(Private RP)The Phoenix Whore House <<Snail-kun & syaoran-puu>>

[Guest syaoran-puu]

 

My character.

In the whore house he is only allowed to wear limited clothing, often a silk draped robe.

Name: Rayne

Original name: Reed Pontin

Position: Seke, tended to be used mostly as an Uke in the whore house though.

Name history: He was given a new name when he entered the whore house. Over time he forgot his real name and just became Rayne.

Age: 24 (He thinks, he didn’t accurately count or track time) he often claims he’s younger to those that ‘buy’ his time.

Birthday: 14th October

Special skills: Flexible body, fellatio and oil body massage.

Background: He was sold to Phoenix House at a very young age, only 5. Initially he was just a house boy, forced to clean, carry and move things. As he grew older and it became obvious he was rather pretty his true training began. By the time he was 16 the house sold his virginity to a much older man and he was rather skilled in all things sex and pleasure. Rayne really doesn’t like to think about it. Over the years having sex with random men has become easier and he’s earned a few privileges within the house: his own room, less men a night and charging a higher rate. He’s not considered the top whore but he’s near the top of the hierarchy.

 

 

From the outside, Phoenix House looked rather plain and ordinary. A grand building for sure, large and secluded and surrounded by trees. But nothing would prepare you for the interior. The place was dripping with mystery. Dark corners, dim lighting and lots of surfaces for... fun.

 

The reception area was vast. Plush reds and golds, a stage that the performers used to their advantage! Curtains and beading. Sofas and tables. A bar manned by a gruff man in a black shirt. There were only a few rules here. First being; keep the customers happy. Second being; do what you’re told.

 

Rayne had lived within these walls for so long that he barely remembered anything from before. A brief memory from a time he needed to forget forever! He’d learnt a long time ago that there was no escape from here... and no point trying! The nights blended together most of the time now. A different man. Sometimes two or three. Sometimes even all together. Sex. Cum. Pleasure. A sticky hot mess in the morning. His bed never truly felt like his own. Yet his mind was often consumed with the goal of others pleasure. That delicious climax that sometimes resulted in him getting a break. Rayne knew his own pleasure didn’t matter, but there were always a few partners that insisted he came too. So he’d learnt to enjoy it, maybe even crave it. The mysteries of the flesh. The erotic coupling of bodies. The energetic dance between the sheets. Or against the wall. Or in the shower. Or over a table. Whatever was required. Since Rayne was flexible in many ways he often found his partners wanting to explore and push him to his very limits. His joints had always been soft and supple, he could bend and flex in ways most could only dream of!

 

Tonight was just another night for Rayne. He was clad in a gold silk robe that complimented his white blonde hair and pale skin. He wore underwear for now, but they were a pair of skimpy gold briefs that barely kept anything to the imagination. He wore the robe hanging off one of his shoulders, a hint of skin to entice and grab the attention of his next cock. Tonight he wore his hair in a loose ponytail, draped over his shoulder, as he made his way down to the reception area. The smell was so familiar. It made him think of sex and even had him growing semi-hard, it was probably mostly down to his earlier training but it could be the excitement of a new mark.

 

Still! He put on his best smile and looked around the crowd enticingly. His body was slender, slight muscles like a swimmer but barely discernible, he wasn’t fed enough for anything more... nor did he get a chance to exercise beyond his ‘job’. Most of his day was spent sleeping, bathing and preparing. Others cleaned the rooms and bedding. Others served and cooked. But sometimes Rayne envied them and their privacy. His space was always invaded. His body always prepared for more.

 

He sauntered over to the bar, perching on a stool and leaning provocatively forward, the robe slipping open slightly to reveal his side and leg. “Evening.” He chirped happily to the bartender.

 

“Evening Rayne. You know you shouldn’t be doing this.” The man was clearly amused though. As if this was a regular thing lately.

 

“Says who? I’m just being subtle in gaining someone’s attention.” He glanced towards the door. Maybe someone interesting would show up today? “Pity you never seem to want a bite.” He looked back and winked before giggling playfully, a sweet and soft sound. He looked the man up and down, eyes stopping at his crotch, “I already know you’re packing.”

 

Was that a growl Rayne heard? It only made him smirk. Looking up innocently, he fluttered his eyelashes and smirked as he slipped from the chair and went to work. Best not to tease the bartender too much, he had more power here than Rayne after all. Of course, that didn’t narrow down Rayne’s options. Maybe no one would want him tonight? A night off would be.... strange. He couldn’t remember ever being allowed a night off unless sick.

 

“Rayne.” He heard his name, turning Rayne spotted the Lady of the house. Everyone just called her Ma’am. She controlled them. Controlled the money. Sold them like cattle and trained them to pros. She looked harsh, perhaps she’d once been beautiful... twenty years ago... still she was certainly a force to be reckoned with. Even now.

 

Smile in place he sashayed over. “Ma’am?” He bowed his head a little in respect to her.

 

“There’s someone I think would be very interested in you.” She informed him.

 

He just smiled. He wouldn’t and couldn’t argue. Most nights he was allowed to pick who he slept with, as long as he worked he was left alone. But sometimes it wasn’t entirely up to him.

 

“Indeed. I believe they said it was the young man’s birthday.” She said simply.

 

Young man? To the Lady that could be anywhere between 15 years old to 40! Still he just smiled. “Anything for you Ma’am.” He wondered just who this birthday boy was.

