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Post by tyrone darren sheffler on Apr 7, 2010 2:45:58 GMT -5
The boy seemed to calm slightly but Tyrone couldn't be sure. He smiled as the slave enquired if his virginal status was alright and raising a hand to brush against the side of Leone's face, he smiled at him, nodding his head.
"It is better than alright" which in Tyrone's view it was, the boy came free of STD's and baggage relating to old partners which was always good. Tyrone unfortunately had baggage a mile long, enough ex's coming out of the woodwork when he least wanted them too or least expected them too. With a sigh and tenderly kissing his slave once more, he pushed himself from the wall releasing Leone from his grip.
"You best freshen yourself up there" he grinned as he straightened his own clothing and inhaled deeply. The day had turned out completely different to what he had expected it too but that wasn't a bad thing at all. He had a new slave, a downright cute one to boot and one who save for Tyrone had been untouched. Rummaging around in his back pocket he took out a key and pressed it into Leone's hand. From his bag tossed to the ground and fairly forgotten about, he retrieved a pen and a shred of paper on which he wrote an address. Passing it to his slave he waited for him to take it.
"I want you to come to that address, if not today then no later than the day after tomorrow. Understood? It should give you enough time to say your farewells to your family and get your things sorted. You'll be living with me from now on in" he winked picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Reaching up he patted Leone's cheek, unable to contain the smile that sat so easily on his own equally adorable features.
"We'll have lots of fun, you and I" and with that he walked away. Back across the courtyard to the parking lot, pressing the button on his set of keys and opening his car door. Flinging in his bag and sitting behind the wheel, musing to himself about his new slave and how for the first time in what seemed like forever, someone had managed to make him feel something other than pure lust. Granted he had felt that too but he had also shown a level of compassion he hadn't shown to any guy or girl in a while. With these thoughts racing through him, he started the engine of the car and drove home to Vienna's house.
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Post by leone michelangelo moretti on Apr 7, 2010 15:57:35 GMT -5
To Leone, Ty already seemed like an expert sexually, he figured they had gone as far as they would as master and slave inside the cove, simply because he was never touched like this, and never saw himself as desirable. The boy desperately tried to reach an optimistic side to himself, hoping foolishly that he'd never be touched underneath his clothing as long as he begged his master not to as he did that day. For a moment he stared down at his own body, curious and wondering about his physical appearance. He had always been insecure, thought himself neither ugly nor beautiful, but something nobody would waste a double-take on. With a scowl he sucked in his chest, suddenly aware and frustrated with the scars and bruises that riddled his body. He had never been angry with them before... knew that they would eventually fade or heal, so why was he suddenly desiring perfection? Did he somehow care about the way Ty thought about him? No, it couldn't be! He had been humiliated and ashamed... so why did the opinion of his master's matter to him at all...
"Freshen? ... oh," with another slight glare and still a flush on his cheeks from that tender kiss, the slave smoothed down his own shirt and checked on the fastenings of his pants, eager to leave and be able to wash his face, mouth, and especially his hands. He didn't feel as dirty and wrong as he did before, in fact just the kisses were starting to feel right for him. That fear was subsiding quickly while the other spoke, now that the chaos was over and he was physically in control of his body once more, trying not to think of Ty's ownership over him.
Instinctively he grasped the key around his fingers, inspecting it for only a moment until he stepped forward to watch curiously as the other searched for something. Cocking an eyebrow, Leone listened hard and gave his master back a hesitant nod. With once more shaking fingers he stuffed the paper into his pocket without even looking on it, his mind suddenly twisted on the thought of 'saying farewells' to his family... a family full of homophobic masters. "Y-Yes," he whispered hoarsely, the word barely escaping his lips.
Wide-eyes stared back at Ty, a forced smile on his pinks lips. The boy didn't respond, and didn't even leave the alcove any time after his master did. Instead he watched the other leave with a rush of confusion... he was supposed to hate someone like that, his first master, his first kiss and possibly soon the boy who'd take his virginity. But why did he feel a painful loneliness when the other left?
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