Searching for Valhalla

Nothing seemed to motivate Seth more with Gotrik than the threat of a spanking. After spending a decade living with his mother’s physical and emotional and mental abuse, the idea of being bent over and having his ass smacked like a five year old disobeying his parents wasn’t at all a turn on. Hell, he found it rather insulting and infantilizing. And he fucking knew that Gotrik with all of his bizarre tastes and likely a humiliation kink would fucking jump at any opportunity he could use to get the young witch over his knee. Seth didn’t want to think how many times he could keep working himself out of that as a punishment.

“I was never really besieged by suitors even before you came along,” he argued. And the ones who had vied for his attention in the past without really getting to know him were all long gone from this castle. Good riddance, in Seth’s opinion, as he didn’t necessarily appreciate people trying to get in his pants and claim his heart all cause he apparently looked pretty. Or ones like Gotrik who thought they could get the same thing by exerting power of position and status over him… even if it was currently working, to Seth’s reluctance and dismay. He valued nothing more than his own safety and security and the ridiculously tall councilman knew precisely how to play on that card by threatening the freedoms he gained as a staff member after Heinrich purchased him. And even worse, he knew how to use the ones he loved, like Shade, against him. 

He watched in wide-eyed horror as the servant brought in the items and laid them on the desk and then instantly narrowed his eyes up at the older man standing before him. Seth managed to maintain his icy glare on Gotrik up until he mentioned killing the cambion he still adored more than anything or anyone. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard those threats towards himself or Shade and this wouldn’t be the first time it’d get Seth to fold. His features softened into defeat, knowing that Gotrik had the means and skill to both get him back in the Undercroft and murder Shade, Seth not at all thinking that freeing his friend would have that unfortunate consequence of nothing else stopping the councilman except for their fucking contract. “…Fine,” he mumbled, lowering his eyes to the floor as he shut and locked the door to his office. He moved around Gotrik and began to strip, tossing his work clothes onto the couch. The disgust was apparent in his scowl as he changed into the pink panties and bra, not sure if he hated the lingerie itself or the fucking color. Anyone who knew him knew that Seth never ventured into pastels and typically stuck with either black or red. 

Seth stared down at the last two items on his desk, hesitating on adding the cage and the plug. He wasn’t a fan of using toys, especially anything that went inside him. Hell, he didn’t even like getting fucked unless it was Shade these days. He glanced over at Gotrik as he debated trying to charm his way out of these additions but he highly doubted it. Fuck, why didn’t he just wear the damn dress and be done with it? Whatever. Just a few hours of work left until the next part of hell came and he didn’t dare push to see what could be worse than this bullshit, especially with Shade’s life on the line. “I hate this,” he grumbled to himself, grabbing a tube of lube from one of his desk drawers that he’d saved for some of the times Shade had visited. He coated the toy liberally with the stuff before tugging the panties down and slowly working the plug into himself. No way was he having Gotrik do it because he didn’t trust him and he bet that the councilman would draw it out whereas Seth just wanted it in and fucking over with. He gasped once it pushed past the ring of muscle and he bit his lip hard to stifle any groans threatening to escape. Only once the plug hit home did Seth let out a breath he’d been holding and stayed still, slightly bent over his desk with his palms on the wood surface and too scared to move in case he’d feel the toy shift inside of him. He glanced up at Gotrik, obviously annoyed by all of this despite his forced obedience. “This is seriously unprofessional, you know. Am I supposed to just sit here in my office for the rest of the day like this? What if I have clients coming to visit in need of my services?” 

“Their poor choice is hardly a reason for me to change my mind.” Gotrik had noticed the other was like Gotrik himself not that social and that was of course one of the biggest reasons Gotrik suspected he didn’t have more competition. He of course wasn’t worried about competition and in fact thought if the boy had more people interest he might fuss less as he himself was at least predictable and dependable. Things the boy would appreciate if he were to be pursued by some of the less stable members of his brethren of which there were plenty. 

