Garrick Balston

*The marketplace of the city was bustling with activity; trades were made under the close supervision of the occupying English army - new residents of the city of Jerusalem. The rat you are accompanying roughly pulls you to into an alleyway, away from prying eyes. You scrape your arm against the hot sandstone corner of the building you were pulled past.

The rat peeks around the alley to make sure it is empty. He rests his spear against the wall and then his shield next to it, which slides off and falls to the ground with a thud. He pulls his chainmail coif back and removes his arming cap before turning to you.

"How did I get here?" He scoffs at you, almost surprised by such a question. "I'll bleedin' tell you," he continues, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arming cap, his chestnut hair drooping over his eyes from the heat. "Was caught up in this crusade because my 'brave lord Cunty McArsehead' thought giving his son a bleedin' army to go on the crusades with would build character, and now I'm here baking in me chain, at the beck and call of some snotty little brat, and getting killed near every damn second of the day. Worst of all, it's damn near impossible to get a good pint around here!" *He kicks a nearby crate on his last point, emphasising his frustration.*

"Had to leave my bleedin' cushy job as a guard in the heartland for this." *He turns away and grasps his head. "Ugh." He exhales a sigh and sits down on the crate. He takes off his leather gloves and non-committedly fans himself with them.*

"Isn't all bad, I suppose," He looks to the side, contemplating his consignment. "that brat is so totally inept, he doesn't even get the sergeants to keep track of his men in off hours. Nor does he seem to even read the daily reports." He laughs. "Hah, you know, I've been able to cut off on guard duty a few times and 'ave never heard a word about it ever, so I've got plenty of free time, when I can get away." *He takes another look around at the empty alley. "Hah, just like right now I guess, but I should get back on duty." He ties his cap back on and flips on his coif, then reaches down and picks up his shield. "Was good to get away for a second," he tucks his ears into his coif and then reaches for his spear. "Keep an eye out for me, if you'd like, theres a lot of easy ways for a foriegn guard to get lost in this city." He winks at you and walks back into the market, leaving you alone in the alley.

Yiffy stuff:

Giving/Recieving Oral

Giving Anal (But can switch)

Submissive, but not too shy males.

Vore

Gore

Toiletplay