A Brave Kindness

“Bigger it is in then,” Zach murmured.  He summoned another toy.  A nice thick one that would stretch the man out.  “I’m going to shift your bonds.  Bend at the waist,” he ordered.  A snap of his fingers had new ribbons shooting up from the floor to grip the man’s wrists, tugging forward and down while the ribbons that had held the man’s arms slid down Thomas’s torso to support his chest.  Once Thomas was satisfactorily bent over, Zach tugged the toy out of him and began to slowly push the thick toy into the man.

“Good isn’t it?” Zach said.  He shifted to moving his hands over the man’s body more fully, caressing every inch of the man’s upper body, paying special attention to the abs and pecs.  “Perhaps I should give you bigger though.  Really stretch you out.  Or maybe you’d like a real cock in you first.  What do you think?”  For sessions where he wasn’t pulling out his cruelty, it was often fun to make people say things they didn’t generally want to tell him.  Especially if he could use lust instead of the event spell for it.

He smiled easily with the other praising the direction he wanted his life to go in.  Truthfully, Elliot always felt a little weird telling people about it, like it was silly and not practical, but things could always be worse.  Worst case scenario he was homeless again as he worked toward his goal, but now he had a network of friends who would help him out.  It was a nice precursor to where the conversation was headed now.  “Well, I still lived with my grandparents for a little, helping on their farm and stuff,” he explained.  “But I, uh, left.  Then I lived in Vegas for about five or six years, then came here because I wanted to go to college and I couldn’t afford it.  I didn’t have a high school degree either, so it was sort of the best place to go.”  Elliot shrugged, picking at a loose thread in the couch.  “Scared?  Not scared of him, he’s not scary, he’s cool.  But it just felt weird.”

Elliot’s emotions reminded Thomas almost like a mouse, flitting around, not quite sure of their direction. It was almost as if Elliot wasn’t quite sure of them himself. “Yeah? Did you like living on a farm?” Thomas asks curiously, his brows raising. “Oh wow, Vegas is a bit of a jump from farm life. What brought you there?” He says, trying to get a better feel for Elliot’s story. His face softens slightly at the mention of a lack of a high school degree--he’d been raised to value education and understand just how privileged he was to have access to the education he did. “But look at you, now you’re getting a university degree, that’s great!” Thomas says, getting the feeling that Elliot needed a little more encouragement in his life. Thomas nods sympathetically as Elliot talks about his father. “I can only imagine. Have you two been able to talk much? Get to know each other at all?” 

“Good boy,” Zach murmured.  “It’s good to be honest about what you need,” he said.  He stroked the man’s cock more firmly for a moment before moving off to select a larger, thicker, longer dildo.  A good size this time, but nothing mammoth in proportion.  He switched toys with a quick motion, letting the new one fuck into the man a quick pace.

sweet manipulation ; chloe & thomas

Shit. While out walking out of a coffeeshop, Chloe was sipping on her iced latte when she felt her left shoe give from right under her. Causing her to slip, her free hand flailed in the air for something to grab onto–anything–but found nothing. She landed onto the floor, coffee cup beside her. How fucking humiliating.  Angry, she looked around and snapped at gawkers before her gaze landed on one who looked particularly concerned. She was about to let him have when she noticed he didn’t have a collar around him. Not a slave. Letting out a small huff, she did her best to compose herself and instead presented herself as a helpless, hurt woman.

“Oh, would you mind helping me? I broke a heel and can’t walk very far. Pretty please?” she asked softly, brow furrowing as she looked up at the man.

@thomas-feldman

Thomas wasn’t sleeping as well as he could be. Of course he knew that he was likely sleeping better than those in the cells, but the emotional exhaustion was catching up to him. He wanted to help everyone, that that was always one of his downfalls. But instead of taking a step back, he just found himself at the coffee shop, getting an extra large iced coffee with two extra shots of espresso. Because he really didn’t have anything to be so stressed out about, right? He was fine, it was the students that were not, and they needed his help. 