The horror on the boy’s face as he saw his pre punishment did not phase Gotrik at all. Yes he did feel a bit bad about disrupting the boy’s work, but really he had no choice. After all the contact was public knowledge as they had done it all over board and legally and he couldn’t allow the witch just to break the deal without consequence. Hence the compromise. Of course Seth wouldn’t see the predicament as a compromise, but while it placed difficulties in his way it wouldn’t make work impossible if the boy was focused. But any feeling of guilt didn’t stand much of a chance as the boy pulled on the lingerie. He looked lovely. He would have preferred a nice black or red set for the boy, but that wouldn’t be enough of a lesson for his stubborn witchling. The boy had to learn fighting the contract just brought him more fuss than it was worth. 

Xander had only been in Krov’s a matter of a few days and already the dragon despised the place and the people running it. The collar around his neck was doing little to stop his willingness to make frequent escape attempts. Though they were stopped and followed up with punishment each and every time. The inability to tap into his full strength was infuriating to the dragon who had been duped into becoming a ‘slave’ to these creatures.

Tonight was no different than the previous two nights. The moment the door opened at the top of the stairs, Xander made his moved toward it. He wasn’t nearly as fast this way or powerful, but his stubbornness remained regardless. He would get out of here. One way or another. He hadn’t even made it half way up the stairs when he felt the familiar pain of the electrified baton meeting his bare back bringing the dragon to his knees. He’d killed them, every single one of them the moment he had a chance. He would never willingly submit as much as they might try to break him.

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Apart from dealing with Seth and rewarding Simon for his good behavior pretty much all his time and energy since returning to the castle had gone to work. Of course he had kept up while at home, but there were some things that simply had to be done at Krov’s or not be done at all. So he had spent a good number of days taking care of that business and finally with most things settled Gotrik could indulge a little bit. Or at least attend to one of the duties he found more pleasant than most. Surveying the new boy’s and what the undercroft had to offer was without a doubt one of his favorite tasks. 

He did genuinely believe it was the duty of every master who resided in the castle’s solemn duty to help train and control the boy’s of the undercroft. After all bored boys were much more likely to act out than boy’s who were continually reminded why good behavior was in their best interest. Gotrik had been casually perusing the selection making a list of several boys who seemed in need of correction. He was in the middle of choosing between two when a new boy he hadn’t even spotted made a break for the door. Gotrik watched unimpressed. Trying to escape the undercroft was foolish. It was set up so that it’s single exit was carefully guarded. Any boy who truly wanted to escape should at least wait until they were out of the undercroft to try. But the most annoying thing of course was the fact that the guards didn’t look at all surprised by the culprit. In fact that seemed bored by the attempt which meant the boy had done it more than once. Without hesitation Gotrik moved pass the useless guards liberating one of the cattle prods as he did so and pressed it into the boy’s back. 

“Don’t ffff––” Seth quickly clamped his mouth shut, not at all wanting a spanking. “Don’t startle me.” Fucking fuck. He should have listened to his paranoia about the party. If he’d known better that his obedience would have kept Gotrik away, he could have sucked it up and worn a dress for the night. He bristled at the way the other referred to him as his, gritting his teeth and wrinkling his nose in disgust. God, he did not miss that little nickname. “I am not yours,” he insisted. “You weren’t here. I didn’t see the point in dressing up to go all by myself. And I don’t appreciate you keeping tabs on me from afar.” He narrowed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. “I have work to do, Gotrik.”

Drafting his agreement with Seth had been quite the challenge. A challenge he had enjoyed immensely, but of course as things often go with such things he hadn’t been entirely happy with the agreement just as Seth hadn’t been happy about most of it, but there were parts he liked more than others. Originally he had been quite annoyed about the cursing rule. He didn’t like having to give the boy so many warnings at this rate it would be months perhaps even years before he got the boy over his knee, but as time had passed Gotrik found he rather liked the rule. Oh yes he was still going to have to wait perhaps even longer than he had originally thought given the boy had already figured out he could wriggle his way out of the spanking with other suggestions, but watching the boy trying to avoid the inevitable well it was just plain entertaining. So he simply smirked as the boy pulled back on the cursing after his reminder. Because as much as Gotrik wanted the boy over his knee it seemed one of the points the boy argued the most. There were time Gotrik wondered if Seth found the idea of being spanked more insulting than being forced into the elaborate bits of fluff Gotrik liked to put him in. 

