Hey there, I'm dispatch! I've been writing various types of roleplay for 12+ years, and have been doing NSFW roleplay for a few years now also.
I've noticed here that there seem to be far more requests out there for doms than subs. Personally, I'm a sub-leaning switch, and I typically enjoy writing and thinking about submissive and the situations they get into, so that makes it a bit hard to find dominant writers. At the risk of polluting the waters even further, I've decided to toss out some bait into the water and see if I can't catch a writer for a dom/domme character for a fun smutty story.
So, consider this a cordial invitation to try out some of my more submissive characters!
Most of these plot lines are meant to be one-shot, high-smut, not very serious. If you find something you like but would want it to be less smutty or more of a slow burn, don't be afraid to reach out—no promises, but I could be convinced!
A few things to get out of the way first:
-I ONLY WRITE WITH, AND FOR, ADULTS. If you are under 18 and somehow reading this, stop now and get off of the site.
-All my characters are between 18 and ~45 years old. I MIGHT be willing to play older though it's unlikely, and obviously any younger is out of the question.
-While I'm happy to work with any sort of gender situation with my dom/mes, I exclusively write cisgendered males. I'm not entirely opposed to the idea of writing a female or trans character, but frankly I don't think I'd do it justice or get much out of it on my side. That said, those cis males I can write can be anywhere on the gender presentation spectrum, from hyper-masculine meathead hunks to very feminine frilly femboys, depending on the story and our preferences.
-DM me for a full kink list if you're interested. I'm happy to talk about what I'm into, but I don't want to put everything out here first, and would rather focus on comparing what we like than bombarding you up front with all the weird shit I'm into.
-CONSENT IS IMPORTANT, even when writing erotic roleplays! I expect you to be open communicating about any writing or development you're uncomfortable with and would like to change: I will do the same, and I expect you to respect that like I will. Expect to discuss limits and expectations ahead of time.
Now with all of that out of the way, I threw down some story ideas below: some short and simple, others longer and complicated, all spicy. Enjoy!
Porn-Without-Plot Prompts
-The cute, eager mechanic working on your car finds all the bondage gear and sex toys you "accidentally" left inside, and by blushingly bringing this up (just to assure you nothing was messed with), he discovers that you're looking for more than just a tuneup from him…
-The campus fuckboy who's been (jokingly?) flirting with you all semester is about to fail your class due to a botched presentation. He comes to your office hours to plead with you for another shot, saying he'll do anything to pass. You decide to test him on that, bringing him into the bedroom to evaluate his performance for a second time…
NOTE: Check out this thread for a similar professor x student slice of life roleplay!
-When you asked the friendly, handsome waiter serving you at that fancy restaurant if he was on the menu too, you were worried that he would feel harassed, even as he blushed and laughed, saying "maybe". Luckily, it turns out that he was into it! So into it, in fact, that his supportive (and surprisingly kinky) coworkers helped truss him up as "take out" for you to enjoy—on the house!
-Your (hot) ex is back. Again. Sorry for whatever he did that caused the breakup (cheating, arguing, not doing the dishes, etc.), he apologizes deeply, admits he was wrong, and begs you to forgive him and take him back. Against your better judgement, you do, on one condition: that as penance for his previous failings, he now will serve you full time as your personal boytoy. He eagerly but nervously agrees, and you two get started in a new, much kinkier relationship…
-Commensurate with your high position in business, the military, politics, or some other hierarchy, you've been provided with a handsome secretary to assist with your important work: confidential and full time. Eventually, he offers up the suggestion that, in addition to ordering him around at work, you could order him around at play as well. You agree! However, of course this is far from proper… Can you keep your relationship from becoming a full-blown scandal?
More coming soon—stay tuned!
Larger, More Developed Plots
Fight For Love - FFL
<<Cyberpunk*, Enemies to… Something, Martial Arts / Fighting Sports, Gritty>>
A Catty Stray
<<Slice of Life, Kemonomimi / nekos / catboys, Petplay(?), Comedy, READ PROGRAMMING NOTE>>
Captured
<<Captor x Captive, Noir, Reverse/Mutual/Regular Stockholm Syndrome, Intrigue>>
(Taken)
When In Rome…
<<Historical (Ancient Rome), Master x Slave, MASSIVE Power Imbalance, Spicy>>
(Taken)
Fallen Star
<<Sports, Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional>>
(Taken)
Guard Dog
<<Grimdark Fantasy, Bodyguard x Noble, Chivalry, Obsession>>
(No longer looking for this one—keeping it around for ideas though.)
More large plots coming soon—stay tuned!
I've noticed here that there seem to be far more requests out there for doms than subs. Personally, I'm a sub-leaning switch, and I typically enjoy writing and thinking about submissive and the situations they get into, so that makes it a bit hard to find dominant writers. At the risk of polluting the waters even further, I've decided to toss out some bait into the water and see if I can't catch a writer for a dom/domme character for a fun smutty story.
So, consider this a cordial invitation to try out some of my more submissive characters!
Most of these plot lines are meant to be one-shot, high-smut, not very serious. If you find something you like but would want it to be less smutty or more of a slow burn, don't be afraid to reach out—no promises, but I could be convinced!
A few things to get out of the way first:
-I ONLY WRITE WITH, AND FOR, ADULTS. If you are under 18 and somehow reading this, stop now and get off of the site.
-All my characters are between 18 and ~45 years old. I MIGHT be willing to play older though it's unlikely, and obviously any younger is out of the question.
-While I'm happy to work with any sort of gender situation with my dom/mes, I exclusively write cisgendered males. I'm not entirely opposed to the idea of writing a female or trans character, but frankly I don't think I'd do it justice or get much out of it on my side. That said, those cis males I can write can be anywhere on the gender presentation spectrum, from hyper-masculine meathead hunks to very feminine frilly femboys, depending on the story and our preferences.
-DM me for a full kink list if you're interested. I'm happy to talk about what I'm into, but I don't want to put everything out here first, and would rather focus on comparing what we like than bombarding you up front with all the weird shit I'm into.
-CONSENT IS IMPORTANT, even when writing erotic roleplays! I expect you to be open communicating about any writing or development you're uncomfortable with and would like to change: I will do the same, and I expect you to respect that like I will. Expect to discuss limits and expectations ahead of time.
