Drace Nazar ~Demon of lust/desire ~Open universe OC, fandom flexible ~Pansexual ~Several thousand years old ~Fluent in many languages ~Shameless flirt; considerate of relationships but still flirts playfully ~Respectful of boundaries ~Tough exterior, secret softie at heart

The heat and *power* of Yosuke coursed through his wrists as each of his shackles were decimated. He saw though, once he acknowledged his freedom, how depleted the blonde looked. "Hey? Are you okay?" he asked, instinctive putting his stromng arm around Yosuke's shoulder to hold him up.

The guards all held up their hands, some dropping their weapons, as they hurried to leave. They knew when a fight was lost - especially with the man paying them dead on the ground. Samson struggled to catch his breath as the dust settled - him chained and the beautiful snake man looking triumphant.

Samson gasped as their captor's life ended rapidly in front of his eyes. All the colour drained from the old man's face, and the snake seemed to look gleeful as he unwrapped himself from the dead body which slumped to the floor. He *really* hoped the snake would remember that he was just as much +

*What the fuck??* Samson looked on in astonishment as an almighty snake appeared beside him. How could it be? If that was really his cellmate now free of his shackles and slithering to send the fearsome guards into panic mode, he stood no chance of making it out alive.

With a click of his fingers, Master Farr seemed to summon an overwhelming amount of guards who filed into the small cell - at least thirty within the confines of the room and more waiting outside. They came with such force that both chained men had no option but to back into the far wall of the +

Samson wished he had the fire of his fellow captive. He was more like ice - frozen as this old man pawed at him, his face curling into a snarl as Yosuke (or Kenneth, Samson wasn't sure) listed all the things he wouldn't do for him. "Oh no, you're too precious to do any of those, sweet petal. +

But the older man had good reflexes, and turned his face just in time for the clear spit to fly past his face and hit the wall behind him with a whimper. "Tut tut. That's not the kind of behaviour we like to see Yosuke. Big Samson here is being much better behaved." Samson seized up as the man +

"Now, there's no need for that attitude *Yosuke*..." he purred, stepping closer and stroking the blonde's cheek with a single finger. Samson looked over, confused. 'Yosuke'? Was that a name given by Master Farr? By the look on his cellmate's face, the choice of name seemed to have struck a chord.

"Oh yes," the man said in a sickly sweet voice. "Very pretty indeed..." Samson's skin crawled at the man's words and the way his eyes lingered over his and Kenneth's bodies. "It's been quite the ordeal to acquire you both, but now you're safe. And all mine to possess. You may call me Master Farr."

The footsteps came to a stop outside the cell door, but it was too dark to see who stood on the other side. Samson's heart raced as keys jangled and then metal ground against metal as a long key was inserted into a lock. With a full rotation, a metal latch opened. The young man backed away as +

Okay... Friendliness had *not* served him well in this hellish situation. Kenneth had an attitude as sharp as his taut cheekbones and sculpted body it seemed. He was about to retort something, *anything* to try regain some control over his life when he was distracted by the sound of heavy +

A deep wrinkle appeared above Samson's nose. "But... we've ended up in the same situation... Chained up in a cell. Whatever issue they have with you, they must have with me too, right?"

"Sp-spies?" he stuttered, turning his hulking frame as far as his chains would let him to look at his fellow captive. His bare broad chest rose and fell with panic, hoping beyond hope that this wasn't as bad as it appeared to be.

"Oh..." he said, starting to get worried now. There was just the two of them in the room - a small round cell with a heavy barred door at the far side from them. "Did you... wake up here too?"

"Samson," he said quickly, not *quite* receiving the friendly energy he'd sent in return. "D-do you know where we are? And... why...?" he asked, indicating to their shackles. He had no memory to explain why he'd woken up here after walking down a lane and then the world going black...

@sublimeobitus.bsky.social Samson looked down at the man next to him, wearing the same heavy irons around his ankles and wrists as he did. "Hey there," he said with a small smile, trying to make their... difficult situation as friendly as possible.