Gotrik snorted as the boy moved on from trying to avoid his spanking to bristling about being called his. “Not mine? So you weren’t left in relative peace while I was gone? You were beseiged by suitors demanding your attention left and right?” Gotrik’s look made it clear he knew that wasn’t true and he attributed a lot of that to the fact that Gotrik hadn’t tried to hide his interest in the witch. So for all intents and purposes the boy was his in all but name. “And of course if you want it to be more official that can be arranged. Though I’m still of a mind that you are more useful as staff than just my pet witchling.” He snorted again as the boy continued his argument. “The fact that I sent you something to wear wasn’t a clue that I was paying attention witchling? I apologize as I assumed you were smart enough to know that when a rather expensive, elaborate, and quite frankly exquisite gown was delivered to you by one of the best gown makers in the world that you might puzzle out the fact that you were indeed meant to wear it. And by refusing to do so you would earn yourself punishment.” His tone and the look on his face made it clear sorry was the last thing he felt. 

It had been clear that Gotrik returning would take a lot longer thanSimon thought. He knew the man was probably very busy, so he tried not to complain or even think it, but still. His mind did wander and worry. What if he had been killed? What if the man was trapped by hunters or something similar? But when the guards requested him the boy followed without much fuss. A small part of him thought maybe Gotrik returned. But the guards would have told him right? But when the suite door came into view the neko felt his heart race. Was it true? Had his master come back? That heart beat picked up even faster as he was lead inside the familiar place. And then to the office which he so loved sitting in while his master had worked.

The question had Simon pulled from his excitement and daze. Blinking he looked to the guards but they had already ran off. “Huh? Weight?” Looking down he gave a shrug. “Maybe? I mean it’s not like I was able to do as much working out as before. And without being able to shift and run in car form my figure isn’t as nice.” The command to strip had him nodding. “Yes sir.” Pulling his shirt off he folded it and placed it on the floor. His pants and boxers followed. There was a slight change in his figure, nothing too drastic, and the only marks he had were common for slaves who were handled roughly by other masters and such. “You were gone for so long. I was worried. I thought maybe something bad had happened. I knew you’d come back though! You once said you’d never leave me behind. That you’d purchase and take me with you. So I knew. Even if I was in the undercroft you’d come back for me.” Giving a smile the neko stood so his master could see everything and make sure he was okay.

Gotrik thought the boy looked perfect despite his statements about having gotten out of shape. He hadn’t of course expected the boy to receive any special treatment after all without his claim the boy was just another slave, but he found himself more than a little angry as he glared at the obvious marks on the boy’s body. He of course had done worse on occasion, but that was different. He was still glaring at the boy spoke and he blinked. His angry expression faded to something pleased as the boy voiced no anger over being stuck in the undercroft and more importantly the boy seemed to have had faith that he’d keep his word. 

Seth had left his office to grab a late lunch back in his suite, preferring an hour away from his work scattered all over his desk in the form of notes and spell books. It gave him the opportunity to clear his mind and relax before returning back into the fray for the rest of the day properly refreshed to finish off what he’d been working on. As much as he missed having Shade living in the suite with him now that the cambion moved into the village, he did find some peace in having an empty place for a mid-day break. He could decompress better in silence with a blunt and a cup of tea, the latter something he’d switched to recently in an effort of cutting out caffeine. He’d really gotten into trying out healthier habits in the last few months and mentally and emotionally felt better as a result. It also helped that a certain councilman had left the castle in that time and Seth couldn’t have been happier to no longer be forced into Gotrik’s stupid games or stress about the safety of himself or Shade and Todd’s lives if he didn’t comply. 

