Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room
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				Title: <strong>Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 15:31:33</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://bp1.blogger.com/_Awm5G9lYFK4/R5Um9UzpsXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7ulf-TiIUQo/s320/locker+room.bmp)(http://www.planetfitness.com/clubs/10621/photos/LockerRoomShowers.jpg)</div><div align="center">Featuring hand-crafted wooden lockers, personal showers, massage tables, sinks, mirrors, and all supplies provided for showering or freshening up.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 12:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div>(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br><br>He had come to work early that day. On his way in he had only bowed his head lightly to Eduardo and murmured a soft 'Sir' as a greeting, not really expecting to be looked at and greeted back. He was a servant in the house - lowest step of the hierarchy of the bathhouse, but he was used to it. It had been nearly five years since he started working here, so it wasn't strange to him anymore that he would be talked to by the manager only if the man had any instructions for him. But today was quiet in the early evening. Jayson had heard that they were going to get a new employee and he was quite curious about the guy as some of the other people that had already seen him had commented that he was a delicious piece of meat. Not that he cared how his co-workers looked like, or their clients for that matter, but it was always nice to have a bit of eye candy walking around.<br><br>But today no one was in the bathhouse as Jayson walked in - nearly an hour before any of their clients would normally arrive. He took that time for a long shower, the dumb heater in his small apartment having broken again. If he did care for one thing it was his personal hygiene - he would never start work without a shower, and he would never leave without one. He even sometimes took showers in between sessions, especially if they were with different members of the bathhouse, but most times those included the clients themselves as it was always a nice foreplay to start with a shower, getting all hot and wet...<br><br>A soft sigh escaped Jayson's lips as he washed the shampoo away from his curly locks of hair. It was hard to believe just how much he had grown to love this job. Outsiders might have thought of it as him being a whore, but it was nothing like this. He was a servant. He helped people be what they couldn't be outside of this bathhouse, do what they couldn't do, receive what they couldn't receive at any other place. It was an honor to work here, or at least he believed so.&nbsp; He looked at the delicate silver bracelet that he was wearing on his right wrist, signifying that he was an employee of the bathhouse. He had chosen silver as it looked a lot better than the golden one, in his opinion, and he did love that piece of jewelry so much that he wore it even outside of the bathhouse.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned the knobs of the shower, stopping the water before he stepped out of it and made his way to the locker that had been assigned to him. He took a towel and dried himself before putting all of his other clothes and belongings inside the locker. He combed his hair, though it went up in messy curls right away. He got some more time before any of the members were going to come in, but he wanted to be prepared, so he took the loincloth that he so often wore at the beginning of the evenings, only to lose it as soon as any of their clients picked him. And with that he continued his preparations for the evening - a subtle scent in his skin, some lips balsam to make his lips soft and appealing, arranging the curls on his head and then checking himself out in the mirror. He looked well tonight, he thought. He had let some hair grow over him - not only on his cheeks, but also his groin, a small trail from his navel down to behind the almost transparent loincloth. He was a bit insecure about it as he had always come to the bathhouse perfectly shaved, soft and clean, but he thought that a bit of change might be liked by the customers, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 13:33:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent left the lobby (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163926.0) and made his way into the locker room. He had already dressed largely as he intended to within the bathhouse unless he went swimming, but he wanted to stow his bag with all of its supplies away within one of the lockers. <br><br>He chose a different locker from the one Isaac had always used and slipped his wallet and phone out of his pockets and into the gym bag he'd carried in. He didn't plan on going swimming yet, so left his watch and necklace on and he kept his towel inside the bag. <br><br>He didn't know exactly what he was doing here. Maybe just walking through the doors to prove to himself that he could. Prove that he could come into the bathhouse without Isaac. <br><br>Well, he'd done it. What now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 18:46:16</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div> Jayson was just twirling a lock of hair around his finger, trying to make the curl stay backwards behind his ear - now that his hair was wet it was easier to put his hair into some sort of order. But when he heard someone walking into the locker rooms he hurried to finish up his hair before he headed back to the lockers area of the room. He peeked into the room first, wanting to know whether it was an employee or a guest before he walked in - he needed to know so that he would know how to act. He saw Trent - a young man that had come here for years with his master. He had heard that Isaac had passed away and left everything that he had had to Trent - he had guessed that it had been just wild rumors, but seeing the guest, now obviously a member here, he figured out that it must have been true.<br><br><em>'So different...'</em> He thought as he remembered about his old master who had treated him worse than trash. Isaac and Trent had been one of the couples around here that had shown him just how wrong the way Jared had treated him had been. It had made him a bit jealous at times back at the first few times that he saw those two - jealous that he hadn't had anything close to their relationship, but he had grown up, he had matured and he knew better to be jealous of the people that gave him work...<br><br>And he really couldn't be jealous of poor Trent now - he must have been heartbroken. He knew he would have been. He stepped into the locker room and bowed his head lightly, his right hand - the one with the bracelet on, folded in front of him so that it could be seen - it had been one of his ways to show the guests that he was a servant. "Master Trent, welcome back to the bathhouse. Please accept my sincere condolences..." He murmured softly, his eyes looking down, though true sadness could be seen in his blue-grey-ish orbs. "If I can do anything for you, please let me know."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 19:10:37</strong>
