Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.
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				Title: <strong>Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 02:40:34</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 23:47:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Anel_collage.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans;" class="bbc_font">"I love my room. It's obnoxious, dark and undeniably sexy... Guess why I like it so much?"<br>~*~*~*~*~*~</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><em>The first and most prominent thing one would notice upon entered the (most likely) darkest room in the Teahouse, would be the large, rectangular-shaped bed, taking pride of place int he center of the fairly spacious room. Queen sized and covered in several layers of silken black fabrics, it is as exquisite as the pleasure it promises to those who fall upon it's covers and a positive mountain of metallic silver pillows line the ornate headboard; decorated in elegant swirls and spirals, almost mirroring a deep and angry ocean. Four posters rise from each corner; a canopy of black netting hanging over the ceiling and (should the occupants desire) around the sides to curtain the interior from outside eyes... For those who desire yet more privacy than the simple room.<br><br>Aside from the lavish bed, there lies a large dressing table in one of the four corners; it stretching almost to the ceiling and being black in color, the surface of the door covered in a long mirror. The size of the wardrobe shows clearly Anel's love for all things fine clothing-wise, and he takes great delight in showing off his vast collection of outfits; leather being the most prominent of materials, closely followed by silk and satin in an array of rich a dark colours; dark, deep plums and maroons, all to contrast the platinum blond hair of the young man.<br><br>Taking up the wall space under the room's only large window is a rather grand dressing table, complete with a three-part mirror and a scattering of personal effects upon the dresser. Various powers and perfumes make up the bulk to clutter, along with a large and clearly well-used hairbrush, however should one have the time to look closely, a small oval shaped picture frame of a mother, father and son can be seen resting against one of the mirrors. It's state is rather dusty however; giving the impression that it is not as well cared for as the makeup items close by.<br><br>Two chairs remain inside the room also; one before the dresser and another behind the door (often used to prop the wardrobe door shut on the frequent occasion that Anel becomes lazy and allows his room to become messy). Furthermore, there lies a fairly large chest hidden beneath the bed, which contains the more 'fun' and dangerous items in Anel's inventory; they are only brought out by request, or if the boy decides he has a liking for his client however...<br><br>The main colour scheme of the whole room is that of black and silver; elaborate and graceful as the boy who inhabits it... And just as harsh to those who do not appreciate it. Mirroring the night of which Anel is so fond of; the ceiling is decorated with small silver flecks, as are the walls and the floor is simple bare painted wood; polished to a shine before darkened to a rich reddish brown.<br><br>Truly; it is a room for acquired tastes... But then... So is the boy to whom it belongs.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 20:14:45</strong>
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				It as with a delicate swaying of the hips, that Anel led Gareth along the several corridors towards his room, humming a light tune as he moved. Occasionally he would look over his shoulder and squeeze the hand he was holding, fingers ghosting over the smooth skin of the man's palm in a silent promise of just hoe gentle and wonderful a-touch the boy could give. His long hair fluttered like a rippling wave across his slender back and despite what others would say about his lack of proper choice in his causal attire; the short dark shorts frame and cupped his backside in a most pleasing way, especially with Anel's exaggerated swaying of the hips.<br><br>He was a perfect picture of seduction; the delicate blend of grace, poise and raw sex appeal working strongly in his favor. It wasn't often that Anel found a client to whom he genuinely liked or even could tolerate talking to for more than five minutes as almost anyone would call the boy quite the bitch to get along with, however Gareth was a different case... The man was filthy rich and had money to burn; had a commanding and dominant aura and a calculating smirk that sent the most delicious of shivers through Anel's figure...<br><br>Certainly, he was more than happy to serve the man. The fact that he got paid made it even better.<br><br>"I'm very glad you decided to chose me again, dear Sir..." He purred as he nudged open the door to his room with a small flick of the hips, sliding to press his back against the wood and step back in order to hold the threshold open. His dark navy eyes smoldered with deep desire as he surveyed the man before him, tongue snaking outward to run in a slow and smooth motion over his pink lips before he gestured grandly into the room, speaking in a voice that barely contained a moan of anticipation.<br><br>"Please... Won't you come in?"<br><br>It was difficult to tell whether or not Anel's clear excitement was genuine or not; the boy had so many different facades he showed to his clients that even he sometimes found it difficult to recall which were true or not. He was certain that he felt a raw attraction to Gareth... But that was all. <br><br>Well... He would do anything for more of that wonderful money and control the man exerted...<br><br>But that was all.<br><br>Maybe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 03:42:55</strong>
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				Gareth grinned a bit as he followed the young whore along the corridors that lead to his room, a place he'd been several times before. He could have found it with his eyes closed, and that was probably good, as Anel lead him his eyes were very deliberately roaming over his supple form, not on his path. If he hadn't previously walked it, he'd have certainly ended up crashing into the wall at some point. His eyes graced Anel's pert backside and a slight grin, and he was tempted to release his hand so that he could reach and touch it. He could be patient, however... they'd be in his room soon enough. <br><br>As Anel nudged the door open and held it for him in a seductive manner, Gareth couldn't help grinning at him, his eyes returning to his face. He locked his gaze with Anel as he strode past him purposefully, slipping his suit jacket off and slinging it over his shoulder. "Why, thank you," He said in a slightly teasing tone, heading over to one of the two chairs in the room.<br><br>He draped his jacket onto the chair carefully... it was a <em>very</em> expensive suit after all... and sat himself down casually, reaching up to loosen his necktie with a slight grin as he eyed the boy again. Anel was a lovely creature, but far from innocent. From his previous visits, he knew that calling him a 'virgin' was a bit generous... Anel could be such a wanton whore at times, but it wasn't innocence that Gareth was after, of course. <br><br>He wanted Anel's virginity because he knew it would hurt. <br><br>"Come here," he instructed, his voice low and smooth, reaching into his pocket for his cigarette case.&nbsp; He slipped one out of the case adeptly, holding it between his lips, though he didn't light it, waiting for Anel to obey his command. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 22:16:49</strong>
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				As Anel watched Gareth enter the room, it was clear that the man had been closely examining his body, and that simple knowledge did wonders for the boy's ego; he felt pleased to know that he was desired and wanted, to know that he was the main focus of another person if only for a brief few moments.Despite his aloof attitude however, he found himself a little taken aback by the eyes that locked onto his own, being rather used to clients who thought only of the conquest and never paid the individual whore little attention.<br><br>It was all part of the reason why Mr. Gareth was among Anel's few favoured clients (not that whores had favorites, of course). The man was attractive to look at, had money to burn, and was rather talented in the bedside manner the blond haired man preferred... What was there to <em>not</em> like?<br><br>"You're always welcome here." He responded smoothly, with a light wink in response to the teasing thanks before he closed the door with a small click behind him, humming a soft tune as he did so. It was with the smallest of chuckles that Anel noted just how careful Gareth seamed to be with his jacket, though it was not the whore's place to say anything, and he tilted his head to one side, smiling in as innocent a manner as he could muster.<br><br>As the necktie was loosened and the slightest bit of skin revealed, Anel licked his lips in a slow and deliberate fashion before he blinked at the instruction, nodding and pushing himself from the door in order to walk slowly towards the seated client. His hips swayed slightly from side to side before he stopped, standing barely a hair's width apart from Gareth's knees, peering down at the man with a mischievous expression in his features.<br><br>"Is this close enough, Mr. Gareth?" He asked, his tone mirroring the other man's previous teasing. Of course, the boy would not be quite as mischievous for a new client, but he had serviced the business man enough times before to feel comfortable in the knowledge that he would not be banished from the room; it was always lovely when clients went along with his teasing nature.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 02:58:02</strong>
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				A slight smirk tugged at Gareth's lips as he watched Anel move. The boy knew he was attractive, it showed in the way he acted, and though he usually preferred to remain detached, he figured there was no point in pretending he didn't like him. It wasn't his first visit, after all, and he was coming back after this most likely. <br><br>He grabbed a silver lighter, engraved with his monogram, from his pocket, and as he shifted to cross his legs, he flicked it open, the spark from the lighter illuminating his face briefly as he took a drag on his cigarette to light it. He snapped the lighter shut, casually propping his elbow up on the arm of the chair as he breathed out a stream of clove-scented smoke slowly, languid tendrils drifting up from the smoldering cigarette in his extended hand. He didn't ask for an ashtray, assuming that Anel would fetch him one. He knew what to do, after all.<br><br>"As cute as that... ensemble is, I think I want you out of it. Now," Gareth said calmly, taking another drag from the lit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes not leaving the young whore before him, indeed, following his every move with an almost predatory look, calculating and calm as he waited for Anel to obey his instruction. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 03:39:25</strong>
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				Anel cocked his head to one side and placed a hand upon his slender hip, keen dark eyes surveying each move made by his current client. Suave was the best word he could of to describe the man as he coolly flicked open the lighter to kindle the tip of his cigarette, a small tutting sound passing between his lips. Smoke always made his things smell, and he wasn't afraid to show his dislike even as he turned elegantly upon his heel toward the nearby dressing table.<br><br>Bending down in a completely unnecessary manner, his hips rose into the air as he rummaged through the drawer, being sure to wiggle his smooth backside to create a tantalising view of what could potentially be Gareth's, should his money stretch far enough. Privately, the whore was rather certain that it would, the way the man carried himself; he had the air one who never went wanting, and that was fine with Anel; he did the same thing... Though in a more bratty way.<br><br>"Smoking again..." He said lightly, a teasing smile playing about his lips as he straightened up with a small glass ashtray, which he placed carefully upon the arm of Gareth's chair, huffing softly. "When you grow older, you're voice will become terribly gruff and unpleasant... And it is so wonderful right now... And it also smells." Perhaps he should have been more polite, but Gareth had visited him many a-time... And one didn't visit Anel for his politeness. besides, Anel felt rather comfortable withthe businessman by this point.<br><br>What was the worst that could happen?<br><br>He blinked and chuckled smoothly as he was instructed to remove the outfit, nodding his head with a sultry wink. "Ahh, right... My casual clothing must be offensive to your senses..." He purred deep within his throat before his fingers coiled lightly around the hem of his large jumper. His hips swayed slowly from side to side to the beat of non-existant music, his body shifting sensuously in a delicate wavelike motion as he slowly peeled off the first item of clothing to expose the slender and pale chest, dropping the jumper carelessly to one side.<br><br>His eyes remained resting firmly upon Gareth's it what was a subtle challenge; Anel didn't want weak clients, and while he would take them, he would do his job and be done with it... It was the better ones that he truly entertained. The better ones that would get to see the trunk under his bed. Gareth was one of those. He slowly turned away and arched his hips back, hands sliding down his side to the top of his shorts which he pushed down, slowly exposing the firm globes of flesh and moaning loudly as he did so. <br><br>Finally he dropped the shorts and kicked them away, looking back over his shoulder with a small smile at his client, running his tongue slowly, purposefully across his pink lips.<br><br>"Better now, Mr. Gareth...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 04:44:18</strong>
