on my knees

Name — Christian Copeland

Age — 35

Occupation — Founder of the Light of Life church

Gender — Cis male

Sexuality — Homosexual

Preference — Versatile (submissive)

Personality (+) — Charismatic, caring, open-minded

Personality (-) — Duplicitous, hypocritical, aloof

Christian Copeland always knew of the greatness within him. Your classic All-American, God-loving follower of the Lord, he founded Light of Life (Lo), an Evangelical mega-church that sustains him spiritually just as much as it does financially. (And it VERY much does the latter.) With his wife, Beth, they’ve created a space for their followers. With his loyal wife Beth, they’ve cultivated a space for believers who strive to be their very best selves and help those around them — but with enough of a modern “edge” that preaches inclusivity and diversity… which conveniently also broadens his base demographically, meaning higher earnings.

“Hmm….candy cane jocks and Santa hats maybe?  I think of a few guys already I’d like to dress as Santa if only for the excuse to sit on their lap,” he said with a smirk as he pointedly gave the man a once over.  “Oh yes, you can do so very much with only one day.  What does a perfect holiday here sound like to you?”

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“I’d imagine Sexy Santa is a popular fantasy for many... not me, but that’s why we’re all able to hold differing opinions, right?” Christian chuckles. “A perfect holiday here? I don’t know. Haven’t been here long enough to know how the people here celebrate all the holidays of the year. What about you? Are you a newbie like me?”

“Hmm…I can’t say as I’ve ever thought about a favorite holiday.  There’s a lot to like about Halloween though.  Candy and scantily clad men,” he said with a gesture to the crowd around him.  “Mind you, any holiday is a scantily clad men holiday if you work it right,” he added with a wink.  “They’ve done up a nice party for us all though, haven’t they?”

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“I”ve always liked Christmas,” Christian says. “Not quite sure what a Christmas here would look like. Not even sure I’ll be around to find out by then. By the looks of this one, though, I might have to make an effort to get out here. Even if it’s only for a day. You can get a lot done in a day here, can’t you?”

Usually when Victor found himself in this position, it was because a client had wound up requesting his services and needing to feel his body against theirs, but this was certainly different. Having been standing guard at one of the many clubs at the Haus, Victor had noticed that the other had began to drink - a lot - and after awhile, he had offered to take the man back to his room to ensure that he wouldn’t get lost or hurt on his way. Which given how much he had to drink was entirely possible.

What he hadn’t expected, though, was for the man to push him against a door and begin to kiss him, hungrily. Normally the guard wouldn’t have been able to be pushed so easily, but he had been caught off-guard by the other’s hungriness and as he began to kiss him in earnest, he couldn’t help but kiss back. “I get that a lot…” Victor murmured against the other’s lips. “But I promise you, I’ll only go as far as you’ll let me…”

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Moments like this were why Christian felt received to know that nobody could see him at the Haus. He never got this messy. Drunk, horny, lacking inhibitions... it would’ve surely ended his career if it leaked to the press. But right now, all Christian cared about was Victor and his massive body. Hopefully massive all over.

"Why would I be gutted...? Cole is a nice guy."

"I— what? I barely know him." ("Maybe.")

“Hmm….you look like a guy for….” He held up the glass he’d just poured and sipped.  “Orange colored punch.  I think.   Probably.”  He shrugged.  “Has a nice little kick to it from the sip I took,” he said before pouring another glass for the man.  He held it out to Christian with a grin.  “For you, my good man.  I’m Noel.  Pleasure to meet you.”

Christian didn’t make a habit of drinking things he didn’t see personally served to him... well, he didn’t make a habit of drinking any sort of alcohol. But tonight was a special event, as was being in the Haus at all. He’d already enjoyed quite a few shots by this point and started to feel them kick in.

Open Starter

Location: Dick or Treat Mixer

Noel rather wished he had his camera.  One could do a whole shows worth of photos with all the pretty men on display.  Of course, he wasn’t here for that.  He was on the clock and the camera was properly stowed in his new quarters.  Well, okay, he had his smaller phone tucked away into the cleverly designed clasp of his toga, but really that camera was barely worth the effort of pulling it out.  He settled for walking around chatting with all his prospective new clients and coworkers and of course admiring the views.

He helped himself to a drink and smiled at a nearby partygoer.  “Want me to pour you one, Handsome?”