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				<div align="center">* Riorden (http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_4.jpg) * Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *</div><br>The locker rooms weren't physically separated for employees and members, only that the employees used the lockers farthest away from the doors and showers. Each step across the room made him feel odd, surreal. Was he really going to go through with this? All he had to do was think of one year old Kieran and three year old Keelan and his resolve was set.<br><br>He smiled once again at Trent as he passed the man, acknowledging him with a nod. The blue eyed man didn't leer, not that the club member was undressing to have any skin to leer at. He felt it strange that the man could choose to stay in street cloths but he didn't know or understand how the rich folk lived. There was another man a fellow employee given given the silver bracelet on his wrist and 'appetizing' clothing. Since the man had addressed Trent, Riorden kept going as to not interrupt. <br><br>Once he reached his assigned locker, he set his guitar case gently down on the bench and then his bag of other instruments on top of that. The one thing that Riorden didn't feel the need to worry about is what others thought about his looks. He ate right and exercised and women were always seeking him out. Everyone else had the same tools he did so he took off his shoes and socks and put them in the bottom of his locker. His shirt came next and was folded neatly so it would look good when he put it on to leave. He folded his slacks to they would keep the iron crease. A silver chain went on his left wrist so that it wouldn't accidentally get tangled in his strings and a towel like wrap went around his hips and velcroed shut. There wasn't much cloth to consider what he wore even a skirt. The length barely cover the cheeks of his ass and the side with the split didn't close showing nearly his entire right side. There was a light dusting of hair over his pecs and then around his belly button trailing downward to disappear under the cloth. His stomach had a faint sign of a six pack that only needed a bit more work to be perfect. <br><br>After undressing and dressing himself, he took his guitar from it's case and put that in his locker before shutting it. He was in no hurry to get to his place in the communal bath halls, after all he was early. He just needed a little more time to feel like he wasn't in a dream that turn into something that he potentially wasn't ready for.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 19:24:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent recognized the employee who walked up, a lot of the staff had remained nameless to him and particularly those who only remained in the short term. He thought Jayson must have been working at the bathhouse for as long as Trent had been attending as Isaac's guest. This was the first time they'd ever really spoken though.<br><br>He was amazed already at how much the staff's reactions to him had changed since becoming a member. Hearing his name, rather than just 'boy' was a change and... master Trent? It felt good, but also more than a little strange. <br><br>Then he almost started crying when Jayson offered his condolences on the death of his lover, it was the first time he'd heard those words. Isaac's lawyer had never said it, but then Trent thought the lawyer felt that his client's street-trash boyfriend should be glad to receive his amazing inheritance. As though that had ever been what he wanted. No one else ever really knew the couple. He'd thought no one would ever understand that he'd truly loved Isaac.<br><br>Overwhelmed by the emotional moment, Trent stepped forwards and wrapped his arms around Jayson in a hug.<br>"Thankyou" he said quietly into Jayson's ear. With all of the fortitude that Isaac had teached him, he refused to let himself cry onto Jayson's shoulder. His eyes were a little wet still when he pulled away from the hug and he&nbsp; wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. "Thankyou for understanding."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 19:46:04</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br>For a few moments Jayson pondered whether it had been the right choice to come to Trent and speak to him. In the past five years he had come across all sorts of members and guests - shy ones who did prefer to be spoken to first, or all-too-mighty who thought they were above all the servants and didn't even want to be looked at by those, let alone spoken to. He had even once got punished for daring to greet a member who had asked to never be bothered by the servants. But that had been a while back. And with Trent here he did think that the younger man would appreciate, and actually needed, someone to talk to him. He knew it was a huge transition from a slave to a master, but... well... he was sure that Trent would be able to do it a lot more easily than he had...<br><br>And in this brief few moments of silence between them, another man walked past by them. He had never seen him, but Jayson had a rather good guess that this must have been the new guy - otherwise why would he carry a guitar into the bathhouse? And the rest of the employees had been right - he was an eye candy. A delicious eye candy. He was definitely going to get a lot of the attention from the older members who often came without guests. He did envy him a bit about that, but Jayson himself wasn't all too bad, right? He could still get attention, right?<br><br>He looked back at Trent and a small gasp escaped his soft lips when he saw the tears forming in the young man's eyes. And another gasp escaped his lungs when he was hugged. He stood there frozen for a moment before he relaxed and with a soft sigh embraced the new master. His body was still all warm and soft from his earlier shower, so he did hope that this hug was going to bring a bit of soothe to his pain. He looked at him when the hug was broken, a sweet small smile on his lips as he bowed his head again.&nbsp; "You don't have to thank me, Master Trent... I'm here to serve you." He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head once again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 20:09:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in slowly and deeply and let the breathe out releasing the tension and stress as he did. After a moment he opened his eyes, still bright and a touch wet around the edges from his earlier tears but no longer crying. He smiled up at Jayson, meeting his eyes.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I still want to thank you anyway." His smile, originally soft and a little pained turned into more of a playful grin as he mustered up his courage to say "I insist."<br><br>His first attempt at being dominant, insisting upon thanking a servant for some kind words was not perhaps the most ambitious of goals. For him though it was overcoming years of habit. If he was told not to say thank you, even with the most subtle or gentle rebuke, then he'd been trained to accept it. <br><br>He felt motivated to try pushing himself a bit further and leaned forwards again, this time kissing Jayson on the cheek, saying "Thankyou" again. Then he laughed slightly, a bit giddy with the strange feeling of being allowed to set the rules himself, but also laughing at the feel of the man's stubble against his lips. <br><br>"You grew your hair. I like it." he said, looking down and admiring the slight trail of hair that ran down to the very revealing garment that Jayson wore. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 20:30:29</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br>He sighed softly when he saw the other's smile touch his lips - it was a sincere one, maybe the first smile that had appeared on Trent's handsome face in a while, he guessed. He felt how happiness and pride swept through him as he thought that thanks to him the bathhouse client had felt a bit better. And the evening was still so young! He definitely wanted to make Trent happy for a few hours, forget about his pain, or maybe just be there for him, listen to him if that was what the man wanted. It hadn't been unheard of a client to come to the bathhouse just to relax, talk, seek companionship, or even some quite time. It wasn't always about the sex, the perversion, lust, pain and pleasure... Just as Jayson had always said - the bathhouse was a lot more than a simple whore house...<br><br>And then it was his turn to smile when the other insisted on thanking him, and then leaned in to kiss his cheek. As much as Jayson loved pain and the more cruel members of the bathhouse, he always had a soft spot for the nicer guys as well. Maybe it was because he had never really experienced true love and affection, so at some level he craved those, but... yeah... That sweet innocent kiss definitely made his smile a bit brighter.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A soft blush covered Jayson's cheeks when the other mentioned that he had grown his hair and that he liked it. A hand moved up to touch his cheeks as if to make sure that his facial hair was still there, carefully trimmed and taken care of, though a moment later his eyes followed Trent's gaze down to his groin and his blush got a bit darker. "Thank you, Master Trent... I wanted to change a bit... and I'm happy that you like it... I was nervous about it, but hearing you say you like it, means a lot to me - you do seem like a guy with a great taste." He bowed his head a little once again, still smiling. He hesitated for a moment but then reached out and took the other's hand, holding it lightly, so that if Trent didn't like the physical contact he could just pull away. "Will you be staying tonight, Master Trent? If yes, can I offer you anything? A massage? Or a bath? Or if you like something to drink?" He spoke softly, thinking that it would be great if he got an early start tonight - if he managed to satisfy his client for the entire night, he might get some extra tips. Though seeing as the other was still wearing his clothes, he was not so sure whether he had any intentions on staying...