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				"Do I look like I care what you think?" Gareth said in a slightly teasing tone, a faint grin on his lips even as his eyes remained cool and calculating, flicking a bit of ash from the tip of his cigarette into the ashtray on the arm of the chair. He knew it annoyed Anel when he smoked in his room, but he paid good money for him. For all intents and purposes, once he'd made the agreement with Ryan, he owned him, he would do whatever he damn well pleased once the door closed behind the two of them. <br><br>Besides, Anel's attitude was always fun to 'adjust'. It never seemed like it stuck, he was always back to his old self after spending time with Gareth, but then, if he was completely compliant and obedient right from the start, it would rob the both of them of one of the most appealing aspects of hiring Anel in the first place. When Anel misbehaved, pouted, talked back, acted bratty, it gave Gareth ample excuse to punish him, and Anel ample excuse to enjoy it.<br><br>His eyes traced over Anel as the boy revealed his form slowly, his lips pulling into a grin as he&nbsp; bent over in front of him, giving him a good look at his slender, perky ass. The idea of being the one to 'relieve' Anel of his virginity was something that always got him excited... in a way, when he ultimately won the bidding (he was <em>very</em> confident he would), it would be a little sad to lose that anticipation. He pondered perhaps putting down a ridiculous amount of money for the right to pop the boy's cherry - so much money the other bidders would be hesitant to even consider meeting it - and simply keeping him 'intact'. His. 'Untouched'. <br><br>Make the boy want it. <br>Beg for it. <br>Then perhaps he'd deserve the privilege of Gareth taking him. Hard.<br><br>Gareth felt himself becoming slightly aroused, but he willed himself not to show it. He had very good self-control - Gareth enjoyed making the whores he visited <em>earn</em> his arousal. Anel would have to work harder than that to earn it. <br><br>Leaning back in his seat slightly, taking a casual drag from his cigarette, Gareth looked over Anel once more with a faint grin, uncrossing his legs. He'd managed to fight back the arousal brought on by the anticipation of purchasing Anel's virginity. "Yes, much better..." He purred, rolling his cigarette between his fingers slowly, his free hand coming up to unbutton a couple of buttons on his own shirt, as though reacting to a sudden heat in the room.<br><br>"However, I think perhaps you should get the trunk, Anel... you always seem to need punishing when I get here, you naughty boy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>25-02-2011, 05:37:45</strong>
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				One thing that Anel always appreciated in his clients was the aspect of a challenge; much as Gareth wanted his arousal to be earned, the whore always loved the feeling of being able to draw out such bold and open reactions to his presence. It was empowering, intoxicating and something that he would never grow tired of, and of course; the greater the challenge, the more satisfying it was. He raised a hand slowly, elegantly through the air and tucked the long strands of platinum, silken hair behind an ear, playfully biting his lip as he continued to face his back to the man, sliding his hands slowly up and down his sides, fingertips occasionally shifting to play over the firm globes of flesh.<br><br>His eyes focused intently on the way those slender fingers toyed with the cigarette, being reminded so strong how well they used other things with such wonderful precision and firmness. A small shudder passed over his frame; perhaps slightly enhanced for Gareth's pleasure to view at the fond memories that would soon be repeated thanks to his playful rudeness and disobedience. For all his games, Anel knew where to draw the line; he never took his games too far with clients.. They were the life of Teahouse after all, and he didn't wish to be fired for getting carried away...<br><br>"Mmn... I'm so glad you approve..." He said softly, his tone dripping with seduction and promises of pleasure, accompanied by another slow wetting of his lips, which glistened lightly in the dim light of his dark and harsh room. It was not everyone's preference; the black and silver decoration he used... But the boy often found that it attracted those people he loved the most and as such, never felt the urge to create a more 'welcoming' atmosphere.<br><br>"Ohh...? You want the trunk...?" He ventured lightly, arching a finely groomed eyebrow, turning slowly to the bed with a wide smirk, jerking his head towards it as he looked back to Gareth. "Maybe [i[you[/i] should get it... Since you seem to want it so much; why on earth would I want to be punished, after all...?"<br><br>He let the statement hang dangerously in the air for several fine seconds before he chuckled and turned, his slender frame on full display; pale and elegant in the otherwise dark room. He moved seamlessly to his knees (having many years of perfecting the motion) and leaned forward to give yet another wonderful view of his backside before he tugged out the long and slender black trunk from beneath his bed, moaning softly as he ran his fingers over the wooden surface.<br><br>"What will it be today...? I'm always surprised by your dreadful perversions, Mr. Gareth." He said with a small chuckle, moving the trunk to rest in front of the man, and he reached forward to open it, exposing the wide array of items within to his client, remaining knelt dutifully beside it. Within the dark chest was contained a wide array of painful implements, restraints and other everyday objects that had caught Anel's eye, such as lighters and several long red candles. There were then the more 'classic' items; whips, cuff, collar and various bars...<br><br>Almost anything related to the art of pain, one would find in Anel's prized trunk...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 18:17:38</strong>
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				A slight grin dawned on him as Anel, however briefly, refused to get the trunk when Gareth ordered him to. It was all part of 'the game', and he didn't answer as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving the boy. He knew Anel would retrieve what he'd told him to, the refusal was just another excuse to punish him further. He certainly didn't mind, and if Anel didn't want it, he wouldn't have done it. <br><br>"<em>My</em> perversions? You are the one who owns these things, you silly boy," Gareth said with a slight chuckle, flicking a bit of ash into the ashtray on the arm of the chair casually. His eyes drifted to the trunk, looking over the various toys and implements contained therein, a smirk spreading across his lips. Gareth had tried a great deal of the toys out by this point, even bought a couple of them for Anel, so he knew what he was looking for. He mused idly to himself that once Anel's... 'condition' had been taken care of, he'd be able to bring him all sorts of <em>new</em> toys to play with. <br><br>"Assume the position, Anel," He said casually, knowing that he knew what it meant. His tongue slid out to run over his lips as he leaned down slightly from his sitting position to reach into the box while waiting for him to obey, his fingers nudging a red candle out of the way before he found his preferred whipping instrument, a short, single-tail, black-leather braided quirt. It was one of the more painful, strict whipping implements in the box - he knew, he had bought it for him - so he was certain Anel knew what he was in for once he saw it. He might have to tie him down to keep him from squirming too much. 
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 19:22:28</strong>
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				Anel had been inwardly grateful for the few gifts that he had received from Gareth. Of course, the whore would never let anyone else use the personal items and as such they were always clean and in perfect condition; he enjoyed going through the large trunk and cleaning each item. It gave him a subtle thrill to do so, and he'd hate to see a displeased client.<br><br>As he watched Gareth look through the trunk and finally withdraw the most recent edition, the boy couldn't help but purr deeply in appreciation. The man had exquisite taste, Anel was forced to admit and he hummed lightly, his eyes resting on the hard black leather that was finely cleaned to a subtle shine before he arched a slender eyebrow as he was ordered to assume the position.<br><br>Of course he knew what it meant, but he pondered for several moments, whether or not he should obey or not. Perhaps he was pushing his luck a little; perhaps he should have simply presented himself... But that just wasn't Anel.<br><br>He slowly rose to his feet, hands sliding over his slender sides before he rested his palms lightly upon the lid of the trunk, leaning downward to place his face close to the surface of the whip. His tongue flicked out and slowly ran over the leather, purring loudly before he leaned back, a wide smile playing upon his lips and he spoke softly, but firmly, his hips jutting out to one side.<br><br>"Make me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 03:48:28</strong>
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				A wicked grin spread across Gareth's lips as he snubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Oh, he'd <em>hoped</em> Anel would refuse...<br><br>In a fluid motion he was up from the chair, not upsetting the delicately balanced ashtray resting on the arm, his hand reaching over the trunk to grip Anel by his throat. It was hard enough to show him that he meant business, but not hard enough to actually cut off his air supply - yet at least - and Gareth half-purred, half-growled as he leaned in to whisper into Anel's ear.<br><br>"I was so hoping you would give me an excuse to hurt you more tonight, Anel." <br><br>Keeping the grip on his throat, Gareth moved around the trunk carefully, leading Anel along with him, his grip hard enough to possibly leave small bruises from his fingers on his slender neck, the quirt still firmly in his other hand. As they reached the bed, he abruptly let him go, reaching up to firmly weave his fingers into Anel's hair, grabbing a handful, gripping it tight enough to hurt as he shoved him firmly down onto the bed. <br><br>"Now, I'll give you another chance... assume the position."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:01:49</strong>
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				Anel's eyes snapped to the cigarette as it was snubbed out on the ashtray, mentally tutting at the waste of what could have been a delightful burn; a little complaint, but the boy prided himself on finding errors in <em>everyone</em> he met; even his clients. He simply wasn't s vocal with those.<br><br>As Gareth then rose smoothly to his feet, he remained in his bent position, the cocky smirk remaining upon his pink lips before fingers wound tightly about his throat and he was tugged to his feet and he gasped loudly, eyelids lowering ever so slightly. He could still breathe easily; his pulse racing against the man's fingers. He knew that he shouldn't push too much more as while he enjoyed breathplay, angry breathplay had rather damaging potential and thus he moved forward willingly to hear the low whisper that brushed over his ear.<br><br>A shudder passed over his slender figure at the growling whimper, tilting his head to one side and flicking his tongue against the man's cheek in response. "I am to please, Mr. Gareth..." He purred softly in response.<br><br>His feet took him smoothly along with Gareth's strides towards the bed, the occasional moan slipping between his lips as the sensation of subtle bruises forming came over him. Not that Gareth would know; but Anel was extremely picky with the people who would mark him in such a place. Owing to his work outfits, his throat was often visible and as such it was something of a privilege that Anel did not complain. He gasped as he was pushed to the bed, landing lightly upon his back and peering up with a small smile upon his lips.<br><br>"The position...&nbsp; Mm... Fine..." He murmured, the mischievous smirk remaining upon his features even as he slid slowly and sensuously to his front, placing his hands upon the bed and pushing his front upward to expose the graceful curve of his back, his firm and smooth behind framed between folded legs.<br><br>"Does this please you... Sir?" He looked over his shoulder, the title having something of a mocking quality to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:24:36</strong>
