The Intermales
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				Title: <strong>The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 21:27:58</strong>
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				It is unclear when the third human gender first appeared, although it is known that it occurred long before the advent of written records.&nbsp; Every major civilization, that is, every one that was large enough to have developed a form of writing and the ability to preserve it, has mentioned the thirds, the in-betweens.&nbsp; Every ancient world religion, too, has its explanation for their origin, yet none can really be proven or corroborated with scientific evidence.&nbsp; <br><br>For that matter, there are several scientific theories attempting to explain the appearance of the only third-gender in nature, but again, none have been proven conclusively.<br><br>The majority of cultural records show that the thirds, in almost all situations, were treated, at best, as a sub-class of humans.&nbsp; More often, however, they were used for various forms of slave labor.&nbsp; Thirds built the pyramids and the Roman aqueducts.&nbsp; Thirds became gladiators, or were simply fed to the lions in the Coliseum.&nbsp; Alexander the Great used them as elite, although conscripted, assault troops.&nbsp; Most often, however, thirds were sold as sex slaves.<br><br>An adult third appeared female, possessing the softer curves and secondary sexual features of the gender, like wider hips, slender waist, developed breasts.&nbsp; In fact, many of these features could be even more exaggerated, and on average, the population of thirds was larger-breasted than normal females.&nbsp; <br><br>However, it was the&nbsp; male genitalia that truly set them apart.&nbsp; Thirds were born with functional (albeit sterile) testicles and a penis, again often larger than their male counterparts.&nbsp; They could achieve an erection and orgasm, even producing a form of semen, though lacking sperm.&nbsp; It was this unique form, and the rarity of their kind, that led to the heavy trafficking of slaves that still goes on today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>02-07-2014, 21:59:16</strong>
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				"Alright, come on, today's the big day."<br><br>She stirred, legs shifted under the light sheet, but nothing else.<br><br>"Now, please.&nbsp; We've got to get you showered and at least somewhat presentable."<br><br>She rolled over, pulling the sheet enough to reveal a smooth thigh.<br><br>"I said, get up!"&nbsp; The loud man reached down to the bunk, grabbing a handful of material and whipping the sheet up and off of the sleeping figure.&nbsp; He allowed himself an impressed whistle; he'd never seen one so large, not even on a dint.&nbsp; "Holy shit, no wonder they've been asking so much for you.&nbsp; Jesus..."<br><br>Candice's eyes fluttered open, green pupils contracting from the harsh light spilling in from the hallway.&nbsp; They locked onto the man, one of the Wardens, then rolled in annoyance.&nbsp; "Yeah and if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to shove it right up your ass."&nbsp; And that was why, despite her impressive package, Candice had not yet been sold.<br><br>In modern times, the thirds, officially referred to as "intermales", were separated from their parents at birth, their true gender determined by an in-utero blood test.&nbsp; It was generally considered shameful to give birth to the third gender, despite their value on the slave market, and so the hospital would record the birth as stillborn.&nbsp; In actuality, the infant would be shipped to the nearest training center, where it (properly, intermales were assigned the "it" pronoun, although it was common to use "she" anyway, depending on the preferene of the speaker) would be raised to maturity and then sold to the highest bidder.<br><br>Intermales developed just like the other two genders, with puberty beginning anywhere between the ages of ten and twelve.&nbsp; Before this time, they physically resemble males in all ways, although generally their hair is still grown longer.&nbsp; Once the maturing process begins, intermales begin showing female secondary sexual characteristics, growing breasts and wider hips.&nbsp; It is at this point that the hair follicles on their legs, pubic region, and under their arms are permanently shut down using laser therapy.<br><br>Officially speaking, it was illegal to sell an intermale, or anyone for that matter, into slavery for sexual purposes.&nbsp; Instead, most intermales (the slang term was "dint", a pronunciation of DNT, which in turn stood for "dick 'n' tits") were sold, on paper, as "domestic workers".&nbsp; This was, actually, the largest open secret in the world.&nbsp; Common knowledge held that most dints who were sold, the pretty ones anyway, were used for sex.<br><br>Due to this, to at least settle some sensitive nerves, intermales could not be sold until maturity, which had been universally determined to be the age of eighteen.&nbsp; However it was legal to begin training intermales in the sexual arts at the age of sixteen, commonly felt to be the age of sexual maturity.&nbsp; <br><br>Candice had been studying for two years, had just turned eighteen, and today was the second attempt to sell her.<br><br>Physically, she was probably one of their most promising potential-sales.&nbsp; As mentioned, dints usually possessed more developed sexual attributes: larger breasts, longer penises, et cetera.&nbsp; Candice's body, however, went beyond even that.<br><br>She stood just under six feet tall, her form trim, with an athletic build that still curved gracefully.&nbsp; Her breasts were measured at 34DD.&nbsp; They were firm, perky even, and showed no sign of sag.&nbsp; The nipples were perfectly placed, just slightly higher than the midline of the breast itself.&nbsp; They bobbled as she walked, but only slightly, due to their density.<br><br>The real marvel, however, was Candice's penis.&nbsp; Even flaccid it measured over seven inches, growing, at its full-erection, to just shy of twelve, with nearly two inches of girth.&nbsp; According to the records at her training center, she had the largest penis of any intermale they'd ever taken in.<br><br>She stood finally, black hair cascading over her shoulders, penis flopping over her thigh.&nbsp; "Alright, alright, god.&nbsp; I'm up."<br><br>"Ok good," the Warden replied, relieved.&nbsp; Word had spread already that she failed her last sale due to her attitude.&nbsp; She was notoriously difficult to train or control really in any way, and would probably be a challenge to sell.&nbsp; "Let's get you into the showers, alright?"<br><br>"Fine..." Candice groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.<br><br>There were no private showers in the training center, and so after a very public washing, Candice was led to the holding room, along with a dozen or so other intermales, all waiting to be sold.&nbsp; She was led to a metal chair, which was freezing cold as she rested her butt in it.&nbsp; She shivered, but only once and for a second, before getting control of herself.<br><br>And so she waited.&nbsp; In a few minutes, they would be taken to the viewing room, where they would stand behind a large one-way mirror, waiting as a potential buyer looked each over and negotiated a price.&nbsp; That process would go on all day, until there were none left, or no more buyers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 10:39:00</strong>
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				<em>"Come on! What're you, thirty? You deserve to treat yourself!"</em>&nbsp;<br><br><em>"Twenty-four - &nbsp;but I was thinking a puppy or something, not a <strong>human being!</strong> Oh, and of course not to mention, the cost! You have a business, and I-</em><br><br><em>"Oh they're barely that, Derrick! Look, I'll pay half, and don't worry! It won't come from your bonus check. Now as your friend, go get some relief already!</em><br><br><em>Sigh. Jason, you can be such a pushy son of a bitch.</em> Derrick fiddled with his car keys, in his constantly teased 'ancient' Honda Accord, back from the 2010's. Sure, most of the population has their vehicles run mostly off of electricity in the 30's, and his car neared the total cost in simply buying a new vehicle in whole. Money was usually tight, saving each dollar he could for this new fabled car he dreamed of to give him an extra few dollars a day by switching from gasoline - running at near seven dollars per gallon - compared to the cleaner and abundant source of electricity.&nbsp;<br><br>Derrick's little dream was prolonged with Jason's shove. While he was a boss first and friend second, he made quick work to shove his nose right into the life of one worker in particular; Derrick himself. They steadily became friends, yet every time Jason believed something should change, all he needed to do was to tug at a string connected directly to Derrick, known infamously as his salary. With such a grand pressure laid upon him, he saw little choice with such a tight job market, withholding his lack of wide-spread education, focused into mathematics and some computer knowledge. And there was no way he would be a Math Teacher, no budging on that.<br><br>He had enough distractions. Derrick turned his head, staring out from his car window, gazing directly towards the open doors, slamming various shouts and hollers of both men and women interested in this auction against the barely sound-resistant windows. His keys were out of the ignition for well over an hour, having arrived mid-day to allow the rush to die down, eyes following several singles - and even couples - walking out with these nude intermales, without any amount of guilt or humiliation behind their actions. Meanwhile, Derrick couldn't help but question if he should have brought some amount of clothes, rather than the linen see-through robes folded neatly in his back seat, offering a passing glance behind him to view this article of clothing.<br><br>Finally, after nearly two hours of working his nerve, he popped the navy blue door from his Honda and flung his ways out - never mind the sensation of crawling out of a bucket - and, with a deep cleansing breath, marched robotically towards the door with gradually glowing red cheeks. Closing the door behind him and with a beep from his clicker, of course.<br><br>His hazel eyes peered into the facility, at first.&nbsp;Clenching the handle with his right hand, to the point of whitening his knuckles, before nearly slamming the rest of his body inward, brown hair flicking from his eyes from the velocity itself, with the stumble they followed. Repositioning his stance quickly to reduce the appearance of his foolishness, he paced each nervous step towards the viewing room.<br><br>Standing unusually straight at his five feet and six inch height, adjusting the beyond-bland blue t-shirt and basketball-short combo with a few dusting flicks &nbsp;of his hands. Running his fingers through his hair to give it a ruffled look, he shakily stood at the front amongst the dwindling crowd, gazing around slowly at the selection whilst gnawing upon his bottom lip in nervous anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 20:17:22</strong>
