Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder
Whylderholm

"You're not a sex-worker? Are you not good with sex? What do you do?" Kharlyle was talking far out of his own realm of expertise.

"Lyle, I can't help but notice he did offer to pipe-fit" Merc had no idea where he was going with this pipe-fitting thing.

"What I'm trying to ask is, what are you willing to have sex with?" Kharlyle deflected Merc's comment and asked Aleks flatly.
Carlos
Aleksandr Skagerlly
Whylderholm

"Ah, no I-I am that," He choked out. He knew he would have to swallow the remaining shards of his dignity. It wasn't hard for him, usually, but the fact that he was chained to a wall and splayed out before these men was rather humiliating. His father would've called it a humbling experience. This topic, even though it was his life, still made him squirm in his skin. Aleks' face was rather rosy.
"I will do anything that I am tasked with. Sex work isn't.. What people usually call it in my presence. Servitude. I am a servant," He paused for a moment before adding a few words under his breath, "A whore with a pretty title."
Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder
Whylderholm

"*A whore with a pretty title*" Kharlyle laughed. "Well at least you have a sense of humor" Kharlyle laughed again. "Well dignified whore, you are privy to having sex with men, no?" 

"Wait Lyle, I have a more prevalent question" Kharlyle squinted his eyes in confusion at Mercurio. "I think we have a problem, something of an attitude problem with our Skagerlly pal here"

"What exactly do you mean Merc, he seems... Fine" 

"No no no, someone seems a bit down in the dumps, a little under the weather, no?" Merc pouted his lip.

"I think he'll do fine, Merc, we can talk about this some other time" Kharlyle straightened his back. "So sex with men right?"
Carlos
Aleksandr Skagerlly
Whylderholm

He let his head hang, already ashamed of himself. The boy wasn't even sure what had led him to be bound to this wall, which drove him to further embarrassment; was he really so whorish? His rationale told him that this wasn't his fault, that he had been thrust into this position, but his brothers' voices echoed louder than his own.
*Come on, Aleks, are you too weak to stand? Or is it all the men that leave you weak?*
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he recalled the painful memories. Still, he would have to speak at some point, so he forced himself to do so.
"I have only ever done that with men. Women aren't as interested in the Skagerlly gift," He admitted, "And I feel quite fine. Thank you for your concern, but someone above me needn't be troubled about my wellbeing."
The cruel whispers at the edges of his mind continued to torment him, drawing a wince from him physically.
*Get up, Aleks!*
*Come on, you whore, don't be a bitch!*
*Swing at me! Hit me! Come on!*
Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder
Whylderholm

"The Skagerlly gift! You're a riot, guy" Kharlyle slapped his knee. "But kid, don't get too down on yourself, if this works out you'll be proud to call yourself a whore" Kharlyle licked his teeth in comical greed. "If we become partners, you get Whylder protection, there isn't a man on this Earth that could hurt you" 

"We'll have you performing shows, pleasing southern men, fitting pipes, the works!" Merc was overjoyed.

"I'll have some guards escort you to your cel- room. You'll be treated to any amenities you ask for, within reason. And hey, one more question, how much does your family mean to you?"
Carlos
Aleksandr Skagerlly
Whylderholm

Aleks raised his head somewhat, drawing a slight sound from his chains as they scraped against one another. A polite smile framed his features, but he did not feel quite so overjoyed; really, he harbored a strong distaste for these men. He assumed they were the ones to string him up against this wall, and the ones that drugged him. At least, they orchestrated it, or at the *Very* Least, they were compliant. It made him want to spit in their avaricious features. Aleksandr knew better than to directly insult them, though, and he opted to mask his already repressed feelings.
"I.. I'm not sure.. My father wouldn't be too eager to trade me off so quickly. The talking isn't my strong suit, I only do as I am instructed. You'll have to consult my superiors and masters, who won't be happy."
This was a bold lie. Truly, he wanted nothing more than to fly back into the arms of Jax, his knight and his mentor. He missed him terribly. Jax treated him like an equal... A human being. Not like a coin.
"My tie to my family is in title alone. Although I am happy to be among them, and could not wish for any more, they do not treat me well."