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				The idea of burning Anel with his cigarette <em>had</em> crossed Gareth's mind, the only reason he had dismissed it had been not wanting to pay the extra fees for leaving permanent marks upon him. Tonight. Perhaps another time, when he finally came to claim Anel's virginity... he <em>would</em> be paying quite a lot for it, after all...<br><br>Gareth chuckled faintly as he tilted his head slightly, watching as Anel put himself on display upon the bed, the cascade of wavy blonde hair falling down his back. Gareth chuckled, and came forward slowly, very nonchalantly eyeing over the boy.<br><br>"It's lovely to look at... but..." Gareth didn't actually continue that thought, reaching to abruptly shove Anel's body back down onto the bed. He reached to grab his hips, keeping the quirt in his hand as he guided the boy's bottom up into the air, similarly guiding his legs together, leading him to be bent over with his upper-body resting down upon the bed. Gareth looked over him again, and nodded slightly in approval, stroking his hand over the quirt he was holding as he stalked around him slowly, like a predator circling its prey.<br><br>"... there. Much better," he purred, and there was an abrupt <em>crack</em> as he expertly swung the quirt, the leather tip of it cracking over the back of one of Anel's thighs, a red welt immediately beginning to rise on his skin. "My favorite whipping spots are nice and exposed this way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 04:39:26</strong>
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				The way those dark eyes ran over his body in such a careless way sent a small shiver through Anel's figure; it was always good to know when his body was appreciated, but to have to work to see any visible sign of appreciation... That was always much more pleasing to the whore than to have people simply enter and drool over him. He knew he looked good, but even so... There was a limit.<br><br>He tilted his head slightly to one side at the 'but' that was added to Gareth's sentence, arching an eyebrow slowly. "But...?" He repeated in the brief moment between the unfinished thought and the firm hand that moved and abruptly pushed his face downward into the black bed sheets. He groaned softly into the fabric and turned his head to look up and behind himself to watch the businessman's movements. He shuddered as his hips were jerked upward to more fully expose the firm globes of flesh, his hands clenching tightly in the covers at the exposed position.<br><br>Though he trembled slightly in the new position, he remained still on the whole, looking at Gareth as he slowly walked around and surveyed his body, feeling those eyes; almost hungry and predatory, roam over his bare frame. A small smile curled upon his features at the comment that Gareth now approved of the view, and he parted his lip in order to speak, however words abruptly died on his tongue.<br><br>The sharp crack of the whip across his thigh caused the boy's body to jerk forward slightly, a loud gasp of delight passing between his lips. A deep shudder passed over his back as the wave of pain ran through him like some blissful drug and he panted heavily, his thigh tensing in response as he felt the numbing sensation that sank into his flesh. "Mmmn... I... I do like... Your whipping spots..." He groaned softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 01:44:18</strong>
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				Gareth grinned appreciatively as he watched Anel's reaction to the whip, gently running a finger along the welt forming on the back of his thigh, his finger tracing teasingly up between his legs. It was such a shame he couldn't give Anel more than teasing, yet, at least... his fingers playfully prodding and stroking him. <br><br>"Oh, I know you do," Gareth said with a grin, and after a short period of teasing him, he cracked the whip across Anel's pale thighs again, not wanting him to think that he'd forgotten about punishing him. He had been bad, after all... he needed some 'adjusting'. <br><br>"You were a bad boy specifically for this, weren't you?" Gareth asked, knowing full well the answer to that question. He didn't really wait for an answer the loud <em>crack</em> of the whip echoing through the room again as he left a fresh welt on the back of Anel's thigh, just underneath the gentle curve of his butt. Seeing the welts forming on Anel's pale flesh made Gareth's heart race... but he still willed his arousal away. Anel didn't quite deserve it yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 03:30:06</strong>
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				A deep shudder ran through Anel's body as Gareth's finger traced over the painful welt, his thigh tensing slightly in response to the slightly painful touch. As the same finger made its way slowly between his legs, the boy's breath hitched and he bit his bottom lip, something of a nervous expression crossing his features, though it was hidden behind a long curtain of platinum hair. It always worried him slightly whenever clients probed the area; if one decided to try and bend the rules it could be disastrous... Still, the boy had a certain degree of trust for Gareth after the man's repeated visits and as such allowed i to continue.<br><br>It felt good anyway.<br><br>He whimpered loudly to show his pleasure vocally, arching his hips upward to better expose his body to both his client's view and the delightful stings of the whip. He didn't have to wait long to feel the hard leather strike his flesh again and he groaned loudly, his legs twitching in response to the surprise hit. It was always wonderful to have a client who really <em>knew</em> what they were doing; many fancied themselves as hardcore in the bedroom, and almost all were idiots... <br><br>Gareth however, was so very good at delivering the pain that Anel adored and the boy bit his lip with a small, breathless chuckle at the question that was asked, shaking his head and glancing over his shoulder to purr a response. "I would <em>never</em> be bad on purpo- Ahh!" So very rarely where his words ever interrupted and yet as the whip cracked again over his thigh, his behind swaying in an almost tempting fashion as the strike landed so close.<br><br>"Mmn... I'll be... Thinking of you when I sit down for a while..." Anel murmured, looking again over his shoulder, running his tongue over his lips slowly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his body heated but much like Gareth, he forced his arousal away; all the better to prolong the delightful teasing the man delivered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:38:29</strong>
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				Gareth couldn't resist chuckling a bit as he watched Anel's body sway in reaction to the strikes, tilting his head slightly as his eyes roamed over him. Anel was such a tease...&nbsp; being so tempting like this. When the boy lifted his head to look over his shoulder, Gareth grinned, and abruptly whipped the quirt across Anel's perky butt, trying to distract from his desire to do... specific things, that he had not quite earned the right to do. At least it fed the sadism, he could not hurt him one way... he would hurt him another. "Head <em>down,</em>" he ordered, reaching to place a hand at the back of Anel's neck, like a naughty puppy, forcing him back down to the bed firmly. <br><br>"Tsh... think of how long you'll be thinking of me when you sit down after I win the bidding," Gareth said in a teasing tone, deciding to tempt Anel a bit in return, walking slowly around him to the other side of the bed, whipping him abruptly again with the quirt in his hand, cutting across the lovely red welts raising on the boy's smooth skin. If he hit him much harder the next welts would probably bleed... a grin tugged on his lips at the thought of that, though he refrained from doing so yet.<br><br>"Why don't you tell me what you want, Anel," Gareth said with a slight grin, challenging the boy, curious what he would answer. "Not that I'm obligated to do anything that you ask for..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:49:38</strong>
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				Anel's breathing was already somewhat heavy due tot he strikes that landed so deliciously over his smooth flesh, and he couldn'tresist a slight writhing of his hips,if only to tempt and tease Gareth into further action. He was being intentionally tormenting; intentionally frustrating and he was sure that his client would know it. Fir all his teasing however, he couldn't help the loud moan that passed between his lips as the whips cracked hard across the sensitive skin of his cheeks, his hips bucking slightly in response. "Mmn! Fuck..." he groaned softly, biting hard upon his lower lip.<br><br>As his neck was then gripped and pushed back down to the bed, he huffed loudly,as though the motion were a chore, though he remained in that position, his behind arched rather nicely into the air. "You haven't... Won yet..." he countered smoothly to the attempt at teasing him, and at that point Anel was rather glad that his face could not&nbsp; be seen, as a flicker of a frown crossed his features that would have spoilt therunning game that was played.<br><br>It didn't last long however as the quirt struck once again over the previous welts, causing the boy to cry out sharply in delightful pain, his body shuddering in pleasure. He thought for a moment; wondering whether he was already bleeding before deciding he was not, and arched an eyebrow at the question.<br><br>"Ahh... I want lots of things... But why should I tell you? You're doing <em>so</em> well on your own..." It was a teasing response; patronising and wasaccompanied by a small smirk and a wink at something of an awkward angle so that it could be seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 03:59:46</strong>
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				"Silly boy," Gareth said in a rather cool voice at this point, a slight smirk on his face as he abruptly whipped Anel again, the welts on his ass now beginning to form a lovely crisscross pattern. "If you think that, perhaps I should withdraw my bid... I mean, if I haven't won and all."<br><br>He tightened and adjusted his grip on the implement in his hand, and without giving Anel enough time to answer him, another loud <em>crack</em> echoed through the room, striking him across the back of his thighs once more, just under his butt. He shook his head slightly with a faint smirk, trailing the tip of his finger gently along the welts, up over Anel's cheeks, continuing down the slope formed by the small of his back, before he ended up close enough to grab a handful of the long platinum hair, yanking Anel's head up so he could look him in the eyes.<br><br>"Oh really? Should I deduce that you want nothing? Perhaps I should just keep whipping you all night... leave you teased and unsatisfied."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 04:19:36</strong>
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				Anel barely had time to lift an eyebrow at the initial cool comment before the whip struck out yet again, his chest rising and falling rather rapidly with the racing heartbeat that thudded against his ribcage. He wanted so very badly to pretend that he felt nothing after this, but Gareth was simply so terribly good with the whip, and the boy's arousal had finally begun to show between his thighs,a deep flush upon previously pale cheeks.<br><br>"E-Eh?" He had just time enough to make a questioning sound before the the crack echoed and he cried out at the next strike of the whip, is thighs burning delightfully under the assault. A small mewling sound passed between his lips then, as he felt the slender fingertip run smoothly and slowly up over the sensitive welts and along his tense figure, a slight shudder following it's progress. A sharp gasp passed between his lips then as his hair was gripped and jerked back, a low moan slipping out as he gazed upward into Gareth's eyes.<br><br>"Mmn... No... Don't do that..." He said, his tone heated as his lips parted, his tongue running slowly over the pink flesh in a slow and deliberate motion. "While I... Love your whip cracks... You know as well as I do that there are... Many more things in that trunk and... On your person that I rather want..." His eyes lowered downward to gaze briefly at the man;s groin, his eyes glittering as he again ran his tongue over his lips, his meaning being crystal clear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 06:12:37</strong>