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				The door that led to the viewing room swung inward, and a woman wearing the facility's blue uniform shirt stepped through, carrying a clipboard.&nbsp; She consulted the papers it contained, flipped to the second, then third page, then called out without looking up.&nbsp; "Candice.&nbsp; You're next."&nbsp; <br><br>Candice shifted in her seat.&nbsp; She'd only been in the viewing room once before, and it hadn't gone especially well.&nbsp; They were required to put themselves on display, to entice the prospective buyers.&nbsp; Instead, she had mostly stood still, half because she had no idea what to do, and half because fuck it, she didn't really want to anyway.&nbsp; There were reprimands for that.<br><br>It had occurred to her afterward that, despite her loathing of having to essentially perform for strangers behind glass, it was also her only way out of this place.&nbsp; So Candice had determined that she would, in fact, show off.<br><br>"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," the short, pudgy auctioneer bellowed to the remnants of the earlier crowd.&nbsp; No more than a half dozen people had remained, yet he was required to keep the auction going just as if the room was still packed.&nbsp; "Next up is... well something special, to be honest.&nbsp; It'll be a shame to see this one go."&nbsp; The lights in the room were dim, and yet still managed to glint off of his bald spot.&nbsp; He turned to watch as the door in the other room, the one behind the glass, opened and Candice stepped through.<br><br>"This is Candice," he announced as she moved to the center of the mirror, attempting to sway her hips as she did.&nbsp; There was more than one audible gasp as the few in attendance got their first looks in.&nbsp; "It stands five-foot-eleven, weighing one-hundred-fifty-two pounds, and measures thirty-four double-d, twenty-eight, thirty six."&nbsp; His mic was piped into the viewing room, and so Candice could hear his entire description.&nbsp; Her hands gently caressed each area as he gave her measurements.&nbsp; "But the most impressive is that cock, am I right?&nbsp; I know you're all curious, so I won't leave you in suspense.&nbsp; It has been measured at seven-point-one inches when flaccid..." he allowed for a dramatic pause, while Candice slowly ran her fingers over the member, "and eleven-point-seven inches when erect, with two-point-two inches of girth."&nbsp; Again, gasps and murmurs.<br><br>"Now," the auctioneer continued, "lucky for all of you, it has been trained as a domestic," he shot everyone in attendance a knowing glance.&nbsp; "Domestic" was code for "sex slave".&nbsp; "I'm sure you're all eager to get started, so let's do just that, shall we?&nbsp; I'm going to open the bidding at ten thousand."<br><br>Silence.&nbsp; No one said a word.&nbsp; The price was... ridiculous.&nbsp; A dint with a body like that, not that one had been seen in a long time, should have started at ten times that amount, and the bids would have just skyrocketed.<br><br>A woman near Derrick, one of a pair, leaned to her companion.&nbsp; "There's got to be something wrong with it," she murmured.&nbsp; "Something really wrong.&nbsp; There's no way they'd sell one that cheap, let alone one like that."<br><br>It was true.&nbsp; Ten thousand was the lowest opening price of the day, by quite a bit.<br><br>Candice had heard the number as well, a number that was indeed far below the starting bid last time.&nbsp; They were trying to get rid of her.<br><br>"Well fine," she mumbled to herself.&nbsp; "They want to get rid of me, let's make sure they do, and for as little as possible."&nbsp; She began moving, seductively, accentuating the curves of her tall, long body, her hands sliding over her hips, then back up over her flat stomach, cupping her large breasts and teasing the nipples until they hardened.&nbsp; She smiled and winked at nobody in particular, only able to see her own reflection.&nbsp; Still, she hoped that someone on the other side happened to be in her line of sight.&nbsp; There was no way to know that she had actually locked eyes with Derrick for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>03-07-2014, 23:59:36</strong>
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				The would-be buyer stood in a rather rigid manner, shoving his hands into their appropriate pockets in his baggy shorts the moment he felt them grow clammy, feeling sweat beginning to migrate to his palms, and in a ring along his hairline. His mine kept flickering back to the German Shepard he daydreamed about, with a black and white-spotted coat, and a gentle white undercoat. Derrick always pictured himself with some sort of furred animal, outside of cats - they seemed to give him the chills, which his mind happened to remind him with a spinal shiver, clenching his hands into tight balls in the process.<br><br>Derrick, following the shiver, returned to 'present day' rather than submerged into his fantasies.&nbsp;<em>Another time,</em> came the proceeding thought in accompanying an agitated stare towards the glass into the viewing room, ears tuning into whatever the auctioneer was declaring.<br><br>"...something special, to be honest. It'll be a shame to see this one go."<br><br>Derrick smacked his lips, the only way to resist scoffing right in the middle of the 'crowd', staring continuously at the glass in an unamused manner.&nbsp;<em>Sure, it isn't like anyone can't taste the saltiness...</em> His eyes briefly scanned the crowd, craning his neck to the sides to get a decent look at his 'competitors';&nbsp;<em>How many of them have bought before?</em>, came a question rattling his mind. While he had little to no knowledge about buying stocks, even less in buying a dint, he could only fathom off what his mind could create in image of what would appeal to his tastes. Thankfully, the lack of clothing care given to the various intermales walking the city with their owners, gave little to nothing to the imagination - why, he had an abundance of templates to base from!<br><br>Yet once he zoned back into reality, nothing could have prepared him for what was presented. In fact, his eyes would grow to the size of dinner plates if given the chance, even letting his jaw to loosen it's rather annoyed grip onto his teeth. Candice, catching a full sight of her with an almost perfectly time declaration of it's member's length in an erected state, caused Derrick's heart to pound against his ribcage.<br><br>Now, Derrick Lyman was, in his thoughts, had "not a single ounce of gay" in him. When he saw Candice, in not only her body's alluring form, combined with the immense size of her cock... Well, he had to have her. Paying only partial attention to the women beside him, the unknowingly-accidental eye contact from Candice sealed the deal. Offering a few moments to pass, giving others a chance, he found his hand in the air: "Ten-thousand!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 00:10:52</strong>
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				She wasn't quite hard yet, but had still managed to excite herself enough that her member, already impressively long, had grown another inch and was beginning to lift itself.&nbsp; She had known from the time that she could understand such things that her size was out of the ordinary, and could be used to her advantage.<br><br>Candace removed her hand from her cock, leaving it still mostly flaccid, and turned her attention again to her firm breasts, fingers bumping over the nipples as she closed her eyes, mouth opening in a silent moan.&nbsp; They wanted to get rid of her?&nbsp; Then she would certainly help.<br><br>"Ten thousand!" Came the excited voice of the auctioneer.&nbsp; This broke her concentration, causing her hands to freeze for just a moment.&nbsp; Someone had bid.&nbsp; There was a very high chance that she would be bought.<br><br>"Do I have twelve?"&nbsp; The auctioneer's voice was piped into the viewing room, in case he needed to give the girls instructions.&nbsp; It also meant that they could hear all of his part of the process.&nbsp; Candice decided she needed to step up her game.&nbsp; <br><br>She approached her own reflection, pressing her body to the glass.<br><br>In the other room, murmurs rose as Derrick bid on what was clearly, to the others anyway, an inferior dint.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anyone else?" the auctioneer asked.&nbsp; "Are there any other bids?"&nbsp; No one spoke, only shot curious glances toward Derrick, wondering if he was simply foolish, or knew something they did not.<br><br>"Once?&nbsp; Twice?&nbsp; Well then, sold."&nbsp; There was no gavel, or podium on which to pound it, and so the word itself was enough to end the auction.&nbsp; Not like there was much competition anyway.&nbsp; "Sir, if you'll step through that door there we'll get your paperwork started."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 00:42:07</strong>
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				...<em>Wait. Did I just bid...?</em> Derrick stared forward, feigning a confident smirk plastered over his lips, trying with little success to ignore the stares and murmurs around him, and found his eyes settled onto Candice alluring appearance, pressed into the glass in almost a teasing manner. Swallowing his nerves, refusing in allowing his mind to second-guess his sudden choice. Instead, he turned himself around and marched directly for the door, slipping his right hand into a lower hanging pocket of his shorts, digging out his trifold wallet to relieve his pocket of weight, flicking it open to withdraw a check.<br><br>This check in particular, was already signed by one Jason Gregory. It was with a proceeding sly smile to cover his face, giving the rectangular paper a few flicks before standing in front of the door, and slipping right into the room that followed. <em>Well Jason, seeing as she was cheaper than what you stated... I think you'll pay for it all.</em> His smirk becoming firm, he cleared this throat as he looked around the room. "Anyone have a pen?"