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 21:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent felt Jayson's soft hand gently touch his, revealing just how much his hands were trembling. Trent was feeling so nervous that he felt a little sick, his hand was shaking and he bit his lip. All the choices Jayson was offering seemed so overwhelming. He hadn't expected this, he'd made it through college and work just fine making all sorts of choices for himself all the time. Being here in the bathhouse it felt different though, particularly when he was feeling attracted to Jayson and aroused by the sight of his firm body in the little servant's skirt.<br><br>Part of him felt as though he were being unfaithful to Isaac, which was insane but he couldn't help himself. He was scared that if he stood here much longer, holding onto Jayson's hand he'd find himself falling in love with him. He hadn't ever learned how to give half his heart to someone and worried that he was standing on the edge of a precipice.&nbsp; <br><br>He gave Jayson's hand a gentle squeeze and then withdrew his hand. <br>"I'm sorry. I can't do this. Not now." he looked up at Jayson, "Is there a dark, quiet room somewhere I can just lie down for a minute? I want to be alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 21:36:11</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br>Jayson's heart dropped as the other man withdrew his hand and asked for a quiet room where he could be alone. And truth to be told it wasn't just for the missed chance of earning some extra tips tonight, but also because he had honestly wanted to be a companion for the new member of the bathhouse. But... he understood... Or at least partially he understood. Even if his own experience with an out-of-the-bathhouse master had been far from what Isaac and Trent had had, it had still been so hard to move on after it had been over. Even today - so many years later, he would still feel sometimes a bit nervous when submitting to someone...<br><br>"Of course, Master Trent... as you wish." He bowed his head and waved a hand graciously to lead the other man to the far end of the locker room that led to a hallway with lots of doors , each leading to different rooms - most of them meant for relaxation, meditation, massages, and... well... other sorts of relaxation. But yeah, each one of them was quiet, dark and just the perfect place to hide and relax. He opened the third door on the left and nodded to Trent to get inside. He hurried after him, quickly dimming the lights, lighting a few scented candles and adjusting the stereo to soft music that was hardly audible. He took out a glass and a few drinks - among which some expensive whiskey, wine, soda and even cold tea. "Feel at home, Master Trent. If you need anything, just ring the bell and an available servant would come to you right away." He waved his hand at the button that was resting near the huge leather couch. "If you seek my companionship later, ask for Jayson, sir. I will be happy to see you again." He bowed his head, offered a small smile and left his guest alone.<br><br>Once in the hallway a heavy sigh escaped Jayson's lips. He felt so bad for Trent, but he guessed that he couldn't do anything for him until the other was ready to ask for it. He headed back to the locker rooms, guessing that it was about time the members of the bathhouse to start arriving for a night full of excitement, lust and pleasure. Hopefully he was going to manage to find someone who would like to have him for the evening - he did need that extra cash to fix the damn heater back at home...<br><br><hr><div class="floatright"><em><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">...<strong>is currently back at the locker rooms alone...</strong></span></em></div><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 13:40:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>As Trent lay in the room listening to the soft music in the dark room, his panic attack started to slowly ease. He had suffered from debilitating attacks after the funeral and they had come and gone for over a month. Each time he was faced with a decision, it reminded him how alone he was now, forced to motivate himself without encouragement, advise or orders from Isaac. He had stood one time in front of the fridge, trying to choose between which of two cartons of milk to open until it had brought him to tears.<br><br>He'd searched long and hard for a psychologist who was experienced with D/s relationships and it had taken him time to work through the issues, but he'd thought he'd managed it. For the last month he hadn't had a single panic attack, though that was partly through the help of some pills he'd been taking. He hadn't realized though how tied up the issues were with his sexual identity. Coming back here, he was faced with more than he could handle and the panic attacks had recurred. <br><br>Still, he wasn't going to run from this. He had to find a way to face these problems and overcome them, like he had with the old issues. Lying there in the dark, he realized that he had been going about this wrong. Trying to pretend he was a completely different person, acting like he had changed overnight and not even acknowledging his old scars. <br><br>He waited until his breathing was back under control and the sick feeling gone from his stomach, then he sipped on the green tea. Now calmer he didn't feel confronted by the variety of drinks to choose from. Isaac had always forbid him from taking alcohol or any recreational drugs, and although coming back here he had been tempted to demonstrate his independence by drinking, he realized that beyond a rebellious urge he didn't actually want to be drunk. This was an important moment in his life and he wanted to be stone cold sober for it.<br><br>Trent washed his face in a small basin in the room, then gently toweled it dry trying to clean away the evidence of his earlier tears. He would have to find another approach, but he would make it through this experience. He needed to make at least one more try of it before he went home. Feeling thus encouraged, he opened the door and went back through to the locker room. Maybe he'd take a swim, that sounded relaxing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 13:57:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/KaneAndreas.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7618618#msg7618618)</div>The changes were minimal, updated lighting and polished tiles and mirrors, a few of the decorations were different, along the same taste, but measuring a different tempo if such a thing was possible. Then again, he didn't very well expect the place to have been too much the same, nor did he expect it to have been switched on it's head. Places like this remained constant in spirit, it was the veneer that changed, it would change here and there, touches here and there, but the essence of the place would be the same. It was still opulent in here, but it was more subdued, meant to be luxurious in tone rather than awe inspiring. He would give Eduardo that much credit, he knew how to evince a tone to a room, to a place in general.<br><br>He, at first, paid little attention to the two having a discussion off to the side, moving past in the direction of the showers. It wasn't a long shower, he needed only to wash the imaginary layer of dirt from him before he was content to leave the warmth of the shower. It was habit really, a ritual to cleanse himself for the briefest of moments of the 'taint' of the outside world. He could get out there what he could get in here, hell if he wanted, he could get his own private supply of entertainment for whatever home or penthouse that he wanted. It wouldn't be the same though, and here, here he had a chance to sink into the warmth and pleasure without having to run half the city on his own. The idiots wouldn't burn down the supports of his little kingdom, not with the 'generals' he kept in line, at least they weren't wholly incompetent.