[Guest Snail-kun <3]

 

my character

Name: Horace Tinker

Age: 26

Birthday: December 1st

Special Skills: Trilingual (English, Arabic, Spanish), sharpshooter, writing

Background: Born into a military family Horace believed it was his duty to follow in his family?s footsteps and enlisted into the army as soon as he got out of highschool. He was an excellent soldier and quickly managed to gain the rank of Sergeant Major. Sadly, when he was twenty-five he was caught up in an explosion that cost him all of his right leg. After he was honorably discharged from the army he enrolled in college and is now studying to get his degree in professional writing. He lives a little bit away from campus and has the tendency to become somewhat of a hermit if left to his own devices.

 

 

 

The tapping of Horace?s fingers was drowned out by the hysterical laughter and teasing remarks of the men (boys) in the driver?s and passenger seat of the car. Why did he hang out with them again? Did sharing one or two classes with boys eight years his junior constitute them becoming his friends? Apparently it did in the minds of Edward and Jackson. But then again, maybe Horace was just as stupid if he was constantly persuaded into participating in their antics.

 

A sigh fogged up the glass he was leaning against; it felt cold and crisp against his forehead as he watched an endless stream of trees fly by. It was surprising that such an? establishment was located in the middle of nowhere. Was it to provide some kind of atmosphere? Because all it did was make Horace feel like he was trapped. Unable to escape from the endless rows of green giants.

?So are you ready for tonight Mr. Thirty Year old virgin?? Horace scrunched his nose at the nickname, forcing himself to sit ramrod straight so that he could glare at Edward from the rear-view mirror. Though his glare probably did very little damage with how flushed his face was.

 

?Twenty-six is nowhere near thirty Edward. And maybe you should be a little less proud of losing your ?V-card? on junior prom with some girl you don?t even remember the name of.? Edward gasped in mock shock while Jackson chuckled-- reaching back to fist pump Horace. Horace refused for a half a minute before reluctantly giving in.

 

?Well if you two are done,? Edwin huffed out, ?We?re here.? Horace?s eyes widened as he looked back out the window. The car had stopped and before him was a rather grand building. Edward and Jackson were already out of the car, Jackson opening his door for him while Edward pranced on ahead and through the doors. Horace?s grip on his cane tightened as he was escorted by Jackson into the building.

 

The entire room was draped in erotic luxary and Horace was no coward, but he wanted to run away, Edward was nowhere to be seen and Jackson seemed all to comfortable walking away from him in order to get a drink from by some hulking man in black. Horace was left standing awkwardly in the middle of the entrance. Waiting for something, anything to happen.

Luckily something did happen in the form of Edward sashaying back over to Horace with a powerful looking woman in tow.

 

?Here he is Ma?m! Tinkerbell! This is the Madame of this lovely establishment.? Said Madame looked him over like a piece of meat before nodding.

 

?I got the perfect one for you dear. Go sit down over there and I?ll go get him.? She waved him off like a child towards a plush armchair before marching off with Edward in tow. Horace almost didn?t want to sit down just to spite the arrogant woman, but he couldn?t help but sit down after a moment. Sitting straight like a statue as he awaited whatever fate (and the Madame) had in store for him

[Guest Snail-kun <3]

 

My character

Name: Horace Tinker

Age: 26

Birthday: December 1st

Special Skills: Multilingual (English, Arabic, Spanish), sharpshooter, writing

Background: Born into a military family Horace believed it was his duty to follow in his family?s footsteps and enlisted into the army as soon as he got out of highschool. He was an excellent soldier and quickly managed to gain the rank of Sergeant Major. Sadly, when he was twenty-five he was caught up in an explosion that cost him all of his right leg. After he was honorably discharged from the army he enrolled in college and is now studying to get his degree in professional writing. He lives a little bit away from campus and has the tendency to become somewhat of a hermit if left to his own devices.

 

 

 

 

The tapping of Horace's fingers was drowned out by the hysterical laughter and teasing remarks of the men (boys) in the driver's and passenger seat of the car. Why did he hang out with them again? Did sharing one or two classes with boys eight years his junior constitute them becoming his friends? Apparently it did in the minds of Edward and Jackson. But then again, maybe Horace was just as stupid if he was constantly being persuaded into participating in their antics.

 

A sigh fogged up the glass he was leaning against; it felt cold and crisp against his forehead as he watched an endless stream of trees fly by. It was surprising that such an establishment was located in the middle of nowhere. Was it to provide some kind of atmosphere? Because all it did was make Horace feel like he was trapped. Unable to escape from the endless rows of green giants.

 

"So are you ready for tonight Mr. Thirty Year old virgin?" Horace scrunched his nose at the nickname, forcing himself to sit ramrod straight so that he could glare at Edward from the rear view mirror. Though his glare probably did very little damage with how flushed his face was.

 

"Twenty-six is nowhere near thirty Edward. And maybe you should be a little less proud of losing your 'V-card' on junior prom with some girl you don't even remember the name of." Edward gasped in mock shock while Jackson chuckled-- reaching back to fist pump Horace. Horace refused for a half a minute before reluctantly giving in.

 

"Well if you two are done," Edwin huffed out, "We're here." Horace's eyes widened as he looked back out the window. The car had stopped and before him was a rather grand building. Edward and Jackson were already out of the car, Jackson opening his door for him while Edward pranced on ahead and through the doors. Horace?s grip on his cane tightened as he was escorted by Jackson into the building.

 

The entire room was draped in erotic luxury and Horace was no coward, but he wanted to run away. Edward was nowhere to be seen and Jackson seemed all to comfortable walking away from him in order to get a drink from by some hulking man in black. Horace was left standing awkwardly in the middle of the entrance. Waiting for something, anything to happen.

 

Luckily something did happen in the form of Edward sashaying back over to Horace with a powerful looking woman in tow.