Now with all of that out of the way, I threw down some story ideas below: some short and simple, others longer and complicated, all spicy. Enjoy!
Porn-Without-Plot Prompts
-The cute, eager mechanic working on your car finds all the bondage gear and sex toys you "accidentally" left inside, and by blushingly bringing this up (just to assure you nothing was messed with), he discovers that you're looking for more than just a tuneup from him…
-The campus fuckboy who's been (jokingly?) flirting with you all semester is about to fail your class due to a botched presentation. He comes to your office hours to plead with you for another shot, saying he'll do anything to pass. You decide to test him on that, bringing him into the bedroom to evaluate his performance for a second time…
NOTE: Check out this thread for a similar professor x student slice of life roleplay!
-When you asked the friendly, handsome waiter serving you at that fancy restaurant if he was on the menu too, you were worried that he would feel harassed, even as he blushed and laughed, saying "maybe". Luckily, it turns out that he was into it! So into it, in fact, that his supportive (and surprisingly kinky) coworkers helped truss him up as "take out" for you to enjoy—on the house!
-Your (hot) ex is back. Again. Sorry for whatever he did that caused the breakup (cheating, arguing, not doing the dishes, etc.), he apologizes deeply, admits he was wrong, and begs you to forgive him and take him back. Against your better judgement, you do, on one condition: that as penance for his previous failings, he now will serve you full time as your personal boytoy. He eagerly but nervously agrees, and you two get started in a new, much kinkier relationship…
-Commensurate with your high position in business, the military, politics, or some other hierarchy, you've been provided with a handsome secretary to assist with your important work: confidential and full time. Eventually, he offers up the suggestion that, in addition to ordering him around at work, you could order him around at play as well. You agree! However, of course this is far from proper… Can you keep your relationship from becoming a full-blown scandal?
More coming soon—stay tuned!
Larger, More Developed Plots
Fight For Love - FFL
<<Cyberpunk*, Enemies to… Something, Martial Arts / Fighting Sports, Gritty>>
For a long time now, you've been deep in the combat sports scene in the city of New Liberty: both official, sanctioned fighting matches, and unofficial blood-sports rings run by criminal gangs. You are a fighter: MMA, it would be called in our reality, but here it's just "fighting". That's how you've met MC, because he's in the fighting scene too, much the same as you are: he goes to the same gym as YC, fights in the same livestreamed tournaments as YC, hangs around the same seedy locales with the same sorts of sketchy people as YC, and even has a similar physical capacity and fighting style to YC. You even know that MC works as a bouncer for a club that YC also frequents, either as a guest or as another employee.
Yet proximity and similarity has done absolutely nothing to make things friendly or familiar between you: far from it. For whatever reason—social reasons, personality clashes, rival gang affiliations, simple competitiveness, the narcissism of small differences—YC and MC completely and totally hate each other's guts, and have hated each other's guts basically since you've met, and have taken the time to demonstrate that clearly by repeatedly trying to destroy each other in the fighting ring—both in "friendly sparring" and as competitors in the aforementioned above-and-below board tournaments.
Not helping matters between you two is the fact that neither one of you is clearly the dominant one in the ring: fighting bouts between YC and MC can last for hours and often end in a draw, with both of you retreating to nurse your devastating but somehow always near-equivalent wounds. Even when there is a declared winner between YC and MC, it usually made by decision, not by surrender or KO—there is a scoreboard (with MC barely leading, if you were curious) but in both your guts you know that what's written there doesn't really count. No, at this stage, both of you feel that one of you needs to keep going until the other is a bloody, broken heap on the mat. But because the two of you are so matched in skill, such a decisive finale seems so far away. In fact, it's been like this for years now, to the point where it's a decently well known rivalry—albeit one that is rarely followed by fans, since from an outsider's standpoint it's always so close as to be almost boring: nobody likes watching draw after draw, nor do they care to follow debates between fight judges.
That is, it had been going like that, until you happened to come across MC's profile on a dating app.
For a laugh, you selected and matched with him (with a profile where your face and identity is carefully hidden, obviously—you aren't stupid, and it seems MC was desperate enough to reach out to profiles with limited info). However, things became a bit complicated and quickly grew to more than a joke. Over the course of a long series of surprisingly vulnerable conversations, YC discovered a number of things: that MC can actually be quite romantic and sensitive when he wants, that his personal life is kinda a disordered mess within which he's trying and failing to find someone to trust, and—most importantly for you—that he has a submissive side that he is itching for someone like you to fulfill.
Well, that's quite interesting. There's a number of things YC could do with this, couldn't they?
Blackmail comes first to mind, obviously. YC has no intention of running straight to his coaches or employers or friends with this and ruining his life, at least not yet: even if such gossip worked to derail his career, that would be a supreme anticlimax. You want to beat him fair and square by punching his lights out, not by sidelining him with gossip. But MC doesn't necessarily know that, does he? With this threat held over his head, you could use it to have him do all sorts of things, from the mundane to the salacious and debased. Getting to toy with your long-standing (but admittedly attractive) enemy like that would be enormously satisfying, wouldn't it?
Less cruelly but just as pragmatically, you could connect and start a real arrangement, but for the ulterior purpose of reconnaissance: what better way to learn about someone than getting into a relationship with them? Especially if that relationship is set at your terms which, as the dom/me, it would be. You could learn a lot about MC this way: his full routine, what makes him tick, how he moves and recovers outside the ring, what muscles or parts of his body and psyche are more sensitive than you thought. But be careful—MC isn't some meathead dunce, he's your damn-hard-to-beat nemesis for a good reason. With this going on, he could get just as much of an edge as you might from this: it could backfire in a big way for you.
Or, maybe, you want something different from MC for once. Maybe you're tired of trying to break MC down and want to see what would happen if you built him up, in a sense. YC could even use this as an opening for a different kind of strike—a blow aimed right for his heart (metaphorically), to admit something that they could never bring themselves to say before…
Whatever you wanna do, it's way too late to back out now—you've already planned a meet-up at a bar both of you happen to like, and it's tonight. The match is set: YC and MC are going to have to learn quickly how to Fight For Love.
