TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[penancemods]

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.


Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.



Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?


FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul, if you're in a gambling mood. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
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[ouijahands]

[ Klaus crawls back over to James, kneeling up as the captain tells him. He watches James turn to look at the toys and things that exist in the room; Klaus actually hasn't paid much attention to that yet, so he's curious about it, trying to see more of what's available without actually leaving his knees.

He notices what makes James make that sound: collars. He bites his tongue to keep from saying something irreverent; it's in his nature to be mouthy, and he probably won't be quiet for long, but for the moment he does manage to rein it in ]

[invicto]

[ The extended silence is surprising, but in a nice kind of way. For now, at least. He kind of likes Klaus talking back, even if he probably would tell him to shut up right now.

He decides on one of the collars and picks it up, approaching Klaus and fastening the strip of padded leather around Klaus's neck. It's dark red, and James smiles as he runs a finger along the gap between collar and skin. ]

The color suits you.

[ He attaches the leash, then moves behind Klaus, getting a good grip on the strap before yanking hard on it, just to test it. ]

[ouijahands]

Oh, well, red does do wonders for my complexion.

[ He says it because being silent really isn't in his nature, and being irreverent is. But the last word gets a bit choked off when James pulls the leash backwards, jerking against Klaus's throat. It throws him off balance a bit, especially because he's on his knees, but he manages to mostly keep it together. ]

[invicto]

[ James doesn't necessarily mind Klaus talking, especially when he manages to choke the words out of him with a single tug on the leash. His hold is strong, and he steps closer, knee pressing between Klaus's shoulder blades, holding him in place while he keeps the collar tight against his neck. ]

You really don't know how to shut your mouth, do you? Can't you be a good little bitch for once and do what you're told?

[ He settles a hand on Klaus's shoulder, nails dragging up his neck, digging only barely into his cheeks as he tilts his head back. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus looks up at James with wide green eyes, pupils blown, warring between wanting to please him and just being the same way he always is and running off at the mouth. ]

I've done what you wanted, Captain.

[ It's a compromise between the extremes, at least for the exact moment.

James's nails move along his skin and his breath catches. It's all he can do not to seek more of it. Despite his mouth going a mile a minute, he likes this whole thing. He hadn't been kidding when he'd mentioned it to James days ago on the couch in his suite. ]

Wait, yeah, sorry, of course I can do what you tell me.

[invicto]

[ Well, at least he calls him Captain. James can't deny that he enjoys that immensely. The smartass attitude doesn't lend itself well to the moment, though, even if he never really expected any differently from Klaus. ]

Ah. Now, that's better.

[ He pats Klaus's cheek, roughing him up a little as he grips his jaw and pushes his face away from him. He loosens his grip on the leash again, letting Klaus lean forward a bit more, then presses his foot against his back and shoves him forward with no pause or care, intent on pushing him down on the ground while pulling on the leash once more. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus kind of smiles up at James. His mouth usually runs a mile a minute, words without thought of consequence, but his actions aren't resistant. He doesn't really protest or fight when James pushes him down til his face is on the floor. The ground is rough against him where his face still smarts from the belt earlier. The leash is tight, pulling the collar against his neck, at odds with the position he's in. His breath catches because it has to, and he doesn't yet try to talk through it.

He still looks like he's pretty much enjoying this whole thing, though. Whether he actually takes anything seriously ever is anyone's guess. ]

[invicto]

[ It really is such a lovely sight. Klaus could protest but he doesn't, and the wiggling and shifting doesn't really register as real struggling, to James. He'd know if Klaus wasn't having his own share of fun with this.

The sole of his boot drags down Klaus's back, reaching the curve of his ass and digging the heel against a cheek. He lets out an appraising hum, then moves his foot back up, pressing the boot down between Klaus's shoulder blades. ]

You look good on the floor, like the filth that you are. Maybe I should start dragging you around like this, make you clean shit with your mouth. My boots do need a bit of polishing...

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus can have fun with a lot, but this thing he started with James...he’d had no idea James would be so into it. Most people weren’t all that hardcore. Klaus wasn’t always, either, but it had been a long time since he’d let anyone — or asked anyone — to do something like this.

The noise he makes when James’s boot drags down his skin borders on obscene, but isn’t that the point?

He’s more or less pliant, pressing closer to the floor under the new press against his back. ]

Sure, whatever. Captain’s orders, right?

[ Still and always completely terrible at shutting up, Klaus’s tone is somewhere between amused and excited. His underwear are kind of uncomfy this way, with how hard he is, the angle, etc. Whether his amusement is genuine or put in because that’s what he’s used to doing is hard to say. ]

[invicto]

[ This is right up James's alley, actually. Granted, he makes sure to keep himself in check, not get to carried away and ruin their fun together by pushing too much or getting too violent, but so far he's pretty pleased with how willing Klaus is, and how easy it is to just toss him around at will.