Christian, for all his perceived difficulty in being social, actually found himself having a good time at the party tonight. Being sociable, drinking, and even flirting with several men... he never expected himself to do any of these tonight. Maybe especially the drinking, which led to being social and flirting. Particularly with the cute guy at his side.

Feeling like just leaving, Cole was about to walk when he was approached by the client and a wave of relief washed over him. “Evening.” He responded back as he looked to the other man, admiring his costume. “Nice costume.” He smiled as he pulled out the bracelet with his name on it and held it out towards Christian. “I…I b-believe you are to have this…this.” And with that over, he turned to the maze entrance. 

“Shall we g-g-go in? Get scared and all that.” Cole sighed as he began to move forward, pulling the hood up of the skeleton onesie as he started to enter this maze. Was the plan to find the centre or to just survive as long as they could till they were the last one standing. “I’m sure we can survive till the end, s…sir.”

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“Thanks,” Christian smiles in return. Was it the most imaginative look for him? No, obviously, but it was the best he could put together under the circumstances. Blasphemous? Absolutely. Luckily he wasn’t actually a priest.

“Oh?” he asks, letting Cole put the bracelet on him. “Now you own me, I guess,” he jokes, with just the teeniest little hint that he liked the idea of that. Closest thing to being collared that he ever experienced. (God, he wanted to to do that so badly...) 

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He hadn’t been here that long at the Haus an already there was some sort of party happening. Sure, it made sense. Halloween was one of the big nights of the year but it wasn’t something that he celebrated. Not since his brother’s death. Yet, it seemed it was something that he had to do and he couldn’t just do it alone. He had to invite a client to this thing. So, he simply found himself asking the first guy that he had served when he started at Haus, a hot guy named Christian. 

Holding the bracelet that he was tasked with giving to his client, Cole sighed as he waited in the cold air. He stood pretty much away from everyone else as he watched all the staff and clients mingle in there Halloween get ups. Many basically wearing nothing at all. Cole was wearing a simple skeleton onesie, something basic as he really wasn’t the type to dress up. Was Christian going to show up? Why would he, they barely knew each other.

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Christian, confident-facing as he appeared to his congregation, always defaulted to shyness in his personal life. His wife was the one who asked him out, after all. One of the rare moments that his natural tendency for submission actually occurred in their marriage. Beth was not here, though, which meant Christian could let his natural self loose. So when Cole asked him out to the Halloween party, he was relieved. Happy.

"I heard about the party, yes, and I'd be honored to go with you! We can learn more about one another there."

@christiancopeland​

Meeting the other in the casino had been by chance, but getting him back to one of the playrooms, wrists bound together by one of his silk ties and a ball gag in his mouth had been by design. After sitting down at the blackjack table that the other had been at, a quick wager had been made and since Malachi knew how to count cards… he was more than confident that he’d be able to reap the rewards.

And that’s precisely what he planned to do now.

“I know you gave me a safe word, but seein’ as you can’t talk, we’re gonna have to go with a non-verbal way for you to tell me I’m gettin’ close to your limit, yeah? So what you’re gonna have to do is snap three times for me. Can you go ahead and snap so I know you’re able to do so?”

—

Christian could’ve have really predicted that he would end up like this when he met Malachi in the casino. Sure, the man had a domineering, rough demeanor about him, but Christian tried not to judge books by their covers. Even when the cover may as well have just been a picture of his big cock, right there on the cover.

Christian never felt happier about being bad at Blackjack.

Weirdly for Christian, partaking in non-sexual events around the Haus often proved to be the most alien. (A father of six couldn’t exactly pretend to be a virgin, you know.) Among these was going out for a drink. One of many habits he should probably try to get more comfortable with, he thought, as he approached a handsome bartender.

Several, several drinks and a major lack of inhibitions later, Christian found himself in an unusual position: pressing a man against his door and kissing his neck with the enthusiasm of a vampire. He’d never do this with a fully conscious, sober mind. But one didn’t go to the Haus to live their normal life. Christian wanted to try new things in the confines of a safe, discreet environment like this. He’d have plenty of time to regret this in the morning, and he knew he would.

All Christian knew about this massive hulk of a man —one who rivaled him in height, but surely not in mass— was his name, Victor, and that he worked in security. That was it. Well, that, and what felt to be a huge cock in those pants as they ground against one another.