*<<Programming note: I have in my head for this a vague, contemporary / near-future setting, with light elements from cyberpunk fiction. This is all negotiable however—if you like what you've read so far but want another style of setting, hit me up and we'll see if we can work it out.>>
Yet proximity and similarity has done absolutely nothing to make things friendly or familiar between you: far from it. For whatever reason—social reasons, personality clashes, rival gang affiliations, simple competitiveness, the narcissism of small differences—YC and MC completely and totally hate each other's guts, and have hated each other's guts basically since you've met, and have taken the time to demonstrate that clearly by repeatedly trying to destroy each other in the fighting ring—both in "friendly sparring" and as competitors in the aforementioned above-and-below board tournaments.
Not helping matters between you two is the fact that neither one of you is clearly the dominant one in the ring: fighting bouts between YC and MC can last for hours and often end in a draw, with both of you retreating to nurse your devastating but somehow always near-equivalent wounds. Even when there is a declared winner between YC and MC, it usually made by decision, not by surrender or KO—there is a scoreboard (with MC barely leading, if you were curious) but in both your guts you know that what's written there doesn't really count. No, at this stage, both of you feel that one of you needs to keep going until the other is a bloody, broken heap on the mat. But because the two of you are so matched in skill, such a decisive finale seems so far away. In fact, it's been like this for years now, to the point where it's a decently well known rivalry—albeit one that is rarely followed by fans, since from an outsider's standpoint it's always so close as to be almost boring: nobody likes watching draw after draw, nor do they care to follow debates between fight judges.
That is, it had been going like that, until you happened to come across MC's profile on a dating app.
For a laugh, you selected and matched with him (with a profile where your face and identity is carefully hidden, obviously—you aren't stupid, and it seems MC was desperate enough to reach out to profiles with limited info). However, things became a bit complicated and quickly grew to more than a joke. Over the course of a long series of surprisingly vulnerable conversations, YC discovered a number of things: that MC can actually be quite romantic and sensitive when he wants, that his personal life is kinda a disordered mess within which he's trying and failing to find someone to trust, and—most importantly for you—that he has a submissive side that he is itching for someone like you to fulfill.
Well, that's quite interesting. There's a number of things YC could do with this, couldn't they?
Blackmail comes first to mind, obviously. YC has no intention of running straight to his coaches or employers or friends with this and ruining his life, at least not yet: even if such gossip worked to derail his career, that would be a supreme anticlimax. You want to beat him fair and square by punching his lights out, not by sidelining him with gossip. But MC doesn't necessarily know that, does he? With this threat held over his head, you could use it to have him do all sorts of things, from the mundane to the salacious and debased. Getting to toy with your long-standing (but admittedly attractive) enemy like that would be enormously satisfying, wouldn't it?
Less cruelly but just as pragmatically, you could connect and start a real arrangement, but for the ulterior purpose of reconnaissance: what better way to learn about someone than getting into a relationship with them? Especially if that relationship is set at your terms which, as the dom/me, it would be. You could learn a lot about MC this way: his full routine, what makes him tick, how he moves and recovers outside the ring, what muscles or parts of his body and psyche are more sensitive than you thought. But be careful—MC isn't some meathead dunce, he's your damn-hard-to-beat nemesis for a good reason. With this going on, he could get just as much of an edge as you might from this: it could backfire in a big way for you.
Or, maybe, you want something different from MC for once. Maybe you're tired of trying to break MC down and want to see what would happen if you built him up, in a sense. YC could even use this as an opening for a different kind of strike—a blow aimed right for his heart (metaphorically), to admit something that they could never bring themselves to say before…
Whatever you wanna do, it's way too late to back out now—you've already planned a meet-up at a bar both of you happen to like, and it's tonight. The match is set: YC and MC are going to have to learn quickly how to Fight For Love.
*<<Programming note: I have in my head for this a vague, contemporary / near-future setting, with light elements from cyberpunk fiction. This is all negotiable however—if you like what you've read so far but want another style of setting, hit me up and we'll see if we can work it out.>>
A Catty Stray
<<Slice of Life, Kemonomimi / nekos / catboys, Petplay(?), Comedy, READ PROGRAMMING NOTE>>
<<Programming note: Okay, I'll be upfront with you guys. This plot is largely an excuse to introduce nekos/catboys into my malesub request thread more generally. While I like this plot, I'm not wedded to the premise or any particular point—if you wanted to do something with nekos/catboys but don't like the scenario I've provided, just let me know and we can totally work something out.>>
In this world, there exists a group of people with some of the characteristics of cats: not anthropomorphic animals like furries or mascots, but people who are basically human—same intelligence, same anatomy—aside from the fact they have a cat's tail, cat ears, sometimes sharp feline teeth, and a number of cat-like traits and mannerisms, like hissing and purring or a rough tongue. They go by any number of names: catboys, nekos, kemonomimi, et cetera.
Whether this is a new development—the result of some sudden magic/mad science, or whether they've always been there by a quirk of evolution, they're a part of your world now. You, though, being a regular human, scarcely notice them. Their presence in the world isn't super disruptive on a large scale, and on the small scale you just haven't had that many interactions with them in your busy, largely human-centered life. The fact that there's an entire population of animal-people around, surprisingly, doesn't really matter all that much to you.
Well, it didn't matter, that is, until recently. Things became a little bit more urgently different when some asshole stray catboy—MC—invited himself into your home while you were out on vacation.
Seemingly caring not one iota about the intrusion he's committed, MC has been making himself at home in your space: eating your food, snoozing in sunspots on your couch, and playing with your TV and computer and video games. He seems to be harmless (to everything but your power and food bills) and—aside from tossed around blankets and clothes and empty food wrappers—he's quite hygienic.
Once the shock and terror of a stranger in your home wears off, replaced by confusion and annoyance at how unconcerned he seems to be about you, you've got some decisions to make.
You could obviously try and kick him out, but from what you've heard about stray catboys like this before, once they've found somewhere they like they tend to keep coming back no matter what barriers are put in their way. Unless you're willing to engage endlessly in an escalating game of (excuse the pun) cat and mouse, you're going to have to find a better permanent solution. And while you'd be well within your rights to do so, you really don't want to go through the trouble of getting the police involved…
You could try and figure out what's going on with MC—why has this neko guy shown up at your place? Is he seriously not interested in you at all, or is his air of aloofness just an act? Does he have a place or someone else to go back to—and if so, why doesn't he? Are there others around like him? Maybe by getting to know MC, you can figure out why he's made himself a part of your life, and hopefully, you'll want to be a part of his too.