 

"Here he is Ma'm! Tinkerbell! This is the Madame of this lovely establishment." Said Madame looked him over like a piece of meat before nodding.

 

"I've got the perfect one for you dear. Go sit down over there and I'll go get him." She waved him off like a child towards a plush armchair before marching off with Edward in tow. Horace almost didn't want to sit down just to spite the arrogant woman, but he couldn't help but sit down after a moment. Sitting straight like a statue as he awaited whatever fate (and the Madame) had in store for him

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Rayne wasn’t about to argue. So instead he was pointed in the right direction and added a little sexy sashay to his step as he moved over to the target guy. He spotted the cane and wondered why the man used it, he couldn’t tell from this angle yet. A limp maybe? Not that it mattered. He’d do as he was told.

 

Smile in place he moved to sit on the arm of his chair. “Why hello sexy. I’m Rayne.” He winked, “and for tonight I’m all yours.” Rayne stroked the top of the guys arm with the back of his hand, a testing motion really, he was trying to see how the man reacted. He shifted enough so that his robe slipped and revealed a perfectly perk pink nipple, inviting and open. “Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?” The guy looked completely uneasy and stressed. Not surprising for a first time visitor, and from what he’d been told, one dragged by his friends. “I hear it’s your birthday.” The hand stroking the man’s arm moved up to gentle caress his face. Gently stroking his cheek.

 

Rayne could tell he had a shy one on his hands. That was okay. He’d had shy ones before, they often turned out to be wild in bed! He leaned closer, near the guys ear and huskily spoke into the shell, “I’ll treat you so good, baby.” The man was gorgeous at least, though his eyes looked a little haunted.

 

He stood up and held out his hand with a giggle, “come on. Let’s get you off the main floor.” Maybe he’d relax with a little privacy.

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No amount of training could have prepared Horace for a literal god to appear before him in the middle of a whore house. He sauntered over to Horace with the grace and confidence of a big cat. Snow white hair and ruby eyes mesmerizing Horace momentarily before his senses came back to him. He swallowed thickly as he trained to maintain eye contact rather get lost in the others' very… exposed body. Oh God he must look ridiculous right now. All blotchy faced and he was sure the other could hear his heartbeat.

 

“It’s… nice to meet you Rayne. I’m Horace.” Was he supposed to give his real name? Dammit he needed to pull himself together! He wasn’t some kind of soldier. But being called baby, saying that he was going to be treated good… it was almost too much for his poor heart to take. The husky whisper sent shivers down his spine.

But life had taught him that even if he was afraid he still needed to suck it up and do what he had to do. Granted, none of his prior experiences were anyway similar to what was happening but still, the thought process was the same. He had to do this and he had to do this now before he lost the courage and ran back to his apartment.

 

He got out of his seat with a jolt-- facing Rayne head on. “Lead the way then Rayne. I’ll be in your care.” His own chocolate eyes bore holes into Raynes in an attempt to appear more put together then he felt. His knees felt weak and his heart felt like it was going to burst but he was going to do this. He tried in vain to crack a smirk that fell a few inches short of seductive.

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Rayne smiled softly as the man all but leapt from his chair, the man was screaming anxiety! Poor man. Rayne wondered if the man was about to have a heart attack or something! How old was he anyway? Rayne barely knew his own age, let alone being able to guess the age of others!

 

Deciding to go with happy to help sooth Horace, Rayne added excitedly and linked himself onto the man’s arm, looking up enamoured at the guy; “yay! This will be so much fun! You’ll be fine Horace. I promise.” He winked. Giving the man time to keep as he stepped in the direction of the stairs. Ensuring to wiggle just right to entice and keep the interest of his client.

 

“Is there anything in particular you want to try today?” He asked softly, no judgement in his tone. Rayne really has heard it all and tried far more. He’d been fucked more times than he could even count!

 

He chewed his lip a little, almost pulling off shy as he lowered his head a little and looked up at the guy through his eyelashes. “You’re very cute by the way.” A true compliment but presented in a way to try and make Horace feel at ease, wanted and in control of the situation.

 

Starting up the stairs he spoke again, “my room is at on the second floor in the middle. You’ll like it! It’s got a very big and comfortable bed. Perfect for anything you want to do with me.” He winked.

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“Of course I’ll be alright!” He might’ve said that a bit too loudly but what else was he supposed to do with Rayne clinging to his arm?! Those eyes were just too pretty to refuse as he let Rayne lead him towards the stairs. Any thoughts of leaving were becoming fainter and fainter as he got lost in the others slinky movement.

 

“Something I want to try.” Was there something he wanted to try? Outside of realizing he was gay when he was sixteen he hadn’t had much chance to figure out what he may like. If he hadn’t been studying he had been preparing to enter the military and then, once he had gotten into the army, he was just trying to avoid people finding out he was gay. No time for late night experimentation or even mindless ogling of his fellow soldiers. He had a job to do and people finding out and ridiculing him because of him being careless about his sexuality would have destroyed his career. “I wouldn’t mind… being held.” His words got softer and softer until they were just above a whisper.

 

Cute. When had anyone ever called him cute? Maybe once Jackson did when he was drunk off his ass and having a sexaulity crisis but that was about it. He was far from cute and he had the scars and missing limb to prove it. Somedays he couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror. But something Told Horace Rayne was being honest when he said that. Maybe he had some vision troubles.

 

He followed after Rayne slowly and steadily; his cane clicking with each step up he took. It felt so rude to just stare at Rayne but Horace was captivated by Rayne and his gut told him it was due to more than Rayne’s looks alone. He squashed down that gut feeling and continued to follow.