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				Gareth loved all the noises that Anel made when he hurt him... he was always so vocal when he was rough. That was part of why he continued to hire him. When Anel looked up at him and ran his tongue over his lips, Gareth mirrored the action, running his tongue slowly over his own lips. <br><br>"Hmmm...that won't do at all, Anel." Gareth hummed thoughtfully, his hand still woven into Anel's long hair, holding it painfully tight, a wicked grin coming to his lips. He leaned down slowly, gradually coming down to Anel's level, looking him in the eyes challengingly. <br><br>"Beg for it." A mischievous spark in his eyes as Gareth stared into Anel's, his grip on his hair tightened. "You want something from me? You have to ask like a <em>good</em> boy if you expect to have it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 03:04:01</strong>
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				A low hiss passed between Anel's lips as his hair was gripped so very tightly, the delightful stinging of his scalp reminding him quite clearly that he wasn't dealing with someone who knew nothing of his idea of pleasure. Gareth was among his favorite repeat clients, and the only one who didn't always insist on gagging him to avoid having to suffer his rebellious and rather bitchy comments throughout their sessions. He groaned softly in appreciation as he watched the man's tongue run over his lips, the impulse to lean forward at lick the slick muscle coming to him, but he was prevented from moving by the unwavering grip upon his hair.<br><br>"Mmn..." He made a small sound of protest at the hum, shaking his head slightly against the tight hold before he watched, unconsciously holding his breath as Gareth drew closer, his eyes not once flinching away from that challenging stare. An expression of some shock and disbelief came to the whore's features as he was told to bed; to be a 'good' boy and his held breath released with a low moan at the tightening of the fingers in his long hair.<br><br>"Nngh... I... I don't beg..." He stated quietly, his lips parted as he panted quietly, staring determinedly into Gareth's eyes for several long moments before he grimaced and lowered his gaze; he was a masochist at heart and he couldn't resist the allure of what he knew Gareth could offer and so decided to give... But only a little.<br><br>"Please, Mr. Gareth... I want... I want you to hurt me..." He began in a soft and meek tone; clearly purposefully put on as it was a far cry from Anel's usual firm voice. Whether it would be taken well or not was up to Gareth. "I want you to whip me... Beat me... Flog me... Anything you want..." So that final section was a lie; anything <em>apart</em> from fucking. That would come later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:44:35</strong>
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				Gareth chuckled softly as Anel eventually gave in to his command and began begging him for more. He chuckled softly and gradually released his grip on the boy's hair, straightening himself back up. <br><br>"Onto your back," He ordered, striding casually around the bed slowly, back to the chest. He opened it again, and tilted his head as he looked down into it, seeming to be contemplating his options. He glanced slightly over towards Anel before pulling out one of the long red candles, looking over it thoughtfully. He smirked, and set it gently on the bed next to Anel, before returning his attention to the chest.<br><br>"I'm curious, Anel... do you really want me to win the bid for your virginity?" Gareth asked nonchalantly, tilting his head slightly as he picked up a flogger, examining the tails hanging from it. "I have a sneaking suspicion that the other bidders have dropped out by this point, and Ryan simply tells me that I've been outbid, hoping I will continue to increase it."<br><br>Unconcerned, he dropped the flogger to the ground off to the side of the chest, and picked up what he really had intended to get out of the chest - rope. Smirking as he hung the loop of rope off of one finger, he walked back over to the bed, gesturing for Anel to sit up, making no direct order. Just a gesture. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 02:58:47</strong>
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				It was almost physically painful for Anel to have given in to the client's demands, but it was always worth it with Gareth; the man never failed to disappoint and while the blond whore was rather difficult to get along with, he would bend to the select few who had earned what small portion of his respect he freely gave out. He released a heavy sigh as the grip of his hair was lessened until he was free and remained (surprisingly) obedient upon the bed, peering curiously over his shoulder.<br><br>"Yes <em>Sir</em>." He replied lightly at the order, turning onto his back with a small sigh, sitting with his legs stretched outward, his hands resting slightly behind his hips in order to lean back in a clearly relaxed position, giving not a care for his naked state. He looked over as Gareth searched through the trunk before he smiled slightly as a long candle was withdrawn and placed beside him. The boy had something of a 'thing' for the red candles; one of the main reasons he kept them well stocked...<br><br>"E-Eh?" He blinked, being genuinely shocked by the sudden topic of his virginity, frowning ever so slightly and lowering his gaze to the bed sheets, swallowing thickly. Did he want anyone to win? If he was honest with himself, the very thought of selling his virginity was nothing short of terrifying. He talked a great deal about how he looked forward to it; how he would be the best fuck anyone would ever have... But deep inside, Anel was scared.<br><br>"I... I do mean it, yeah... You're my best client..." He swiftly recovered, and purred out the answer he knew the other man would want to hear, his stomach churning uncomfortably as Gareth spoke of ho far his money would stretch. Truly, this man would be the one to buy his body, and the boy would simply have to prepare himself when the day came... Perhaps if he drank a great deal beforehand it would be easier.<br><br>His gaze fell on the flogger as it was dropped, then eyed the rope as it was brought out, a wide smile curling to his features before he sat up straighter at the gesture to do so; why not go along with things for the moment? Rope was always wonderful against his skin... He rather welcomed it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:25:02</strong>
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				Gareth grinned a bit as he noticed Anel was being particularly obedient, obviously he was wanting some domination tonight. Gareth wondered to himself when the last time Anel had a client like him that was willing to hurt him the way he liked, he knew it'd been a few weeks since the last time he was here, so perhaps Anel had been waiting that whole time. He said nothing about this just yet, however, smirking as he climbed up onto the bed behind him, bringing a hand up to gently gather up Anel's long blonde hair and push it over his shoulder to keep it out of the way.<br><br>"I was hoping you might say that," He said in a sincere tone, though it was difficult to know if it actually <em>was</em> sincere, or fake. Gareth was very good at that kind of face sincerity, especially when Anel couldn't see his face, being behind him as he was. He reached and grabbed the boy's wrists, yanking them behind his back firmly. Having little concern for Anel's comfort, he began to bind his arms behind his back, using a rather restrictive lattice of rope to hold them there, each wrist bound to the opposite elbow. Anel would probably be rather sore by the time he let him out of it... but that was the way Gareth liked to tie people. While his shoulders ached, he'd be forced to remember him. <br><br>"So how long has it been since you've had a <em>good</em> client, Anel?" Gareth asked calmly, not caring whether Anel told the truth or lied in response, a slight smirk on his face as he abruptly yanked the rope taut, knotting it off. The rope was pulled tight enough to bite into Anel's pale flesh... he would also have some lovely rope-burns all over him to remind him of Gareth long after he left. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 03:34:47</strong>
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				For once, Anel simply waited as Gareth moved to the bed, and made no impatient or even vaguely rude comment at the short wait it took before anything occurred. Though it might have been strange to the other man, who by this point actually knew the blond rather well, he wouldn't know the real reason; Anel was still a little jarred by the random mentioning of the bidding war that was being held behind his back, and he rather wanted something to distract his from it.<br><br>As his hair was brushed from his back, he tossed his head in the same direction to aid the business man's efforts before he arched an eyebrow at he sincere-seeming words. Not that the whore believed them instantly; the man was just as manipulative as he himself was... And he would never believe himself.&nbsp; "Well... Glad to have pleased you." He murmured, the words ending in a small groan as his arms were jerked firmly behind him and tied in a rather uncomfortable position, the ropes digging into the pale and soft flesh.<br><br>It felt good to feel the restriction of his movement; he truly could move nothing of his arms as they were tied so expertly and his breathing increased slightly to a louder, more noticeable sounds before he focused upon the question asked, a small chuckle passing between his lips. "As good as you...? I'd say... Since the last time you were- Ahh! -here..." His response had been broken up by a small cry as the rope was yanked, his fingers twitching in response as the material bit so deliciously into his flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:01:11</strong>
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				Gareth ran his fingers idly over the ropes, looking for any area where they weren't tight enough, and adjusting them accordingly. He didn't want Anel getting out, after all... he looked over his handiwork and smirked slightly as he contemplated how to finish it. He got up off of the bed, heading back over to the chest, chuckling softly at Anel's response to his last question.<br><br>"Such a flatterer, but I suppose that's what you get paid for, hm?" He sorted through the chest briefly, looking for something specific, casually moving toys out of it and onto the floor. "To make people feel good..." <br><br>Slowly Gareth drew a sturdy wooden rod from the box, smirking a bit as he looked it over. It was a spreader-bar, with attachment points on the ends of it... it suited his purposes. twirling it idly like the long rod was a cane, he returned to the bed, chuckling as he climbed up behind Anel. He threaded the bar carefully through the lattice of ropes that bound his arms, before pulling him back so that he was laying on top of them, the bar held in place by the ropes. He then climbed over Anel casually, picking up another long coil of rope, and beginning to unwind it, looking down a him with a confident grin. <br><br>"You will be very sore when I finally let you out of all this..." Gareth chuckled a bit, and began winding the rope around one of Anel's legs, just above his knee, his technique still being very tight, very restrictive, painfully so. "You will have lovely little rope-shaped bruises all over your skin."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:22:42</strong>
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				Anel flexed his arms slightly in the tight ropes, hissing softly in the delightful combination of pain and pleasure as they gave not an inch and burned his pale flesh, a small shudder passing over his body before he turned as Gareth left him and tilted his head to one side. What more did the man want? He seemed to be being rather elaborate... All the better, the boy decided, smiling quite happily to himself.<br><br>At the comment he chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulder, even that motion being difficult due to his bondage. "It might be my job... But I might mean it with you... Maybe." He winked roguishly as his client turned back, eyeing the spreader bar with a slight expression of nerves on his features. The position he was in suddenly seemed... Awfully convenient, but he shook his head and dismissed the though; he was being paranoid because of the short questioning previously. Or so he told himself.<br><br>He leaned forward slightly as the somewhat tricky task of threading the sturdy bar through the crisscrossing ropes was started, biting his bottom lip as that wonderful combination of excitement and anxiety came over him. What would happen? Was he going to be hanged from somewhere?<br><br>Ahh, his legs. Of course. He obediently lifted a knee slightly to better allow access to the winding ropes that fastened tightly around the limb, staring upwards at the ceiling with the smallest hint of a frown on his face.<br><br>The more he mentally pictured the position he expect to be in, the more... Inviting it seemed, and despite his attempts to calm himself he felt the need to speak out. "I'm... Sure the betting will come to a close soon enough..." A subtle reminder; soon, but not now...<br><br>Again, so he thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 04:46:34</strong>