The comment earns a dry laugh, and James shakes his head. ]

Unbelievable. You're the most disobedient dog I've seen.

[ He puts an emphasis on the word, bordering on insult, and he moves so he's standing in front of Klaus, pressing his boot against Klaus's shoulder first, then nudging it against his cheek. ]

Lick it clean.

[ It's not really dirty, for the record. But he does immensely enjoy the show from up here. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus knows he may have bitten off more than he could chew. He'd misjudged James as someone who would just say something like "slut" a few times and maybe smack him a little. This is a lot more than that. Even if he suddenly stopped enjoying it, he would probably see it through to whatever end. He hasn't stopped enjoying it though, and it's written in the lines of his body, the quickness of his breathing, the way he keeps talking back.

But he chews on his lip for a second, hovering above James's boot, before doing as he's told, running his tongue along the smooth leather. It's dirty and humiliating and he's impossibly hard from all of it. ]

[invicto]

[ This is one game that James knows how to play. He doesn't even need to say the word slut to be playing it right, and to be having the desired effect on Klaus. And the way he seems to silence the other man, even if only for a moment, tells him he's actually succeeding.

He hums approvingly as Klaus licks the leather until it's practically shining, head tilted to the side. ]

Finally, something your tongue's actually useful for.

[ He tilts his foot so Klaus can keep licking along the inside of the boot, pressing the sole to Klaus's neck and nudging him so he repeats the treatment on his other foot. His lips are parted while watching the scene, ignoring both their arousals for the time being. That'll hold. ]

That's enough. [ He yanks on the leash, foot pressing against Klaus's cheek. He very nearly resists the urge to actually kick him, but he does push the sole against the cheek with some insistence. ] Roll over, on your back.

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus almost mouths off again, says something about what else his tongue can do, but he's...busy, okay? He makes some sound of approval or acknowledgement, openmouthed and pointless, as his tongue moves along the leather.

He doesn't even bother being embarrassed about this. There's no point, and he's done so much stupid shit in his life that embarrassment just doesn't come his way most of the time these days. Besides, they're in hell! Who cares?

Klaus's breath hitches when James pulls on the leash again. Driven by that pull and by the captain's boot, he stops what he's doing and pushes himself up a bit with his arms, just enough to get leverage to turn over.

His dick is obviously hard, constrained only by his brightly coloured underwear. He lays there and looks up at James, irreverent smile lingering in the corner of his mouth. He can't help but be who he is, even if he's managed not to mouth off for five whole minutes.

He is enjoying this. He doesn't have to think, or be concerned about the nightmares and whatever else had gone on. He could be nothing. He could just have sensation, the thing he always chose in some form to drown out everything else. ]

[invicto]

[ Oh, he's intimately familiar with what Klaus's mouth can do, and he fully plans on putting it to good use before their little play here is through. For now, though, abusing Klaus is at the top of the list.

He bites on his lower lip, eyes roaming over Klaus's body as he rolls over and lies down on his back. Pretty sight he makes, with the collar around his neck and that hard-on straining his underwear, his own lips twitching when he reaches the daring smile stretching across Klaus's face. ]

You think this is funny, do you?

[ Never letting go of the leash —which means he ends up dragging Klaus across the floor for just a couple of feet—, he makes his way closer to the wall and picks up a riding crop that was hanging on display. He goes back to Klaus and steps closer so he has one foot resting between Klaus's legs, the other planted firmly on the floor against his outer thigh. ]

You really are shameless filth. You like being treated like the dirt on the floor? Like it when people step all over you?

[ He lifts his foot from the ground and presses it between Klaus's legs, laying a good amount of his weight on it as he steps on his erection, all the while slipping the tip of the riding crop up his thigh and hip, then pushing down to let it dig against the soft flesh just below Klaus's ribs. ]

[ouijahands]

No, who's laughing?

[ He's not technically laughing, but he finds this all incredible. He laughed his way through literal torture once. There's very little chance of him not just losing his shit here too. This is supposed to be fun.

And it is, which is...the point, but also part of the problem.

Klaus pedals his legs a bit to keep up when James drags him, not wanting to be dead weight. It's a decent effort.

Then James is back, his foot against Klaus's dick, and it hurts, and he makes a sound through his teeth, but very little with Klaus is only pain. This isn't different. ]

I like when you do it, Captain.

[ He can't help saying it. Would he let just anyone do this? Well, possibly. It would depend on too many factors. Klaus isn't a creature of plans. He lives in the moment as much as he can.

The crop drags up his skin and he bites his lip, breath coming shallow and quick, still-hard cock under James foot leaking a wet spot onto his colourful underwear. ]

[invicto]

[ Okay, fair enough, but it's obvious Klaus is getting a kick out of this. James decides he doesn't really mind, though. If he did then he'd just have to call the whole thing off, and he's enjoying himself way too much for that.

Well, at least Klaus is doing what he's told, so there's that.

