Damien Black

Damien pulled on his sweat shorts, slid into a pair of flip flops and made his way to the cells. He heard Dominick, before he reached the cell, but once he got there, he paused. “I’m here,” he told him. “I’m here for you.” He nodded to one of the guards, and once the cell door was open, he took one of Dominik’s hands in his own. “I’m here,” he repeated. He gave his hand a gentle tug. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “What do you say?” He looked over his face, his body, as if taking an assessment of him. He pressed his lips together, unsure of what to make of what he was seeing. But, he didn’t say anything. 

Damien’s blush brightened at the man’s words but he was quick to put on a little stern face “If I do move in, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna be your little pet though. You wouldn’t own me, I’m still my own person” he stated before crossing his arms but the thought of seeing Damien naked every day caused him to soften a little “Now..That part…That I’ll allow.” he smirked “As long as I can have a piece of you whenever I want~”

“I have enough pets,” he smirked. “I don’t need another one. Consider it more of sexy roommates,” he said. “But, I do expect lots of naked, sexy times,” he teased. “You and me, and all kinds of dirty things.” He smirked a little bit at this. “You can have me whenever you want for as long as you want.”

Dom smirked “Why thank you Damien, I’ll definitely take you up on that” he then laughed “Oh I quite enjoy our time together too. I’m glad I can keep you entertained in your free time. My rebellious spirit must be soo entertaining” he teased with a little wink

“Good man,” he teased. He cupped his face gently with one of his hands and leaned in to press his forehead against Dominik’s. “It’s more than entertaining,” he whispered softly. “It’s kind of a turn on.”

Dom pulled back to smirk at Damien suggestively. “Oh a room with toys huh? Well now I’m intrigued” he purred “I love a man who doesn’t play it safe. Being safe is just soooo boring” he chuckled as he leaned closer to Damien once again “Oh I’m very curious. Show me all you’ve got to offer~”

Damien grinned at this and stepped closer to him. He brushed his lips along the other man’s jawline, up towards his earlobe. “I’d be happy to show you all that I got,” he whispered huskily in his ear. “Just say the word.”

“Sounds to me like you need to get out,” he said. “Get out and make a day of it. Go get drunk and do whatever comes next.” He laughed a little bit. “I felt the same way for a long time but I found it,” he smiled.

“Maybe, I do,” Damien chuckled. “What do you say, we go out and do just that?” he asked. “It could be fun.” He smirked just a bit at this.

Punishment, for What? || Damien & Genevieve​

Genevieve had been on the receiving end for both pleasure and punishment. The difference tended to be the one wielding the strap, yet try as she might, she couldn’t remember what had been done differently. She loathed the idea of hurting anyone. She had no idea what she was doing, and that made this all the more dangerous. If only she could speak to the person before her, but she was unable to communicate anything.

When he barked the order, the brunette jumped back, almost stumbling over the table of implements. He had every right to be upset with her. Even if she was forced to do this, she was still the one holding the strap. She would be the one to cause him pain. Her eyes filled with tears at the prospect, but there was nothing more that she could do. 

She wished that he would relax. It would probably hurt more if he was tense. Searching his body, she looked at each tattoo. She didn’t know much about getting ink, but she knew that they could hurt. Her first strike was as gentle as she could be with others watching. She only hoped that her theory of pain from a needle being the same as pain from the strap would hold. If it didn’t hurt to get that skull, it shouldn’t hurt as much to be struck there. 

Damien wasn’t sure how he’d react to this. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go back to normal after this or not. But he would do what he needed to do. He would fight this, and he wouldn’t become complacent. He grunted when he felt the strap hit his back. He inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. He took another shuddering breath.

He rolled his head back, and around forward. “Come on,” he growled, unsure if it was directed at the person, the guards, or himself. His mind was spinning with what was to come, and with the realization that there wasn’t anything he could do about it. 

He wasn’t in pain, but if this was some sort of taunt, he wanted to know. “If you’re going to hurt me, just hurt me,” he growled. “Don’t play games.” His voice was softer this time, though. He wasn’t nearly as angry as before, but more guarded.

“Oh?” She lifted a few different ties, attempting to find the one that would bring out his eyes. She was a bit of a gossip, but Clara could keep a secret when need be. Whomever it was was certainly a lucky person. Despite the few moments that they had been together, Clara knew Damien to be a dedicated soul with a winning sense of humor. “Cross my heart. But you only need tell me if you are comfortable doing so.” 

“I trust you,” Damien said lightly. A soft smile appeared on his face and he cupped her face gently in one hand. “His name is Dominik,” he said. “Ruthingham.” He smiled a little and chuckled. “Do you know him?” He figured at the very least, he might know of him. It was a small area after all.

“It’s always a good thing to run into eachother. You’re a good person to hang out with.” Kylie told him, smiling. “Oh- I totally get it. I don’t go out a lot as well. I have moments where I focus on my own things and my social life is just non existant. I don’t do it on purpose but I guess it’s my mind telling me I need my alone time.” She shrugged.

“Oh, well, I’m glad you feel that way,” he said with a light grin at her. He chuckled a little bit at this. “That’s a good way to look at it. There is such a thing as having too much people time, I suppose.” He laughed a little bit. “I think sometimes, I just need to take some me time, and I shouldn’t feel guilty about that, huh?”

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“I’ve been pretty busy,” he laughed. “I may have been thinking about taking up another claim. I didn’t think I’d do that after Cassi left but I don’t know..” He shrugged a bit and looked to the other man. “I think it’s time. You think you’ll ever claim again?” he asked.

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“Oh, yeah?” Damien said, raising his eyebrows at the other man. “Anyone I know?” He smiled lightly at him. “I’ve thought about it. But, you know, these things take time, do they not?” He chuckled a little bit and grinned at the other man. 

“No, no. I’m doing just fine,” he said. “Plus? The kind of help I’m in need of, I’m not sure you can help me with,” he sighed.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit pessimistic?” he chuckled. “Come on, try me.” He smiled lightly, his eyes crinkling at him.

Dom’s head quickly perked up as he heard the familiar voice “Oh my sweet savior” he slurred out as he moved from the bar stool to stumble over to the master, looking as if he were moving in for a kiss before instead pressing his face directly between Damien’s pecks, rubbing his face into the man’s shirt. “You’re soooo pretty” he spoke, though his words muffled