Post by Francis Fabulous on Oct 1, 2013 16:20:48 GMT -5
"YOU MUST BE THIS NAKED TO ENTER" These were the words written under a picture of a man and woman standing next to each other, both in rather revealing udnerwear. Under that, were the words "Complete nakedness preferred, but not compulsory." Given the club's theme, this was hardly surprising. After all, this was going to be a gathering of sexual deviants, each of whom took pleasure in being hurt. And it was the real kind of being hurt as well - not just a light spanking, but being hit so hard sitting down began to hurt like the fury of a thousand plugs.
Go into the room, and you would find that it wasn’t anything particularly special. A polished wooden floor, some informative posters, a ring of chairs, and a table with some pamphlets off to the side. And at one end, with his legs crossed in such a way that it was difficult to tell whether he was covering his crotch or not, was Francis Fabulous – the club’s founder, and self-appointed president. His face frozen in what appeared to be a permanent smirk, he sat in front of an interactive whiteboard, the words “COMPLIMENTARY RIDING CROP FOR FIRST-TIME MEMBERS” displayed on it in the digital equivalent of red marker pen. “Welcome!” He called, as the door opened. “Please, have a seat. If you need somewhere to put your clothes, we have trunks in the corner.”
Lux had heard some strange things while working the night before. Strange people came into some of Blood's clubs, and with them came strange news. Finally some of this weird as fuck news actually interested Lux more than a few minutes. there was a masochist club springing up. What was even weirder was that Blood wasn't the owner or founder. He was halfway sure his employer would have made one of those already, but the world was full of surprises wasn't it? Lux had called in 'sick' for the next few nights after he heard of this grand club, positive that he needed to be a part of it. He had never heard of such a thing, and he was very interested in the activities that would be going on in this club.
He hadn't really expected any certain kind of standards. As it turned out he was overdressed. He found the right building, but he couldn't enter it. not yet at least. He was reading over the sign, languages mixing up in his head since he knew bits and pieces of nearly everything. He wasn't sure what it said for a good few minutes. Lux was just standing there and staring at it. He finally got it all worked out though and in a matter of seconds his clothes were stripped away save for his underwear. He wasn't going to get arrested for indecency. Those could just come of inside. Lux didn't really think about it, but he just left his clothes lying on the sidewalk. They would be there when he left right? If not then did he really think he would need them? With luck he would just be naked later on with somebody else.
He finally made his way inside, noting the chairs that were set up. It was hard to really pay attention to that though with the man who was already there. Lux didn't really like his face... or what he had on his face. He gave the man a bit of a look. That must have been the person who put all of this together. Men in weird masks or men with hats were always behind that kind of stuff. He didn't act too much on his lack of attraction though. The body was nice so that was good. He could probably look and not kill himself. So he went and took his own seat, reading the whiteboard, or trying to. Damn these organizers and not just saying things out loud. Well he was sure it would be explained, so Lux just went to move around a bulge in his underwear, which was not something perverted. He needed his barber razor with him. There was only one place left to put it. Even then the thing barely fit due to his tight choice of undergarments. He got everything arranged and took his seat, looking around. surely more people were going to be showing up.
Yori was dressed entirely in nothing but a pair of combat boots and his coat. Of course, he didn't count the eyepatch or various bandages around his body as clothing considering they covered up nothing important. While he was walking to the meeting for masochists, which apparently was a thing now, he made sure to keep his coat zipped. He was in his gigai, so the creeps around could easily see him and likely follow him if they got a good look.
Yori didn't want creeps following him there, but he wouldn't mind if they followed him out. Hell, someone could follow him all the way to Spain to force themselves on him and he'd be perfectly fine with that, but he had to keep focused until this placed checked out and cleared. He wasn't sure if it was a trap or not. A meet up of all the masochists? How come it was only happening now and hadn't happened before? Because it was a trap. Simple.
Yori arrived inside of the designated location, taking note of the people in there. The man in front... he didn't even know what to say to him, about, or anything. He stirred up all sorts of confusing thoughts in Yori's mind, and not the sexy kind either that he preferred either. However he saw how optional clothing was in the meeting. Very optional, apparently. That made things even better. He was glad he didn't under sress for the occasion. Yori opened up his coat, exposing his frontal region to everyone around, and decided to look for a place to sit. He didn't bother trying to read the whiteboard, simply because he was sure the man in the front would say whatever it was soon enough.
Yori decided to sit next to a white haired guy simply because he wanted to play with his hair. However, the hair playing could wait. He heard the welcomes and all, but there was a more important question to be answered. Yori however was going to have a seat and wait to see where this all went before asking. The meeting just started, so it was bound to be tossed around sooner or later.