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				"Hm?" Gareth hummed thoughtfully in response to Anel's gentle reminder, simply going about the task of binding his legs. He threaded the loose end of the rope through the spreader-bar's attachment point, yanking it tight, pulling Anel's knee up towards the end of the bar. The position he was being tied in left him very exposed, and Gareth could tell that Anel was becoming apprehensive about it. He smiled reassuringly at him, even as he moved to bind his ankle as well, leaving him very, very little room to squirm.<br><br>"... oh, yes. The bidding <em>will</em> come to an end soon, I'm sure," Gareth answered with a sweet smile, walking around the bed to Anel's other leg, beginning to bind that one in the exact same way. By the time he was finished, Anel was left wide open, both legs pulled up and out of the way, and bound there painfully tight. Gareth was certainly eyeing Anel with certain things in mind, and he made no effort to hide that fact, though he said nothing about it.<br><br>Humming a playful, upbeat tune, he casually moved to sit on the bed directly between Anel's spread legs, and picked up the long, red candle that had been lying tantalizingly close. He smirked a bit as he looked down at the bound boy, grabbing his silver lighter out of his pocket, flicking it open to light it. <br><br>"We don't play with these nearly enough, do we?" He asked teasingly as he touched the flame to the candle's wick, setting it alight, snapping the lighter closed and slipping it back into his pocket as he allowed the candle to burn for a moment. "They're so fun after all..."<br><br>He extended his hand out over Anel's body, his exposed chest, and casually tipped over the candle, just a little. It took a few moments before enough wax melted to drip from it... forming a small pool at the tip of the candle, threatening to overflow any moment. It didn't take too much longer, before several drops of bright red, molten wax dripped from the tip of it, landing on the boy's porcelain skin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 02:28:05</strong>
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				Anel's eyes were ever so slightly narrowed as he looked across at Gareth. He knew that he had very little time to act if he would have any hope of getting out of a potentially damaging and terrible situation, and yet he found himself doing nothing; simply watching as the ropes weretightened on his knee, a twitch accompanied by a soft groan of delight passing between his lips with the sting of ropeburning his flesh. As his leg wasraised and tied to the bar behind his body he bit hard upon his bottom lip and shuddered slightly; he had never been in such an open position before for obviousreasons... The view was too tempting, too dangerous...<br><br>"Gareth..." He breathed softly, a small frown upon his lips at the rather sweet response, not believing it for a moment and he shook his head ever so slightly, closing his eyes and simply letting (not that he could do much about it) his other leg be tied in much the same way, his body now completely exposed to the other man. A blend of apprehension and excitement coursed through to blonde's body and he jerked away slightly as Gareth sat between his legs, looking downward nervously.<br><br>Perhaps his worries were over nothing however, as he saw the candle being raised and lit, a small shudder passing over the slender frame, archingupward in anticipation. "Mmn, n-no... Not many people do... Thinkits too messy or... Or something..." His gaze was caught by the flickering flame, watching the deep crimson wax slowly build into a small puddle atop the long candle and he bit down hard on his lower lip, his heart thudding loudly against his ribs.<br><br>Almost...<br>Almost...<br><br>Anel groaned loudly as the drops of hot wax dripped downwards on his chest, his body squirming as much as possible under the bondage that restricted his movement and he moaned hotly, his length twitching in response to the burning sensations. Histongue snaked outwards and ran across his lips, hooded eyes flicking downwards to look into Gareth's face as he murmured breathlessly, arching his body upward. "M-More... More..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:23:20</strong>
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				Gareth grinned faintly as he saw how nervous Anel was... poor thing. He knew exactly why he was so anxious. Bidding hadn't concluded for his virginity yet, and he knew that Anel was very protective of his... assets, after all, it was what they were fighting over. He wondered if Anel was afraid of losing his virginity in general... not that it mattered. He <em>would</em> lose it, after all. Gareth <em>would</em> take it, there wasn't much say in it that Anel had. <br><br>Smirking, he lifted the candle upright once more, watching as Anel squirmed and moaned in response to the hot wax, even begging for more. He chuckled, and reached over idly to peel off the now-solid wax from Anel's skin, observing the reddened skin underneath it from the heat when it had hit, allowing a bit more wax to pool at the tip of the candle. He flicked the bit of wax away, shifting over a bit closer to Anel. <br><br>"It is messy, I suppose... but I like it," He was still seated between Anel's legs, and his eyes drifted over his body once more as he tilted the candle again, aiming the scalding hot liquid wax towards Anel's left nipple as he did so, the drops falling randomly down onto his skin as the bound boy squirmed. Grinning, his free hand came forward, rubbing teasingly between Anel's legs while he was distracted by the wax... he didn't violate him, but his fingers were pressing in some sensitive places, and there wasn't a thing Anel could do to make him stop. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:34:42</strong>
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				The boy was rather nicely distracted from the compromising position as the pleasant burning echoed over his slender frame, his shudders dying down ever so slightly as the drops of wax hardened over his chest. It had been such a long time since he had felt the candles' touch, and as such his reactions were perhaps a little stronger than they would have been otherwise and while thoughts of his virginity were still looming ominously in his mind, for the moment they were overshadowed by the blissful pain that ran through his body.<br><br>As the solid wax was peeled from his skin, he groaned softly and tilted his head downward slightly to gaze at the red marks upon his pale flesh, swallowing thickly and returning his gaze back to Gareth's face. "Mmn... Feels good..." He panted heavily, arching his back from the bed sheets in order to encourage more delicious drops of crimson wax, clearly craving more from his client. It was rather unlike Anel to be so very blunt in his desires, but Gareth was always something of an exception to his usual rules and he simply couldn't help himself.<br><br>His gaze was drawn back to the candle as it was raised above his nipple, his body freesing in anticipation as he watchedthe molten wax gather at the burning tip. Finally the drops fell and while most dripped around the dusky pink nipple, a small amount landed directly on the sensitive flesh. The boy cried out loudly in surprised pleasure, his back arching as much as possible upward at the burning that seared his tender flesh. He failed to notice the fingers that rubbed between his legs, feeling only a slight sensation that was masked by the stinging pain of the wax.<br><br>"A-Ahh... Fuck..." He groaned hotly, a thing sheen of sweat forming upon his body, cheeks flushing with arousal as Gareth played him so very well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 03:52:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, I know it does," Gareth said casually, a slight smirk on his lips as he lowered the candle down closer to Anel's flesh, knowing that the shorter the trip the wax made from the burning tip of the candle to his flesh, the hotter it would be when it struck him. Anel was being so delightfully pleasant to play with, of course he deserved more...<br><br>He allowed a small trail of red wax drops to form across Anel's chest as he slowly moved the candle over towards his other nipple, before beginning to trail it downwards over his abdomen slowly. His fingers remained occupied at the same time, as he seemed not to notice, nor protest, rubbing over the sensitive skin between his legs, his fingertips teasing lightly at his entrance. <br><br>Gareth adjusted the position he was sitting in slightly to offer some relief from the fact that he was rather aroused now, his erection pressing against the inside of pants that suddenly felt way too tight. He removed his fingers from between Anel's legs to quickly unbutton and unzip, relieving the pressure as the candle pathed slowly down Anel's body, leaving drops of hot wax tantalizingly close to the boy's erect member, as his hand returned to its previous position, teasing between Anel's wide-open legs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:06:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anel's lips hung slightly open as he panted rather openly, his body aching for the blissful pain that only a select few could satisfy. While there were perhaps two other clients who were as apt as Gareth, the man had something special; perhaps it was the money that enabled him to simply do whatever he wanted, perhaps it was the limitless control he possessed. Whatever it was, the blond always seemed to find himself writhing and desperate whenever he came to call, and though he would never say it... he was actually <em>pleased</em> to see the man.<br><br>His body twitched and writhed against the tight bonds as the trail of hot wax was made across his chest, the ropes adding their own spice to the overall mixture of pain that assaulted Anel's body and he groaned loudly once again at a coating to crimson covered his other nipple. His whole body trembled slightly; on a constant state of high excitement and anticipation for where the wax would next fall and still, he only vaguely noticed a slightly pleasurable touch between his legs, it not quite clicking in his somewhat hazed mind what was going on.<br><br>He heard the removal of the zipper however, and a small smirk came to his breathless lips; so Gareth wasn't as controlled as he thought. Had he been in a better state he would have been certain to make some comment, but as it was he simply continued to moan, the sounds growing louder as the wax dripped closer and close to his straining erection, his eyes widening. Would Gareth do it? No one tended to risk harming that particular part of his anatomy, however his heart thudded loudly in his chest at the prospect.<br><br>As it was however, his mind became rather focused upon his lower half, and he felt the return of those fingers, a small groan passing between his lips even as he shifted his hips and he forced himself to speak, lifting his head slowly to look down, it taking so much effort to maintain the awkward position. "Wh-What are... You doing...? That's not... Part of my service..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Grinning widely at the bound whore, enjoying having the boy helpless in his grasp, Gareth teasingly moved the candle back away from Anel's groin, the candle beginning to gradually grow shorter as he allowed more drops of wax to fall onto his abdomen, then up over the inside of one of his exposed, milky thighs. It would be such a shame to waste all of the real estate he had available to him in this position... His fingers continued to tease between his legs, in the 'forbidden' area, threatening to penetrate him, though they didn't... yet. <br><br>Gareth's eyes flicked up to Anel's face as he voiced some concern of the extent of his 'services', and he uttered a soft "Shhhh," the utterance a simple command that he stop complaining, at the same time the candle moved slowly, dripping a slow trail of hot wax down Anel's thigh, coming back over to Anel's straining member. <br><br>Since he'd complained about the hand between his legs by now, Gareth politely removed it... only to allow the burning candle to trail down in between Anel's legs, grinning wickedly as the hot wax dripped down over some very intimate places now. He made sure nothing was spared, and by the time he allowed the candle to trail slowly back up Anel's other thigh, there were bits of solidifying wax all over his member, his balls, between his legs, hardening where it had dripped over his entrance as well.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:35:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A low groan of disappointment passed between Anel's lips as the candle was moved away from his groin, allowing his head to flop back to the bed sheets, his eyes closing so as to better loose himself int the burning sensation that moved slowly tot he sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. The muscle beneath tensed and relaxed visibly at the sharp sensation, a stream of soft moans echoing in the room even as the inappropriate touch to his entrance continued; Anel was hardly known to deny pleasure when it came.<br><br>At the simply shushing sound, a brief flicker of annoyance flickered through the blonde's mind and face; the man just shushed him" Actually shushed him! How... How rude! Despite his mind almost screaming at him to retort, any possible responses died abruptly on his tongue as the trail of wax trailed back towards his aching arousal, his eyes snapping open, wide and pleasantly surprised as the candle was left to hover directly between his legs.