He was caught up in this spiral of thinking when the woman beside him fell, her coffee spilling, the moment moving in slow motion, his face concerned, but his body not responding fast enough to clue into help her right away. When she spoke it snaps Thomas out of his dazed feeling, shaking his head for a second before he immediately puts his coffee down on the patio table beside him, and goes to help her. “Oh god, are you okay? Here, come on, I’ve got you.” He says, clumsily trying to help her up. “You good, anything hurt? I mean, other than you shoe of course.” 

Qhuinn grinned brightly at that. “Me too. It’s the weather as well, I think. Even though it’s warm all of the time here, it just doesn’t feel right to bust out the iced lattes until at least May” She giggled. “But I do make an exception in September for my Back to Hogwarts day. Nothing quite like an iced Butterbeer latte!” Qhuinn exclaimed, giving the other an understanding nod as he mentioned not sleeping. “Same here. Having a boyfriend who doesn’t need sleep is nice, because I always have the option of company. But I love to just watch bad movies and find new recipe ideas too”

“Oh..right. Yeah” Qhuinn bit her lip at that, but was glad to note that her eyes stayed tears-free this time. Nothing could stop the painful squeeze to her heart though. “Colton was..a very dear friend of mine actually. From a time when I was still human” She briefly explained, her helpless shrug an indicator of how conflicted she still was over the whole thing. But that was another story for maybe another time.

“I can’t agree more. My own place is on the edge of the woods and the ocean, lot of space to stretch my legs. Literally” Qhuinn laughed lightly, then explained. “I’m a werewolf”

“I don’t know, I can never seem to stop myself from drinking iced coffees right through winter.” Thomas says with a little laugh. “Guess I’m hooked.” He adds with a shrug. “Oh wow, those sound really yummy! I’ll have to be sure to try one out!” Thomas says excitedly with a smile. 

“Oh...” Thomas says with a little nod, swallowing as he taps his fingers over the counter for a second. He’d only heard rumors, of course, but they’d been horrible rumours, and he just couldn’t understand someone that seemed so nice being friends with someone who had apparently done such things. But he didn’t know the full story, and he didn’t know Qhuinn that well either. 

“Oh wow, a werewolf? I haven’t met a werewolf yet. Whoa.” Thomas says with a little shake of his head. “I mean, I guess I’ve always known supernaturals exist, I guess I sort of am one myself, kind of. I’m an empath, but I mean, still human.” 

“You’re very expressive,” Zach commented as he spelled the toy to fuck the man and began to move around Thomas.  “You really are fond of being fucked by toys.” He teasingly ran his fingertips along the length of the man’s cock.  “But I’d wager you need more than that little thing, don’t you?”

Boy he was a bundle of good energy. She stifled a lough as he covered his mouth afraid of being too loud. The irritated looks were a little annoying to Alexis. As much as she did follow the quiet in a library rule, she took had been no stranger to outburst of joy when reading something. “It’s fine, nothing is more exciting then when things work out.” She shrugged but gave a ver genuine smile at him. 

Alexis heard the title and her grin grew a little wider. “Good pick,” she stretched up and grasped the spine of the book before pulling it down and landing softly on her heels before she turned to hand it back to the man. “Not a problem, and you know part of the job description is helping people track down what they are looking for so you’re just keeping me busy.” Alexis explained as she hopped off the stool. “Well that is exciting, were you aware of supernaturals before you got here?” She questioned as she picked up the stool to put it back. “I mean reading up is a good start. I’m a human so I was really excited about that part. Honestly though, the best advice I can give is getting to know some people. ask questions and stay curious most people who are worth the effort are willing to help y’know?” 

Thomas smiles at the girl as she reaches up to get the book, taking it carefully as she hands it to him. “Thank you.” He says with a little nod, his grin spreading. “Well, I’m glad to help keep you busy then.” Thomas runs his fingers over the spine of the book as he looks it over, excited to be learning more about the supernaturals on the island. “Hmm?” He says, his attention brought back to Alexis. “Oh um, kind of? I mean--well...” Thomas hesitates for a second, he’d always learned to keep the empathy a secret, but here it was a little different. “I’m an empath so yeah, I mean, I knew that some supernatural things existed? Like witches.  Though I’d never met a witch till I come to the island. I didn’t realize just how many different types of supernaturals existed.” 