Apparently all good things must end. He had no way of anticipating it as he strolled back to his office after his break, no way in knowing that things would not roll on as the day usually did. When Seth opened the door and saw the familiar tall form of Gotrik Stenberg sitting in his chair, he physically yelped and jumped, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth as he stared with wide eyes. “What the fuck!” he yelled. “How did you–– When did you––” The witch stood up straight as he collected himself and closed his office door, not wanting to attract a scene from any of his coworkers. “You know you’re not supposed to disrupt me on work time,” he reminded, narrowing his eyes at the tall vampire. “I’m disappointed to see you back. I thought you’d left here for good.”

Even when he left Gotrik knew it wouldn’t be too long before he returned after all he had several interest within the castles walls. But he was willing to admit the trip home had lasted longer than he had expected. Which of course meant he had a lot to catch up on, but some things held top honor of being the most important. Such as naughty boys who weren’t sticking to their deal. He smirked as he strutted into the office as if it were his own and gave the other a less than friendly look. “Language. You are already in trouble a spanking is not going to be hard to find witchling.”

 Iah shrugged. Granted, there were times he liked to dress in something more sexy, but he had always found that leaving things to the imagination often went farther than showing everything. Today, all he wanted was to be cute and have fun. Before, he had been told he must be as stoic and stern as possible,  ruthless in order to get what he wanted. Anything sweet or cute was considered weakness and destroyed. Free of that, he now could do what he wanted. Some people liked submission, sure, and if a master wanted to put themselves out there that way in order to be dominated, that was part of their pleasure. The castle was built for it.

Being called ‘good’ appealed to him more than he ever wanted to admit. For so long, he had been striving for approval and now it sent a little wave of happiness through him every time someone gave him praise. A private room? Why? Was something wrong with being here? Then again, maybe it was undignified for a master to be eating from someone else’s hand. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself so only nodded. “What fruit do you like?” he asked, mostly hoping they could get more strawberries before they went to find the private room. It shouldn’t be too hard with everyone at the party. “Do you think they have blueberries too?”

Gotrik chuckled at the easy agreement. Oh it was clear there were quite a few thoughts running through the other’s pretty little head, but the only one he gave a hint at was agreement. Which of course was exactly the only thought Gotrik was interested in at that very moment. He chuckled at the sweet question. “I don’t eat fruit.” He almost left it there, but since the boy was being polite and sweet he decided to be perhaps a bit more sociable. “I only eat meat. But you wouldn’t want to try to feed me. I bite.” He smiled to make the warning a little more gentle, but it was clear it was a warning. To Gotrik being fed by hand was a very submissive act and it was certainly not something he’d allow. “But we’ll get you more strawberries and I’m sure they have blueberries somewhere in this spread. Come let’s build a plate.” 

“Well when it’s put into a magical sparkly theme, yes. Yes they do.” Simon grinned knowing full well it may have been a bit much, however it only happened once a year. So he was going to take full advantage. “Since did a little snow ever turn into a full on magical blizzard around here? I’m sure he thought it was just a simple snow and the charm would keep me safe. Which it technically did. I mean, I’m alive and there’s no frost bite.” Which in Simon’s eyes, despite him knowing the guard was wrong, was some comfort. It would have been much worse without the charm. “Hey, if I didn’t do at least one bad thing you’d get bored of me. I’m sure of it. Besides, you provoked it last time.” The neko grinned wider as he reached out to pat the man’s arm. Of course he was just being cheeky and didn’t mean anything rude by it.

“You know what, I think it’s about time I take a vacation. Prevent you from being able to work your magic.” Of course it would be impossible to fully escape. Gotrik would always be a step away if he tried anything. He had sunk further into the tub to enjoy the warmth, but that notion was gone as the man spoke again. Glossing over the storm part, the neko’s ears raised as the boy almost jumped from the water. “Really? You mean that? You’d take me home? Actually purchase me?” The naked boy blinked a few times as he stared at his master. Something like was big news and it had the boy ready to ask some witch to keep the storm going after it ended.

