sticks and stones may break my bones (OTA 18+)

[stonecoldtop]

Who: George Elsworth (stonecoldtop) & anyone 18+
What: George's birthday and pumpkin hollow's first kink party
When: evening of 22nd December
Where: VAS
Warning(s): NSFW with a focus on kink, more specifics on individual prompts



Invitation and venue
A flier goes up on the community noticeboard a week in advance, advertising an adults only party for George's birthday, with more specifics to be found at VAS. The specifics being that it's a kink play party. An opportunity meet and play with like minded individuals in a semi-public environment.

On the night, there's various toys and furniture for use placed in key spots, with cleaning supplies nearby. A variety of snacks both sweet and savoury are laid out on tables by couches, and one room has been designated the 'quiet room' and has lots of cushions and soft blankets in it.

Welcome
George greets most people as they arrive, with another of VAS's staff taking over if he's otherwise occupied. He'll take newcomers on a brief tour of the space, pointing out anything of note and giving a rundown of the rules: Be respectful, use safewords, clean up after yourselves, and any questions or concerns should be brought to George himself or another member of staff, each of which is pointed out.

Once the tour is concluded, he smiles warmly adding, "And of course, please enjoy yourself. Do you have any questions?"

Birthday Beatings

(impact play and masochism)

This is the main event for George, and a tradition he's held for a good five years or so. An excuse to test his endurance and enjoy the bite of pain with each strike to his stone skin.

Typically, the arrangement is one strike per year of age, but only two people on the island actually know how old George is and he intends to keep it that way, so instead the rules are simply: Each person can hit him a maximum of 20 times, and it will continue until either everyone who wants to has had a turn or George taps out, with short breaks as necessary.

Those who were personally invited get priority, and after that anyone is welcome to have a go at him. There's a choice of implements available for use, or someone can use their own if they'd prefer, or even go without simply use their hands (though George doesn't recommend this, and the closest to an explanation he'll give is that he has "surprisingly hard skin"), and he's willing to be repositioned as desired.

(Note: this can be threaded or handwaved as desired. I'm open to both playing out the scene itself and the breaks and aftercare. If you want to handwave that a character took a turn without playing anything surrounding it, just let me know so I can keep track.)

Get Kinky
This is a mingle, get freaky with it. Just be sure to use additional warnings as necessary

Comments

[misbegottendreamer]

Get Kinky

Drelasa's not entirely sure what she's doing here.

It only felt right to attend, seeing the connection she and George share, but this is all something that is still very, very new to her. She does want to be here, she's just not sure where to begin, or what to say, or what to do. This is another step of experiencing empowerment and comfort in her own skin.

It's just a lot to take in.


Birthday Beatings [For George]

She approaches him, body language somewhat uncertain. She's foregone wearing her mask at the party, so her flutes are visibly wringing one another gently, as one would do with their hands.

"Is... is there a way I should act, muthsera? Something I should say?"

She doesn't seem to be holding anything, and she's unwrapped her hands.

[stonecoldtop]

"However you'd like," George says, he recognises the nervous fidgeting for what it is, so he's trying to be both reassuring and informative "Some people like to adopt a persona, or role-play a reason to be administering a beating, if you'd like to try that you can, otherwise simply act however you feel most comfortable. So long as you don't try to humiliate me, I'm happy. It's about the pain more than anything for me, but it should be enjoyable for you as well."

[misbegottendreamer]

“You… want it to be painful, muthsera? That is pleasant to you?”

[stonecoldtop]

"It is. It's a release of energy, and very immediate. Grounding, almost. And difficult to explain to someone who isn't also a masochist, but yes I enjoy it. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't, especially not on my birthday."

[spaghettification]

It must be noted, Siebren spends the majority of the night wearing nothing more than a pair of very tight black pants and a pair of black leather boots. The pecs, the shoulders, those tough neck muscles are all on full display here.