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To be held? That surprised him a little, but mostly because most wanted to fuck him, not be fucked. He was more than capable of doing what the man wanted though. The quiet tone made him wonder how often the man has indulged this need, he was painfully shy! Rayne was a whore. There was no need to be shy with him. “You’ve got it cutey. Anything you want. Anything at all.” Rayne winked at him. To reward Horace for his honesty he leaned up and kissed the man’s cheek. You caught more bees with honey than vinegar.

 

Maybe Horace would tell him more when they were actually alone?

 

They steadily made their way through the house, heading to his room. Rayne pushed open the door and stepped inside. “Make yourself self at home Horace. Would you like me to lock the door or keep it open?” He invited, holding it open and waiting for the man. Again, there was no judgement in his tone. Some liked the risk of being caught, some even liked being watched and some liked the illusion of being utterly alone.

 

He moved a hand to the belt of his robe and undid it. It swished open to reveal a lightly toned body, completely waxed and smooth; his only hair on his head! His cock was already showing interest, mostly hard and only needing a little more input to become rock hard for the other. “Do you like what you see?” He asked, fluttering his eyes at him.

 

Rayne let his eyes glide over the man, eyelids hooded and his tone hungry.

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Horace could only grunt in reply. He wanted Rayne to hold his arm again. Actually, he wanted Rayne to hold his entire body close to his leathly muscled body so Horace could shove his entire face into his hair and breath in deeply until whatever stupid emotions rushed out of him and only lust and arousal remained. Then he wanted to kiss him and to be kissed until they were both left breathless like he had seen in those silly movies and then… and then godamnit sex ed didn’t prepare him for this!

 

“I would prefer if the door was locked.” he said while stepping into the room, observing and over analyzing the bed as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Observing it, that is, until Rayne removed his robe.

 

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph were all prostitutes this attractive?! Horace wanted to rip his hair out as he tried to compute the overwhelming sensations washing over him. He was very much aroused now. Probably had been since the moment the other whispered into his ear. But now there was nothing left for him to focus on besides his own arousal and Rayne’s apparent arousal. Horace took one step, and then another step closer to Rayne without much thought. A man like this could be a model, what was he doing in a whore house in the middle of nowhere? It felt like a sin to have a man such as Rayne being used carelessly and then tossed aside when the whole world could benefit from his beauty.

 

“You’re very beautiful Rayne.” He spoke after a moment of hesitation. They were only a foot apart from each other now. All he had to do was reach out and he would be able to touch Rayne.

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Rayne chuckled softly and nodded, locking the door. It could be opened from the outside with the Madams key, but his client didn’t need to know that.

 

Done with the door he gave Horace his full attention. He stood still as the man walked towards him. It seemed like Horace was going to touch him... then suddenly stopped. That shyness again?

 

The room around them was larger than some but not too big. Three walls painted in dark red, one covered in a luxury looking red and black flowered paper. It wasn’t Raynes choice. The bed was draped and wrapped in silks and satins. Beside the bed was a cabinet with any and all supplies they might need, he could get pretty much anything not in there too with some warning. But he suspected the lube and toys would be more than enough for Horace.

 

Deciding to close the gap for him Rayne walked over with a soft sway of his hips and joined the man, they were stood on a beautiful red fluffy rug. Reaching up he wrapped his arms around Horace’s neck. He leaned up, close, “thank you. I’m glad you’re satisfied with how I look.” He smiled, appreciating the others words. Rayne was complimented all the time, but he knew his clients wanted to feel like his only partner, they rarely truly wanted to know about any others.

 

He ran the fingers on one hand through the guys hair, tender and soft as he leaned closer and nuzzled their cheeks together. “Is there anything I should be aware of? I can see you use a cane and I don’t want to hurt you....” he meant it too, his tone genuine. The goal was to make Horace happy! Not to hurt him. To break any tension from his question he leaned in and licked Horace’s ear a moment before pressing kisses down his cheek to his jaw. Soft, sweet kisses. With the hand not in his hair, he moved it down over the guys chest. “Perhaps you’ll allow me to make you a little more comfortable?”

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Satisfied with how he looked? Such clinical sounding words for such an intimate situation. Though, now that Horace thinks about it, it probably wasn’t all that intimate for Rayne. Just another body, just another fuck in a long and endless list. Everything in this room, all the crimson and fluff was meant to give off a sense of romance and intimacy that this building inherently lacked. It reminds Horace of how he had promised his mother to wait for someone he loved after one long Catholic mass he had been dragged to at the beginning of his highschool career. He could back out now and Rayne probably wouldn’t care for all his sweet words. Some part of Horace screamed to do that. Horace chose not to listen as he leaned in to those fingers running through his hair.

 

It felt so nice. The warmth, the security, the heavy arousal simmering just below the surface was an intoxicating combination. Rayne’s cheek was soft. Horace was sure the rest of him was just as soft; he tentatively reached out and placed his hand on the others waist. It was just as soft as he imagined and his breath stuttered at the sensation. He was brought back to reality by Rayne’s question.

 

At first he didn’t say anything, eyes shifting to his own leg but seeing something far beyond it. “My, my right leg is gone. There is somewhat extensive scarring going up my right side, hand, and forearm. Everything is tender but you won’t be able to hurt me.” While he spoke his hand turned white with how tightly he gripped his cane. He was moments away from squeezing Rayne’s waist just as hard but he had some semblance of control. He forced himself to relax his grip, forced himself to regain the semi-relax posture he had gained during their prior interactions. This wasn’t a time to get upset. It wasn’t the time to get mad.

 

Instead he focused on those feather light kisses trailing down his jaw. They felt like butterflies and gave Horace goosebumps. It was spin chilling and thrilling and almost too perfect. “Let's go to the bed. I don’t like standing for long periods.”