<br><br>Strolling out, towel wrapped low on his waist, he moved back into the main room. Glancing off to the side, he now paid attention to the two whom had been speaking before. The one was a worker he recognized, having worked at the place for a handful of years, he was recognizable enough. The other gave him pause, he was familiar and yet not a employee, a member of sorts and he didn't recognize him. It took a moment before he gained the flash of insight, remembering him, or more like remembering the man whom had been his master and caregiver. <br><br>"Trent," he spoke the name aloud, the name bubbling up in his mind from the recesses. That's right, Trent and his master had died quite recently, an event that he himself had missed despite having a fondness for the man. Then again, he had been otherwise busy, and he wasn't the type to break off important business for a man he had merely been fond of on a purely acquaintance basis.<br><br>"My condolences on your loss, he was a good man as I'm sure you have cruelly heard repeated," glancing in the direction of the employee, Jayson he believed his name was, not that it truly mattered in the end, "fetch me some Scotch, on the rocks, the good vintage at that." With that his attention was back to Trent, "you chose to return back to this place then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 14:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent returned to the room and found Jayson again quickly enough, he had just approached planning on talking a little more about what had happened. Before he could begin, another figure approached the two of them and spoke his name. Trent turned, instantly attentive, another habit that seemed hard to break. When his mind caught up a split second behind his instincts he consciously forced himself to relax into a more casual pose. <br><br>He recognized the man who approached, at least by name. He'd thought Kane had perhaps been close to Isaac, at least within the bathhouse. He had never visited them at home, but Kane had always seemed willing to sit and talk with Isaac for a long time. Usually Trent sat nearby when Isaac had a conversation, sitting by Isaac's feet and waiting in case he needed or wanted anything. For some reason though it had been different with Kane, and their conversations had always been private excluding the much younger man from their conferences. Naturally Trent had never questioned this or asked about it. He'd just gone off with whatever staff member Isaac had found to babysit him, usually getting treated to a massage or jacuzzi on Isaac's orders while he waited.<br><br>Without a moment's hesitation Kane had dismissed Jayson to fetch him a drink. Trent had wanted to finish his conversation with the servant, but certainly couldn't muster up enough courage to contradict Kane's effortlessly commanding tone. He'd find Jayson again later, certainly if he were still here when the servant came back with Kane's drink order. In fact, he thought, he could make sure of it. He tried once more to exercise a commanding attitude as he said,<br><br>"Jayson, could you bring me a fruit juice as well please."<br><br>Okay, maybe it wasn't quite commanding he thought on reflection, but there was no need to be impolite when ordering a drink. <br><br>He focused back on Kane, trying to answer his question without drowning the man in his catalogue of worries, fears and feelings on the matter.<br>"Thankyou. It's been good coming back here to realize that there were other people who knew he existed. Yes, I chose to come back. Isaac bought me a lifetime membership, left to me in his will. He liked it here and this place was important to him. I don't want to abandon it now that I've lost him. Besides, it's interesting to see things from the other side."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GothicFires</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 16:17:22</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Riorden</span></span> * Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_1.jpg)</div>A few moments to build up his nerve wasn't really working. The strangeness he felt being in an all male club where he might be expected to interact with those men on a physical level wasn't going to change. It wasn't that the idea repulsed him, on the contrary he found every man whom he had seen thus far to be very attractive. But his attraction to men was something he never allowed himself to think about, now with two young children depending upon him for food, shelter and love, it was a pressure that was frightening. However he couldn't hide all day, nor was it in his nature to. More customers were arriving and it didn't sit well with his work ethic not to be ready. <br><br>Feeling out of place and being nearly naked did not add to his comfort. That was, after all, the biggest nightmare of most people. However his attempt to introduce himself to the other employee of the Bath did not appear to be working out at this time as the man he now knew to be Jayson was asked to bring the two gentlemen drinks. Riorden picked up his gear and finally gathered the courage to head to the Communal Bath Hall (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163927.0).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 16:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/KaneAndreas.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7618618#msg7618618)</div>He gave the other man a cursory glance over, detecting discomfort and other emotions. He was still getting past being under one's control, while probably still craving that control for some sort of safety net. Mourning was probably still in his cards too, he had rather been attached to Isaac from last he could tell. He hadn't shown the boy much attention back when he was with Isaac, but that was how it worked. He had been Isaac's little pet, admittedly a well taken care of one, which was the rule of thumb if you had any dignity, so it wasn't up to Kane to watch over the boy. Now he seemed to be adjusting, rather haphazardly, with his new found freedom and not knowing what to do with it.<br><br>"Well," he began, attention returning to Trent's face, "Isaac did spend a fair amount of time here, so any other regular is going to have at least been a little acquainted, and he was fairly well liked around here, if only because of his fair treatment of those whom were his charges." Chuckling he moved to wear he had dropped his bag as carelessly as he had, rummaging around to find his sauna towel, he hadn't decided if the pool was where he wanted to go, but he did know that a bit of time in the sauna would do him well.&nbsp; <br><br>Removing the towel he had used from the shower from his waist and draping it over the bench he resumed talking as he drug out the towel for the sauna, "adjustment is expected, and if Isaac managed to instill anything in you, you'll learn in time. For now, relax and enjoy yourself, otherwise you'll force the poor bugger to come back and kick your ass for not enjoying this place that others would kill to be a part of." He smiled to himself as he wrapped the towel around himself, "or he would at least have a few choice phrases about it anyways."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 17:03:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>Trent's smile was broad and genuine as Kane spoke about Isaac. It was good to reminisce with people who remembered his old master fondly. As they spoke he opened his locker back up and fetched his towel and a pair of board shorts. He would follow Kane's good advice and try to enjoy himself, he decided he would go swimming after all. <br><br>He began stripping out of his clothes, with no hesitation about doing so in front of Kane. He continued speaking with the older man as he got changed into his long board shorts ready for swimming.<br>"You're right. He would want me to make the most of my chances." <br><br>He considered briefly removing the strap watch from around his wrist, it wasn't meant to go underwater he thought, but he didn't feel ready to take it off. He decided to keep it on, after all he had no need to know the time. He was only wearing it because the pressure around his wrist made him more comfortable. If it was ruined by the water it would hardly matter. Going by the same logic he kept the knotted leather necklace around his neck as well.