Or, you could skip all that.
There's a store just down the street with leashes and collars that you think would look cute on MC. With the correct paperwork—legal rights for nekos have always been a bit iffy and weird—you could even claim ownership on him. Since he's so intent on being a part of your household, he can be… as a pet, and one that you can treat however you'd like. If you wanted, you could make all this so, and begin training MC right away. He clearly needs it, after all, doesn't he? Maybe after enough intensive petting, commands, embarrassing nude walks, or other creative and kinky punishments, MC will start to behave like he's been properly trained. You'd be in good company, to be sure: in this world, plenty of humans keep catboys/nekos as pets. You could share notes, arrange meetups with other owners, or even bring trainers in to assist. It's an exciting world with a lot of different options—ways to accessorize and show off your pet, things you can train them with—all fun (for you at least)!
So, with all that in mind, what do you think you're gonna do now, with that Catty Stray?
In this world, there exists a group of people with some of the characteristics of cats: not anthropomorphic animals like furries or mascots, but people who are basically human—same intelligence, same anatomy—aside from the fact they have a cat's tail, cat ears, sometimes sharp feline teeth, and a number of cat-like traits and mannerisms, like hissing and purring or a rough tongue. They go by any number of names: catboys, nekos, kemonomimi, et cetera.
Whether this is a new development—the result of some sudden magic/mad science, or whether they've always been there by a quirk of evolution, they're a part of your world now. You, though, being a regular human, scarcely notice them. Their presence in the world isn't super disruptive on a large scale, and on the small scale you just haven't had that many interactions with them in your busy, largely human-centered life. The fact that there's an entire population of animal-people around, surprisingly, doesn't really matter all that much to you.
Well, it didn't matter, that is, until recently. Things became a little bit more urgently different when some asshole stray catboy—MC—invited himself into your home while you were out on vacation.
Seemingly caring not one iota about the intrusion he's committed, MC has been making himself at home in your space: eating your food, snoozing in sunspots on your couch, and playing with your TV and computer and video games. He seems to be harmless (to everything but your power and food bills) and—aside from tossed around blankets and clothes and empty food wrappers—he's quite hygienic.
Once the shock and terror of a stranger in your home wears off, replaced by confusion and annoyance at how unconcerned he seems to be about you, you've got some decisions to make.
You could obviously try and kick him out, but from what you've heard about stray catboys like this before, once they've found somewhere they like they tend to keep coming back no matter what barriers are put in their way. Unless you're willing to engage endlessly in an escalating game of (excuse the pun) cat and mouse, you're going to have to find a better permanent solution. And while you'd be well within your rights to do so, you really don't want to go through the trouble of getting the police involved…
You could try and figure out what's going on with MC—why has this neko guy shown up at your place? Is he seriously not interested in you at all, or is his air of aloofness just an act? Does he have a place or someone else to go back to—and if so, why doesn't he? Are there others around like him? Maybe by getting to know MC, you can figure out why he's made himself a part of your life, and hopefully, you'll want to be a part of his too.
Or, you could skip all that.
There's a store just down the street with leashes and collars that you think would look cute on MC. With the correct paperwork—legal rights for nekos have always been a bit iffy and weird—you could even claim ownership on him. Since he's so intent on being a part of your household, he can be… as a pet, and one that you can treat however you'd like. If you wanted, you could make all this so, and begin training MC right away. He clearly needs it, after all, doesn't he? Maybe after enough intensive petting, commands, embarrassing nude walks, or other creative and kinky punishments, MC will start to behave like he's been properly trained. You'd be in good company, to be sure: in this world, plenty of humans keep catboys/nekos as pets. You could share notes, arrange meetups with other owners, or even bring trainers in to assist. It's an exciting world with a lot of different options—ways to accessorize and show off your pet, things you can train them with—all fun (for you at least)!
So, with all that in mind, what do you think you're gonna do now, with that Catty Stray?
(Taken)
(Note: This one is a little vague since—while I have in my mind a contemporary sort of Spy vs. Spy setting—any setting could work with this premise: fantasy, historical, sci-fi, X-punk, etc.. If you like the broad strokes but aren't sure about the details, let me know and we can hash it all out!)
You didn't think it would end like this, you realize as you gaze down at him.
It all feels a bit too easy—after everything this bastard put you through, you have a right to be suspicious—but you're sure that he's yours now. After you finally got your hands on him, your organization has made absolutely certain that he can't escape the web he's caught in now—YC's web.
You look at the man in front of you, appraising your catch: MC. He's bound to a chair, gagged, maybe a bit bruised and bloodied by the struggle that put him there, chest rising and falling as he glares at you. Guess he didn't think it would be like this either. In the dim light, his expression is hard to read: fear and hate, hope and want, defiance and regret, it all blends together right now. You might want to take off his gag, see what he has to say—or not, and keep him quiet. Maybe it's too late for words.
MC had been a thorn in your organization's side for some time now, maybe even years. Stealing intelligence, disrupting your operations, siphoning off resources to his own team (law enforcement, a rival group, the highest bidder, etc.), he's been secretly making your life hell for a while. Whether he was an outsider who had somehow managed to infiltrate your operations, or a once-trusted friend now shown to be a double agent, it scarcely mattered to your Organization: they wanted it to stop, and put you in charge of counterintelligence. You worked hard and sacrificed much to find him, yet for so long, he always seemed just a few steps ahead…
Then, last night, during one of his covert operations MC took a gamble: the dice rolled, and they were all snake-eyes for him. Maybe he got cocky or lazy, and finally slipped up. Maybe his secret "friends" on the other end of things decided they were now better off with him out of the picture, and wound up backstabbing the backstabber for their own reasons. Maybe it was just plain bad luck and Fortune, that fickle bitch, wrapped him up like a nice little present and dropped him here for you. In a night that even now remains a bit of a blur, he wound up here, totally in your power. The details will obviously matter to you personally, of course—how things shook out will certainly impact how you feel about all this—but the fact remains: no matter how it happened, you won.