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 01:26:43</strong>
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				"Sold."<br><br>Sold?<br><br>She was sold.<br><br>There had actually never been any training for what happened after a sale.&nbsp; It was all about being sold, showing off, selling the product.&nbsp; <br><br>Candice backed away from the mirror, her body no longer writhing, her erection, what little there had been, already deflating.&nbsp; <br><br>The door behind her opened, the female Warden rescuing her before she had a chance to embarrass herself.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; Looks like you're getting out of this place."<br><br>***<br><br>"Hi, I'm Joe Thompson, and just call me Joe."&nbsp; A large, Meath hand was offered, along with a surprisingly jovial smile.&nbsp; <br><br>The door had been opened from the other side, and out stepped a towering man in dress slacks and a polo shirt that did little to negate a growing beer gut.&nbsp; <br><br>"Come on in and we'll get the paperwork out of the way."<br><br>They sat at a broad metal desk, a stack of forms on one side.&nbsp; Joe took several from the top, and began spreading them out, describing each one as he placed them next to each other.&nbsp; "First, and most important, is the bill of sale.&nbsp; All it does is confirm that you are buying the intermale named "Candice" from us for the price of... " he consulted the paper quickly, "ten thousand... Really?&nbsp; Ten thousand?&nbsp; Well that's a hell of a deal, isn't it?"&nbsp; He didn't so much wait for a response, and moved to the second form.&nbsp; "This one is a two-part medical document.&nbsp; The first one is a guarantee that your intermale is free of all known disease, and that it has received all federally mandated vaccinations and medical screenings.&nbsp; The second part is your acknowledgement of the fact that, under the Affordable Care Act, you are required to provide medical coverage to any and all intermales in your possession.&nbsp; Lastly is a menu of available products and services which we can provide, at nominal cost, for your new intermale."&nbsp; He seemed to pay the most attention to this last form.<br><br>"First, we do offer hair color changes, legal name changes and circumcisions at no extra charge.&nbsp; As you saw, I'm sure, our intermales are sold uncut, but we have facilities right here to perform the procedure.&nbsp; In addition, we offer a line of clothing, if you would like, which is designed to accentuate the intermale body."&nbsp; He sat back, the chair creaking under his large mass.&nbsp; "Have a look at those, then we'll bring Candice in."
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				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 02:04:38</strong>
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				"Hello, Joe. Errm, nice to meet you, sir." His visibly slimmer hand made contact with Joe's, offering as firm of a grip as he could in turn, combined with the shake of his hand. With a proceeding nod of his head, Derrick continued to follow behind Joe and into the adjacent room, slipping his check into his pocket with a pat atop of it afterwards. "Sure, let's get everything settled," inhaling a deep settling breath directly after, trying to reclaim his nerves.<br><br>Walking some distance behind Joe, Derrick edged his way into the room, spotting the chair opposing Joe's, and hastily making to give his legs a bit of a rest before they began to shake from his mind's full shaky realization of what he just did.<br><br>Derrick's eyes scanned over the presented forms, leaning forward with his belly pressed against the cold desk's surface to read over the presented forms as they were explained one at a time. Breaking concentration for a split moment, he casted his eyes around before catching the sight of a pen in sight, grasping it within his dominant hand - his right - and proceeded to scribble his signatures after swift glances of the mentioned forms. During these signings, he didn't provide any response, only having the solid intent to just end the day. However, once the last papers came to his attention, a moment was needed to subdue the confused appearance on his expression.<br><br>"Uh..." Following a brief pause, he'd check the boxes as followed: no, no, hesitation, yes. Yet the clothing? The way several other buyers escorted their purchases out in nothing more than skimpy undergarments, Derrick suspected they were brought on their own accords. He craned his head upwards, staring at Joe for a passing moment, nodding his head shortly thereafter. "I... Actually, I'd like if - Candice, right? - would come in after the circumcision, so I could see, maybe, what of your selection would... look appealing on her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 02:32:39</strong>
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				Joe began scooping up the papers, tapping them once on the desk to ensure they were at least somewhat orderly.&nbsp; "After?&nbsp; Oh, sure, of course, that's normal.&nbsp; We like to have them fully prepared for you before they're brought to you.&nbsp; I you'll. follow me this way," he indicated another door, opposite of the way back to the auctioning room, "we'll get you settled into you own private meeting room."<br><br>Derrick was led through a hallway lined with unmarked doors, and finally through one to the right.&nbsp; The room beyond was starkly white, but comfortable, with a few plush leather seats, a mini-bar ("complimentary!" Joe had announced a little too happily) and a large TV that apparently received everything.&nbsp; Derrick was left to his own devices, assured that Candice would be ready in an hour.<br><br>It was a little more like two when Candice was fully awake and alert after the procedure.&nbsp; She was somewhat taller than most intermales, and they had misjudged on the anesthesia, erring on the high side.&nbsp; Now sitting in the recovery area, she held an ice pack to her circumcised penis, occasionally moving the cold pack to examine it.<br><br>She had gone eighteen years with it the other way, the foreskin having been familiar, the shape was part of her.&nbsp; Now, the bulbous head just sat like an odd crown at the end, seeming to be pointing across the room.&nbsp; She admitted that this was more attractive, but it was still different.<br><br>"How does it feel?" A nurse asked.&nbsp; Candice had never gotten the woman's name, but she was at least nice enough.<br><br>"Better," she lied.&nbsp; They'd given her painkillers, but they were wearing off.<br><br>"You want some more meds?&nbsp; Those should have worn off by now."<br><br>Oh... Alright, Candice thought.&nbsp; "Oh, alright," she said out loud, accepting the offered pills.&nbsp; They helped.<br><br>Twenty minutes later and Candice's penis was considered healed.&nbsp; She was led down the same hallway as Derrick had been earlier, escorted by that same female warden again.&nbsp; "Just... Try to be nice, ok?&nbsp; Or at least, don't piss him off?"<br><br>Candice tried not to sound indignant.&nbsp; "What do you mean?&nbsp; What makes you think I'd be anything other than nice to him?"<br><br>The warden didn't respond, and instead stopped outside the door, taking a moment to look her charge over.&nbsp; She patted Candice's arm, then stepped back.&nbsp; "Good luck, kid."&nbsp; She turned and left.<br><br>This struck Candice as odd.&nbsp; Contact between wardens and the intermales was forbidden, and none had ever shown any kind of affection, as little as that contact was, really.<br><br>She wrote that off as something to consider later, then slowly opened the door to the meeting room, poking her head in.&nbsp; "Master?" She asked quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:26:09</strong>
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				Derrick breathed a soft sigh of relief, making to rub the palms of his hands together with a satisfied smile, nodding his head quickly and stood almost immediately, slipping from the gap between his chair and the desk before catching up to Joe, taking a brief moment to wipe sweat from his brow and to crane his neck side to side, cracking his neck in the process as a partial calming process.<br><br>Easing into the provided room, he gave a nervous wave back to Joe with a feigned smile. "Thanks," was really his only response, clearing his throat the moment the door closed behind him, nearly rushing to the couch before the TV and collapsed onto it with a fierce groan into the nearest cushion. Promptly sitting in a rigid manner, his 'mask' grew a crack as he leaned forward, rubbing over his face with both palms, and cloned groaned. "What've I done...", Derrick murmured, cupping his face within his hands as he simply waited.<br><br>And waited.<br><br>And waited.<br><br>Aaaand waited.<br><br>Well past the two hour mark, thankfully only on his first bottle of Bud's Air, rolling the neck between his two palms whilst the tip of his shoes tapped rapidly upon the surface of the flooring. The television played some sports program, mainly providing some amount of background noise for Derrick as he waited, patience breaking. And immensely regretting not bringing his Galaxy S12.<br><br>Preventing him from moving onto his second bottle however, Derrick's head nearly snapped from the neck it rested upon when the soft voice penetrated his ear drums, eyes gazing towards the original door he entered through, instantly finding his cheeks gaining an extra amount of red pigment. Her face alone produced some arousal in his body, along with the added fact that - not only was she technically his property now - how her voice struck a particular cord inside him.<br><br>Realizing he was flat out ogling her appearance, Derrick cleared his throat and stood rapidly, bringing the bottle to his lips with a firm grip on it's neck, tilting the glass backwards to down the rest of its faint taste. Turning his body around, hastily setting the empty bottle onto the nearest table, clearing his throat with a small smile towards Candice. "Uh-huh... Do- er, don't call me master. It feels weird... Derrick is fine." With a dim, blatantly nervous smile, he gestured to the couch nearby and resumed his seat. "Please, take a seat... Let's get to know each other some, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 03:41:17</strong>