<br><br>"I'm going to go for a swim for a little while, but at some point I wouldn't mind having a longer conversation with you. Sometime when it's convenient of course, there's no rush. Isaac didn't talk about you much, but he always said that he trusted your judgement. I'd like to get to know you a little better."<br><br>He threw his towel over his shoulder, placed his clothes and bag neatly away in the locker and got ready to make his way toward the pool.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 17:20:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/KaneAndreas.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7618618#msg7618618)</div>The change was almost immediate, as if whatever had said had tripped a switch in the kid's mind. All at once his mood had shifted and he was changing in a hurry, barely giving Kane a chance to appreciate his naked body. In here, you seen everyone naked at least once for the most part, but then again, back when he'd seen Trent frequently, he wasn't his toy to play with, and thus he wouldn't give it much attention. He had to give Isaac some credit, the old bugger had some good taste in men at least.<br><br>He laughed, a low not entirely unpleasant sound, "people in general don't tend to talk about me much, though good to know my judgement was held to such an esteem." Judgement that was, not morals or ethics, he would bet half his estate that Isaac would have known better than to trust either of those things in Kane. Isaac was many things, but utterly foolish was not one of those things.<br><br>"I'll be around, I'm going to bask in the sauna for a bit and then who knows? I haven't been here in ages and mean to make a day of it, I'm sure you'll see me around. And unless it's time for a massage, feel free to interrupt, only the massages are off limits from interruption for my day." Chuckling he moved around Trent towards the Sauna, "and see if Jayson can help with that enjoyment and relaxation any, he seems rather willing."<br><br>With that he disappeared down the hall towards the Sauna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 17:22:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/61671489/Colton+Ford+colton+png2.png)</div>The door to the sauna slowly opened to reveal the older man, a white towel wrapped neatly around his waist.&nbsp; He'd come early to enjoy himself before using the rest of the day to work on personal projects, but he didn't plan on having so many newcomers arrive at once.&nbsp; He could see Trent, the former slave of one of his longest running members who was now, unfortunately, deceased.&nbsp; Kane stood next to him, obviously engaging each other in conversation.&nbsp; That was an interesting site.<br><br>Alex stepped from the warm interior of the sauna to the cool air of the locker room.&nbsp; He walked up just next to the two, regarding them both with an oddly professional glance.&nbsp; "I trust you are both enjoying yourselves so far?"&nbsp; He said before opening a locker of his own to pull out a dry towel.&nbsp; His eyes looked to Kane specifically, giving him a once over.&nbsp; He then looked to Trent and smiled.&nbsp; "It is good to see you still here," he mused and then walked off in the direction of the communal bath hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caehlim</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 17:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp340/daggeroflath/tumblr_mfjn49GNI41rkqayvo1_500_zpsfe937118.jpg)</div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Trent</span></div><hr><br>An attractive older man came into the room as well, Trent thought he recognized him as someone very important amongst the staff. He had never known Alex's position within the bathhouse, but he knew that Isaac had always shown him a lot of respect on the rare occasions that they had met. <br><br>He nodded to each of them as they left the room while he was still finishing arranging his things neatly in his locker. Left alone in the room for a moment, Trent laughed as he realized why he'd hesitated before making the decision to go for that swim. He'd been waiting for permission to enjoy himself and he saw that he'd taken Kane's casual comments and chit-chat as the permission he was seeking.<br><br>He shook his head, wondering whether he would ever get used to being his own man. <br>"Not with that attitude you won't" he could imagine Isaac's voice saying in his head. Kane had been right about at least one thing, Isaac may have been full of compassionate understanding but he still wasn't afraid to give someone a shove when they needed one. <br><br>Well, apparently from Kane's departure Jayson would come find them with the drinks if they weren't here. Trent left towards the communal bath hall (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163927.0).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 19:47:45</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br>Jayson looked around for a moment once he had left Trent in the relaxation room, not sure what he could do now other than wait someone else to walk in the locker rooms. He wondered whether he would see Trent again, busying himself for the time being with putting away wet towels and arranging the dry ones along the benches so that any could grab a towel at any time. It hadn't been even what? ten minutes? when he heard someone's footsteps and he turned to look at the person who was approaching, smiling brightly when he saw that it was Trent. Maybe he had just needed a few minutes on his own to calm down. He did remember how freaked out he had been once he had been away&nbsp; from his own master - doing things on your own free will turned out to be extremely terrifying. But he had learned, and he was sure that Trent was going to learn as well.<br><br>But before he managed to ask the young man how he was feeling, another member of the bathhouse appeared out of the showers - Kane. Jayson stepped back right away, bowing his head in respect and mumbling a soft <em>'Sir'</em> to greet the man. He had really had the honor to serve him, but he had heard about, and actually seen the other in action - he was a man to be feared, respected, and definitely desired. For a moment his heart started pacing against his chest as he wondered whether he might manage to get to serve Kane and Trent tonight - two clients meant a lot of money in his pocket in the end of the night. He remained silent as the two spoke, only glancing at Trent briefly when Kane mentioned Isaac, as if Jayson wanted to make sure that the younger male was going to be alright.<br><br>Just a moment later he got an order for scotch and fruit juice. "Right away, sirs." He bowed his head and hurried away to the nearest bar to fetch some of the expensive scotch, along with a fresh fruit juice for Trent. He returned hardly a few minutes later, carrying the ordered drinks on a tray, held gracefully on one palm, but neither of them was there. "Fuck..." Jayson murmured under his nose as he looked around. They couldn't have gone far could have? He stood there for a moment, looking around as he felt his heart accelerating against his chest. He knew that it was going to end up rather badly for him if he didn't get the drinks to neither of them - he was going to be in huge trouble. But he had a feeling that if Kane's drink was not served to him on time he was definitely going to punish him (and not in the fun way) later. Maybe Trent was going to be nice enough and not care for not getting the drink right away... He hoped...<br><br>After another moment of hesitation Jayson moved to the nearest relaxation room, glancing inside, though it was empty. He finally reached the saunas and after knocking on one he walked in, sighing in relief as he saw Kane in there. "Master Kane, please accept my apologies for the delay..." He spoke softly, his head bowed lightly, eyes looking down as he approached the man. He sat the tray on a near small table and quickly dropped a few ice cubes in an expensive crystal glass, then&nbsp; opened the vintage bottle of scotch pouring the golden alcohol before carrying the glass to the man. "If there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know." He said, his voice respectful&nbsp; and soft, obviously having decided to first serve Kane if the man wanted him to, before going to search for Trent... He did hope that Trent was not going to complain to Eduardo about the delay...