Gotrik made a mental note to speak to Simon about the theme next year, before something like this happened again. Gotrik still didn’t look entirely convinced when the boy seemed set on protecting the guard. “Yes but no thanks to the guard. If I hadn’t paid for the best you might very well be saying good bye to some of my favorite parts.” As he spoke he stroked his fingers over the boy’s kitten ears. He however couldn’t help but look at least some what amused as the boy called him on having to act out some so he wouldn’t bore Gotrik. He wasn’t sure that was entirely true, but he knew himself well enough to admit the boy at least at least somewhat right. “Perhaps your right. I suppose that just means I’ll focus on punishing you rather than the guard.” He spoke still a little amused, but clearly not entirely joking. 

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All of this was was setting Minho on edge. Angel’s reaction was expected, staying quiet and trying to ignore what was happening but then Gotrik was talking and all Minho could feel was confusion. That little headspace, whatever that phrase meant had the elemental frowning at Angel as if just looking at the other slave hard enough was going to drag an explanation out of him. 

Not wanting to drag out this experience though Minho was quick to jump on the opportunity offered to them. If Gotrik hadn’t fully settled on what he wanted to get out of this little game, to go hard or not, than there was still a way to convince him to end this whole thing. Even if that meant that Minho had to play along in a role he didn’t want to be in. 

It was with a nasty twist in his stomach that Minho followed the order. Trying to ignore the sound of the impact and how it was Angel he was doing it to. His brain moving to keep an almost sick little count of how many times he was hitting him, if he knew how many times it was than maybe he could think of a way to make it up to him ten fold. It was only when his eyes eventually fell down to see the bright red of the others skin that he let himself look over at Gotrik. “Satisfied?”

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   Angel didn’t want Minho to see him like this. To see just how closed off and empty he could become when faced with the reality of his situation. Minho was bright, even when others were trying to drag him down. Angel had never been that strong and never would be that strong.

   The hits were almost worse coming from Minho– he couldn’t block that out no matter how hard he tried. It wasn’t fair to the other man that he had to hurt him– and he so desperately just wanted Minho to win this little game. If he won, then maybe he will have done everything he could have in order to spare his lover. Angel knew he didn’t matter. He never did. But Minho; he mattered.

   Eventually Angel allowed his eyes to look towards Gotrik. Choosing instead to focus on the man. To remind himself that it was Gotrik who was forcing this on them. The same man who had made his life miserable from the first moment he became a slave. Each hit came down hard and he knew it was going to make it hard to sit for at least a couple of days.

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Gotrik had to admit while things were going exactly as he expected them to both boy’s had surprised him a bit. First Minho was far better with the paddle than he had expected and he had to nod his approval. He certainly fault the boy for a lack of trying. The spanks were nicely spaced and he did a very nice job of reddening the boy’s ass quickly enough that Gotrik wondered if the boy had done it before. But after just a moment of thought he decided he didn’t care. After all the more interesting part was Angel. Angel who was so very good at blocking out all but the worst of pains didn’t seem quite as buried in that little subspace as he remembered. Was it Minho’s presence or had the boy simply lost the art of it?

He smiled when the boy seemed to be focused on him. It was clear it wasn’t exactly a happy kind of focus, but it pleased Gotrik none the less. “Very satisfied.” He answered Minho as he looked at Angel clearly interested. “Now you may kiss it better. Don’t be shy. Let’s see what a good little ass kisser you can be and maybe I’ll let you heal up all that damage you caused your little boy toy.” His eyes didn’t leave Angel’s as he made the announcement. Wondering if Angel realized how much the idea of making Minho demean himself to fix the damage Gotrik had made him inflict was aimed at Angel. Because Gotrik was betting it might hurt more than the spanks. 

After hearing about the whole Seth and Gotrik situation, Todd was pissed. No one messed with his witch. The familiar knew he had to keep it somewhat civil considering the circumstances, but his temper was starting to get the better of him. While Todd was usually incredibly chill and laid back, he hated when people he cared about were unhappy. He was going to have a word with Gotrik and try his very hardest to keep calm, but he was already wound up thinking about it.

The familiar made his way to the vampire’s suite, hoping he would actually be there. He hadn’t told Seth what he was going to do, but the witch didn’t need to know about it.. mostly because he would likely try to stop him. Without giving it much more thought, Todd knocked loudly on the door to the suite.