“Yeah? I’m still getting to know people but that’s good advice.” Thomas smiles before realizing he hadn’t even introduced himself. “Oh my god, i’m so rude. Hi, I’m Thomas.” He says, sticking out his hand to shake. 

He loved hearing the other talk to him, talk about the stuff he was interested in.  Not that he felt he couldn’t around Noah when he was claimed, but he was his friend, and friends supported friends.  Elliot had only met Thomas today, but the way he talked, made it sound like he was already on his side, no convincing needed.  “Really?  You don’t think it’s stupid?” he asked, with a little smile, feeling relieved, feeling heard.  It made him happy.  Talk of his mom always made him a little sad, because he really didn’t talk about it for so long.  He thought about her all the time, but after she died, his grandparents didn’t really want to hear of it and he never really got the opportunity to in the years after that.  “It was,” he mumbled, folding his hands together, promising himself he’d stop fidgeting so much.  “It was a, uh, it was a bad traffic accident?  A big truck ran a red light, she was out getting medicine, for me, I was sick.”  Elliot didn’t blame himself for that, he knew in his heart it wasn’t his fault, and he always found pride in that fact.  He let himself have that one emotional break.  “No, he came here looking for me, actually.  I had no idea who he was when I met him.”

“Not at all! I mean, look how many people watch cartoons, or animated movies and shows, or heck, even comic books, those are huge! It’s totally valid.” Thomas says with an much enthusiasm as an overzealous camp counselor. Thomas’ face shifts easily from excited to sympathetic, and even a little sad. As much as he tried to keep the boundaries between him and those he had sessions with, Thomas couldn’t help from feeling the pain Elliot felt when he thought about his mom.

“So where did you go, after your mom passed away?” He asks gently, probing the subject very carefully while he tried to get a better understanding of Elliot’s story. “And how did you feel, when you did meet your father?” 

Morgana, in her own sick and twisted way, felt as though she was serving the slaves her. Teaching them basic manners, good behavior, and their place in society. They were poor, for the most part, and wouldn’t amount to much. Being of service to people of wealth or power would probably be their saving grace. “I can guarantee that will be the case. I’ll make sure of it. You’re going to be able to write about the mental state of the slaves here in a medical journal someday. I’ll want credit for providing you with such a screwed up group of patients, Doctor,” she sneered, angry the man hadn’t given in to her threats. Whether Thomas knew it or not, he’d made an enemy. “What brought you to this profession in the first place? Were you not loved enough as a child? Did you feel ignored by your peers? Were you inadequate in every way, but if you just had someone to talk to… you would have turned out better?” Morgana asked, sarcastically. 

Thomas clenches his jaw a little--he always wanted to see the good in people, but the woman was someone he knew he’d have to search for it, deep. With his pendant and the other emotions in the cells flooding his sense, all he could feel radiating off of her was anger and contempt for him. He wanted to snap back, but he just stood his ground, watching as she spoke, trying to goad him into something. He took a small breath, her anger bleeding into his own feelings and he tried to centre himself. “My personal life and my past are of no concern to you.” He says, his statement firm. Of course he could tell her the truth, that he had a rather normal, healthy, happy upbringing with two parents and lots of family, and an abundance of privilege that allowed him to have such a good life, but he knew it wasn’t worth it. “I would ask you the same, but I know that it’s really not appropriate to be asking a colleague such questions, though of course my door is always open if you need someone to talk to.” He says, his sarcasm much thicker than usual, the woman’s feelings seeping into him a little more than he would have liked. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have actual work to do, unlike some people who would prefer to harass their coworkers instead.” He surprised himself with the snappy comment towards the woman, hating how susceptible he was to her anger and hate, but nevertheless he turned on his heel to leave. 

“I think we’ll start with a modest size.  Get you ready for more,” he said as he quickly fingered the man.  He wasn’t rough but he wasn’t gentle either.  This was a quick prep, just enough to make things work well.  The dildo he selected and lubed wasn’t small, but not impressive as such things went.  Just enough to be really felt as he pushed it slowly into the man and began to slowly fuck Thomas with it.