked, she didn’t trust shit that came from this place, not yet at least, maybe she’d watch other slaves try anything first before eating, drinking or smoking anything that was made here.

Eddie just snorted when she watched him place the hand on his heart. Yeah this dude was alright, her kinda person definitely. “Just yelled at? Sounds kinda mild considering all that stuff they put in the letter, was expecting worse…” she mused, chewing on her bottom lip for a second. “What if I wanna go around shouting that tho? Think a bound super can outrun a guard?”

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“You think they’d have magical weed here? I mean weed is already magical but, even more magical? Sounds like something they’d make us pay extra for,” Tristan laughed. But those were valid concerns, and definitely always a risk when buying from a new source. “At the very least, I don’t think they’re technically allowed to kill us. I mean, I know it’s illegal pretty much everywhere and people still kill but at least it doesn’t seem like everyone is coming for our throats at every second of the day. Unless... I don’t know, do you have a large target on your back?” he joked, raising a brow at the dragon.

Tristan shrugged. The yelling did seem mild, and it bruised his ego a little bit, but he bounced back pretty quickly. “Just, yaknow, be careful. I ain’t gonna stop you from shouting at guards but I would not put my money on you, sorry,” he laughed.