Gotrik wasn’t one who often got unexpected visitors. So he had to admit when he heard someone pounding on his door his interest was piqued. Well at least enough to look at his security cameras. The face at the door wasn’t immediately familiar, but after a few moments he realized it was his Witchling’s little fox. He had to admit of the two boys Seth seemed attached to he had expected to see Shade at his door before the bartender. It was that thought that got him away from the work he was doing and made his way to the front door. 

Seth’s breathing quickened in between his pleasured groans. The little hum sending vibrations through his swollen quick did him in and he involuntarily rocked his hips up when his orgasm hit him like a train. “Fuck––” His head fell back with a soft cry, stars blinding his vision as he writhed and squirmed on the bed as the waves of pleasure rolled through him one by one by one with every threat of drowning him. He blamed the magic for enhancing everything he physically felt in the moment while his mind battled for control over the enjoyment and guilt over it. This all happened over the course of a minute or two until Seth let out one last whine and melted onto the blankets, his chest heaving with labored breaths. 

 Seth bit his tongue against any further complaints or smart aleck comments, not wanting to make shit any worse than it could be. Apparently this dinner date would drag out for as long as Gotrik wanted to and god damn it why didn’t he ever consider learning time magic… And the “my witchling” shit. He wasn’t Gotrik’s property. Never would be either. He kept his head turned with his chin in hand while he started out the window, jaw tight and shifting as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. All of this annoyance boiled within Seth as the waiter prepared their drinks, his relaxed state from his high washing away with a new wave of building irritation. 

He looked down at disgust at the drinks he’d been so kindly gifted. He knew what appletinis were. They were super sugary beverages he’d bought a girl or two at some bar. Course his curiosity prompted Seth to try one and never again as the sweetness overwhelmed his senses in an unpleasant manner. He pressed his lips together as he shot Gotrik an icy look, bringing the drink up to his lips and taking a small sip for the sake of saying so. Immediately his features contorted in disgust, his nose crinkling. “Would have preferred a vodka and soda, but sure. This vomit-inducing sugar water is just as nice,” he said, setting his drink down on the table and pushing it away from him. “I may be dressed as one, but I certainly am not any lady you’d like me to be.” 

The boy’s attitude was almost adorable. It was a tad annoying perhaps because Gotrik would have preferred the boy feel at least a little bad for standing him up, but mostly it was cute. Especially the little glare the new drinks earned him. He chuckled and smiled at the boy as he sipped his own wine. “If you wanted something more to your liking you should have arrived on time. When I have to drag you well this is what happens.” 

“There’s nothing special about me,” Seth replied, setting his jaw again and refusing to argue any further. The only reason, as far as he was concerned, that Lilith chose him at all was because he happened to be one of two other people who lived in the same suite. His body had been a convenient little backup plan to ensure her survival with the threat of extermination, nothing more or less. Gotrik and the others could think whatever they wanted about him and the reason he’d been possessed, Seth had his own ideas that felt far closer to the truth. 

He froze in place, not expecting Gotrik to even dare counter even though he should have. Can’t control everything, he reminded himself. Seth inhaled deep through his nose and exhaled through pursed lips before responding. “Please do not ever call me your boyfriend,” he muttered. “But fine. I will…begrudgingly agree to potentially dress up for some castle events where the dress code calls for it and others abide by it. As long as it’s appropriate and I have full say in what I wear,” he added. His tastes and Gotrik’s didn’t always align so far, Seth hardly the classy thing that the councilman seemed desperate to transform him into. He turned back to the vampire on his desk, arching a brow. “I don’t agree to punishments. I’m not some submissive or…or slave you can torment when you don’t get your exact way.” 

It was possible the boy was telling the truth. It was even more likely that the boy believed the words he was saying, but Gotrik truly doubted that a creature like Lilith would pick a vessel solely because it was close by or it looked pretty. He also doubted a few castle walls would have posed much of a issue so as far as he was concerned the boy had been picked for a reason. And if a creature like that saw a potential in the boy it would be reckless not to do the same. “There we will agree to disagree.”