<br><br>He almost screamed at the harsh burning that seered through his most sensitive of areas, his hips twitching and writhing desperately as he thrashed his head from side to side. His member twitched as the hot wax dripped over it, Anel's cries not dying down for several minutes until the wax had fully hardened over his body. He trembled violently as the aftershock reverberated up and down his system, it reaching the very tips of his fingers which twitched behind him and he groaned hotly, panting heavily.<br><br>"O-oh fuck... Fuck..." He cursed softly, his voice slightly cracked as the pain echoed through his sensitive flesh, chest rising and falling rapidly with his quickened heartbeat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:58:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gareth chuckled a little as Anel trembled and writhed, the candle continuing to trail slowly along his bound body, as his free hand reached to begin carefully picking bits of hardened wax from the boy's intimate areas once they had cooled completely. They left spots of reddened flesh in the shape the wax had hardened in, which amused him to no end, almost as much as the fact that Anel was still rock hard, evidently having enjoyed the little venture. <br><br>"Oh you liked that, hmm?" He asked teasingly, his fingers trailing over the scalded spots on his shaft, plucking another bit of wax from his balls, flicking it away idly. "Perhaps we should gag you before I do that again, you were rather loud..." <br><br>Gareth gave Anel a wide grin before getting up, setting the candle into a silver candle holder near the bed, almost annoyed at the interruption to his fun. He loved Anel's whimpers and moans but he was sure the boy would be screaming soon, so he reached down into the toy chest, grinning as he picked up a black rubber ball-gag. As he did so, the silver buckle of another piece of equipment caught his eye. A mischievous smirk on his face, Gareth picked that up, as well... a black leather blindfold, with a silver buckle on it. <br><br>Grinning, Gareth came back and sat down upon the bed between Anel's legs, leaning tantalizingly over him, as he buckled the gag into his mouth as well as the blindfold over his eyes. <br><br>"It will hurt more if you can't see where I'm dropping the wax, as well," Gareth murmured, grinning as he planted a kiss on the gag in Anel's mouth before reaching over for the candle, sitting back up. One bright side had come from interrupting their play - there was a copious amount of molten wax that had gathered in the candle.<br><br>Grinning evilly, Gareth extended the candle over Anel's body once more, and tipped it over, trailing a long line of burning, liquid wax between the boy's legs, over his abdomen and along the inside of one of his thighs. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 05:17:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Gareth moved to begin the slow task to plucking the dried wax from his body, Anel's body twitched at the most peculiar feeling upon his still hard erection, panting heavily at the rare pleasure he received. No one ever took things this far with him; often the people who were supposedly 'dominant' only went to a certain point and always avoided the blonde's prized assets for fear of damaging them. Not Gareth. The fact pleased the whore endlessly and he smiled through the pleasured haze at the thought that he had managed to snatch up quite a wonderful client.<br><br>And he would do him damn best to keep him. Not only was Gareth good at what he did, he also had an infinite amount of money... Perfect in Anel's eyes.<br><br>He nodded weakly at the teasing question, feeling truly put in his place as the fingers trailed so casually over his burning shaft, a drop of precum gathering at the tip and trickling onto the boy's stomach, the sensation bringing forth a small groan from the whore. "Mmn... Wh-Whatever you want..." He murmured heatidly, licking his lips in anticipation of the gag, taking the time to part his lips wide and stretch his jaw, guessing that the gag would remain on for quite some time.<br><br>Much like Gareth, Anel was rather irritated by the fact that the man had to leave him in order to gather the desired item and the extra blindfold, blinking slowly upward with a small gasp as the man leaned fully over him, his eyelids drooping over his eyes in what was a rather submissive expression for Anel. He groaned loudly around the ball that was fastened firmly between his lips and shook his head to test the security of the blindfold, finding that ti didn't move an inch despite his efforts, moaning hotly around the ball at the client's words.<br><br>He couldn't see a thing, couldn't even hear any sound as the candle was picked back up; he was completely oblivious to where the molten wax would fall and it made the anticipation all the sweeter. As it fell over his body once again, he cried out loudly once again; the sound slightly muffled by the much-needed gag and he arched upward wherever the wax landed, twitching and writhing upon the bed. His body glistened slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles tensing and relaxing under the assault of unexpected pain, breathing heavily around the large gag.<br><br>Utterly helpless and at the man's mercy...<br><br>Where Anel loved to be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:20:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anel was such a beautiful little thing when he was bound and writhing, Gareth mused. There was sweat forming on his skin from his squirming, even though he was barely able to move, he could see the strain of the boy's muscles as he attempted to thrash about. He was going to wear himself out struggling like that, and Gareth chuckled softly as he set the candle aside, beginning to gently pluck away the bits of solidified wax from Anel's body again, starting at his chest. <br><br>There was no point in pretending he wasn't aroused by this point, Anel had earned it, after all, with all of his delightful reactions, and his surprising obedience. Gareth leaned down slowly over Anel's body, between his legs, licking at Anel's nipple once the hardened wax had been picked away from it, tasting the salty skin. Gareth shifted his legs apart, reaching to set the candle back into the holder before using his hand to brace himself up, his tongue still teasing at Anel's nipple as he reached down to free himself from the confines of his trousers. <br><br>"Are you enjoying that, Anel?" Gareth asked with a purr, his teeth nipping hard at Anel's hardened nipple as his hand busied itself stroking slowly at his arousal, silently pondering to himself what he intended to do with Anel... his mouth was occupied, after all, that was normally what would be utilized, considering Anel's... intact state. <br><br>His mouth was occupied... <br>His legs were so tantalizingly open... <br>He couldn't squirm...<br>He couldn't scream.<br><br>Gareth grinned a bit as he continued to pluck bits of wax from Anel's body, his eyes glancing up and around Anel's room for anything he could utilize to keep from seriously injuring Anel. Considering what he was planning, he was going to have to pay a shitload of money to Ryan as it was to avert his wrath, he didn't need to tack on a charge of seriously injuring one of his more in-demand whores. His eyes rested upon a small bottle of mineral oil sitting on Anel's dresser, probably for removing makeup. That would do.<br><br>Gareth stretched over Anel's body to reach the bottle, picking it up, carefully popping the cork without making a sound. Pouring a generous amount on his fingers, he continued to lick teasingly at Anel's chest, doing his best to distract him from what he was doing, biting down firmly on the area around his nipple, hard enough to leave a bruise there as his now-slick fingers teased at Anel's entrance temptingly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:34:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the heavy bondage that kept his restrained, Anel found that he simply couldn't keep still; the delicious burning and the aching of his needy arousal was enough to make him writhe desperately against the rope, causing the tight knots to rub against his sensitive flesh, only adding to the overall pleasure of the extremely heated situation. Any thoughts of foul play had vanished from his mind as Gareth seemed to be fully absorbed in the wonderful teasing and burning of his body, and as such Anel allows himself to relax and simply lose himself in the sensations.<br><br>As&nbsp; the boy couldn't see, the tongue that licked at his nipple came a sudden surprise and he gasped loudly, arching upward into the pleasurable sensation, his hands clenching and unclenching at his back, squirming about in desperate need of something more; something to push him over the edge that he craved. He was however, utterly helpless and could barely move, and now that speech had been taken from him, he couldn't even beg for what he wanted. For what Gareth knew he wanted.<br><br>He nodded quickly, a low moan echoing around the ball gag at the question, moaning hotly at the hard nip to the sensitive flesh, completely oblivious to the rather dangerous plan that was forming within his client's head; far too absorbed in the heat that circulated through him to be worried about anything at that point. he should have thought about how Gareth planned to get his release, what with his mouth occupied, Should have thought about he wide and convenient the placement of his legs were... But he didn't.<br><br>Anel whined loudly as those teeth and tongue continued to toy with the tender flesh of his nipple, his heart racing against his ribs, so loud that he was certain Gareth would be able to hear it also, and he knew nothing of the man's search for lubricant, nothing as the oil was removed from the shelf and used to cover a pair of slender fingers. Even as they were lowered to his entrance and teased the sensitive skin, the hard bite to his body occupied his mind and he groaned hotly around the gag, arching his body upward.<br><br>of course he felt he fingers there, but it was a vague sensation; so insignificant compared to the lips upon his chest...<br><br>He really should pay more attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:46:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gareth could feel the lust building in Anel, as he ran his lips over the boy's chest he could feel the pounding of his heart, and as he glanced downwards he could clearly see his erection straining and twitching under all of the sensations he was bombarding him with, and it only enhanced his own. He really shouldn't be doing this, and he did have a chance to stop himself, to simply ungag the whore and abuse his mouth as he usually did... but Gareth was distinctly sick of waiting for the bidding to end. <br><br>He was <em>going</em> to win. There was never a question in his mind, and there likely wasn't a question in Ryan's mind. It was simply a question of exactly how much money he was going to get - and Gareth could certainly find a suitable amount to throw at him to make up for what he was about to do. <br><br>"Relax," Gareth murmured against Anel's skin, not really a command or a suggestion, not even really considering if he could hear him or not. It was just an expectation he voiced, and he growled softly, biting hard into the upper left part of Anel's chest, directly over his heart, leaving a deep bite-mark shaped bruise at the exact moment he forced his middle finger into Anel's entrance, pressing in deeply. <br><br>Releasing his teeth slowly, a wide grin on his face as he watched the completely helpless boy beneath him, he murmured again, as the finger began to thrust in and out of him deeply, firmly, violating the boy in a way he'd never been violated before. <br><br>"...Relax."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:06:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The first utterance of the expectation went completely unheard by Anel, who was far too lost in the dark world of pleasure that coursed through his veins. The lack of sight and speech meant that he had no outlet for the burning heat that had settled and coiled tightly within his body, and he shuddered, moaning loudly around the ball held tightly between his lips. Being so restrained as he was, he was completely unprepared for what would soon happen, having not expected it at all from his favoured client.<br><br>Gareth had always seemed to respect the rules of the Teahouse; despite his extreme tastes and clear dominance, Anel had always assumed that the man knew where the boundaries were and would stick to them until they were widened. Much like the businessman, the whore was certain that he would win the bidding war, and as such had been ready to try and prepare himself for the day when the one thing he had left that was really his was taken from him... True, the preparation would have been to simply drink a great deal, but still...<br><br>The teeth that sank directly above his heart caused a low moan to pass through the blonde's lips, however the sound shifted and changed to one of combined shock and horror as he felt the finger press deeply into his untouched entrance, eyes widening under the blindfold. What could he do!? There had to be something! But of course there wasn't; Gareth had made sure that not only he was immobile, but that he couldn't even cry out for help... Not that the gag stopped his trying. Anel cried as loudly as he could, shaking his head frantically and twisting upon the bed, a rumbling growl meeting the command to relax.