&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>From (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163926.msg7626988#msg7626988)<br>Tagging: Open</div></div><br>By the time Darryl found and entered the locker room, some of his good mood had crept back, some of the tension had left his shoulders and he actually hummed quietly to himself. The place looked good, as good as his father had hinted of in his information. Though father-dearest could have included more than the address, financial and legal notes, a handful of names and vague hints on what he may find inside. Darryl liked being well-informed. Then again, his old man had never let him down and he had trusted the man while he was still alive.<br>They hadn't been all that close, not socially or personally, but business-wise they had known eachother like they'd known themselves. If Walker senior didn't deem to give out details, there was a reason for it and that reason was nearly always a test.<br><br>Like the key he had been given and was now playing with. What on earth could the old man have left behind in this bathhouse? It seemed somewhat akin to a treasure hunt by now. At least Darryl was entertained.<br><br>It didn't take all too much time to find the right locker and searching for it wasn't a chore. Everything in here was designed to give a feeling of well-being, including the locker room.<br>He hesitated stood before the right locker, then used the provided key and was greeted by an envelope firstly. It wasn't the only thing in the locker, but it was placed in such a way that it caught the attention first, and, after glancing around, Darryl took it out and read it.<br><br><em>Son,<br><br>By now you're probably wondering if I wasn't dementing when last we met and that this little treasurehunt is unlike the man you've known your father to be. On that I will only state that I've never shown all of myself to you and that this was negligent of me. However, I am not apologizing, we both know the business always came first in the family and this will be an attitude I hope you will be able to keep to, yourself.<br><br>The day you came out was the day I decided to leave you my membership here and to also provide you with items within the building that could be beneficial and maybe pleasurable. You'll find your items to be up-to-date as they have been replaced on a regular basis.<br><br>Aside our family lawyer and a certain driver no one in the family nor our company is aware of this place. Keep it that way if you want to keep it as a haven. If you wish to have guests over, be discrete and be certain they are, as well.<br><br>Above all, have fun. That's an order.<br><br>Your father.</em><br><br>Sliding the letter back into the envelope, Darryl couldn't help but smile. The man had hidden layers, something he'd known but this many? Hell no.<br>He wasn't certain what to do with the letter, somehow he didn't think it wise to take it out of the bathhouse though, and he placed it back into the locker. Perhaps he should burn it, but he rather keep the honest words.<br>Inside, he found, was clothing, towels and other items such as toys. A full, clean, fashionable suit in his size. A bathrobe he'd probably not wear. A full pile of clean, fresh towels. Bondage gear.<br>The more he found, the more Darryl blinked, a blush creeping into his cheeks. He was so not ready to associate these items with his <em>father</em>.<br>Instead of keeping digging, he pushed his own, now relative modest bag into the locker and undressed in almost a hurried manner. Fishing out two towels, he headed to the showers, intend to take a long one to clear his mind.<br><br>His father had been nuts, he concluded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 02:48:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9d/KaneAndreas.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7618618#msg7618618)</div>Isaac's little prodigy would have a little ways to go before he was ready to really ready to have the full extent of fun here, but everybody had to start somewhere. In his own case, it wasn't as if he woke up capable of running a cities worth of business and functions. Nor would he say he was born willing and able to do some of the things he had had to do to make sure things ran smoothly, that took it's own form of practice. Smirking as he opened the door to the sauna he thought that if the little twat that he had been could turn into the person he was today, Trent would be just fine with getting on his two feet. <br><br>Meanwhile the sauna was warm, Alex having already warmed it up, not that he had been too surprised to see him lurking about. He suspected that he would probably run into a lot of familiar faces, with exception of those that had left or died as the case was. But several months of being gone also meant that he would run into some new faces as well, a little bit of the old and a little bit of the new. That suited his tastes just fine if he really thought about it.<br><br>Speaking of his tastes, Jayson had finally hunted him down, looking a bit nervous, probably for having taken a minute to locate Kane. Kane had been in no real hurry to get his drink, in here, he was here to relax. Demanding speedy delivery, especially when he'd disappeared on the guy, made him anxious and his hasty demands were for the idiots under his command. Now he did expect to be obeyed, it was part and parcel to him and his career, and it worked out just as well for him here, he was just more patient about it. Perhaps later he would actually get around to the real fun demands on Jayson later, years of service here and Kane hadn't even taken in the real services that Jayson had to offer, pity that. <br><br>"I'll live," Kane retorted smoothly to Jayson's comment about being delayed, taking the glass with the mildest of nods of his head before leaning back with a sigh, "pity they don't have water proof cigarettes, and not those bloody electronic ones, they work, just not quite the same." Cracking open an eye he realized Jayson was still standing there, probably waiting to see if Kane had anymore demands of him. Much as Kane would have liked to just remove the towel and have a good time with the lad, he would rather relax a bit first, and the sauna was good for that much at least.<br><br>That and..."I'm good for now, go get Trent his juice, and see if you can convince the poor lad to loosen up and enjoy some of the flesh around here, I hear you have a talent for that...which speaking of, find me later."<br><br>With that he leaned completely back, head back, legs spread to comfort, eyes closed, the heat and steam soaking into him as he sipped the cold drink in his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 20:22:27</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayson Green (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7611173#msg7611173)</span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://i974.photobucket.com/albums/ae223/i_izu/1666_zps11ebc87c.jpg)</div><br>A soft sigh of relief escaped Jayson's lips when Kane said that he would live after having his drink delayed. He had honestly been worried - he had heard enough rumors about the man to know not to mess with him or anger him, but this situation right now had been slightly out of his control. He was glad that at least the man seemed to have some sort of sense about righteousness. But then again if he had been plainly cruel, he wouldn't have made it in the bathhouse - some men here were cruel, but they all had to have some sort of boundaries... Not like his old master whose cruelty towards him had got to the point that he had almost killed him... Of course that had got him thrown out of the bathhouse and he had served as an example for all the other members of the place... So... yeah... Kane seemed to not have been as cruel and horrible as some of the rumors made him look like...