“A demerit––” Seth quickly bit his tongue on whatever he’d been about to curse Gotrik out on. He hated this arrangement, contract or not. Gotrik and his stupid rules on cursing who the fuck did that? A psychopath. That’s who. Only seven more months of this shit until their contract and their whatever ended. He made a frustrated set of noises as he stormed inside the suite, slamming Gotrik’s door behind himself to make a dramatic point. The noise briefly startled the puppy who paused in its affection kissing of the witch’s jaw with a sharp yelp to attentively seek out the source of the noise. Seth grimaced and gave Heinrich a quick pat on the head with his free hand, mumbling words of comfort that they were safe. 

His kindness only lasted a second before he turned on Gotrik with an icy glare. “I want neither,” he said through his teeth. “I actually want no gift from you at all. I have no need for a dog or a horse. Neither of those gifts are practical in any way, shape, or form.” 

Of all the rules and stipulations he had put in the contract the one about cursing was his favorite. Not only did it mean the boy would be in a delicious cycle of earning spankings and offering up alternatives to avoid the spanking he very much didn’t want to get, but he genuinely preferred his boys not to curse. He himself rarely cursed so he saw no reason his boy’s should. As he followed the boy into the room he wondered if they’d reach the requisite ten before his witchling left. He didn’t even get mad when the boy slammed the door instead he simply pulled up his wards more out of habit that anything else. Though the fact that it would irritate the boy since he’d be hard pressed to get out without them being lifted wasn’t lost on him. 

Seth skeptically took the shirt as well, arching a brow. “I disagree, but sure,” he grumbled. He’d grown up in a time where anything outside the norm was judged and criticized harshly. While things seemed to change somewhat and Seth became more accustomed to the ways of the supernatural world, some of that stigma still resonated within. Especially in Krovs where men who wore skimpy dresses and other feminine attire were considered to be whores incapable of meaning “no” towards sexual advances from the higher class. Hence why Seth refused to dress up publicly save for when he had no other choice with castle events – at least for those he had a legitimate excuse. Privately was a different matter if it made someone he loved happy. Or if he was contractually bound to do so in a business arrangement with a certain councilman to avoid the deaths of his few loved ones. 

He should have known there’d be a catch as he saw the rather dramatic cloak. Seth inwardly groaned at the thought of wearing that thing in pictures but knew that it could always be worse. “Fine,” he sighed, taking the clothes from Gotrik and heading into the next room to change. It didn’t take him very long with the simple outfit, Seth wrapping the heavy cloak around his shoulders over the black jeans and shirt before heading out to meet Gotrik again. The cloak fell around him and hid the outfit underneath, giving much of an illusion that it could almost be mistaken for some sort of gown at first glance. The soft fur actually felt rather comforting much like a blanket and he hoped it’d be enough to keep him warm once they headed outdoors. “Happy?” he asked the vampire. “Where are we doing this photoshoot?” 

He smiled at the sigh, but didn’t push. Honestly he suspected a part of Seth liked it, but as long as the boy wore it he didn’t really need the boy to get all giddy about being dressed up. Then he nodded as the boy went to get dressed. Gotrik used the time to get the last few things ready. When the boy emerged he smiled and nodded the boy looked breath taking and just as mysterious as he had expected. He held up a tiny make up bag and waved it at the boy. “I have a little clearing not far from the cabin prepared, but first a little mascara and eyeliner. Perhaps a bit of color for your lips.” He looked at the other accesingly. 

“I…um, I really don’t get it either,” he answered, shaking his head. While there were some people he liked with less clothes on, it was really only them. To have everyone walking around that way made him feel awkward. Only on Halloween did he try to be more sexy in the conventional way and that was just for a night. To him, it was okay if it was a Halloween costume. The holidays were meant to be more dignified than that.

His eyes followed the strawberry and he blinked at the order. It was more than clear form the other man’s stance that he intended for Iah to just eat it out of his hand. For a moment, he debated reaching up to just take it, but why not go along with this? It might be fun. Leaning toward the berry, he let his tongue run over the chocolate first then his teeth slipped out and he took a bite, eating about half of the treat in one go.