What will you do with MC, now that he's here? Take slow, sadistic,potentially sexual revenge for all the time and effort you spent on him and all the trouble he caused? Maybe you want to interrogate him, wanting to know more about what happened and why—as a sound business strategy for your Organization, or for your own purposes. Maybe you just wanna play with your food, gloat and tease and lord it over your prize. Or, just maybe, now that you have him here and he can't run, there's something you'd like to ask him, about the two of you…
What will you do, now that he's Captured?
You didn't think it would end like this, you realize as you gaze down at him.
It all feels a bit too easy—after everything this bastard put you through, you have a right to be suspicious—but you're sure that he's yours now. After you finally got your hands on him, your organization has made absolutely certain that he can't escape the web he's caught in now—YC's web.
You look at the man in front of you, appraising your catch: MC. He's bound to a chair, gagged, maybe a bit bruised and bloodied by the struggle that put him there, chest rising and falling as he glares at you. Guess he didn't think it would be like this either. In the dim light, his expression is hard to read: fear and hate, hope and want, defiance and regret, it all blends together right now. You might want to take off his gag, see what he has to say—or not, and keep him quiet. Maybe it's too late for words.
MC had been a thorn in your organization's side for some time now, maybe even years. Stealing intelligence, disrupting your operations, siphoning off resources to his own team (law enforcement, a rival group, the highest bidder, etc.), he's been secretly making your life hell for a while. Whether he was an outsider who had somehow managed to infiltrate your operations, or a once-trusted friend now shown to be a double agent, it scarcely mattered to your Organization: they wanted it to stop, and put you in charge of counterintelligence. You worked hard and sacrificed much to find him, yet for so long, he always seemed just a few steps ahead…
Then, last night, during one of his covert operations MC took a gamble: the dice rolled, and they were all snake-eyes for him. Maybe he got cocky or lazy, and finally slipped up. Maybe his secret "friends" on the other end of things decided they were now better off with him out of the picture, and wound up backstabbing the backstabber for their own reasons. Maybe it was just plain bad luck and Fortune, that fickle bitch, wrapped him up like a nice little present and dropped him here for you. In a night that even now remains a bit of a blur, he wound up here, totally in your power. The details will obviously matter to you personally, of course—how things shook out will certainly impact how you feel about all this—but the fact remains: no matter how it happened, you won.
What will you do with MC, now that he's here? Take slow, sadistic,
What will you do, now that he's Captured?
(Taken)
The year is 100 AD, and the place is Rome, the city at center of the world, richer and more populous than any other. Trajan is emperor, the Roman Empire is at its peak (territorially, anyways), and life is good.
Well, if you're a free citizen, that is.
The thing about Rome that a lot of people tend to forget is that it was very much a slave society. At this point in history, slaves composed a full third of the population of Italy. Slaves did all the dirty work: they grew the food, mined the rock, made the pottery, hauled the bricks, soaked the laundry in piss, stomped the olive oil and wine presses.
Oh, and yeah, they fucked and were fucked, more or less willingly, at their enslavers' pleasure. Obviously this is not a morally correct situation in the slightest, but that's just the way it was back before human rights and anti-slavery thinking became commonplace: nobody would see anything wrong with this for another dozen centuries or so. In a world where people could be bought and sold openly, easy access to sex was a major part of the appeal.
Fortunately for YC, though, this isn't a problem for them. On the contrary: being from a rich and politically well-connected family of senatorial rank, you benefit enormously from this state of affairs, standing on the p. Perhaps you are the ferociously powerful matron of the family, or their favored princess. Perhaps you are a dilettante young son of the family… Or, maybe you are at the absolute high peak of Roman society, and have become a well-respected and famous senator or general, rubbing shoulders with Emperor Trajan himself.
Either way, whatever brand of noble and stupidly rich you are, one day you decide to visit the slave markets (one of the more reputable ones, of course). Perhaps you're bored with your current possessions and flings, or perhaps you're someone who's afraid to engage in a relationship where you don't control everything.
Whatever your reasoning, you come out to the market and find MC up on the auction block, chained up and stripped naked for you to evaluate.
Your choices for MC include:
-A brutish—almost animalistic—but virile German or Celtic barbarian from the cold far north, enormously tall and muscled like a giant, covered in strange tattoos, with bizarre yellow or red hair and sharp blue eyes,
-A soft and sensitive, yet cultured and learned Greekling from Athens, a true philosopher who is very knowledgeable about the written word, about religion and mythology, and who has an artist's soul as well as a refined taste for wine,
-A sensual and fun-loving Egyptian, a true male Cleopatra—skin browned by the Nile sun like a fresh loaf of bread, a cosmetics expert, very well versed in all the strange foreign delights and debauched arts of pleasure, gossipy and perhaps a bit (or more than a bit) toxic,
-A urbane and suave former citizen of Rome, an actor sentenced to enslavement by the courts for his frankly absurd criminal record—official corruption, impiety, drunkenness, brawling, thievery, public indecency, extremely high-level adultery—every single charge of which he INSISTS (unconvincingly) is a frame-up job,
-An obedient, serious, and exotic Persian, captured in one of the interminable wars out to the far east, full of wondrous tales of life and drama on the far side of the world, all while also being perhaps the best cook you've ever tasted,
-Or maybe, the most down-to-earth tastes really are the best, and you go for a simple country farm worker poached from a neighboring estate in Italia: sensible almost to a fault, hard-working, and eager to please—especially after you rescued him from a grim fate in the mines by your purchase.
All of these lovely men and more are for your perusal and ownership: you have more than enough coin to buy the whole lot. Perhaps one of them in particular interests you… or maybe, you can't settle on one, and want to build up your own harem of eye-candy to your specific needs.
It should be noted, however, that these slaves are still people—not merely your toys, no matter what's said or done. Perhaps they have their own dreams and agendas. Do they desire freedom? A return home? Something more? Perhaps finding that out and potentially helping them—or using it to hurt them—is all part of the appeal for you too…
Regardless of any of that, though, you're in charge here: as the undisputed master, you give the orders and set the scene for MC. And as they say, "When In Rome…"
Well, if you're a free citizen, that is.
The thing about Rome that a lot of people tend to forget is that it was very much a slave society. At this point in history, slaves composed a full third of the population of Italy. Slaves did all the dirty work: they grew the food, mined the rock, made the pottery, hauled the bricks, soaked the laundry in piss, stomped the olive oil and wine presses.