Soft and Hard [For George]
Siebren claimed the right to be one of the first to offer George his spankings, using a borrowed paddle. He hadn't held back at the time, knowing exactly how stony that ass is.

But now, it's one of the later breaks in the action, and Siebren's bringing George a cup of water, sitting beside him with a gentle smile. "How are you feeling at this point, love?"


Up and Down
At some point in the night, Siebren sets himself near a fainting couch.

"I'm interested in trying something. You see, my gravitational talents aren't only for floating things. Why, gravity is normally for holding things down." There's a teasing little smirk on his face, like he's daring someone to let him demonstrate.


Hither and Yon
Between these moments, before and after, Siebren can be seen gathering snacks, watching other people's public scenes, and generally enjoying the atmosphere. This is your wildcard option.

soft and hard

[stonecoldtop]

George takes the cup, carefully avoiding touching Siebren's hand in the process and ensuring there's a bit of distance between them when he sits. George's nerves are fried in the immediate comedown from a scene and he can't handle touch, that'll change once he's had a few minutes though.

He sips his water, waiting for his brain to stop drifting and process what he's been asked.

"Good. Very good. I'm going to be feeling it for a week at least. I might even have a few trophies to take home for once." He's fairly certain someone in the last set had managed to take a few chips out of his back, they were very apologetic about it but George was just impressed. "I've missed this. I wasn't sure I was going to have a party this year. I'm glad I did."

[spaghettification]

"I'm glad you did, too. It sounds to me like even though you dearly love your job, sometimes you enjoy some time on the other end of the scale?"

This might not be the time for a full conversation on the matter, but he wants to gauge where George's mind is at. For science, if nothing else, but there's plenty of 'else' to go around.

[stonecoldtop]

"Precisely so. I couldn't imagine doing anything else, but it is... draining to only ever be in control. I want to serve someone else occasionally."

After all, while a butler may have dominion over the servants, he is ultimately still one himself.

Up and Down

[theydrewfirstblood]

John is...taking a breath on one of the fainting couches. He's--blushing harder than he was a second ago, realizing how much fun he's having.

Which is one of the reasons he's taking a breath. Because he's having a good time, he wore his favorite jeans, and he's...not quite ready to advertise.

So he is actually sitting down with a plate of snacks in hand. There were previously three chocolate dipped pieces of fruit on it, and to his immense pride he's finishing the last one, licking a stray smear of chocolate off his thumb when Siebren wanders over to settle down.

Yeah, John saw him when he came in--and staring at him has been one of the main things creating his need for a break.

Flustered, off-kilter, and willing sucker that he is, John picks up the napkin under his plate, makes sure his hands are clean, and sets both aside to shift and face Siebren more fully with a curious look.

And yes: he's blushing even harder.

"Okay, I'll bite: need a volunteer from the audience?"

[spaghettification]

"I was hoping to find one. Here's my thought--I hold you down to the couch and do whatever I want with you. And you can't stop me or get away. Short of using your safeword, of course."

Siebren lifts an eyebrow, a dare written in his silver eyes. "Care to try it?"

Hither and Yon

[misbegottendreamer]

“John told me you’ve got those shoulders on display,” she hums, drawing close after a while of indecision.

“I am inexperienced in the more, ah, adventurous tastes here, but with you, I feel brave enough to try anything, kena, and I’m curious to know if there’s anything you think you might enjoy that I could try my hand at.”

[spaghettification]

He leans in to murmur softly, for her ears alone. "Wrap me in your flutes and put me on display. Tease me, play with me. I am your humble servant, right now, lovely maiden."

John Rambo - Get Kinky

[theydrewfirstblood]

When John sees the flier--and the location--he understands the meaning of 'adults only,' and yet...

He grew up in a small Southwestern town on a horse ranch and was drafted into the military really damn young, okay?