Post by Francis Fabulous on Oct 4, 2013 17:07:23 GMT -5
Francis watched as two people entered, though in all honesty, he was a little disappointed. Not at the fact that the turnout was so low – he did not exactly expect there to be a big one. In fact, he thought this to be a generous amount of people to actually attend the meeting. No, the problem lay in the attitudes of the people who walked in. It obviously took them some degree of nerve-steeling to actually go through the door with their kit off, but if he was honest, he had expected a little more enthusiasm from them. Still, he did not complain, keeping his delighted expression plastered over his masked mug.
Taking two riding crops from a case next to him, after an appropriate amount of time, Francis stood up, and then spoke, his pouch leaving little to the imagination. He spoke with conviction, and he spoke with confidence. He also spoke without a microphone, but given the amount of people in the vicinity and the size of the room they were in, such a device would not be necessary. “Welcome!” He said, in the exceedingly camp voice that he was known for in Las Noches. “Welcome, to the first meeting of out little Masochist club. I’d like to thank you both for coming today. As first-time members, you each get a free riding crop – made of some fine leather. I should know – I’ve felt it enough times.”
Francis giggled quietly at this, but promptly gathered himself before he went off-track. “Now, I know what you may be thinking – that this is a trap. Well, dearies, I can assure you that it’s not. I can swear this on my pouch. This is, as you can probably guess, a meeting for us masochists, who turn pain into the most extraordinary pleasure. Society mocks us, and our factions reject us, save for the few that accept – or even embrace – our preferences. They all look down upon us, seeing us as depraved – but here, you are safe. Here, you can be what you want.”
“Anyway, hammy speeches aside, welcome. To start off our little meeting, perhaps we should introduce ourselves. I am Francis Fabulous – an Arrancar, and I have quite the sadist for a master. Don’t introduce yourself if you don’t want to –we can continue our activities with anonymous members, as long as their actions stay within the rules.”
Not that many people were showing up. That seemed a bit weird to Lux. Perhaps news just hadn't spread as much as it should have. That was about the only thing he could think of. Somehow he had heard about it though. People were just chickens then. It was a suspicious club and if the man with the weird mask had been the one to tell them.. well then Lux could understand some apprehension. People like that were often associated with pretty bad labels. Lux wasn't about to judge the creeper level of that man though. He doubted he really had the right to. He only broke into people's homes and gathered every ounce of information he could on them before forcing himself on them. He was probably more dangerous than butterfly man.
The one other person that did show up had taken the naked sign to heart. There were bandages all around his body though. Did that count as being naked? Lux wasn't really sure. He was pretty sure this guy wasn't shy though. He chose the seat right next to Lux despite all of the other open seats in the meeting. Lux was pretty good looking and all that. He hadn't expected company so soon though. He glanced over to the purple haired man, shooting him a smile to be nice. He missed his other purple haired friend he had met a while back. He couldn't find the 'cat' anywhere after that. He had a thing for guys with purple hair now. Needless to say he wasn't against this man sitting so close to them. They even had a common interest.
Before he could get out a greeting though, the organizer of the club's event took the floor. He got Lux's attention for the most part. He had it fully when he mentioned the riding crop. So that was what the sign had been about. That was good to know. He couldn't possibly regret coming here now. He sat there an listened to the ongoing speech. It was very motivational. It had nothing to do with why Lux had come here, but it was moving none the less. Maybe now the acceptance had a role in his attendance... a small one. The important thing was it was there, right? The man introduced himself next, and that caught Lux by surprise a bit. He wasn't even going to ask how an arrancar had gotten a place rented or gotten the word out. He just decided the man was talented like that, or something. Maybe that was why this meeting wasn't too crowded.
"Rules?" he questioned quietly, not really sure what those rules were. No one had given him a rule book on his way in. Lux just shrugged. He was sure that if it was really that important it would be explained. He stood up from his street, waving to all of the two people in the room. "I'm Lux Abia, you can call me whatever you want really though. Just a normal human though, but my boss is quite the fellow, so I can't say I'm that bad off" His introduction wasn't flashy or anything. He hadn't prepared a big speech or anything. He wasn't anything flashy like an arrancar either. Well at least he was damn pretty. That confidence in mind he took his seat once more, glancing over to the man that was sitting next to him. It was his turn.
(fuck you, still replying to this!) Yori didn't expect the meeting to start up so soon, considering there was hardly anyone there. If this was a trap, it was an oddly bad one. Although the man leading this meeting seemed to want to give everyone a riding crop. Yori wasn't sure he wanted it, though. This man said he had felt it many times, which was unclear to Yori. Had he felt the exact same one, or did he mean ones similar to the one he had? Either way, he was't taking it. Those things just weren't his thing.