It wasn’t often that Gotrik bothered to pay attention to his younger brethren. Most of them were useless. Spoiled. lazy, and too self indulgent to amount to much and honestly he didn’t know this one enough to know he was any different, but of course the only difference that mattered was this one was pretty in that way that had always appealed to Gotrik. “For the slaves it’s a good way to remind them of their place and their purpose. Perhaps even the staff, but why as a Master would want to lower themselves to that standard yes that is entirely below me.” His eye twinkled. “Well unless one is more submissive than most. There’s no shame in advertising what you need.”

aerisminho​:​.

Minho knew he’d already fucked up snapping at Gotrik earlier. If he’d managed to keep his mouth shut then maybe he and Angel would have been able to pretend to not be as close as they are. Gotrik knew how hard the elemental was to break and he’d done it almost immediately once Angel was put at risk. It was going to make surviving whatever this twisted game was harder than it could have been. But there was no way in hell Minho was going to let Angel lose it.

He couldn’t hold back a slight wince at the order. Not surprised exactly, Gotrik had always been creative when it came to new ways to torture slaves, this just seemed like overkill. Minho bit his tongue, knowing that if he let himself it would be all too easy to tell the vampire just what he thought of him, moving to one of the toy cupboards and trying to find one of the better panels. If he couldn’t avoid hurting Angel at all he was going to at least avoid having to do it with his own hand. At the least, it gave him a moment to gather himself and try to think of the best way to handle this.

Not wanting to drag this out longer than was necessary he turn back around, reaching out for Angel and directing him to lean over the bed in the room. Whispering into the other’s ear as subtly as he could. “You need to win this game. I make the castle more money than you do, the other council members will never let him get away with throwing me outside.” It turned his stomach slightly to bring up how much they were worth into this but it was the reality of the situation. Krov’s was a business and they would not see an asset that had made them profit for centuries so easily tossed aside. Sadism was not a trait Minho himself possessed. Having to try and convince himself it was Angel at the other end of the strike when he swung the paddle. Maybe he could convince himself that it was Gotrik instead, he had been fighting the desire to hit the vampire more and more lately.

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   Angel didn’t often feel intense emotions, but in that moment he felt a sudden anger at the man for doing this to them; to Minho. Angel could handle torture, could handle anything anyone else might dish out at him. But he couldn’t shield his lover from this and it was just a stark reminder of where he failed. Where he always failed.

    But Angel didn’t want to win this game. He wanted to lose. Even if it meant his death in the end. Minho was right, and Angel knew that– he didn’t make the castle enough money. His death was more a matter of when and had been for years.

    Angel said nothing to Minho, not trusting Gotrik enough to speak anything in the same room as him that might give away more than he wanted the other to know. So he simply allowed himself to be put into position and braced himself. He could pretend it wasn’t Minho doing this to him. Minho wouldn’t be able to win this if he held out, he knew that he wouldn’t in the end. Angel could shut himself down and so he did. Allowing himself to slip into the mindset he so often carried himself with.

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For a game Gotrik hadn’t actually planned things were going rather wonderfully. He could see neither boy really wanted to win which of course would in the end mean he’d be the winner as usual. The fact that it was so obvious amused him enough he was already considering letting them both win or lose depending on his mood when he bored of the little game. Of course that was probably several hours from that point so Gotrik dismissed the thought. He watched as the two positioned himself and he snorted. “Now now Angel it’s no fun if you aren’t reacting. That little head space of yours isn’t going to help your friend.” Gotrik chided gently.

Of course he was familiar with that look as he had put the boy in the state of mind plenty of times. “Besides it’s just a paddle. Hardly something to get too in a tizzy about. I haven’t even decided if we are going to get rough today or not.” He smiled in a way that made it clear that he was leaving that in the boy’s hands. If they played nicely maybe he would to. 

He looked at Minho and nodded. “Go ahead nice and hard believe me he can take it. He’s taken much much worse. I may let you kiss it better if you do a good job.”