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Rayne wasn’t sure what he’d said wrong, but Horace seemed disappointed for a moment. Had he smashed his fantasy a little? He hoped not!

 

Keeping with it he carried on those small kisses as he listened. An amputee. That explained the nervousness then, maybe this was their first time since the accident? It seemed like it must have been a terrible accident too from the sound of the injuries. He’d take care with this man. He genuinely didn’t want to hurt him. There was something about Horace and those haunted eyes that he liked.

 

He spotted the guys hand, the knuckles white from the pressure. He covered his hand softly, stroking it softly. “It’s okay. You won’t disgust me if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m glad that I won’t hurt you either though. I don’t want that.” Rayne smiled. He nodded and let him go, sauntering over to the bed, he lay on his side, arching his back a little to show off his body. “Will you join me? Maybe you’ll let me give you an oil massage? I’ve heard they’re great to help you relax. I have magic fingers.” He giggled and wiggles his fingers in Horace’s direction before patting the bed beside him. “Come on baby. I don’t like you so far away.” Rayne really wanted to wipe that frown from the man’s face. To replace it with pleasure and affection.

 

He smiled, “leave the rest of the world outside. It’s just me and you in here. Nothing else.”

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He didn’t want to flinch when Rayne rested his hand atop his own. But he couldn’t but the shiver that wracked his body. That hand was perfect. Unmarred from the physical horrors of the world. Rayne hadn’t seen anything. He didn’t know anything. Everything and anything that Horace has been through Rayne didn’t have to know. He wouldn’t know anything besides what Horace told him. He’s not like Horace’s mother or father; he wasn’t even like Horace’s peers who knew him as ‘the angry vet with a limp’. He was just another customer who Rayne was very willing to shower with affection for a few hours.

 

Willing to look past the scars which he hadn’t even seen the full extent of without so much as a pause; logic told Horace that Rayne was lying. That all his kind words were some kind of farce. But the tiny voice in the back of his head told him a different story. It told him that Rayne was genuinely kind and that once Horace shed his clothes he wouldn’t be met with a sneer. Everything was going to be alright.

 

Horace allowed for a tiny smile to spread across his face. He felt so bashful as he followed Rayne to the bed. His cherry blush rose all the way up to the tip of his ears as he followed the movement of those wiggling fingers. He felt the bed dip as he sat on the edge of it-- just inches away from Rayne as he placed his cane on the floor.

 

“A massage would be nice I think. But I’ve never had one before.” This wasn’t entirely true --his mother had loved giving him massages when he was younger-- but it was a far cry from being caressed by a stranger. “Would you, um, help me get undressed?” He didn’t really need help. He could get out of his clothes without too much difficulty. But between the options of making a potential fool out of himself by letting out any pained noises and swallowing his pride and asking for help, Horace chose the latter.

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Rayne was happy when the bed dipped beside him. Encouraged he hadn’t scared him off, Ma’am would have been so pissed at him! He moved a hand to rest on the man, spreading his fingers out then curling them onwards to lightly stroke and scratch.

 

“Then a massage is what you’ll get!” He chirped happily. He rolled over and slid off the bed long enough to open one of the draws and pull out the oil and lube. He might as well get ready. Putting both items on the bed he hummed and looked over again. “My pleasure!” Rayne meant it.

 

Standing he stepped closer then carefully straddled the man hips before knee crawling a little higher. Over the guys clothed chest he ran his hands up and to his shoulder, squeezing lightly before moving his hands to the buttons and carefully working them all open. As he worked he ground his arse gently down against him. Hoping the double sensation might distract! His cock bobbed openly, nothing of him hidden.

 

Lowering his head he started to kiss the trail revealed as those buttons opened. The man looked well defined, clearly he had trained and worked out a lot in his life! Beautiful. Utterly beautiful. Scars and all. He spotted some of the scars Horace had mentioned, but beyond gentle kisses to them he didn’t react. Soon all the buttons were undone and Rayne pushed the fabric over the man’s shoulder. He winked at him.

 

Rayne wanted Horace relaxed. He carefully removed himself off Horace lap, careful of the right leg before kneeling between the guys legs. He reached and undid the buttons of his crotch. Leaning forward to nuzzle his inner thigh. “You’re so muscled. It’s hot.” He smiled, using both hands to carefully wiggle the guys trousers down and off! They definitely didn’t need them!

 

Finally he was face to face with the man’s underwear. There was no hesitation as he nuzzled at the man’s hardness through the material, licking a wet patch and winking before skilfully using his teeth to remove this fabric too.

 

Gloriously naked, Rayne ran his hand down the left leg. “Why don’t you shift up the bed and get comfortable for your massage. Okay? You’re in control. Tell me to stop or do more at any point.”

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Rayne’s joyful disposition was getting to Horace. Everything the other did was filled to the brim with seemingly careless happiness and effortless seduction. Horace’s back arched with the gentle scratches. He wanted to feel those hands directly.

 

Horace remained still as he observed Rayne acquire a bottle of oil and ... Horace eyes widened minutely when he spied the lube. His erection had never wavered but he had to tighten his legs together in order to avoid the embarrassment of Rayne seeing his cock twitch just by seeing lube. He may be starting to relax but he still had some form of dignity to maintain!

 

He let out a small ‘oomph’ as Rayne settled on top of him. Despite Rayne being rather light the sudden sensation of another man’s warmth on top of him gave Horace a shock. He wasn’t really sure what to focus on. The nimble hands squeezing him and nimbly unbuttoning his shirt were entrancing but the grinding of Rayne’s ass against his groin were sending shocks through his entire body that were only dimmed by two feeble layers of clothing. He tried to cover his mouth in an attempt to contain the feeble whimpers that were trying to escape. Rayne’s cock was swaying back and forth with each grind of his hips and Horace was mesmerized by it. Of course Rayne would have a nice cock. Of course.