<br><br>'YOU relax! Fuck off! Let me go!' His mind shouted, the muffled cries being barely heard outside the room, and even if one did walk past, such sounds were common in Anel's room and would likely be ignored. He was fucked, in more ways than the obvious... Ryan would be so angry; the one thing the blond had going for him; that set him apart was being forcibly taken and there wasn't a thing he could do about it...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:23:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A wide grin crossed Gareth's lips as he felt Anel suddenly sense and thrash under him as though there was someplace he could escape to, and cry out loudly into the gag as though someone could hear or would believe that anything was wrong. By now, they all knew that screaming was common from Anel's room, especially when Gareth was there with him, and now that the poor boy had absolutely no way of alerting anyone in the house of his predicament, nor the ability to escape from said predicament, Gareth was completely free to take his sweet time with him. <br><br>A soft chuckle escaped him as he pressed a gentle kiss over the dark bruise forming on Anel's pale chest, his finger not relenting in its thrusting, a second one sneaking in on the next thrust in, his fingers pressing in deeply and curling upwards. With Anel tied so strictly and completely unable to move, Gareth was totally free to explore him, his fingers hunting for that spot that would give Anel a surge of pleasure. <br><br>He wanted him to want this. He wanted him to beg him for this the next time he saw him. He was determined to make Anel scream out in pleasure behind that gag and come hard from being violated. <br><br>"Don't worry. I'll pay Ryan <em>plenty</em> to make up for this," Gareth said in a taunting tone, reminding Anel that no matter what, Gareth had enough money to buy whatever he wanted from Anel - whether he wanted it or not. That included what was happening now. The two fingers thrust in and out of Anel's virgin entrance, stretching and lubricating it with the oil they were coated in, occasionally pressing firmly at his sweet spot to draw reactions from the captive boy, mercifully preparing him <em>somewhat</em> for what Gareth was about to force upon him. <br><br>Not <em>too</em> much, though... Gareth loved inflicting pain almost more than Anel loved receiving it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 07:36:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anel's teeth bit down hard upon the rubber ball within his mouth in a vain attempt to halt the low groans of pain that passed between his lips as the finger pressed in and out of his body, shaking his head weakly and continuing to jerk his hips as much as possible. The physical pain was more just an uncomfortable sting due to the oil; it was the internal pain that hurt the most, and in a manner not at all pleasant. This wasn't supposed to happen! The Teahouse was supposed to be safe; well-known and respected even among high social circles! How could this happen at the start of the day? Was no one walking past his room?<br><br>A low groan passed between his full lips as the second finger pressed inwards, his features twisting in pain at the forced intrusion, it drawing into sharp focus just how hopeless his situation was and a small sob passed between the boy's lips at the taunting comment. Money. Of course money would make this smooth over. Ryan couldn't turn down an offer made by Gareth; the man would simply increase it until the Master was made happy. Anel knew that Ryan did seem to care and value the whores in his House... But he also knew well that everyone had their price. He felt (ironically) so very cheap as the fingers thrust inside his body; though he spoke boldly about his virginity and its value, he truly did wish to keep it for as long as possible, and in a mere instant it had all been wiped away by what he thought to be a trusted client...<br><br>All the same, as those fingers curled upward and focused upon the hidden bundle of nerves, the blonde's body tensed for a moment, muscles clamping upon the digits. He moaned loudly in automatic pleasure at the deep stimulation and his cheeks stained a dark red of humiliation as his body responded positively to the assault, suddenly hating his instincts to seek out pleasure.<br><br>He didn't want this.<br>But it felt... A little good...<br>He didn't want it!<br>There was nothing he could do...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 08:06:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gareth's fingers continued to thrust in and out of the bound boy's body, grinning a bit as he watched him, Anel's reactions captivating him. He could tell that he wanted so badly not to enjoy what Gareth was doing to him, but unfortunately for him, Gareth knew what he was doing... his fingers expertly sought out that special spot in Anel's body, thrusting deep into him and lingering there, his fingertips teasing at the sensitive bundle of nerves as his tongue traced its way teasingly up Anel's chest, his body shifting to rest over Anel with a slight grin. <br><br>"Just relax, Anel..." he purred softly, his voice oddly sympathetic, even as his fingers continued to stimulate the boy trapped under him against his will. "You <em>knew</em> this was going to happen. You spend so much time teasing me every time I come here... you spend so much time flattering me, telling me how much you love it when I visit you..."<br><br>His fingers thrust firmly against Anel's prostate, and he shifted to brace himself on his elbow so that his fingers could weave into his hair, almost gently - almost. This was still Gareth. Once his fingers wove into the long blonde hair he took a firm grip on it, tugging Anel's head to the side, leaning in to lick at his exposed neck, speaking to him again, while his fingers continued to work on him. <br><br>"... I know you tell that to everyone, it's your job to make people feel like they're wanted... but you mean it about me, don't you?" Gareth said with a wide grin, glancing up at Anel's face, even though his expression was obscured by the gag and blindfold. His fingers resumed thrusting, teasing him mercilessly... he could have just simply taken him by now, but Gareth wanted Anel to feel what it was like to be teased to insanity. Whether he wanted it or not. Gareth was going to tease him up to the edge sloooooowly, and shove him over it <em>hard</em>, no matter how angry Anel might be later, he wanted him to think of this long after he had left. Crave it. <br><br>"Do any of your clients <em>ever</em> really treat you properly, the way you crave to be treated, aside from me, Anel?" Gareth murmured as he let his teeth just graze against Anel's pale neck, the bruises from his fingers gripping his throat earlier forming there already. "Just relax and let me show you how <em>good</em> this can be."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 20:10:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly, very slowly, the tightness that protested to Gareth's fingers would ease as Anel's body grew used to the sensation and even though the boy'smind raged at what was going on; urging him to do <em>something</em> to stop the violation of the terms of his service (his body didn't come to mind as of yet), there was nothing that he could do; bound and deprived of his senses as he was. His hips shifted slightly, torn between the desire to arch upward into the terribly talented fingers that sought that hidden bundle of nerves, and the need to push away, to put a stop to what was happening.<br><br>Finally, a low and somewhat strangled moan came from around the large ball held tightly within his teeth as the tongue trailed up his chest, his body arching upward of it's own accord into the damning touch. He couldn't help it; he <em>was</em> a whore after all, and one couldn't last long in such an occupation without having the talent to find pleasure where it may come, and unfortunately for Anel, his body began to crave the slender digits that expertly probed his tight entrance. Still, he was a stubborn one, and swiftly silenced the moan by biting down hard on the rubber gag, shaking his flushed face quickly at Gareth's words.<br><br>His slender frame jotled slightly as his head was suddenly jerked to the side, a shudder passing over him at the tongue tracing up his throat, his hips beginning to shift upward against the steady thrusts of the fingers despite his mind;s insistence that he wasn't to enjoy this. This was assault! It wasn't right! He told everyone that he wanted them, much as Gareth said and while the man did have something of a special place in Anel's bed, he did not have the right to do as he pleased.<br><br>Anel longed to be able to shout; to scream at hoe arrogant and self-centered the man was. To think that he would mean every single thing he said was absurd. Certainly he was much happier to take Gareth to his bed than some other clients, but he never wanted his virginity to be lost in such a way as this... What would Ryan say? A low groan of hopelessness passed between his full lips at the thought, a flicker of anger coming to him at the lack of any security at least coming to check; what the hell was Atticus doing!? Not his damn job, that was certain!<br><br>He was brought out of his inner rant quite abruptly as teeth grazed over his neck and he gasped sharply at the man's insistence that he relax; it was an easy thing for him to say, and the boy hated how his body seemed to be obeying and his muscles slowly eased to allow Gareth's fingers to move at a faster pace. Even his mind began to struggle a little with insulting the man...<br><br><em>Stop it! You... You fucker! Get... Off...!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 02:27:19</strong>
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				Gareth had to hold back a slight chuckle, Anel's reactions amusing him greatly, the way he tried to fight off the pleasure and deny it. Gareth shifted slightly to lick and bite at Anel's neck, as he thrust his fingers in deeper, pressing more firmly, determined to make him enjoy everything, even if he didn't want to. <br><br>His lips made their way down Anel's neck, teeth grazing lightly over his collar bone as he made his way lower, his fingers beginning to spread and stretch Anel's entrance as they thrust into him gradually. He could feel him relaxing, feel the way he thrust against his fingers slightly, he knew he wasn't hurting him - very much, anyway. He probably should fix that.<br><br>He shifted back slightly, his mouth finding its way to Anel's nipple, twirling his tongue around it, encouraging the flesh to harden, the skin around it still slightly reddened from the hot wax he'd dropped on him earlier. He smirked slightly, and at the thought, his gaze flicked up to the still burning candle. There was certainly a nice little pool of wax gathered in it now. He shifted his weight to lift himself up a bit, his fingers not slowing down, though his tongue left Anel's chest as he reached up to grab the candle. <br><br>"Am I being too gentle for you, Anel?" He asked with a slight grin, now holding the candle above him once more. He tipped the candle over casually, allowing a slow, but steady stream of dripping wax to fall down onto his chest, trailing over his nipples once more. <br><br>"I can fix that if you want. I do know how you like things, after all..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 13:24:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anel wasn't known for denying any pleasure that he felt, and no matter how he tried to do so; to dismiss the rush of unfamiliar sensations centred upon his hips, his body betrayed him too well. Small moans continued to escape the large rubber ball as his body writhed upward into the fingers the stretched him so deliciously and he trembled clearly, his arousal aching between his legs.<br><br>He arched his head back as those sinfully talented lips trailed over his throat, exposing more flesh for the taking should it be desired. It was wrong, even Anel knew it and yet there was nothing he could do about it. Why had he let himself be bound in such an open way?<br><br>It was the first time he had ever cursed bondage... A negative morning all around.<br><br>He groaned loudly as Gareth moved to his nipple, back arching upward into the sensation with a deep shudder, the flesh hardening in response to the touch. Anel blinked quickly beneath the blindfold, raising his head slightly as the man spoke of it feeling too pleasurable, shaking his head quickly before he felt the wax suddenly pour onto his chest.<br><br>A loud cry echoed around the ball, the boy's body twitching and writhing frantically against the firm ropes as his length twitched in response to the burning pain. By this point, even his mind had lost something of its resistance and fell willingly to Gareth's wonderful and terrible touches. "Mmmn! Nngh...!" He whimpered through the gag, trying to speak; to tell him to move forward.<br><br>'Do something! Anything!'