@exorciseandconsume.bsky.social He gave the man a nod as he entered, ensuring his posture was straight and his hands firmly placed behind his back. “Good evening, Sir.”

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He looked down at his feet, knowing Scott was right: he *would* be good on the football team. But… “I’m not allowed to play sports… It’s a distraction from serving my master.”

@alandofmyown.bsky.social Samson and his father were twenty days into their journey back to Egypt. They’d come east on their camel, hoping to make good profits on new and unusual spices from the trading hub in smaller villages and towns, but were returning not much richer than they’d left. They +

"To get him out of trouble? Or to own him yourself?" he snarled. What was the bar customer doing, Samson worried, but kept his posture straight and his face as free of panic as he could.

"What?" the master snapped, his crooked yellow teeth showing as he snarled. Samson was even more confused, as his master tightened his grip on him, and the bar's customer bore his eyes into his.

Samson's jaw locked tight as his master turned and gazed up at him, running his hands up and down his bicep. "Was the customer bothering you, my pet?" The slave shook his head. He didn't want any trouble.

Suddenly, a gruff older man came stomping from within the building to behind the bar, planting himself next to Samson, placing a possessive hand on his arm. "What's this your spouting? About 'fairness'?" he asked, demanding rather than inquisitive.

"Some dancers came and performed that kind of dance - with fans - at one of Master Potiphar's dinners. I thought it was beautiful."

"I'm awful at dancing," he said with a chuckle. "Ain't nothing graceful about this body of mine. But I love to watch people dancing."

Samson cocked his eyebrow, intrigued more than ever by the mysterious figure. "No need to be sorry. If you ain't good with people, I'm sure there's lots of other things you *are* good at."

"No," he said with a shake of his head, leaning down to the burlpa sack with the planks. "I'm here to get this job done for you. Then I can get out of your hair, like you want me to." He didn't mean it cruelly. He had simply read Tomio's coldness... his awkwardness as a wish to be rid of Samson.

"Aye, sir. No point wasting what little time I have." He took a friendly step towards Tomio, closing the gap between them. "And that's why I should get to tending to your wood, isn't it?"

He chuckled. "I certainly seem to smile more than other people who have their own free will..." He was teasing. Sure, sometimes he was made to do things he'd rather not do. But Tomio claimed to be able to do whatever he wanted, and yet he didn't seem very happy at all.

He shrugged. "As I say, not a lot I can do about it."

"Don't have much choice in the matter... What's the point in grumbling? What do you do that's so much better than working hard and being rewarded for it?"

"Yes," he said plainly. "I'm a slave. Is that a problem?"

"In food and a place to sleep, sure," he said, nose wrinkling.

"My Ma was sold when I was in her belly, so yeah. I was born in service," he said, lightly, without any pity for himself.

"Master Potiphar says I'm mature because I've been working hard for so many years... Says it's one of the things he admires about me.'

“Older than me,” he grinned. “I’m only 22, so you've lived more life than me. Guess that’s why I was drawn to help you.” He would make jokes that Tomio *was* old, but he guessed that wouldn’t go down well with the man who wore a cloak of seriousness.

"I love old things," Samson said with an easy smile, allowing himself a moment to rest before laying down the new floor boards. "So much history; so many stories."

He nodded, wiping his brow. “ ’fraid so, sir,” he said. “But it’ll be a great entryway once I’ve got the new boards done. Some of this wood looks hundreds of years old!”

The rot had spread further than Tomio would have seen with a quick glance, and Samson had to pull up at least sixteen floor boards. It was sweaty work, and he soon had a healthy gleam on his broad, bare chest.

“Pleasure!” he said, getting to work straight away, pulling out the hammer and using the end to yank up the rotten boards.

"Oh no, sir! I couldn't ask that of you when you're paying for a service. You put your feet up and I'll have this done in no time."