 

It was hard not to squirm with each kiss placed upon his chest. Simple kisses should not feel this good. But each kiss -especially when it made contact with anyone of his scares-- sent his body aflame as he finished what Rayne started as he cast his shirt to the ground.

 

Instinctively, Horace’s hand reached out to Rayane’s hair. Not pulling or tugging, just gently petting the soft locks as he tried his best to embrace the feeling.

 

The petting stopped when Rayne’s comment of him being ‘hot’ turned him into a near sputtering mess. His dismissal of the claim died in his throat though, as his pants were done away with. He jerked harshly with the first nuzzle and nearly jumped when he felt the kitten-like lick. This was how he was going to die. He was going to die from a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Oh God Rayne was using his teeth! Horace’s cock sprung free with little ceremony.

Control. Of course. He was always in control because that’s what Horace always had to be. A part of him liked it of course and he was grateful Rayne was being so thoughtful, but being in control could be so trying sometimes. Still horace made a small hum in response before doing as Rayne said.

 

“Before you start,” He began once he was settled, “Would you mind… kissing me? On the lips, I mean.”

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Rayne seemed more than aware of every sound, flinch and reaction Horace made. The more that happened between them, the more Rayne was sure Horace hadn’t shared his flesh with anyone since his accident. Maybe Rayne could give back that confidence to let someone else in? Someone not a slave and bound to a whore house.

 

Rayne licked his own lips, taking in Horace’s magnificent form. Even with the obvious fake leg there wasn’t anything distracting from the guys beauty. Even his cock twitched in wanton need. Horace had initially asked to be held, often code to be the bottom and Rayne planned to treat him so good that when his cock finally slid inside the man would be a needy mess who could no longer think!

 

He smiled at the request, “of course.” Of all the things he’d done since coming to this house, kissing others mouths was not usually his favourite thing to do. Some people were just unpleasant! Except this time, the idea of Horace kissing him made him feel giddy with excitement!

 

Allowing Horace to settle, he crawled over the bed towards him, a seductive smile in place as they came face to face. He spread a hand openly, almost possessively over the man’s chest as he lowered down to kiss him. He remembered how nice it had felt to feel those fingers running though his hair earlier and he craved more. Horace hadn't tried you pull it hurt him, not that he wasn’t used to that. Still. Right now he... Wanted more. Needed more. Closing the gap he kissed Horace. Pressing their lips together in the dance of seduction.

 

At first it was simply a gentle press of lips, but Rayne darted his tongue out to lick at the seam of the others mouth, seeking entrance. Against their lips he spoke three simple words, “let me inside,” the sound vibrating through his whole body as he wriggled and squirmed against Horace’s side and length, one leg gently shifted to hang over the man’s midsection and rubbing the man’s hardness. He wanted Horace to feel sensations, to feel desired, to want this!

 

If Rayne had been aware his cheer was upsetting Horace he might have tried to stop. He was all about his clients wants and needs after all. “Your body feels good.” He purred, smiling for a moment at Horace. He leaned in and stole another kiss. Slowly his hand wandered to stroke Horace’s body and play with his nipples. First the left, rubbed and lightly pinched to perfect peaks.

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People had always told Horace that he was somewhat stiff. A little too straightlaced and a little too cold. Horace had always taken that as a compliment. There was something about Rayne's smile though, that smile turned his insides into jelly and made him like the feeling. Everything was soft and warm and for once in Horace's life he was ok with it.

 

How did Rayne do it? The other made it so that the real world felt like nothing but a dusty dream. The confidence he radiated filled the room and left everything almost too hot to handle. Like a shooting star burning so bright it was white it was the kind of confidence someone could only get from years of experience. Sometimes Horace liked to pretend he had that level of confidence. But the truth of the matter was that he hadn't been confident in anything since he returned home from his last tour. Maybe with Rayne some of that confusion could take a back seat for a while. Rayne could turn it into just another far away thought with each smile and each lick of his lips. Chase it off with seduction and sensation.

 

Rayne was on top of him again; Horace's heart did a somersault as he swallowed the saliva that had been pooling into his mouth. This was it. This was going to be his first kiss and it was going to be with the most beautiful person he had ever met and maybe this was all going too fast and maybe--

 

All the air left Horace's lungs when Rayne's lips made contact with his own. He kept still for a moment as he felt Rayne shift and twist. He could practically feel how his eyes dilated before they finally fluttered shut and he allowed himself to embrace the feeling. His hands found Rayne's hair once as he tried to keep up with minute detail. His chest full and his head felt dizzy with lust. As one hand continued to pet those magnificent locks the other made its way down Rayne's spine. Horace arched into the kiss. Shuddering sharply when he felt Rayne's slippery tongue dance across his mouth. He couldn't do anything but obey the other?s sultry order. Eagerly he allowed for Rayne to invade and conquer his mouth.

 

Controlling his moans were out of the question at this point. The kiss served enough as a distraction so that Horace lost all ability to censor himself. He let out a pathetic mew as Rayne's leg rubbed his erection; raising his hips so he could discover more of that delicious friction.

 

The kiss had left him desperately trying to catch his breath. Through his pants Horace tried to come up with some kind of reply to Rayne's comment -- something to properly articulate how amazing Rayne was-- but before he could even form a proper thought his breath was once again stolen by Rayne's passionate kisses.