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 01:03:33</strong>
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				Gareth extinguished his supply of wax from the candle just before it reached Anel's groin again, and he chuckled softly, setting it aside into the candle holder once more as he began to slowly pick the bits of wax off of his body, flicking them away, the intruding fingers slowing down a bit. <br><br>"Poor thing, you're all hard and can't do anything about it, can you?" Gareth teased, his eyes drifting down Anel's helpless and exposed body, and he leaned down slowly, trailing his tongue from the base of Anel's straining erection up to the tip, his tongue lingering there and lapping at him, his gaze lifting to observe Anel's reactions as he did so. <br><br>"You want me to help you out with that?" He asked with a grin as he licked his lips, lifting his head slightly from Anel's groin. "If you do, I think perhaps you should ask nicely," He said teasingly, challenging Anel to think of a way to do so while gagged. While waiting for his response, his fingers slowly began to stretch him, spreading out, noticing that he was still gradually relaxing. At the same moment, he leaned down and licked along Anel's cock again, his tongue focusing on the head, lapping around it slowly, the tip of his tongue teasing at the slit. If he was going to do this to Anel, he was going to make damn sure he enjoyed it, whether he wanted to or not. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 01:21:16</strong>
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				Even through the unwanted haze of pleasure, Anel managed to feel somewhat insulted and irritated by the teasing comment that passed so smoothly between Gareth's lips; his body twitching in response accompanied by a small growling sound from behind the gag. 'Poor boy'. He was no such thing! ... Perhaps at that moment he was in an unfortunate predicament, but that was all the stubborn whore would admit to.<br><br>Still, as the wax was slowly peels from his body he couldn't help but shiver in delight at the burning sensation in its wake, back arching upwards as much as was possible against the bonds that held him back. His eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold as he tried to regain some semblance of control over his body; he used it for a living and should surely be able to stop himself becoming so very aroused.<br><br>With any other client: Yes.<br>With Gareth...<br><br>He cried out loudly, the sound echoing around the gag as he suddenly felt the tongue trail up his aching shaft, his hips tensing as they tried to buck upward but were stopped by the awkward position of his legs. The boy's heart thudded so loudly against his chest that he wa certain Gareth would hear it and as the man spoke so arrogantly; so sure that Anel would break and beg for his touch through this assault, the whore bit hard into the rubber, trying to stifle any sounds that might escape him.<br><br>'Ask nicely'. He would do nothing of the sort. Anel didn't whimper and beg like some pathetic child; he was more than that, he was- A loud whine somehow passed between his lips as again that sinful tongue traced over the head of his cock and he arched upward desperately into the sensations, shaking his head quickly. <br><br>'Ask nicely'. How could he do it? After several, frantic moments, Anel settled on arching his hips as much as he could, tilting his head back in a submissive fashion to openly expose his flesh in a way that he hoped would class as nice... He was past the point of wanting or not wanting...<br><br>Gareth had made him <em>need</em> it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 02:55:25</strong>
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				Gareth's eyes traced over the bound boy as his body arched under him and he grinned slightly, lifting his head up from his groin, the stimulation from his tongue stopping suddenly. The variety of reactions he got from Anel amused him greatly... he'd been angry only moments ago, but now, Gareth was sure he was begging for more with the way he seemed to be offering himself up to him now. <br><br>"Oh, do you like that?" He asked nonchalantly, as his fingers found that spot within Anel again, deftly curling up against it and pressing firmly, shifting his own body slightly so that he was leaning over him once more, looking down at his face. With a slight smirk, he brought his free hand up, unbuckling the blindfold, sliding it away from Anel's eyes gently, desiring the ability to see more of his reactions. Anel was completely restrained, it wasn't like having his eyes exposed would change that... and if he couldn't hear his moaning and begging, he might as well get to see the begging in his eyes as he worked.<br><br>"Do you want more?" He asked with a slight grin, his eyes locked on Anel's, fingers continuing to thrust in and out, stretching and spreading him. Though he couldn't hear the way his heart was pounding, Gareth could certainly <em>feel</em> it, Anel's body felt so hot and tight... he found himself having to shift slightly to accommodate his own arousal. He was enjoying the teasing... he didn't want to let it end too quickly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 20:17:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Anel groaned helplessly around the ball within his lips as the stimulation to his aching arousal was so suddenly stopped, his hips twisting the small degree they could in the bondage he found himself in. A small growling sound echoed Gareth's arrogant words, proving that the equally arrogant whore hadn't quite lost the will to show his distaste for the situation. Even so, there was nothing he could do in his current position, and he knew it... Feeling bound and controlled was wonderful; feeling bound, controlled and helpless to stop an assault, was not.<br><br>His back arched against the tight ropes as those terrible and wonderful finger coiled within his tight entrance, an obvious shudder of pleasure passing over the blonde's body before he blinked quickly, wincing at the light as the blindfold was slid away. Anel tried so very hard to muster the most harrrowing glare possible, though the expression was rather diluted by lust and raw passion as Gareth continued to tease and torment his body.<br><br>As the question was asked, the boy tried to remain stoically defiant; the half-glare remaining for several moments before those fingers shifted within hima nd he moaned once again, the expression shifting finally to one of great desire crossing into need. Pleading the man with his very gaze, Anel was truly helpless to do anything, even as the knowledge of how damning his actions were pressed at the back of his mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>30-04-2011, 04:30:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Do you want me, Anel?" Gareth asked with an inquisitive tilt of his head, his fingers slowly continuing to stretch him. He could see Anel's begging with his eyes, and it brought a slight grin to his lips - but he wanted more than implied pleading, he wanted Anel to actually admit he was enjoying what was happening, and he lowered his voice slightly as he leaned in closer.<br><br>"... does that feel good?" He coincided that question with a particularly direct thrust of his fingers at Anel's sweet spot, lingering there, deep inside, rubbing over the area firmly, his voice a low purr. "Do you want more, Anel? You can answer me more properly than that, even if you are gagged..." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 23:44:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was nothing he could do; Gareth was simply too good, too talented and Anel found that his resistance to the man's actions dwindled to only a small portion of his mind which continued to cry out. <em>Stop! You can't do this! Get away from me!</em> It was nothing against the flood of pleasure that rippled from the fingers that pressed into his body. He writhed desperately against his bonds, not to escape, but to arch towards Gareth's fingers and he panted loudly around the ball gag held between his teeth.<br><br>Was he expected to beg? How could he do such a thing!? Anel thought it was obvious by how his body throbbed and ached for the man's attention that he needed more... But of course, Gareth was a true sadist, and the whore would simply have to find a way. He released a stream of whimpering moans around the gag and jerked his hips as much as possible to try and show his need, shaking his head quickly. He couldn't handle it; he had never felt such pleasure before and as he gazed upward into his client's calm face the desire became all the more intense.<br><br>"Please... Please, I want more...! Fuck me already!" Was what he wanted to say, but it came out as meaningless groans and whimpers, his body writhing and shaking upon the bed, his length standing painfully hard between his spread legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:27:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A grin drew over Gareth's lips as he saw how eager Anel was getting at this point. He could tell he wanted him to fuck him, but it was greatly amusing him to keep teasing the poor boy, knowing he could do nothing about the burning need that was building up. Hell, he <em>could</em> stop now... untie Anel, tell him he was finished for the night and leave... leave him here craving so badly, to think about him for the next few days...<br><br>No. Anel could get him in trouble if he left now, banned from the house... then he'd never get this opportunity again. The chances were pretty high that for going as far as he had <em>already</em> gone he might not be allowed here for a very, very long time. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and that he probably wouldn't be allowed to buy himself out of it. He was going to be in trouble whether he let go of Anel now, or pushed forward - he might as well go all the way. <br><br>Licking his way slowly along Anel's aching erection, he carefully drew his fingers out after having stretched him gently. With a sly smirk, he shifted himself carefully so he was braced on both arms over Anel, looking down at him, his voice a low whisper as he looked in the boy's eyes challengingly. <br><br>"Do you want me, Anel?" His body wasn't touching Anel's, but they were close enough together that he could feel the heat of Anel's body, the sensation of being so close but not touching exciting in itself. He deliberately kept himself just out of touching distance, if Anel arched up, he lifted himself slightly to prevent them from touching, if he sank back down, he lowered himself as well, wanting to stay tantalizingly close.<br><br>"Do you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 20:16:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tears of frustration trickled down Anel's cheeks as he strained against the rope that bound him in such an open position. His jaw ached terribly from the gag, low groans of desperate desire passing through it as small strands of saliva trickled down his chin. His need was clear in even the slightest twitch of his body, a thin sheen of sweat causing his body to glisten beneath Gareth and as the sinful tongue ran over his length, the blond bucked his hips upward as much as he could manage, a dribble of precum oozing from the tip.<br><br>"Mmmn! Nngh!" He tried to speak but of course, all that came out were loud moans and as the man moved to hover over him, their bodies barely millimetres apart, Anel tried to arch upwards towards him only to find his efforts easily deflected. How else could he convey his need!? His body throbbed with an overwhelming desire, his hips twisting against their bonds; desperate for relief.<br><br>Anel's eyes shone with beautiful agony as he struggled to think of another way to tell Gareth that he wanted - needed the final touch, needed to find the pinnacle of pleasure that at that moment, only he could give... 'Please... Please, God, let him fuck me already!' His eyes rolled shut as he panted heavily through his nose, tremors coursing through his body as he forced himself not to arch upwards; even through the blinding need, he knew who was in charge. Gareth had made it painfully clear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>19-07-2011, 04:39:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gareth was enjoying the palpable heat that emanated from Anel's body, they were so close he could feel the warmth of his skin before he even allowed Anel's body to touch him. He was struggling in his bonds so hard, he would certainly feel it later when he was released...<br><br>Gareth leaned down slowly, finally allowing his body to come into contact with the writhing boy's beneath him, his erection pressing against Anel's as he dipped his head down to press kisses at his throat. He gave his hips a teasing thrust, lifting his head up to take in Anel's reaction, a low chuckle escaping him. <br><br>"You're liking this, aren't you? You want it so badly," He whispered, his own breathing a bit more labored, betraying a bit of his own desire as he drew his hips back very slowly, allowing the tip of his erection to slowly trail down between Anel's legs, letting it press against his entrance. I could feel every twitch and jerk of the boy's body, the trembling and writhing, he already knew the answer. <br><br>He didn't give Anel much time to prepare himself, abruptly thrusting himself in, his cock sinking in as far as he could go until his hips ground against Anel's, biting his lower lip to stifle a gasp at the feeling of tightness and heat suddenly enveloping him. Lingering there, and panting heavily, Gareth mercifully remained still, allowing Anel a moment to adjust. Opening his eyes slowly, he gazed down at the bound, gagged boy beneath him, a wicked grin coming to his lips. <br><br>Again, without giving Anel much time to prepare for the assault, he rolled his hips and drew himself out, brutally thrusting back in, harder than he had the first time. "Is that what you wanted?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 00:28:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This had to stop. It couldn't continue! Perhaps Gareth simply fingering him wouldn't count as loosing his virginity and he could still go ahead for the auction that was taking place? Perhaps if he stopped things now, Master Ryan wouldn't throw him out and he would keep his place as a good and dignified whore of the Teahouse? His hips writhed desperately in the bonds that held his whole body firmly and he breathed heavily through his nose, trying to both escape and arch closer towards the undeniable pleasure that Gareth delivered.<br><br>He couldn't stop it... He was utterly helpless both physically and mentally. Even if the ropes weren't holding him, Anel doubted that he would have the willpower to say 'no' to such overwhelming sensations, and as their erections brushed against eachother and the lips pressed to his neck, the boy shuddered with a deep moan, bucking his hips forward as much as was possible. "Mmn...!!" A strangled moan tore through his full lips as he shook his head quickly from side to side with a small shudder. He couldn't handle much more of Gareth's teasing, couldn't handle much more of anything...<br><br>His breath hitched as he felt the tip of the thick shaft nudging is entrance and his hips shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of anxiety coming over his eyes as he gazed upward at his client. In that brief moment the gravity of what was happening sunk into Anel's mind and he suddenly shook his head quickly, squeezing his eyes shut; he couldn't do this. It was wrong. he couldn't betray the others who worked in the brothel...<br><br>There was nothing he could do at that point however, and as suddenly Gareth thrust his hips forward, Anel cried out loudly even against the large ball that filled his lips and he whimpered loudly at the stretching of his muscles, breathing heavily and trembling violently upon the bed. It felt good, he couldn't deny that, and yet he felt ashamed of himself... He shouldn't be enjoying it...<br><br>Despite the wrongness of the whole situation, Anel moaned loudly in pleasure as he felt his client's hips thrust back and forth firmly inside his body, jerking slightly against the ropes with a quick, frantic nod at Gareth's words. He did want it; it was amazing...<br><br><em>More... More...! Please!</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Teahouse. - Anel Wilkes' room.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 17:39:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">We're finishing up this scene in PMs (which will be placed here once the scene is completed) so we can free up Anel's room for additional naughtiness. So sorry for keeping everyone waiting! This thread will be time skipped to catch up to the other ones after this post.</div></div>
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