Yori listened to the leader's speech about how society looked down upon them and junk like that, and it all seemed like complete bullshit. He was almost certain that this guy was saying these things just to be an ass, but then he realized he actually believed in this stuff. Yori looked at the man he sat next to, to checkif he was buying into it.. and he was. Yori supposed he just wasn't as enthusiastic as these two were on the subject, but he supposed he just wasn't the type to be overly happy or amused by small things like this.
Thankfully he was reassured it wasn't a trap. It made Yori kind of skeptical of the man, though. A mind reader, perhaps? There was no way he could read his skepticism in his blank expression. He didn't want to question what made him think others would think that way. For all Yori knew, this man thought the same as he did. However, he quickly stopped thinking that almost as soon as he started, because the man introduced himself... in a far too flamboyant way. There was no way they had a similar thought process.
Although, apparently there were rules that he and this other man had to obey, which he hadn't really cared much to read.. or even look for. When did they start with the fun stuff? Not now, apparently. It was time for introductions. The leader was an arrancar named Francis... Fabulous.. Which was quite the unfortunate last name. At least he was happy with his master sitaution. Yori wasn't judging him for his unfortunate last name. He turned to the other man making his introduction. He was jut a normal human named Lux Abia, which wasn't as strange a name as the previous one. Yori didn't feel like wasting any more time. "Yori Tamotsu. Visored. No master or affiliation." Yori peered at Lux, then at Francis, curious as to what would be happening in this meeting or club. "Does the fun start now?" His question may have come off as rude, buthe didn't want to seem that way. His monotonous voice and blank expression might say he was bored, but that wasn't true. In fact, he was eager to get it all started.
Post by Francis Fabulous on Nov 24, 2013 18:04:21 GMT -5
Before he could waffle further, Francis noted that one of the few members who actually bothered to show up was getting rather impatient. he saw his point, though. He knew he was rambling on a bit, and the only reason people would turn up is because they wanted to get their fix of pain. Though his expression had a twinge of dejectedness to it, there was no denying the spring in his step as he waltzed over to a spot on the wall, and placed his hand over it. He began giggling a little, at the thought of what was going to happen.
"Gentlemen... Behold!" Francis, not wanting to delay it any further, slid back part of the wall, revealing a switch. At first glance, it appeared to be an ordinary light switch, though the fact that it was hidden raised some questions. One of them being what it actually did - which was revealed moments later, when he flipped it, and part of the floor began to slide back as well. All that was missing was some grand music, and a bright light emanating from the stairs that had now revealed themselves. What was behind it had taken Francis ages to prepare, but he stood with pride in his eyes, as the reveal was made.
Because, at the end of the flight of steps, was a dungeon filled with all sorts of wondrous goodies. Toys especially made for the more durable being, machines and chairs fixed in all manner of positions, even a sound system - what purpose that served was unclear, but Francis decided he'd find a use for it later. "This is the fun part!" He shouted, his voice echoing off of the walls. "All of this, for this day! Toys, seats, cages, machines, everything! Even a load of open space, if you need it! Now then - I'm going to need a volunteer from the audience."
The other man introduced himself, a rather short introduction, but it was still an introduction. What he said after was what got more of Lux's attention. Finally some one asked the golden question of the hour. Meeting people was cool and all, but it wasn't exactly the exciting shit he had been expecting at a meeting about their... personal preferences. He looked to butterfly man, preferring to call him that as opposed the he ridiculous name that could in no way be his given name. Something had to change in the next few seconds, or he was getting up and leaving with the good looking guy next to him in tow.
The man delivered, or started to deliver. He pulled back a curtain and there was a sketchy light switch. A thousand ideas ran through his head. They ranged from a switch that lowered a disco ball all the way to a switch that would set off nuclear bombs in every country, effectively starting the apocalypse. The reality of it lied somewhere in the middle of those two idea, but he was still pretty sure something was going to explode.. if you caught his drift. All kinds of glorious items were revealed to all of the two members of this meeting. Lux couldn't stop his jaw from dropping slightly. Well, that had certainly turned this meeting around in quite the most... fabulous of ways.
He was busy picturing about two dozen different acts, not noticing that their host had been saying anything at all. He only got his attention when Lux actually looked at him by accident, and even then he wasn't sure how the man had gotten there. About that same time he asked for volunteers. There was certainly a long line to beat out. He glanced over to his purple haired competition, sizing up about how much money he had. If he seemed like a guy with a lot then Lux would give him the first go for a price. Unfortunately with the lack of clothes and the self treatment of wounds, Lux was pretty sure the man wasn't rolling in cash.
"Thousand bucks" he still offered, wanting to make sure his judgment was confirmed. He crossed his arms, waiting for some kind of reply. He didn't think about misinterpretation of his words. They could have easily been a bet for Yori to go first. He also didn't think that maybe volunteering was still dangerous. Bombs could still go ff. It could have been a perfectly schemed plot! It was so perfect that Lux was way too distracted by some certain objects to suspect these kinds of things.