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				"Don't call me master."&nbsp; That was odd.&nbsp; The dints had been told during training that some masters might be like this, especially the new ones, and Candice found herself wondering of this man had ever owned a dint, or if she was his first.<br><br>"Yes, master," she replied, nodding and the quickly correcting herself.&nbsp; "Derrick, I mean, I'm sorry."&nbsp; She hadn't met his eyes yet, which was rather difficult.&nbsp; They had been trained to keep their gaze down unless told otherwise, but Candice quickly discovered that she towered over her new owner, and that even when looking down obediently, she was still gazing at the top of his head.<br><br>The dint entered and stood next to the couch.&nbsp; "Thank you, and I will be glad to sit when my master does."&nbsp; She found that if she looked down and a little to the side she was able to avoid his eyes and present herself as properly subservient.&nbsp; <br><br>Ayer Derrick had sat, Candice dutifully took her own seat, close to him on the couch, but with a comfortable distance.&nbsp; Since he hadn't ordered anything else from her, she assumed that it was best not to touch him yet.&nbsp; "What is it you would like to know about me, Mas... Derrick?&nbsp; As you know, I'm sure, my name is Candice, but of course that can be changed if you would like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 04:54:12</strong>
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				The twenty-four year old man, whom had seen numerous amounts of scantily-clad dints in a day-to-day routine amongst not only his neighborhood; the city, offices, and even openly exchanged as gifts to one another in such casual fashions. However, Derrick felt stunned, if not frozen, as he caught a good long look of Candice, only now deciphering her exact height, making him all the ore astonished. He cleared his throat sharply, rubbing his hands together briskly while smacking his lips, attempting to muster up his nerve to talk to an <strong>intermale slave</strong>. &nbsp;<em>God, what would Jason say...</em><br><br>"I, uhm, you can sit whenever... Y'know, when your feet are tired and...stuff." Derrick even embarrassed himself with how awkward he acted around it, burying his teeth into his lower lip with a deep inhale through his nostrils, trying desperately to calm himself. Being vividly obvious at this point and time, that not only was his mask broken, but how blatantly nervous he was.&nbsp;<br><br><em>What to know... What would I ask her?</em> Spreading his tongue along his dry lips briefly, he swallowed another breathe of air before turning his head to gaze upon Candice, back still hunched forward, and almost instantly producing a chuckle. "I know I'm the n-nervous one, but... I didn't know intermales could be too," upon the assumption that dints were immensely 'touchy-feely'. "I guess... Well, what would you like to wear? And ah, Candice is fine... It's a nice name, I like it..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 05:12:22</strong>
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				Candice nodded and thanked him for the compliment on her name.&nbsp; She didn't believe she was acting nervously, but wouldn't dare correct her new master.&nbsp; She was being... properly subservient, wasn't she?<br><br>He had asked about clothing, what she wanted to wear.&nbsp; Why would he ask that?&nbsp; What a confusing question.&nbsp; She of course would wear whatever she was told, whatever would please him.&nbsp; "Master... Derrick, I'm sorry.&nbsp; I will wear any clothing that would make you happy, or none at all if you would prefer.&nbsp; However, I would also be happy to answer your question, since you did ask.&nbsp; And, thank you for asking for my opinion."&nbsp; This was odd.<br><br>She still was looking down, much easier to avoid his gaze now that they were sitting.&nbsp; "Generally, the dints here are nude at all times.&nbsp; To be honest, I haven't ever worn many clothes.&nbsp; I suppose it would be fun to try, though."&nbsp; It was becoming somewhat clearer that Derrick was new to this, and really had no idea what he was doing.&nbsp; She would need to lead him through it, as strange as that sounded.<br><br>"Maybe, maybe just some underwear, to start?&nbsp; Baby, steps, right?&nbsp; They have some wonderful g-string panties made just for dints with a pouch up front for... Well, you know.&nbsp; Speaking of that, I do have a question, if you will permit me."&nbsp; She didn't wait for permission, and technically should have, but this new master seemed much more permissive than she had expected.&nbsp; "How... sexual should I be for you, Derrick?"&nbsp; She still said his name with the same reverence she used for "master".&nbsp; "Would you like me to be proper, or more... um... more sexual.&nbsp; For instance, just now, I shied away from talking about my..." she gestured to her lap and the large organ between her thighs.&nbsp; "My member.&nbsp; That kind of has to do with clothing too, really.&nbsp; Should I cover myself for you, or would you like to look at me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 05:37:14</strong>
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				Derrick simply felt as though he couldn't treat her as an animal. There were several things that separated intermales from, say, a dog: she spoke easily and without strain, had no fur, was larger than him in <strong>both</strong> departments, and he was generally attracted towards it. He'd love to simply say for her to obey his every command, yet he felt an amount of ... Something ... pulling him from doing so.<br><br>"I... How about this." His tone was a bit more gathered, yet not particularly firm in a sense. In fact, it seemed he was trying to sound reasonable even displaying a smile towards her. "We will try, and decorate, and see about getting you a <strong>comfortable</strong> set or sets of clothes for you to adorn, okay? I just... Can't exactly stand those body-forming outfits, makes me feel suffocated just by looking at them." What was he doing? Well, it was easy - and most likely, Jason'd give him a nice earful.<br><br>"And, uh... I know a member I'd a very... Embarrassing thing to have in the open - at least for me. You can keep it out or to yourself when we're at my home, okay?" Derrick took in a deep inhale, one of several already, and found his eyes drifting south towards her already-impressive dick between her legs, biting at his lower lip for a moment. "And... As sexual as whatever." Debating if he truly was a lightweight, what with possibly being drunk off of that near alcohol less drink of his, he softly stroked her leg with a small nod. "...maybe, even, I'll see about making it comfortable?" Not daring to even touch her, he drew another breathe, this time followed by a groan of an exhale, and nodding his head.&nbsp;<em>...I feel woosy.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 05:55:29</strong>
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				She took in his words, processed them, eventually understood them.&nbsp; He was like they had said; more compassionate, maybe even caring.&nbsp; It seemed that she had lucked out.<br><br>"Very well, Derrick.&nbsp; Whatever you would like.&nbsp; Although please remember that my job is to make you happy in any way that I can, so I will dress however you would like."&nbsp; His hand was on her leg, and, well, it felt nice.&nbsp; She'd caught him looking at her cock, and shifted slightly so that his hand stayed, but her member was a little more on display.&nbsp; <br><br>"You don't have to be embarrassed, Derrick.&nbsp; You own me now, you own that too.&nbsp; You are certainly free to look at or touch it if you wish.&nbsp; You may also dress me so that it's size is apparent.&nbsp; In fact, it would please me, if it would please you of course, to have it shown off."&nbsp; <br><br>Candice sat back, again allowing her cock to be a little more exposed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 06:20:36</strong>
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				Derrick swallowed a lump in his throat. He wasn't particularly hiding glances or anything of the sort from Candice's admittedly impressive cock, understanding thoroughly that he essentially owned her, even if he did use Jason's currency to do so.<br><br>His head tilted back, glancing towards her eyes and pursed his lips, before nodding his head. "Alright, I guess thanks. I suppose a dress would look nice, but not a short one..." Derrick's hand proceeded to run along it's thigh, full on stroking her skin with his gentle and soft palm and fingers, letting the tips dance and feel her skin.<br><br>Though once she adjusted, truly presenting herself to him, color rose to his cheeks. Feeling his lips and tongue go dry, stretching his hand forward and calmly stroking her member once, before pulling his hand away and sat straight - finally - and offered her a small smile. "And yes... Whenever you're within my home, you can... Have everything wave about. Just not when I'm doing computer work, alright?" Before offering her a chuckle of any sort, an idea suddenly popped into his mind. "What do you eat, anyway? Are you a vegetarian? I'll make sure to have some fruits in my house if you are, then." He offered a smile at that note, now having his hand reassuringly patting her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 06:36:11</strong>
