THE Citadel Slave

Hey, Bossman! Just wanted to say Happy Birthday, old man.

Dear Secret Santa,

That is just the most awesomest gift ever. No lie. Thank you so much for this. Should you be inclined to reveal your true identity, meet me at the Magic Castle entrance this Friday. Come dressed for the club. I'll be there at 7:30, but I'll only wait thirty minutes. You know, just in case traffic sucks.

Hope you had a very Merry Christmas.

Christian Bale (bales) visits Stuart Townsend (citadel_stuart) in London, then buys him a collar. A few days later, they discuss the rules. Happens the week of November 8, 2010.


It's actually more than a little strange, having someone else in his flat.  Waking up with Christian all tangled up with him, having someone there to talk to, planning meals... all the little things that he's never, ever had to do.  It even took a bit for Stuart to figure out that it was okay for it to go silent now and again.  He's figured that out, but it still makes him feel weird.  Lunch is a simple thing today... salad and sandwiches.  He's replaced his dishes, actually purchased two chairs for the dining room table instead of his usual one, and there's more food in the fridge than he typically buys in a month.  He's humming quietly to himself as he works, the collar a comfortable, warm weight around his neck.

Christian watches him from the kitchen table, a small smile on his face.  Stuart seems content, peaceful, two things Christian was worried he'd never manage.  He walks across the room, leans against the counter, and watches Stuart for a moment before softly saying ( 'You look happy.' )

Christian Bale (bales) and Stuart Townsend (citadel_stuart) go collar shopping. Happened the week of November 8, 2010.


"This one's kinda nice," Stuart murmurs, fingering one of the many collars on display. Lunch had been, as usual for the club, absolutely delicious. And despite the earlier conversation - something that would have normally stolen Stuart's appetite completely - he'd eaten quite well. Now, collar shopping, something Stuart had never expected to be doing in his life unless it was for something casual like what he'd shared with James, his stomach full of good food, a supply of condoms waiting to be used, he's not nearly as nervous as he'd thought he'd be.

"Yeah," Christian agrees.  "I've always liked the Talena steel collars," he adds, gesturing to the nearby display case.  "The curve looks comfortable, but they'd probably get cold easily.  And I don't want to get something that'll be in the way while you're working."

( I had no idea collar shopping would be so... arousing. )

Ladies and gentlemen of LA, for your personal pleasure, I have relocated. I am now available either through the club or by personal contact.

London, I haven't forgotten you. I can still travel, so don't feel left out.

Goodbye rain, hello earthquakes.

To: cassidyhaley
From: citadel_stuart
Subject: Reasons

Fine. Email's better than spamming the journal, anyways. Easier, too. Need someone to talk to, anyway.

Got a collar. That's the reason.

[current]

( Coach from London to LA has to be the worst torture known to man )

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[players only - takes place after the Halloween Ball, will be backdated]

( Having made sure everything is running smoothly with the ball and carnival, Louis leaves a last few orders with security and the head concierge before calling it a night. He glances at his watch as he heads for his quarters. It's halfway to morning but things will keep going for a couple of hours yet and there's no guarantee Stuart will be waiting for him. )

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[locked to Citadel members]

Every now and again, a person just has to pack up and go somewhere new. I'm not sure that means stuff a few changes of clothing in a backpack and walk, but hey. That's what worked for me. And it's amazing, the places you can get to like that.

I didn't walk all the way around the world, mind you, but I did walk a lot. And hitch-hiked. Flew. Sailed. Rode a bike. A horse. Hell, I even rode a mule. And I saw the most beautiful places, the most amazing things.

As fun as it was, it's good to be back home. At first it felt weird, not having work to do. I got used to that, though. I thought maybe it would feel just as weird, returning to work. But it doesn't.

Sirs and Ma'ams, please excuse my extended absence. I'm home now, and ready to resume my duties, if any of you will have me.

[private]

( Not drunk enough )

[players only - follows directly after this New York bar

( You ready to hurt, my pet? )

[private]

Start spreading the news. And all that jazz. What the hell am I doing in New York?

James' note didn't sound like a request. Sounded like an order to me. Mmm, gives me goosebumps. I think I should probably charge him for this one, though. I mean, while I'm in New York for him, I'm not earning my keep back home, right?

Fuck it, I can take a short holiday.

I wonder what he wants. Well, me. Obviously. But still.

Hell with it. I'll find out this evening. Right now... there's sight-seeing to be done.

Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind a little jazz right now. It's New York. Someone must be playing jazz somewhere.

[players only]

( You again. )

[handwritten journal entry]

( Jude Law )

[players only - happens after the bar]

( I want to feel your fingers, Stuart. Undress me. )

To: _judelaw
From: citadel_stuart
Subject: Re: I was wondering ...

It's the thought that counts, right? And I do appreciate the thought. A lot. Thank you.

I'd be more than pleased to see you again. Have a specific day in mind? A time? A place? Something you'd like to see me in? Or out? Your wish is my command, and I do so adore obeying commands. ;)

Stuart

[private]

Saw Billy tonight. I haven't seen that one in a good long while. Guess he didn't see me, though. Not surprising, since he was with someone. He was wearing a collar, too. Not just a scening collar, either. Looked real pretty.

Guess he found someone to keep him. I'm glad for that.

Met this abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous deaf guy, too. Too bad he's a sub. I'd do him free of charge, damn. I should take a refresher course in sign language.

Also saw James and Ewan. Well... did more than see 'em. Heh. They're pretty deep in it with each other. It's cute, really.

They tied me down over the table. Got a bit of a beating out of that. Enough to ache nicely. Bit Ewan's cock without meaning to. Maybe I ought to go to Sarlat for refresher courses, too.

I'm getting a little worried about James, though. The way he looks at me, touches me.... Hell, he even tried that making love stuff a while ago. What I can't figure out is why. I mean, he's got Ewan. I'm just an in-house slave. I'm here to be used, abused, fucked and beaten.

I think maybe he's getting the wrong idea. Maybe I shouldn't have stopped charging him.

Henry's got someone now, too. Oded. He's so in love he's flippin' terrified. Poor kid. Says Oded is real understanding about his job. But I wonder how long Henry will be understanding about it.

That kid's not a lifer anyway. No more than Billy was. Not like me.

They'd better be kept happy, though, or I'll have to start a hit list.

[players only, though anyone in the hall that day would have seen them talking - will be backdated]


( We haven't met. )

"Hello, Sir. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. It's starting to pick up again now that the holidays are over. But I've got Wednesday free. Made sure of it, just for you. What time and where? And have you got any preference on how I should dress? Looking forward to it."

Sir--

Thank you for the gift. That's certainly a lovely sight. I'm sorry I don't have a gift for you in return, but I don't typically celebrate holidays.

Tell you what - name a day, time and place. Anything goes. Absolutely anything at all. I'll even wear a bow.

Hope your Christmas was good.


Stuart