John's a little...'uneducated,' but not totally naive. He ventured across the border once or twice during the war, he got talked into visiting at least one brothel. The war--it messed with what little pleasure he found, at least in his memory. Still, he knows there's stuff out there. Maybe he doesn't know all the names and flavors, maybe he doesn't know how much, but he's well aware of just how much there is to learn.

He also likes George, trusts him--so he goes.

Truthfully, the kind of fear and apprehension he feels about the whole thing is, well, a really nice kind of ordinary. What to wear, how to act, what to do with himself--less fear and more nerves, less apprehensive and more unsure. There's a new sort of thrill under all of it...

...and John's a little surprised to discover he likes it.

When he gets there, he's settled on pretty basic dress: his favorite custom tailored jeans (the ones that fit like jeans from home, and according to at least his partners make his ass look great) and a sleeveless undershirt. He's not quite prepared to go topless, despite seeing a lot of skin, but it's mostly his scars stopping him.

Want to play with John? Try to get him to eat? Just say hi? Step on up--please, God, give him something to do besides be incredibly awkward and blushy.

[misbegottendreamer]

Well, he’s not the only one feeling blushy.

Drelasa Veloth certainly doesn’t mind being here. She rather likes George and she’s eager to explore, but b’Vehk, if she isn’t as shy as can be. Well, alright, that’s not entirely true. She’s chosen to forego her mask, as a step towards being more comfortable about her body.

She approaches him, an island of familiarity in a sea of new and somewhat overwhelming experiences.

“John! It’s good to see you.”

[theydrewfirstblood]

John turns at the sound of his name, and grins when he recognizes her. Yes, there's incredible relief in that smile because of Reasons(TM).

"Hey, Dre." he replies, moving towards her to reach for her hand, giving it a quick, but fond kiss of greeting before releasing her. "Good to see a familiar face--that isn't our guy."

Also said with a smile--and a telling darkness to his eyes when he catches sight of him, again, and his cheeks get even pinker.

"Is it just me, or is he being exceptionally good looking tonight on purpose?" he only half teases. "Because...damn."

[stonecoldtop]

George is keeping a casual eye on everyone, especially those who look like they're out of their depth, so a while into the evening he approaches John with a warm smile on his face.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

Normally never seen out of a full three-piece suit, George is currently clad only in a long silk dressing gown tied tightly at his waist.

[theydrewfirstblood]

John is attempting a drink when George wanders over—and he’s actually doing pretty well so far. Better when the familiar face makes him smile.

He doesn’t even think about it when he takes a sip before offering George a warm handshake.

“I, uh…I am.” He replies, blushing despite his frank honesty. “This is all really damn new, but…yeah. It’s great…happy birthday, by the way.”

Reaching into his pocket, John pulls out a small packet wrapped in a scrap of deer hide. Inside is a simple pendant: a feather carved from bone hanging from a leather cord.

“I, uh—I didn’t see anything about gifts, but I do this kinda stuff for myself, too. Making things, working with my hands…it’s soothing. If gifts make you feel weird or anything.”

Hawkeye | OTA

[notinflictthem]

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany

Hawk gets an invite from George, and the tone of it definitely sounds like the sort of thing that Hawk couldn't say no to attending. Now, Hawk gets the rough idea of it pretty quickly- much harder to get that sort of material in Korea, since most of it had to come through Tokyo and the mainland had a strict enough ban on pornography that he would have had to dig a bit deeper than he'd like. But even lacking direct experience in more extreme play, he sort of gets the idea.

To George's prone form, he takes a flogger and gives him a light tap on the backside. This is solely because he's being a shit and trying to goad a response from George.

That's why I'm in such exquisite agony

One thing catches Hawk's eye out of the room, and that's... weirdly, boot-care equipment off to the side with a stool. Hawk hasn't been keeping his shoes army polished here, if anything he's relieved to not have to do it, but he does catch a small whiff of the conditioner and polish as he kneels down to examine them and...