He tilts his head, watching Klaus wriggle around on the floor. His eyes narrow slightly at the words, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his insides when Klaus says his title like that, but even more so at the words he says.

It may well be a lie, and Klaus could enjoy this with anyone, but for a moment James pretends that's not the case, that he's special in that one particular way. ]

Good thing I'm the one doing it to you, then, isn't it?

[ He bears his foot down harder, shifting it forward so the sole rubs against Klaus's bulge. It has to hurt, he imagines, but he doesn't stop. At the same time he lifts the crop and smacks it against Klaus's side hard. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus does laugh a little at James's words. He can't help it. But the laughter dies on his lips and turns into a groan, somewhere between pain and enjoyment. It absolutely does hurt.

The crop slaps against his side and that hurts too, but it's different, more stinging. The wince it brings shifts him ever so slightly under James's boot, so he can feel that pressure more pronounced, the heavy weight of it against his already aching cock. ]

Fuck, fuck...

[ He just sort of trails off, eyes closing for a second, feeling rather than actually looking at James. ]

[invicto]

[ The noises Klaus makes are like music to his ears. His own lips stretch into a grin, borderline on maniacal, as he bears down his foot and literally steps on Klaus's hard-on, squishing it painfully between his legs.

He doesn't want to actually maim him, though. So he just lingers with that same pressure for a few good seconds, watching as Klaus shifts and writhes beneath him, then eases up again, his foot rubbing more tenderly between his legs.

Almost at the same time he lifts the crop again, and brings it down on Klaus's other side, with a harder thwack that rings louder in the air, a long, red mark blooming on pale skin. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus does still wince at that boot. He's not immune to pain by any means, he just...maybe doesn't always experience it the way someone less fucked up would. He's still hard, after all. This hasn't done anything at all to lessen his hard on. Now he's just sore on top of it. Whatever.

He winces again, breath catching on a sound stuck in his throat when the crop hits him. He's not still, he's not really able to be, but he's not trying to get away.

He could maybe try, but James has the leash and that's not really the game he'd set out to play here anyway. ]

[invicto]

[ James watches, gaze dark and lips parted, panting quietly as he watches Klaus wince and wriggle beneath him. Fuck, he's getting hard already at the sight. His foot moves away, and instead he steps up so he's standing above Klaus, one foot resting to each side of him.

Then he presses his boot against Klaus's arm, pinning it to the floor. He whips him across the cheek, then rubs the tip of the crop against his lips. ]

I'm ready to see what else your mouth is good for.

[ With that, he steps back, yanking hard on the leash to pull Klaus up from the floor. ]

Back on your knees.

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus's eyes open and meet James's, and he can't deny what he sees on the captain's face or in his stance, his body. Good. That's what this is for, even if it hurts. Maybe especially if it does.

He gasps when James moves his foot, because it's a relief to have that pressure gone, even with the lingering pain still throbbing there. It will dull, it's fine.

He does make a sound, pain and surprise more than anything, but there's still that cheeky hint of smile in the corners of his mouth as the crop brushes across his lips. He can't help it. At least he doesn't laugh or say something ridiculous. ]

I won't disappoint you, Captain, don't worry.

[ Well, at least he mostly tries.

James pulls him back up and he scrambles to do as he's told, because the collar yanking him around isn't exactly comfortable. He manages it, kneeling there quite close to James now. ]

[invicto]

[ Oh, he knows Klaus won't disappoint him. He knows just what he can do with that mouth after all, the only challenge here is him getting to his knees.

With some coaxing and tugging here and there, they both manage to fix Klaus into his new position. James steps closer still, the bulge in his trousers brushing against Klaus's lips, while he slides the tip of the crop slowly down Klaus's back. ]

Should I? [ He pops his button open, tilting his head. He's going to anyway, he just wants to hear Klaus say he wants it. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus's mouth opens, breath hot against James's trousers. He sort of arches under the crop, though whether he seeks to get away from it or get closer to it, he's not even consciously sure.

His eyes flick back up to James's face. ]

You absolutely should.

[invicto]

[ James's lips curl in satisfaction. He's already tugging the zipper down, then pushing his pants down his thighs, just enough to free the bulge in his underwear.

With the hand holding the leash, he fists Klaus's hair, yanking his head closer until he's shoving his erection in Klaus's face, tugging to coax him to part his lips. ]

[ouijahands]

[ Klaus's mouth opens easily, eagerly, happy to do exactly what James wants here, tongue roaming over the head of James's cock before he moves to get more of it into his mouth. James's hand in his hair gives the captain leverage, and he knows how this works. He doesn't expect a shift in tone or change in heart. This probably won't be less rough than it's been so far.

If asked, he'd go off on an outlandish story about he once wrote an essay called How I Lost My Gag Reflex (which would be entirely bogus). But he has had practice at it, to say the least, so it's like he told James before — he doesn't intend to be disappointing. ]