 

The grip on Rayne's hair tightened considerably once the other located Horace?s nipple. Fuck, fuck, fuck! That felt good, that felt almost too good. Horace broke the kiss as he let out a toe-curling moan. In some form of retaliation he searched for Rayne's nipples. Once they were blindly located he rubbed them gently.

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Rayne was growing used to Horace’s stiffness, but it was his goal to get him relaxed. To make him soft and supple and pliable in just the right way. Horace would enjoy this more then. The tension was only a barrier to his pleasure. Their pleasure.

 

Control the kiss he did. Humming in delight at the hand in his hair as he tongue, tentatively at first, probed inside. He swirled the appendage within a moment before licking over the others tongue and dancing with it in an effort to get the appendage to play too! To be active and involved in this most intimate clash of titans.

 

His ears enjoyed those sweet, open moans. The soft mewling of the other spurred him on. It had to be a good sign!

 

Rayne licked and teased the first nipple still before peppering kisses over the guys chest to the other. Renewing his attentions.

 

He body arched and a soft purred out moan escaped him as his own, extremely sensitive body reacted to the rubbing. He hummed against Horace’s skin, sending vibrations through the man. “Oh baby. Your fingers feel so good on my body.” Rayne praised, permission for Horace to touch more, not hiding his reaction as he arched his back and looked at Horace with a satisfied grin. “How about that massage now?” Rayne winked, reaching for the oil even as he purposely ground his hips against Horace’s side, his leg still giving gentle pressure to the man’s dick. “I want to help you relax and think only of me. My hands. My body. My need. My cock. Just me.”

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The probing of Rayne’s tongue sent Horace for a loop; a strange and invasive sensation transforming into something sweet and sultry. Valiantly, he attempted to mimic Rayne’s movement. With each swirl of Rayne’s tongue he tried one of his own. Searching and exploring every aspect of Rayne to the best of his ability; a trickle of drool managed to escape from the corner of his mouth. If he were anywhere close to being in his right mind, he would’ve been disgusted. But pleasure shut off most of his higher functions.

 

Another twitch jostled Horace’s body with Rayne peppering kisses down his chest. He pushed his chest closer to the other’s lips. Was his chest always this sensitive or was Rayne just that skilled? Horace was sure Rayne could feel his frantic heartbeat on the tip of his lips.

 

Feeling empowered by passion, Horace’s hand ventured lower down. His fingers lightly brushed against Rayne’s chest and stomach until Horace reached Rayne’s cock. Once more he hesitated -- he could feel Rayne’s heat pulsing without even touching it -- but he steeled himself until he was able to gently stroke the tip of Rayne’s cock with the pad of his thumb. Gentle strokes of the tip turned into Horace gently gripping Rayne’s cock. He tried to think back to all the times he had gotten himself off and mimic his past motions. Up and down-- pausing at the base to give extra attention to where the shaft met the balls.

 

“Haa, I don’t think it’s possible to think of anything else but you right now Rayne.” He let out in a small puff of weak laughter. He hadn’t laughed in at least two months and now he was managing to let out a little chuckle during one of the most erotic moments of his life. This was insanity.

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Rayne could sense the tentativeness of the other, but was encouraged that Horace seemed keen to at least try. His movements were a little unskilled, but if Rayne’s guess was correct, it had been a while for Horace. He enjoyed the wet heat of their kiss. Enjoyed the hot mixing of kisses and tongue. He briefly wondered what Horace would look like with kiss swollen lips? Rayne decided he would kiss this man more during their time together!

 

As he felt the other explore he slowed and paused his own ministrations, gliding a hand up to thread and linger in Horace’s hair while the other stroked his hip. Rayne gave his body willingly. Let himself be explored willingly.

 

A dribble of precum soon spilt over the tip as that hand moved up and down and squeezed. It was rare anyone did things like this for Rayne, he knew in this moment that tonight would be a little different to most. “That feels amazing Horace.” He praised huskily, encouraging the other as he moaned and mewled softly, arching his back slightly to show off to the other.

 

Deciding to give Horace a taste of his own medicine he let that idle hand slide from flesh and find steel. A finger hooked to massage the man’s slit as his palm moved up and down the shaft, his attention mostly on the top half to begin with. “Tell me what you like baby. Tell me what you want.” He purred sultry.

 

Leaning forward he licked those nipples again. The hard nubs so sexy on this man. Reaching for the oil after a moment he covered his hands generously and returned to the man’s body. One hand gliding smoothly over that hard shaft while the other glided over his chest. He hummed in pleasure at feeling the other below his palm.

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To have Rayne hovering over him was like stepping into a wet dream -- white hair creating concealing the rest of the world and tickling Horace’s cheeks. The hand in his hair further stole Horace from reality. The hand that wasn’t working on Rayne’s cock rested itself firmly on the other’s shoulder as he began to shuffle. Within a few seconds Horace managed to throw his real leg over Rayne’s hip. His prosthetic drew closer to Rayne’s side but stayed firmly planted on the bed.

 

Something warm bloomed in Horace’s chest at Rayne’s praise. He was making Rayne -- sex ong legs Rayne-- feel good. In the past he had always brushed off praise but to hear it come from those sinful lips made Horace’s entire being tremble. He wanted to make Rayne feel even better. He wanted to be praised by Rayne more. With that thought in mind Horace collected the precum that was spilling from Rayne’s cock and used it to coat his hand and made the strokes smoother. His legs inadvertently clenched at Rayne’s moan. He had to fight off the urge to slow down and watch Rayne as he arched and moaned. He sped up his strokes instead.