Jokingly, he notes to anyone nearby-

"I think our host forgot to clean up before we arrived," tapping one of the tins with his finger. Someone teach him the joys of leather care?

heart as hard as stone

[stonecoldtop]

Going from Siebren paddling him as hard as he could to Hawkeye's measly tap is... No actually it's exactly what George expected.

This is what he gets for personally inviting a brat.

With a performative sigh he asks "Is that the best you can do?"

[notinflictthem]

"Oh yeah," Hawk rolls his shoulder performatively, resting his other hand on the small of George's back, "I've got this old football injury that plays up sometimes. I try not to worry my friends with it."

He trails the flogger across the span of George's backside, asking-

"You want to give me some pointers on my technique, coach?"

Exquisite Agony

[spaghettification]

Siebren strolls over in his leather boots. Just shy of knee-high. It's not normally his habit, wearing shoes (or walking, if we're honest), but this is a night for challenging the boundaries of one's comfort zone. Besides, he's already seeing the picture.

One foot moves to the top of the stool, not quite stomping, but ensuring the sound is audible.

"Oh, boy? How much for a shoeshine?" His voice is low, velvety, the words almost purred out.

[notinflictthem]

In the worst cockney accent known to mankind-

"Prices 'ave gone up to three bob, mistah, on account of me being th' man of the 'ouse now and 'aving to take care of me three sistahs."

He has backstory for the role he's playing here.

Still, these boots are pretty nice, and he makes some preliminary motion of checking them over with his hands- he's very tactile, feeling the softness of good leather. And the smell, too, like they haven't been quite able to cure all the animal out of it.

He starts at the beginning, lathering up soap to clean any of the dirt off.

"Any plans for the weekend?" he intones in his best hairdresser impersonation.

Edgar & Music | OTA | (We're Up All Night To) Get Kinky

[hate_gettin_older]

When a pretty girl asks you to be her escort to a party, you need a really good reason to say no. The kind of party isn't anything like a reason not to go -- if anything it's the opposite, reminding him of the year or two he spent at the fairy castle, an extra draw.

But it's at the brothel, and he as much as told the hostess he wouldn't be back while Osborne was welcome there. Except ... the idea of explaining that to Music makes him want to squirm, for a bunch of different reasons, and before he's really reasoned it out to himself he says yes.

So here they are, Edgar dressed casually but well in some of the newest clothes he's ever owned: black jeans, dark leather boots, and a cashmere sweater in a pattern of jewel-bright greens and golds. The sweater may come off later into the evening, but as much fun as it may be to swan around a party with next to nothing on, it's cold out there right now. (Though you couldn't prove it by Music's outfit: she's in pants and a button-down shirt that's currently more of an unbutton-down shirt, halfway open with what he's pretty sure is nothing underneath.)

"You know what this reminds me of?" he asks her, surveying the interior of the party. "The carnival that used to come by the fairy castle sometimes. I told you about the fairy castle, right?"

[Two players, two characters, feel free to tag either or both! No specific prompts, surprise me or hit me up on discord with plans.]

We're Up All Night To Get Some

[battlebyballad]

Music enters the party on Edgar's arm. The fliers had intrigued her, and she knew a cute boy she'd love an excuse to see more of. All of him, if she could help it. She was a little disappointed he wasn't more flustered by her invitation, but he did say yes, and he did offer to lead the way since she'd never bothered to learn where the brothel actually was (she'd found nearly all brothels she'd visited to be enjoyable places, but she valued a sense of spontaneity typically absent of such places).

"You told me of it, I believe, but be assured you'd have to tell a great deal more to satisfy my curiosity on the place, especially if you're reminded of it by a place like this." Her hands leave his arm just long enough for her to circle in front of him, then find themselves around Edgar's shoulders. "Now that we're here, though, do you want to go ahead and mingle, or would you like a more private dance first?"

[hate_gettin_older]

He grins down at her -- not very far down, he's only a couple of inches taller -- and slides his own hands around her waist. "I could do either one. Where'd you have in mind for a private dance?"