<br><br>"Thank you, master Kane, for your understanding." He smiled as he stood before the man, his skin already covering in a light layer of vaporized water (it wasn't sweat just yet), but it did make his loincloth to stuck against his groin. "If you would like, sir, I can arrange a private room for you later where you can enjoy a cigarette." He offered, bowing his head. It wasn't allowed to smoke in the common rooms, but he didn't really see a reason why he shouldn't offer a private room for the man to enjoy a smoke. He did guess that this kind of craving was hard to ignore, but he couldn't know as he had never really smoked. But when the man said that for now he wouldn't need him, a small expression of disappointment crossed Jayson's face. What was with his luck today? First he lost Trent, and now Kane didn't seem all that interested in him... <br><br>But the smile appeared on his face once again when the man said to find him later. "As you wish, master Kane." He bowed his head , looking at him with shining and exciting eyes. If he managed to score two new clients tonight, it was going to be simply amazing! He did need to get more regulars if he wanted to get out of that horrible place that he had called 'his place'. "I will definitely look for you, master Kane. Enjoy your time in the sauna." He bowed his head and smiled again before backing out of the sauna and heading towards the communal bath hall. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163927.msg7632053#msg7632053)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 07:39:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Cameron_Monaghan_1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen entered the locker room and sat down on the bench near the entrance to collect himself.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He was turned on but he hadn't realized what it would be like. He should have asked more questions of Brandon – his uncle's driver ... and probably more. He liked the fact that even the older men were good looking for their age. The thought popped into his head that he should make sure not to say it that way. His next thought was: 'So much for being ready for this.'<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen considered his situation and decided to go ask Eduardo for someone to give him a tour. Especially since he was curious about what was downstairs but figured it might be even more than this floor. He'd let the self-important man leave the lobby first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 22:51:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>He was making a mess, and he knew it, by walking around while he was drying himself with one of his towels - the other hang loosely around his hips. It wasn't as much intentional as it was the man being lost in thought. Though his thoughts were more or less abstract for the time being, one could almost say Darryl was daydreaming.<br><br>He found himself back in the locker room, something about a bathrobe pulling on his mind and his mind urging his feet, but when he noticed Galen, he frowned, then raised a brow and stopped walking around completely.<br>"Are you alright?"<br>The young man seemed lost, if that was just due to being lost in the building or lost to the idea of the baths, he didn't know, but a polite inquiry couldn't hurt, could it? Even if he was stark naked save for one towel, dripping and rather carelessly rubbing his long blond hair dry at the same time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 01:28:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Cameron_Monaghan_1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen looks up and sees a nearly naked well-built very hot man and smiles.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Just taking a moment. I had no idea what to expect so my first look around was ... eye opening. There was an -" Galen pauses and glances around then continues, "annoying man talking to Eduardo so I was just giving them a moment to finish then I was going to ask for a tour. I'm Galen," he says as he stands and begins extending his hand as if to shake hands then pauses. He awkwardly laces his fingers together to occupy his hands. He swallows nervously, gives a shy nervous smile and tries not to lick Darryl's body all over with his eyes. The bulge in his pants has gotten a little more pronounced again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 01:37:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>Nodding at the words Galen spoke to him he noticed the man's eyes wander across his body. Normally, he'd reprimand, but this wasn't the office, nor were these office-hours. A slight smirk curled his lips; apparently the man enjoyed what he saw.<br>"Hmm, well, every place will have its nice and less nice people," he replied "I doubt here would be any different." He shot a wink at the other man, then disentangled one hand from his towel and took the offered hand to shake, his handshake being firm but not crushing.<br>"How do you do, Galen? I would be Darryl. A pleasure, I'm sure," he said, his words holding a hint of teasing before they went back to a more neutral tone "This would be my first visit, as well. I've been told to follow the signs, myself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 02:48:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Cameron_Monaghan_1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen shakes the man's hand enjoying the force of the man's grip then he takes a deep breath to steady himself.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "I know people are people everywhere. I just thought there were better ways of showing you wanted to be up someone's ass than being a di-." His eyes widen as he realizes he's chatting with Darryl in a very familiar manner. "Uh, I'm all over the place with my thoughts and everything. Just spewing ..."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Glane looks down at the floor and hopes when he looks up that Darryl is smiling because he found Galen floundering to be amusing.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "So, it's your first visit here too," Galen says and looks up.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:02:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>Even if Galen didn't finish his sentence, Darryl still laughed at it, the sound deep and a lot more cheerful than he had felt before his shower. It made the locker room a lot less empty and coloured the atmosphere. "Oh, I don't know," he jested "I quite enjoy a man being a dick before, during and after he fucked me. Probably my job and the fact most of my employees enjoy licking my ass as often as they are able."<br>He draped the towel he had been using to dry himself off with over his shoulder as it felt somewhat odd to keep at it while in a conversation. That didn't mean he was dry all over, though. Briefly the worry of catching a cold crossed his mind, but it was gone the next. It wasn't exactly cold in here.<br><br>"It is, yes," he replied when Galen looked back up from the floor. He hoped he hadn't insulted his maybe-be-friend with his laughter and took a serious tone again, even if it, by now, was starting to show cracks.<br>"I was going to attempt find my way to the communal bath, actually, to... ah... see who is around," he said with a slight inclination of the head. He could feel his mind had started to shift into his hunting mode and he had almost worded his thoughts differently, correcting them at the last moment, not having them wander into a more naughty realm just yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:24:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Cameron_Monaghan_1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen smiled, welcoming the laugh. The laugh helped him in couple ways. It let him relax from a possible blunder. It also let him know Darryl had a sense of humor – something he considered essential.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Well, there's a hot couple who were nearly naked when I saw them a few minutes ago. And I think another couple since the hot guy I saw who was singing was looking to where I couldn't see. I've been finding hot guys all over in here."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen was still smiling but now it was hinting things.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "So, you don't enjoy your employees licking your ass? It can be fun. Or you don't like it because it's only figurative?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 03:36:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>The smile on Galen's face had him relax; at least he hadn't been offended, which was good. Darryl could be a bit blunt while socializing due to the demands his work made of him.