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				He was nervous, and she found this rather adorable, although she kept such thoughts safely to herself.&nbsp; But the. He surprised her as his fingers touched the soft skin of her cock.&nbsp; The touch was gentle, and exciting.<br><br>"A dress, yes of course, if that is what you would like.&nbsp; As I said, I'll wear whatever you desire, Master.&nbsp; Derrick."&nbsp; She would have to get used to that.<br><br>The conversation then went back to more mundane details, and she sat forward, mostly removing her cock from plain view so as not to cause a distraction.&nbsp; "I tend to be pretty easy as far as food goes.&nbsp; I seem to have a rather high metabolism.&nbsp; Most dints do, actually.&nbsp; As long as I don't go overboard and eat pizza every night I should be fine.&nbsp; Don't worry, I promise to not get fat."&nbsp; She smiled, hoping it might loosen the tension that surrounded them.&nbsp; They were certainly getting along, but it was still awkward.<br><br>For that matter, she was starting to wonder if he really had purchased her for sex, as nearly all did, or if he really did intend for her to be a domestic worker.&nbsp; If that was the case, it seemed to be a waste of a fantastic cock.&nbsp; Candice wasn't self-absorbed, but knew enough to know that her package was extremely rare, and very sought-after.<br><br>Perhaps he needed prompting.&nbsp; Maybe a direct question?&nbsp; "M... Derrick, if I may ask, how were you planning to make use of me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>05-07-2014, 07:11:56</strong>
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				Derrick gradually grew, for lack of a better word, comfortable around Candice. After his eyes parted entirely from her 'hidden' cock, he found his eyes searching and resting on her own, truly offering her some form of respect. While this might cause other intermales owner to curse him upon his lack of 'discipline' towards her, yet inside of him he felt a lack of need to be harsh. If one is kind, without being a walking board for others, things can easily be accomplished. In his eyes at least, and damn it if he wasn't going to try with her.<br><br>A chuckle drew past his lips from the comment about weight, feeling the need to add: "Well, you wouldn't have to fear about being replaced if you did. There's more to a life than just weight." Derrick's head nodded in a confirmation of this small philosophy of his, leaning easily into the couch the two of them sat upon, though felt his eyebrow furrow on the question. How <strong>would</strong> he use her?<br><br>In his life, he never considered himself to be a sex-fiend of any sort. Derrick wasn't exactly a virgin either, and admittedly, he did find a sort of attraction towards Candice. Infact, after a moment of consideration, he offered a small smile with an explanation. "Well, I would be a lazy man if I used you as a cleaning service - I need <strong>some</strong> exercise in the day." Leaning towards her some, patting her shoulder reassuringly, &nbsp;"Just clean whatever mess you make, and we'll see about enjoying each other's company, hm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 10:10:58</strong>
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				Candice nodded, content with his answer.&nbsp; Derrick seemed, so far at least, and as much as she could tell, to be a decent person.&nbsp; It seemed that she had gotten quite lucky.&nbsp; It was far too common for a dint to be sold off to a master who gave little regard to her health and well being, and simply used her up.&nbsp; There realistically was no punishment for allowing your own dint to die, as they were seen as property.&nbsp; Oh sure, there could be violations if the dint was beaten too severely, starved, or otherwise treated cruelly.&nbsp; But those still often went unpunished.<br><br>Luckily, situations like that were rare, and most often, dints were simply servants, treated well enough due to their cost, and usually expected to perform various sexual acts for their owners.&nbsp; It was this fact that had prompted Candice's question, which Derrick had not really answered.<br><br>The dint shifted, uncomfortable with bringing up the fact that he had not really answered her the way she wanted.&nbsp; "Um... Derrick, I'm very sorry.&nbsp; I clearly stated my question poorly, and so your answer, while perfect for the question I asked, did not address the point I had intended.&nbsp; I apologize, and I will try to ask better questions in the future.&nbsp; What I had meant was: will we be having sex?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 21:25:27</strong>
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				Derrick eased into the temporary silence, turning his attention if briefly to the television in front of him with a mild look of distaste. <em>Where is that guy with the clothes?</em>, he thought with only a small amount of frustration, twiddling this thumbs together in a nervous manner. He had waited well over two hours for this process to end, and passively wondered if the sun had set outside of the facility yet.<br><br>When Candice began to speak, saving Derrick from his own mind in the silence, he was keen enough to offer her a smile. Partially amused by her disparity in being polite in asking her question, his smile faded rather quickly the moment her intended question came to light: "Will we be having sex?" He fumbled, resorting to rubbing his palms together and smacking his lips. "Sex, huh?"<br><br>While Derrick wasn't a virgin, the word still seemed to make him squirm like a child getting 'the talk' for the first time. He understood in a vivid manner as to why dints were purchased to frequently; despite the labeling, their combined appearance in breasts and cock easily satisfied people, no matter which team they seemed to play for. Yet imagining that each person that walked along the sidewalk with a dint had used them for sex, we're thoughts he particularly wanted to focus on.<br><br>Rather than acting as deer in headlights - at least for any longer, - he gripped ahold of himself, staring towards Candice and nodded partially. "I..." He hesitated, resisting himself from simply saying 'if you want to', coming to the understand that he personally would need to be making some of these choices. "...yeah, we will."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>07-07-2014, 21:48:23</strong>
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				Candice nodded once, taking the whole question and answer as matter-of-fact.&nbsp; It really was, for the dints.&nbsp; They had been trained in all manner of sexual activities, positions, et cetera.&nbsp; She herself had both received and given, the second one being somewhat of a challenge due to her size.&nbsp; She, like all of her classmates (the other dints of the same age at this particular facility) had expected sex to be part of the deal.<br><br>"If I might ask, then, if you are comfortable speaking about it, how would we... that is, would you prefer to penetrate me or..." she was cut off by the sound of a light rap at the door, then of the latch opening.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting!"&nbsp; The voice was feminine, cheery, and with a southern drawl that placed her origin from somewhere between Texas and Georgia.&nbsp; A shorter, blonde woman poked her head, followed by the rest of her body, into the room, shutting the door behind her.&nbsp; She seemed to be somewhere in her very early forties, and was probably a knockout twenty years earlier, but was now starting to show her age.<br><br>Candice turned to see who the intruder was, somewhat disappointed that her conversation with Derrick would have to be put on hold.&nbsp; The dint admitted to herself that she was rather enjoying how Derrick was shying away from the sex topic.&nbsp; It made her feel... somehow good about herself, that she was clearly having an effect on him.&nbsp; He was attracted to her, and she liked that.<br><br>"Hi," the blonde woman said again as she came over to the seating area, holding out her hand and taking Derrick's.&nbsp; "I'm Amber, and I work for InterLove.&nbsp; We're a company that manufactures and sells various items to... enhance your relationship with your new intermale."&nbsp; She took a seat across from Derrick, laying out a magazine on the table between them.&nbsp; "First off, let me say that we are not in any way affiliated with the training center, as that would be illegal.&nbsp; Instead, we rent space and time from them at fair market value."&nbsp; She nodded, once, curtly.&nbsp; "There, that's out of the way.&nbsp; Sorry, we have to say that for legal reasons."<br><br>For the first time, Amber glanced in Candice's direction, examining her body for a moment.&nbsp; There was a slight stiffening to Amber's posture, especially when she saw the size of the dint's member.&nbsp; Her eyes swung back over to Derrick, then down to the catalogue.&nbsp; She flipped through the first few pages for him.&nbsp; "So, as I was saying, we sell items to enhance and compliment your relationship with your new intermale.&nbsp; Everything from clothing and jewelry to more... exotic items.&nbsp; For starters, you might want to think about some underwear.&nbsp; Here in the city it's perfectly legal for your intermale to walk around fully nude, as long as you're accompanying it.&nbsp; However, there are plenty of other cities and areas where they are required to at least cover their genitals, sometimes more than that.&nbsp; So we typically recommend that you at least start with the underwear.&nbsp; There are plenty of styles to choose from..." she began flipping pages, "thongs, g-strings, bikinis, all of which have plenty of room up front to accommodate its unique anatomy."<br><br>Amber then flipped toward the back of the catalogue, which showed pictures of colorful, mostly rubber and latex items, many in the forms of various parts of the anatomy.&nbsp; "We also sell toys, for you and for it, to use in intimate situations.&nbsp; There are dildos, cock rings, anal plugs..." the words sounded strange and foreign coming from her lips, and yet she was entirely professional about the whole business.&nbsp; "You may also want to consider a rubber vagina or anus, for it to use for now."&nbsp; Amber again took a look, a rather conspicuous one, at Candice's cock, visually measuring it.&nbsp; "I don't mean to sound rude, but I doubt if you'll be able to take that monster, not right away anyway.&nbsp; So you might want to buy something to use to pleasure it with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 01:57:54</strong>