Oh, and yeah, they fucked and were fucked, more or less willingly, at their enslavers' pleasure. Obviously this is not a morally correct situation in the slightest, but that's just the way it was back before human rights and anti-slavery thinking became commonplace: nobody would see anything wrong with this for another dozen centuries or so. In a world where people could be bought and sold openly, easy access to sex was a major part of the appeal.
Fortunately for YC, though, this isn't a problem for them. On the contrary: being from a rich and politically well-connected family of senatorial rank, you benefit enormously from this state of affairs, standing on the p. Perhaps you are the ferociously powerful matron of the family, or their favored princess. Perhaps you are a dilettante young son of the family… Or, maybe you are at the absolute high peak of Roman society, and have become a well-respected and famous senator or general, rubbing shoulders with Emperor Trajan himself.
Either way, whatever brand of noble and stupidly rich you are, one day you decide to visit the slave markets (one of the more reputable ones, of course). Perhaps you're bored with your current possessions and flings, or perhaps you're someone who's afraid to engage in a relationship where you don't control everything.
Whatever your reasoning, you come out to the market and find MC up on the auction block, chained up and stripped naked for you to evaluate.
Your choices for MC include:
-A brutish—almost animalistic—but virile German or Celtic barbarian from the cold far north, enormously tall and muscled like a giant, covered in strange tattoos, with bizarre yellow or red hair and sharp blue eyes,
-A soft and sensitive, yet cultured and learned Greekling from Athens, a true philosopher who is very knowledgeable about the written word, about religion and mythology, and who has an artist's soul as well as a refined taste for wine,
-A sensual and fun-loving Egyptian, a true male Cleopatra—skin browned by the Nile sun like a fresh loaf of bread, a cosmetics expert, very well versed in all the strange foreign delights and debauched arts of pleasure, gossipy and perhaps a bit (or more than a bit) toxic,
-A urbane and suave former citizen of Rome, an actor sentenced to enslavement by the courts for his frankly absurd criminal record—official corruption, impiety, drunkenness, brawling, thievery, public indecency, extremely high-level adultery—every single charge of which he INSISTS (unconvincingly) is a frame-up job,
-An obedient, serious, and exotic Persian, captured in one of the interminable wars out to the far east, full of wondrous tales of life and drama on the far side of the world, all while also being perhaps the best cook you've ever tasted,
-Or maybe, the most down-to-earth tastes really are the best, and you go for a simple country farm worker poached from a neighboring estate in Italia: sensible almost to a fault, hard-working, and eager to please—especially after you rescued him from a grim fate in the mines by your purchase.
All of these lovely men and more are for your perusal and ownership: you have more than enough coin to buy the whole lot. Perhaps one of them in particular interests you… or maybe, you can't settle on one, and want to build up your own harem of eye-candy to your specific needs.
It should be noted, however, that these slaves are still people—not merely your toys, no matter what's said or done. Perhaps they have their own dreams and agendas. Do they desire freedom? A return home? Something more? Perhaps finding that out and potentially helping them—or using it to hurt them—is all part of the appeal for you too…
Regardless of any of that, though, you're in charge here: as the undisputed master, you give the orders and set the scene for MC. And as they say, "When In Rome…"
(Taken)
YC and MC were both athletes. Bound together by chance from an early age, the two of them competed both alongside and against each other as they began to excel in their common field. The two of you were unbeatable as you progressed through middle school, high school, and into college sports—unbeatable except by each other, that is. The two of you sparred and trained with each other constantly, seemingly inseparable as you went back and forth. You grew up together, sharing your obsession and skill with this sport. After you turned eighteen, you even went to the same college so that you could continue your sports career together.
While there, the two of you even shared a confusing, heated night in bed with each other, after having gotten super drunk while celebrating some big win for your university team. When you woke up, naked and in each others' arms, both of you quickly got out of bed and dressed. It was never addressed again—YC and MC both seemed to prefer acting like it never happened…
Those days have long passed though, and now you're in the pros. Lately, things had been getting kinda bad, actually. It's not clear if it was the effect of increasing stakes in the pro world, a shift in the sporting environment, the people he'd been surrounding himself with changing him, or if there's still unresolved sexual tension making him uncomfortable… but your relationship with MC had gone from "competitive close friend" to "bitterly hated rival". You hadn't exchanged friendly words with him in years, but you had exchanged quite a few cruel ones, usually in mid-match trash-talk or as passing, angry chirps.
Ignoring the budding drama, you kept on your trajectory up to the very top alongside MC, making it to the professional level. Both you and MC were considered to be among the most promising athletes in the country, and were even being courted by the Olympic Committee. A major tournament began, streamed and televised internationally, where the finalists would certainly be considered for the [insert country here, probably US though] Olympic Team, as well as for a bunch of sponsorship and other deals. If the two of you made it there, both of you would probably be set—although the champion would still get all the glory and attention. So you fought and competed, working and training hard and playing even harder, as the two of you rocketed up the bracket. As the semifinals came up, although a hard fight was still ahead, it looked like YC and MC would be facing off against each other in the finals…
Then, tragedy struck, and MC's life was destroyed.
Right as he was playing in the semifinal match of this all-important tournament, there was some kind of accident or misstep, and MC suffered a painful, catastrophic, career-ending injury to one of his legs. His shot at the championship was cut off, and he was laid up in the hospital for over two months to undergo surgery and treatment, forced to watch on TV as YC went on to easily beat his inferior opponent (who won his semifinal match by default) and win the championship.
Now, most athletes aren't totally out of luck when something this happens. They've built genuine friendships and support networks, developed a Plan-B for their career or education, or at the very least they have their family to help them get back on their feet.
MC was not one of these athletes.
His "friends," all fair-weather, evaporated one by one during his convalescence, his phone filled with left-on-read texts sent by him. What sponsorships and scholarships he had all vanished in an instant. His coaches and Olympic contacts offered their condolences, then dropped him for better prospects and ignored his applications to become an assistant or trainer. Even his family turned their backs on him: harsh, cutthroat, and hyper-competitive, they see him less as a brother or son and more as a pathetic waste now. And, since he never planned on doing anything other than the sport he now is physically incapable of being competitive in, he really has nothing else going on in his life.