<br>"I generally dislike men buttering up to me, Galen," he replied "Not that I dislike a man being friendly, obviously. I just like it when he's not attempting to get something from me through false smiles and faked compliments. This has pushed me into the realms of finding men who are commanding and at least somewhat rough attractive and interesting."<br>He shifted while talking, then walked to his fathers locker -thought it was his now, if you thought about it- taking up his towel again to at least be dry enough to wear a bathrobe.<br>"How about you?" he asked over his shoulder, fingers finding back his key and turning it. He better find a way to keep it on himself, maybe on a chain of some sort? It didn't seem practical. Hm.<br>Fishing the bathrobe out he found it to contain embroidery on the back. Red on white, thin linen. It was Japanese and a poem or ode on the male body and he raised one brow before shrugging and putting the bathrobe on, wriggling his hips to make the towel on his hips fall unto the floor. Naked under the bathrobe, he turned back to face Galen, casually playing with the sash, flicking a teasing glance at the younger man to see how he'd react.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 04:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/Cameron_Monaghan_1.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; "In the boarding school we sometimes buttered each other up – with butter," Galen says smiling.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The smile fades as he continues, his voice hardening, "I've been seeing all that insincere business BS all my life and it repulses me. Usually because most of the men who are good at it are SIDs – Self Important Douches. Men who don't know how to laugh, well, not like a human does.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen's tone softens, "You have a good laugh – a real one. And aren't afraid to be honest. As for being commanding: do you really want someone who commands you taking away the responsibility? There's a lot of people willing to fill that role. It can be nice at times but it's ordinary. Or do you want someone who is co-operatively challenging?"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He wonders how Darryl will react. Galen asks weird questions at times and many people don't like them.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 05:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>He chuckled at the comment on the more literal interpretation of 'buttering up' while he combed fingers through his hair to tame his manes, but flicked his gaze aside at the more hardened tone, nodding once, then shrugging.<br>"Thank you," he said at what he was taking as a complement to his honest laugh "Honesty is the only true way to get what you want, I'd say." The rest of the young man's words had him grin. Ordinary? Really? Perhaps Darryl would be seen as a bore, then, but he'd rather be hated for who he was than applauded for faking to fit into a box one wished to provide.<br>"If I didn't knew any better, I'd say you were flirting with me," he said in a casual manner, tying a knot in his robe's sash and effectively closing the robe in this way, then leaned against his locker.<br><br>"I'll be blunt, then," he continued, folding his arms before his chest "What I want is a good time, to relax and unwind. I'm not exceptionally picky when it comes to sexpartners, but I do prefer a man that both bites and barks, or I get bored. Lovey-dovey stuff is not my cup of tea. I like my men to know what they want and how to get such. I do like Doms and subs alike, yes, but I won't Dom for someone who doesn't pull out my Dom side, nor will I sub for someone who doesn't pull that side of me out."<br>Darryl then smirked and shrugged one shoulder, a sort-of apology to becoming so serious, but, hey, the man was asking.<br>"Did that fully answer your question, Galen?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>01-02-2013, 06:07:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Monaghan130.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Well, I'm not buttering you up, I don't have any butter," Galen says smiling. He moves to an open locker and begins stripping saying, "It seems that clothing is very optional here and if I'm going to be sociable, I might want to follow the undress code." He hangs his grey shirt next to the leather jacket. He slips off his shoes putting them in the bottom of the locker as he says, "As for the dom and sub stuff, pretty much what I meant by co-operatively challenging.&nbsp; Something challenging but intended for reaching a common goal." Then off with his pants. He didn't sit down so the socks were a bit awkward.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; "Hmmm, towel," Galen says as he plays up looking around. "There. Oh, these," he says facing away from Darryl and he pulls off his boxers. He bends over to grab the towel saying, "Someone who barks and bites, is that code for doggy style?" He looks back over his shoulder then stands and wraps the towel around his waist.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 00:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>He couldn't help but smirk at the comment of the young man not buttering up to him. Maybe not literally, but Darryl did have the feeling he was doing exactly that. Obviously, he could be wrong; Darryl was stressed even if some of it had been shed, and his readings could have been off. Deciding to just listen for now and form a stronger opinion about Galen later, he leaned casually against his locker and watched the younger man's actions.<br><br>"For someone not buttering up you certainly are putting up a show," he dryly responded, mostly ignoring the man's question, but not his actions. It would be interesting to take advantage, certainly, but Darryl wanted to explore first. After all, this still was his first time in the Baths and he felt he was on unfamiliar terrain.<br>"If there's something you want aside showing off that toned body of yours, it will have to wait," he thus continued "I'm adamant to look around first before, ah, 'dipping' into more pleasurable activities."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cthonig</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 23:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/Monaghan130.jpg)</div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen had hoped that Darryl would take the hint, and him, but he had seen several other hot guys so he wasn't totally disappointed. But a last bit of flirting wouldn't hurt. He looked Darryl up and down again as he smiled and said, "Adamant. Means 'hard' if I recall, in a certain context. After looking around, you will be."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; He paused a moment then felt he needed to say one more thing before Darryl toured the baths. Looking the other man in the eyes he said, "Thank you. I needed some grounding after my first look around. You gave me that. If I can help you a bit in some way, let me know. I doubt you need help with anything, but the offer stands."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Galen bows his head and steps to the side so that Darryl can pass if he decides to head to the communal bath first as he had mentioned.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Olympia Baths 2.0 - Locker Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>14-02-2013, 00:31:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Darryl E. Walker</span></strong><br>(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110321/10/4d878dbb79593.jpg)<br>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601268#msg7601268)<br>To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163927.msg7718954#msg7718954)<br>Tagging: <strong>Galen</strong>, open</div></div><br>"Let's hope so," he said, shooting a wink at the younger man when Galen hinted of Darryl most certainly responding quite strongly to his planned exploration. The pause had him dip into his locker to fish a necklace from it which he hanged his key on. It wasn't pretty, but he'd not loose the key if he could help it.<br>"I might keep you up on that," he replied, twisting the necklace-with-key around his wrist instead of wearing it around his neck. Then he flicked his gaze and attention back up at Galen and inclined his head politely when he stepped aside. In passing, he smirked, more to himself than to Galen, and moved out of the locker room to find the communal bath.
			</dd>
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