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				Derrick's cheek almost seemed to glow as the conversation was gradually drifting towards the exact aspects of sex. Even as his new dint spoke, his mind raced a mile a second, baring flashing images of various positions and, much to his own dismay, many of them pictured himself <strong>beneath</strong> her. His mind gradually drifted towards not mere moments ago of his quick scans of her 'meat', his jaw slowly unhinging to finish her statement. Derrick would have as well, if it wasn't for the sudden voice of another, to which he broke the eye contact he didn't know he had with Candice, to stare towards the origin of this third voice.<br><br>His right arm rose, taking use of his wrist and wiped it along his hairline to cast aside the sweat that formed. <em>Is it hot in here?</em>, was the first actual thought in his mind, nevermind the instinctual nod directed towards the blonde woman. Once she came within reach, Derrick made kind to stand and extend his hand to meet her own, offering a small shake and a smile over his lips. "Amber? I'm Derrick, good to meet you." Feeling more reinforced with his smile, he seated himself after Amber had taken her own, scooting towards the edge of the couch to catch a better look at the presented magazine.<br><br>Most of what Amber stated flew right over Derrick's head, only giving her a feigned meaningful nod when the term 'legal' was brought forth, still unsure of what she said. With his eyes focused already on the choices of clothing - completely oblivious the passing glance towards Candice - and directed his attention towards the suggested underwear, taking his intermale's advice to start there specificly. His eyes were instantly set onto the bikinis, knowing full well that he would consistently run into poles or signs if she was any less dressed - too much of a distraction for him to handle. <br><br>Next came the segment of the dealing which he dreaded - more so embarassed by - the most, were the sexual toys for offer. Amber's voice was gradually drowned amongst the serveral thoughts in Derrick's subconcious as his eyes dashed along the pages. With his gaze settling onto the indicated artifical anus, Derrick made to rub his palms together again as a method to buy himself time in decision making. Yet it seemed, the more he stared at the pages; well, he rather suddenly gained a boost of courage.<br><br>"...Three pairs of bikinis of varying color - nothing polka dot, perhaps blue, purple and pink?" Derrick took a swift glance towards Candice, nodding his head briefly. "The colors would accent you well," he offered before turning his eyes back onto Amber. "One pair of thongs, with an open front of you could. Perhaps a dress and skirt as well, and from there, a few pairs of shirts, bras, and a mixture of pants and shorts for her." Smiling with his surge of confidence, his head tilted down towards the paper, and shook his head. "But, I think I'll pass on the toys. I'll purchase some at a later date if they're proved to be needed."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 02:19:51</strong>
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				Candice listened with growing interest as Derrick listed off the clothing items he wanted for her, clearly indicating that he intended to show her off.&nbsp; This was good, very good.&nbsp; Our meant that he felt like he'd made a good choice, and was pleased with her, physically anyway.&nbsp; She blushed just slightly, a tiny pink hue rising under her light skin.<br><br>Amber retained her polite, but artificial smile.&nbsp; The markup on the toys was quite a bit more than on the clothing, but she still stood to make at least a decent commission.&nbsp; "Alright then, we should be able to fill that with what we've got here in stock.&nbsp; If you'll excuse me for a few minutes I'll go start putting it together."&nbsp; Sure suddenly seemed like she was in a hurry to leave, and quickly stood and excused herself.<br><br>There was more silence.&nbsp; It stretched for a minute or two, until she finally broke it.&nbsp; "Master... I'm sorry, Derrick.&nbsp; Thank you fir buying me clothes.&nbsp; I hope I'll make you happy in them."&nbsp; She paused again, but then continued.&nbsp; "I've never had clothes, so I'm not really used to wearing them.&nbsp; I think, if you would prefer, that I would still like to be nude while at your home."&nbsp; She still wasn't meeting his gaze, intentionally avoiding it.&nbsp; She wanted an answer to her last question, the one she hadn't gotten to finish, but she wasn't sure if she should bring it up.<br><br>Either way, she didn't get the chance.&nbsp; Amber had returned with the clothing, separated into a few shopping bags.&nbsp; "Well, here's everything.&nbsp; We don't bill you now, more legal reasons.&nbsp; But would you like to have it yret anything on before you go?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 02:30:05</strong>
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				Derrick passed along a firm nod when Amber stood to leave, rubbing his palms together once again as he felt the silence descend. Still, even past his moment of confidence, he felt sure in his choice with Candice and the clothes. He wouldn't complain, he simply didn't see a need to - she was technically a gift, and so far appeared more interactive than any dog he could have wanted. He even hoped for the future conversations with her, currently being wise to not focus on the future of sex between them. The man didn't think it best to pitch a tent while still in the facility.<br><br>With Candice's voice breaking the silence, he craned his neck to the side to peer over his shoulder, gazing towards the dint with a thin smile. "Let's see how long it takes for you to break them in, get used to them. I just hope she gets the right sizes." Still smiling, he turned his eyes towards Amber once she returned, taking a stand. Passing a brief glance towards Candice, cocking his lips to the side in thought, he settled with a nod. "Actually, I want to make sure they fit comfortably - perhaps a pair of shirts and shorts, and a bikini, see how they fit?" The question appeared more directed towards Candice as he gave her a nod. <br><br>Quietly exclaiming an 'oh!', he turned to Amber and smiled. "If you could see her to being dressed, that would be wonderful. Additionally, could I get a robe for her, something non-see through?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 02:47:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Amber seemed a little perplexed by the request to dress the dint, but said nothing, especially as Derrick continued.&nbsp; She was more of a salesperson, and really didn't interact with the dints herself.<br><br>Candice spoke up, technically out of turn.&nbsp; She stood quickly.&nbsp; "Master, if you'll permit, I'm able to dress myself.&nbsp; We are taught about clothing, just not exposed to it much."&nbsp; She'd called him "master" without correction or hesitation.&nbsp; A good dint would never call her master by anything else when in front of another person, especially a stranger.&nbsp; "While I'm dressing, Miss Amber could get the robe you asked for."&nbsp; She was still looking toward the floor, her hands folding in front of her.<br><br>Amber, for her part, seemed relieved.&nbsp; "It seems to have a head on its shoulders," she observed.&nbsp; "I'll leave the bags and find a robe.&nbsp; Nothing see-thru."&nbsp; She left again, shutting the door silently.<br><br>Candice stood still.&nbsp; "I sorry to have spoken out of turn.&nbsp; I do that some times and there is no excuse for it.&nbsp; I promise to try not to in the future.&nbsp; For now, if you'll allow, I'll dress for you."&nbsp; She took the bags, looking through them for the garments Derrick had mentioned.<br><br>Underwear was in one bag, shirts and pants in another.&nbsp; She found the pink bikini underwear, a button-down white shirt and a pair of black shorts.&nbsp; She dressed herself deftly, slipping the clothes on and finally buttoning up the shirt.&nbsp; What it lacked in tightness, it made up for by being just slightly see-through, giving only the hint of a shadow under her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>Candice turned to her master again, presenting herself.&nbsp; "Does this please you, master?