MC was left utterly broken, and utterly alone. He's still in pain from his healing leg, he's about to be kicked out of his apartment, his bank account is just about empty: he is on his last leg metaphorically and literally. With the very last of his money, he took an Uber to the one final place he could think of to go…
YC's place.
Now obviously, YC is probably the last person he wants to go beg for help. Regardless of the weird social, emotional, and sexual history of your rivalry, the facts remain: YC humiliated him. You took what he wanted almost effortlessly (from his perspective anyways), and then got all the love and praise and money for achieving HIS dream, all while he was lying in pain in a hospital bed, slowly being abandoned by everyone that he thought cared about him.
At the same time, however, YC is also probably the only person on the planet who can understand what he's going through. YC has seen firsthand how much he sacrificed, how hard he worked for this, and how catastrophic something like this is for him. YC knows the people who hurt and abandoned him, and understands just how much that would hurt.
Willing to do anything just to have someone who cares and who he can rely on again, MC begs for their help. Remembering their past together—hatred, camaraderie, heat and all—YC agrees, and lets him come in.
But, it's only on YC's terms. MC is in their hands, completely.
You can be gentle and caring with him, recognizing your close relationship, how much the two of you have in common and how much he's been hurt and needs healing… You can comfort MC, help build him back up, and slowly bring him back to his old self—or, maybe, something better, kinder, and more human. You can give him a reason not just to survive, but to live.
Or… Well, you can also take advantage of MC's sorry state, make him your bitch, and get some hands-on, spicy revenge for a lifetime of competitive struggle and all the triumph and humiliation—as well as his more recent arrogance and assholery.
Perhaps ideally, you can do both! After all, it's no fun to break something that's already destroyed. Both of you will probably enjoy rebuilding a relationship far more if MC isn't a lonely, depressed, broken mess. There's a place for him at your side now, but maybe he has to earn it, by truly showing his remorse for his recent behavior, and proving to you one more time that he's worthy of being counted in the same league as YC.
It's all up to you, anyways: MC has been brought down from the heights all the way to the ground before you. How will you handle this Fallen Star?
While there, the two of you even shared a confusing, heated night in bed with each other, after having gotten super drunk while celebrating some big win for your university team. When you woke up, naked and in each others' arms, both of you quickly got out of bed and dressed. It was never addressed again—YC and MC both seemed to prefer acting like it never happened…
Those days have long passed though, and now you're in the pros. Lately, things had been getting kinda bad, actually. It's not clear if it was the effect of increasing stakes in the pro world, a shift in the sporting environment, the people he'd been surrounding himself with changing him, or if there's still unresolved sexual tension making him uncomfortable… but your relationship with MC had gone from "competitive close friend" to "bitterly hated rival". You hadn't exchanged friendly words with him in years, but you had exchanged quite a few cruel ones, usually in mid-match trash-talk or as passing, angry chirps.
Ignoring the budding drama, you kept on your trajectory up to the very top alongside MC, making it to the professional level. Both you and MC were considered to be among the most promising athletes in the country, and were even being courted by the Olympic Committee. A major tournament began, streamed and televised internationally, where the finalists would certainly be considered for the [insert country here, probably US though] Olympic Team, as well as for a bunch of sponsorship and other deals. If the two of you made it there, both of you would probably be set—although the champion would still get all the glory and attention. So you fought and competed, working and training hard and playing even harder, as the two of you rocketed up the bracket. As the semifinals came up, although a hard fight was still ahead, it looked like YC and MC would be facing off against each other in the finals…
Then, tragedy struck, and MC's life was destroyed.
Right as he was playing in the semifinal match of this all-important tournament, there was some kind of accident or misstep, and MC suffered a painful, catastrophic, career-ending injury to one of his legs. His shot at the championship was cut off, and he was laid up in the hospital for over two months to undergo surgery and treatment, forced to watch on TV as YC went on to easily beat his inferior opponent (who won his semifinal match by default) and win the championship.
Now, most athletes aren't totally out of luck when something this happens. They've built genuine friendships and support networks, developed a Plan-B for their career or education, or at the very least they have their family to help them get back on their feet.
MC was not one of these athletes.
His "friends," all fair-weather, evaporated one by one during his convalescence, his phone filled with left-on-read texts sent by him. What sponsorships and scholarships he had all vanished in an instant. His coaches and Olympic contacts offered their condolences, then dropped him for better prospects and ignored his applications to become an assistant or trainer. Even his family turned their backs on him: harsh, cutthroat, and hyper-competitive, they see him less as a brother or son and more as a pathetic waste now. And, since he never planned on doing anything other than the sport he now is physically incapable of being competitive in, he really has nothing else going on in his life.
MC was left utterly broken, and utterly alone. He's still in pain from his healing leg, he's about to be kicked out of his apartment, his bank account is just about empty: he is on his last leg metaphorically and literally. With the very last of his money, he took an Uber to the one final place he could think of to go…
YC's place.
Now obviously, YC is probably the last person he wants to go beg for help. Regardless of the weird social, emotional, and sexual history of your rivalry, the facts remain: YC humiliated him. You took what he wanted almost effortlessly (from his perspective anyways), and then got all the love and praise and money for achieving HIS dream, all while he was lying in pain in a hospital bed, slowly being abandoned by everyone that he thought cared about him.
At the same time, however, YC is also probably the only person on the planet who can understand what he's going through. YC has seen firsthand how much he sacrificed, how hard he worked for this, and how catastrophic something like this is for him. YC knows the people who hurt and abandoned him, and understands just how much that would hurt.
Willing to do anything just to have someone who cares and who he can rely on again, MC begs for their help. Remembering their past together—hatred, camaraderie, heat and all—YC agrees, and lets him come in.
But, it's only on YC's terms. MC is in their hands, completely.
You can be gentle and caring with him, recognizing your close relationship, how much the two of you have in common and how much he's been hurt and needs healing… You can comfort MC, help build him back up, and slowly bring him back to his old self—or, maybe, something better, kinder, and more human. You can give him a reason not just to survive, but to live.
Or… Well, you can also take advantage of MC's sorry state, make him your bitch, and get some hands-on, spicy revenge for a lifetime of competitive struggle and all the triumph and humiliation—as well as his more recent arrogance and assholery.