 

Unaware that Rayne’s hand was making its way down his prosthetic, Horace let out a surprised gasp when Rayne made contact with his cock. His hips stuttered. Prcum oozed messily out of the tip that Rayne was playing with so teasingly. “Shit… I don’t knooww. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Please!” He would punch himself for how stupid he sounded later. Right now he just needed Rayne to keep playing with him.

 

Horace was at a complete loss at what to do; both his chest and cock were on fire.He didn’t know whether or not to fuck into Rayne’s hand or push up his chest to encourage Rayne to use his sexy mouth more. Whining, Horace opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) when he felt Rayne’s hands leave his body. In a daze he leaned up; first kissing the top of Rayne’s forehead before reaching both of Rayne’s cheeks before finally getting to Rayne’s lips. He wanted to cover all of Rayne in kisses if only to express some little fraction of what he was feeling.

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Rayne smiled at Horace’s jumbled thoughts. That was hot, a clear sign that the man was losing himself to the moment! Exactly as Rayne wanted.

 

He didn’t fight it or squirm as Horace shifted, his leg over him for now. “Just keep teasing you then? Oh, I can do that if you’re sure.” He winked, teasing the other. Rayne moved forward enough so that he could reach Horace, peppering kisses to his shoulder and neck and working his way up to those lips. “Will you kiss me again?” Rayne didn’t hide the lust or want from his tone, both genuine and needy! Then the man did kiss him! Those lips exploring his heated flesh a moment as they just enjoyed touching each other. Despite his exploring he kept one hand on Horace’s hard member, stroking the length, squeezing with his hand to tease him and bringing out a few tricks he’d learnt over the years to bring a man pleasure.

 

An oiled hand stroked down Horace’s back, stroked over his chest then moved to his arm. Rayne squeezed the man’s arm twice and rubbed up once more. An oiled path left behind, a slight glisten now upon Horace’s flesh. He could feel the scars in places under his fingers but didn’t care. He just enjoyed.

 

Eventually his hand moved to caress the man’s bottom, squeezing the globe. Maybe that massage he’d planned wasn’t going to happen now? But as long as Horace was having fun that was all that mattered!

 

He opened his mouth a little, looking with hooded eyes at Horace, expression practically begging to be fed the others cock!

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Horace inhaled sharply at Rayne’s wink. Shit, what had he gotten himself into? That sultry wink promised him erotic torture. Those sweet kisses peppering his shoulder and neck were just a precursor to whatever trick Rayne had up his sleeve. Still Horace fell victim to the trap and leaned into them without remorse.

 

Rayne’s voice. To think he could inspire such a tone from another person. Low and sultry and filled with want it sent shivers down Horace’s spine. To be wanted, to be desired, what an intoxicating sense of power and fulfillment it gave. To know that he could incite feelings within Rayne just as Rayne was doing to him was amazing. It made his heart expand and his cock twitch in the other’s hand.

 

Fuck. It felt like he was going to cum at any moment if Rayne kept doing what he was doing. The mere thought made him blush even more (which he didn’t think possible). He tried to focus on the other sensations rippling through his body. The lubricated hand on his back, his chest, and his arm. Hell he even bit his tongue once he broke free from Rayne’s heated kiss. But everything trembled under Rayne’s touches. The nerves just beneath his scarred skin leapt in confused pleasure. He yelped when he felt Rayne roughly squeeze his bottom. With a bit of difficulty he managed to sit up to get a better look at what Rayne was doing-- mouth going dry as he saw the other’s expression. As he stared, he nervously tucked a peice of hair behind his ear --eye darting away from Rayne.

 

“Wh-what are you waiting for? Do what you want.” He tried to appear nonchalant in the face of his first ever blowjob.

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Horace seemed to be losing himself to the pleasure and passion that draped over them. A delightful sensation that bubbled and begged for attention. That wouldn’t be ignored. Rayne had no intention to ignore it either.

 

The way Horace sat up, his words more forward, brought a smile to his face. He chuckled, shifting forward enough and encouraging Horace to move forward, “Do what I want? An open invitation? Yummy.” Rayne teased.

 

He popped the mushroom head into his mouth. Tongue sliding over the slit and sucking and playing with the sensitive nerve bundle. There was a taste of salt and man upon the guys member, but he wanted the nectar within! Using his curiously long and agile tongue he ran it around his hard length, cheeks hollowing as he increased the pressure on the man’s cock.

 

He ran his hands over the man’s arse again, one finger tempting fate by circling over the others tight taint.

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Whatever strength Horace managed to find in order to prop himself up immediately flew out of his body as soon as Rayne wrapped his lips around his cock. He fell back onto his back with a groan-- bouncing slightly on the over cushioned mattress. He threw his arm over his eyes. The sight was simply too much for him to bear. A part of him wanted to take back what he just said, how was he possibly gonna survive this blow job without making a fool of himself!? But he couldn’t manage to form the words in order to tell Rayne to stop. The sensations were too much. Powerful to the degree that any time Horace opened his mouth a moan fell out.

 

Blindly, Horace reached out for something to stabilize himself. He found Rayne’s shoulder and he held onto that shoulder for dear life as he curled in on himself. The constant stream of precum he could feel pouring out of his slit was going directly down Rayne’s throat and each flick of the other’s tongue sent electricity down his spine.

 

He bit his tongue again. Harder then before and focusing on that feeling for a brief moment in order to distract himself from the incredible sensation. He bit and inhaled sharply through his nose. In and out until he somehow managed to regain control. He kept that control for a few seconds, only to jolt when he felt Rayne tickle his taint. “Rayne!” Horace let out an uncontrollable gasp at the sudden sensation. Control was now a distant memory and Horace’s orgasm was sudden as it burst forth. All the pressure bursting out of him as he shot his cum into Rayne’s mouth.