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 03:18:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick obtained a similar perplexed appearance once Candice spoke out of turn, turning his head to look towards said dint as it spoke. His brows had furrowed, resorting to a more curious outlook than one of offense, and found his arms crossing along his chest as she continued to speak. Once finished, he glanced back towards Amber with a small shrug. "That would be great, thank you." Providing a nod as the saleswoman left, he turned and stared towards Candice with a tilt to his neck, obtaining pursed lips with hands resting on opposing elbows. <br><br>He didn't speak anything of it, however - allowing her freely to dress herself while sitting comfortably on the couch's cushion. Gazing along her arms and chest, watching her preform each motion to ease the fabric onto her body, inevitably smirking as the appearance gradually tied together. <br><br>Once situated in her clothing, Derrick stood and strolled calmly towards her, with his arms resting comfortably behind his back. Leaning forward and scanning over her body, he tilted his body to the side to obtain a studying glance onto her crotch, extending his left hand outward to gently pat upon the bulge in the area. "Well, as I said, is it comfortable on you?" His eyes returned to her's, smiling peacefully with his hand returning behind him. "I have my own reasons for your comfort - so currently, if the clothes fit nicely, then I am extremely pleased."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 03:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Candice of course allowed her body to be touched, and found herself remarkably turned on just by the quick, gentle pressure on her cock.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to get her hard, but she was certainly feeling tiny tingles of excitement.<br><br>"It fits very well, Derrick, thank you.&nbsp; I'm very comfortable, physically, although I think I do still like being naked better."&nbsp; She wasn't sure if that was saying too much.&nbsp; Candice had gotten the impression that she had annoyed her master by suggesting she dress herself, and had to admit to herself that her reasons were selfish: she wanted to be alone with him.&nbsp; "Miso happy that the clothes please you.&nbsp; Should I try on anything else for you now?"&nbsp; She wasn't sure, but was getting the feeling that he was enjoying this little fashion show, and was more than willing to continue if it pleased him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 03:35:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course, of course", Derrick agreed with a small nod of his head, his lips pursing once again as a thought came to mind; <em>She's mine, so why not?</em>, he thought. Slowly, he walked around Candice, quickly silencing his second thoughts the moment they appeared in his mind. Standing directly behind the intermale, he parted his hands from behind his back and stretching them along her sides, pressing his forearms against the fabric around her waist, and setting his hands onto the bulge between her legs, offering it a gentle massage - all the while giving a tender kiss upon her neck.<br><br>The entire scene happened rather quickly, stepping away shortly after whilst offering a rather brilliant grin towards Candice. "Once we head to my apartment, then you may. For now, once the robes come out, switch into that and remove what you're currently wearing." In an act, whether to calm his desires briefly or to tease her some, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek in an equally tender motion, all before returning comfortably to his seat upon the couch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 03:59:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh... Oh dear.&nbsp; The training center had gone to great lengths to prepare them for sex, but not so much for such an... intimate embrace.&nbsp; He was shorter than her, and yet she felt secure in his arms, even as his hands moved lower, between her legs.&nbsp; The gentle pressure there was welcome, wonderful, and she could feel her pulse begin to throb there, her member becoming aware of the attention it was receiving.<br><br>Still, she remained motionless as Derrick touched her, even as he moved around her, explained his desires for her clothing, and kissed her cheek.&nbsp; "Of course, Derrick," she responded quietly as he sat.<br><br>They were again interrupted as Amber returned, her southern drawl piercing the room's silence.&nbsp; "I found a robe that I think you'll like.&nbsp; All we had was black, but it's a lovely silk."&nbsp; She held the garment up for inspection, but it was difficult to see without someone to model it.<br><br>Candice reached out a tentative hand.&nbsp; "My master instructed me to put that on once you brought it.&nbsp; May I have it so I may fulfill that order please?"&nbsp; <br><br>Amber shot the intermale a disdained look, but handed the robe over without a word.<br><br>Candice again stripped nude, her cock bobbing as the underwear came off, evidence of the effect of Derrick's touch a moment ago.&nbsp; She quickly slipped the silk over her shoulders, tying the belt, covering her body again.&nbsp; "Does this please you, Master?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 04:08:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick smiled, satisfied by the quiet response, turning his head to greet Amber as he stood, nodding his head. "Black silk will do, I'm rather sure it will appear-" He paused, looking towards Candice as she preformed what he asked, presenting a satisfactory smile. With kind intent, he backpedaled a few steps and resumed his hands behind his back, smile remaining plastered as he watched the small show of her undressing.<br><br>When the robe held snug around her form, the man took in a shaky breath, nodding his head slowly. Stepping forth, he extended a hand and caressed it along her shoulder, tracing down her arm, with his smile never fading from the interaction. "...I like it; hugs your body nicely, and still leaves room for the imagination." With a gentle stroke of her cheek following, a sign of appreciation of his request's fulfillment, he then made to face Amber. "I believe that's everything, then. Clothes are satisfactory - how much will the pay make out to be, so we may be on our way?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 04:33:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was blushing, truly blushing, a red hue rising in her cheeks and chest, and even on the top of her nose.&nbsp; She tried to stifle a grin, but was unsuccessful.&nbsp; "Thank you, Master," was all she managed.<br><br>"Well if you've got everything you'll need," Amber spoke up, intentionally not looking at the dint, "we should be done.&nbsp; The total for the clothes, including the robe, is five-twenty-three, but again we'll send you the bill for that.&nbsp; I'll let you have the room, then.&nbsp; Whenever you're ready to go, it's just out the door, a right turn down the hallway, the follow the exit signs."&nbsp; She began packing up her catalogue and retreated from them, calling a "thanks again" over her shoulder.<br><br>As soon as they were alone, Candice locked eyes with Derrick, hers bright, excited, a huge grin plastered across her face.&nbsp; "Does... Does this mean we're leaving?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 04:40:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Well, not a <strong>massive</strong> dent in my wallet. Maybe that car is still in my future.</em> Derrick smiled, giving a nod to Amber as she made to retreat along with a wave of his hand. "Thank you - just try to make it quick, I don't enjoy having costs looming over my head." Without much more than that, he turned about and looked directly to Candice, smiling in a welcoming manner.<br><br>The moment her question arose, Derrick stepped forward, spreading his arms out and thus setting his hands gently onto her cheeks, stroking them gently while his eyes unwaveringly stared into her own, and grinned. "That it does, Candice." His hands parted shortly after, giving her a gentle stroke before gesturing to the door calmly, and still smiling vividly. "Shall we? You can take the front seat."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 04:59:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The significance of the front seat was lost on the intermale, but she assumed that it was some kind of great privilege that was being extended to her, and so she reacted accordingly.&nbsp; "Thank you, Derrick.&nbsp; I... I'm very excited."&nbsp; She quickly folded the clothes he'd had her try on, placing them gently in the bags, then scooped those up, carrying them all.<br><br>The trip to the exit wasn't long, consisting of no more than a short hallway, then a quick elevator trip which deposited the two in the training center's main lobby.&nbsp; Candice's eyes grew large as they approached the glass doors leading outside, and she hesitated a moment before exiting.<br><br>The sounds, the smells of the real world, they were nothing like what she had expected.&nbsp; They were so much more, so vivid, so real.&nbsp; It was almost too much.&nbsp; "Derrick," she whispered under her breath, eyes scanning&nbsp; everything they could, "this is... amazing..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 05:11:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick grinned, stroking Candice's shoulder while accompanying her side, letting his hands slink into his pockets to fiddle around for his keyring, to which he flung outwards and proceeded to twirl on his index finger. The day - for Derrick at least - ended in a much lighter note than he expected, surprising himself when the thought of looking forward to bringing Candice home arrived, and almost grinning wider because of it.