Perhaps ideally, you can do both! After all, it's no fun to break something that's already destroyed. Both of you will probably enjoy rebuilding a relationship far more if MC isn't a lonely, depressed, broken mess. There's a place for him at your side now, but maybe he has to earn it, by truly showing his remorse for his recent behavior, and proving to you one more time that he's worthy of being counted in the same league as YC.
It's all up to you, anyways: MC has been brought down from the heights all the way to the ground before you. How will you handle this Fallen Star?
(No longer looking for this one—keeping it around for ideas though.)
The world is a brutal, violent place. Always has been, always will be. Crowded with feuding races (elves, dwarves, man, and so on), monsters, and demons of all sorts, metal clashes on metal and spell bursts against spell constantly, filling the wide valleys with smoke and blood. Indeed, it seems to be the grim fate of all souls to suffer, and then expire.
In this benighted world, you in particular have a problem: you have something people want. Whether by birth, by wealth, by magical skill or by dumb luck, you have found yourself ennobled, thrust into that higher realm of command and grace that is definitionally the privilege of the few over the many. Though it grants you legal authority and places you at the top of the rigid hierarchy of this world's society, it also puts a gigantic target on your back—both for lower-class scoundrels eager to separate you from your authority, your wealth, your virginity, and/or your life, AND for those at or above your station who see you as a threat to their own place atop the lifeboat of power and privilege.
In this dark time, however, you have a fearsome and loyal protector: your guard dog, Caderyn.
Caderyn is a muscle-bound brute of a man, a fighter, clad in beaten and tarnished chainmail and with a huge shining greatsword strapped across his back. His features are somewhat doglike (possibly from a species of humanity with these characteristics): prominent canine teeth with a nose and expression reminiscent of a snarling bannedog—at least, not when looking at you, when his expression softens into that of a needy puppy. His origins are shrouded in mystery: some say he is an ex-slave who killed his master and escaped, others that he was sentenced to death for banditry but was exiled instead of killed at the last moment by a sympathetic noble. Even the spymasters you are acquainted with have a hard time pinning him down.
Regardless, you know exactly when you met Caderyn: he saved your life. A troop of hired killers had ambushed you in the forest while you travelled on business, overpowering and slaying your guards before turning on you. Luckily, it was Caderyn who stepped out from the shadows and slaughtered every last one of the attackers, all before they could lay a single finger on your person. Right then, he knelt down before you in the pools of blood he left behind, and pledged his loyalty to you. Choosing not to look a gift dog in the mouth—or, perhaps, fearful of what this strange blood-spattered brute would do if you rejected him—you brought Caderyn into your entourage as a life guard.
True to his word, he has served you loyally: a bit too loyally, as it turns out, as Caderyn appears to have no problem threatening those he sees as a danger to you (even—or perhaps especially—those in high places who are dangerous to offend). Indeed, you suspect that it's only your restraint that prevents him from using his sword to bring a gory end to these dangers… Fortunately for you, the fearsome rage with which Caderyn guards you is matched by the obedience and affection he has for you personally. Like an eager hound, Caderyn happily hangs on your every command: cooking, cleaning, delivering messages and parcels for you, taking care of any sicknesses or wounds, and most especially providing close companionship (and, if you are so bold, perhaps he could provide you with sexual satisfaction as well…).
So many questions remain. What is the cause of his singular devotion to you? Is it love, is it lust, is it the simple need for a purpose no matter what that may be? Does he have other obligations he is not telling you about? Or perhaps, does he know something about your place in this world that you do not? And, most importantly, how will your own ambitions impact how he sees you…?
Regardless of how you find these answers, you know you'll have your guard dog by your side.
In this benighted world, you in particular have a problem: you have something people want. Whether by birth, by wealth, by magical skill or by dumb luck, you have found yourself ennobled, thrust into that higher realm of command and grace that is definitionally the privilege of the few over the many. Though it grants you legal authority and places you at the top of the rigid hierarchy of this world's society, it also puts a gigantic target on your back—both for lower-class scoundrels eager to separate you from your authority, your wealth, your virginity, and/or your life, AND for those at or above your station who see you as a threat to their own place atop the lifeboat of power and privilege.
In this dark time, however, you have a fearsome and loyal protector: your guard dog, Caderyn.
Caderyn is a muscle-bound brute of a man, a fighter, clad in beaten and tarnished chainmail and with a huge shining greatsword strapped across his back. His features are somewhat doglike (possibly from a species of humanity with these characteristics): prominent canine teeth with a nose and expression reminiscent of a snarling bannedog—at least, not when looking at you, when his expression softens into that of a needy puppy. His origins are shrouded in mystery: some say he is an ex-slave who killed his master and escaped, others that he was sentenced to death for banditry but was exiled instead of killed at the last moment by a sympathetic noble. Even the spymasters you are acquainted with have a hard time pinning him down.
Regardless, you know exactly when you met Caderyn: he saved your life. A troop of hired killers had ambushed you in the forest while you travelled on business, overpowering and slaying your guards before turning on you. Luckily, it was Caderyn who stepped out from the shadows and slaughtered every last one of the attackers, all before they could lay a single finger on your person. Right then, he knelt down before you in the pools of blood he left behind, and pledged his loyalty to you. Choosing not to look a gift dog in the mouth—or, perhaps, fearful of what this strange blood-spattered brute would do if you rejected him—you brought Caderyn into your entourage as a life guard.
True to his word, he has served you loyally: a bit too loyally, as it turns out, as Caderyn appears to have no problem threatening those he sees as a danger to you (even—or perhaps especially—those in high places who are dangerous to offend). Indeed, you suspect that it's only your restraint that prevents him from using his sword to bring a gory end to these dangers… Fortunately for you, the fearsome rage with which Caderyn guards you is matched by the obedience and affection he has for you personally. Like an eager hound, Caderyn happily hangs on your every command: cooking, cleaning, delivering messages and parcels for you, taking care of any sicknesses or wounds, and most especially providing close companionship (and, if you are so bold, perhaps he could provide you with sexual satisfaction as well…).
So many questions remain. What is the cause of his singular devotion to you? Is it love, is it lust, is it the simple need for a purpose no matter what that may be? Does he have other obligations he is not telling you about? Or perhaps, does he know something about your place in this world that you do not? And, most importantly, how will your own ambitions impact how he sees you…?
Regardless of how you find these answers, you know you'll have your guard dog by your side.
More large plots coming soon—stay tuned!
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