<br><br>When reaching the door, he paused in his steps and waited for Candice to make her way out, lacking the need to rush their 'escape', and offering her the time she needed. Once she stepped through, his sneakers ground against the concrete parking lot, only then did it click in his mind: she didn't have any footwear. Passing a glance back to her, cocking his lips to the side, he made a mental note to fetch her a pair of slippers - at least to tide her over until he could afford a fitting pair of heels or sneakers.<br><br>"It gets old once you get used to it. I should probably take you to a reservation sometime, see how you enjoy nature." Smiling, he spun half-way and continued to backpedal to his car, to which he manually unlocked the passenger door and offered it wide for Candice, offering a small bow and a smile. "Intermales first."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 05:25:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To Derrick, it was a common city block.&nbsp; But for Candice, this was a whole new world.&nbsp; "Old?&nbsp; How could this ever get old?&nbsp; There's so much, so many things to see!&nbsp; I could never get tired of this."&nbsp; Her voice was hushed, breathlessly excited.&nbsp; <br><br>She was still looking up as they approached the car.&nbsp; "I... What are you doing?&nbsp; You shouldn't be...&nbsp; I should hold the door for you, Derrick.&nbsp; But... I think I'm starting to really see that things are going to be different with you, aren't they?"&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes a little, looking at him and again noticing the differences in their sizes.&nbsp; She really was quite a bit taller.<br><br>"Fine," she agreed, grudgingly.&nbsp; "Thank you, Derrick," she finally allowed as she sat.<br><br>The bottom of the robe, made of a slick silk, slipped open, exposing her cock again.&nbsp; She made no move to cover herself, though, encouraged by his attention to that area earlier.&nbsp; It seemed that he liked it, and she truly did want to please him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 05:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick really only smirked when mentioning how the city couldn't get old - barely four years living on his own, and he was just about sick of it. Still, with Candice for company - an amazing filter to-be from Jason's constant nagging and 'advice' - would prove to make the situation that much more livable. <br><br>Once the door opened, all he could really do was grin with her 'question', giving a slow nod of his head. "I've been told that before. I know, to a slight degree, that intermales are raised to do everything their 'master' says. Possibly unlucky for you if you were immensely inclined to follow me around like a pet - I don't consider myself a master." Smirking, content with his little speech, and closed the door with a soft thud once Candice situated herself properly, and making his way around to the driver's side. <br><br>Popping open his door, ducking his head in order to slip into the low-riding vehicle, he glanced over towards Candice once he was buckled in, to make sure she was as well. With a parting stroke to her revealed cock, he ignited the engine ceremoniously, and quickly made to enter the street, driving right for his house. "Also - ask me anything you want to. We have quite a ways before we reach my complex."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 05:42:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had still been slightly firm from the earlier attention, and his gentle stroke only served to further stiffen her cock.&nbsp; It was still laying down, but was beginning to lengthen.&nbsp; "Derrick... I know you're curious about it and, whether you consider yourself a master or not, you still own me, and so you own my cock as well.&nbsp; If you would like to touch it, of course you can."&nbsp; She had turned to him, watching his reaction.<br><br>This was after he had offered her the luxury of asking anything she wanted, and so she decided to take him up on that.&nbsp; "Is that why you bought me?&nbsp; Did this," she gestured to her lap, "attract you to me?&nbsp; Maybe, if you would like, maybe I should let you see it better."&nbsp; Candice untied the robe's belt and shrugged out of the silk garment, allowing him again a full view of her body.&nbsp; "I could get it erect for you, so you can see its full size.&nbsp; I know you haven't seen that yet, and... maybe you aren't aware of just how large it can get."<br><br>She was silent again for a moment, watching his reaction.&nbsp; "Would you like to see how big my cock can get, Derrick?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 05:53:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His complete reaction: eyes widening, fingers drumming along the steering wheel, and his teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried in a difficult fashion to keep his eyes glued to the road ahead. Nearing night, there weren't too many people driving along the back-roads he took, though he still feared what would happen if he looked away for much longer than a few seconds. <br><br>The second the question about her cock hit his ears, he felt his grip tighten onto the steering wheel - the question nailing him right on the head. Before he could go on much longer, he forced himself to swallow and take in a deep breath, quickly giving Candice a pat upon her shoulders. "U-uhh, l-look... I- ah," his cheeks produced the same redness from earlier, fingers resorting to drumming along the texture of the car's dashboard. "I-... I would <strong>love</strong> to see how big it can get, b-but... We're going very fast, s-so once we get inside home, you can show me, a-alright?" He hastily cleared his throat, resisting with his might to <strong>not</strong> look at her alluring cock. Thankfully, for him especially, Derrick viewed his apartment complex coming into sight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:03:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Candice mock-pouted, finding that she was able to be a little more relaxed with Derrick, more herself, and she decided to let that go, to see where it led.&nbsp; "Fine," she replied, crossing her arms but otherwise leaving herself uncovered.&nbsp; Se had no idea how much farther the drive was, but still decided to press on.<br><br>"So then, I never got to ask my question from earlier.&nbsp; Do you want to penetrate me, or do you want me inside you?&nbsp; Because, you might want to see how big it gets before you say you want me in you.&nbsp; Sorry, Derrick, and not to brag, but it gets... well, pretty big.&nbsp; And it really don't want to hurt you.&nbsp; For that matter, have you ever had a cock at all?&nbsp; Either a dint's or another guy?"&nbsp; There was silence for a minute, and she realized that she might have overstepped.&nbsp; <br><br>Candice seemed to sink in her seat, realizing that she may have crossed a line.&nbsp; When she spoke again, her voice was tiny.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Derrick.&nbsp; I think I just overstepped."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:20:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				An apparent sigh of relief blew from Derrick's lips, easing some into his seat once Candice finally skirted around the topic. He was only capable so far of admitting to his increasing interest for her cock, as it was larger than any he had seen.&nbsp; Still, he was eager to return his attention to the road with a relaxed posture, seeing the complex not a block away. <br><br>Then she began to speak again. He wanted to part his hands from the steering wheel to rub his face, calm himself down some, though he felt that impossible for more than two reasons. His hands and body tensed, gripping hold of the steering wheel when he later question reached his ears - sighing heavily as it rattled about in his mind, not offering much or any of a response in turn aside from his rigid body language.<br><br>Lucky enough, he managed to slow down - much to the annoyance of the honking driver behind him - and ease into the complex, steering directly for a covered parking space and turned the engine, vehicle remaining crooked between the lines. "...No, Candice." Derrick admitted, albeit with a firm tone. "I haven't - I'm not attracted to any guy, and having an intermale has only been a fantasy of mine." Popping open his driver's door, allowing the gentle breeze of the night around them to drift along his skin, cooling himself down rather rapidly. "You're a unique dint, I can tell. You're very obviously worth more than the ten-thousand that was assigned to you, because not only are you appealing to my eye, I feel like I'll actually be capable of speaking with you, and not <strong>at</strong> you." Easing out of his seat, more-so slamming it behind him this time around, before popping open the door for Candice with a thin smile. "...You can make it up to me anyway you see fit, once you're adjusted to your new home. Deal?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:32:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Candice stood, the brunette dint towering over her master, and this was still without shoes.&nbsp; The pavement was still warm from the heat of the day, but smooth and clean enough that she didn't need to worry about broken glass or stones.&nbsp; She should be fine until they got to the apartment.&nbsp; "Deal," she agreed, smiling back.&nbsp; She was rather relieved that Derrick hadn't really been interested in a cock before hers.&nbsp; It made her feel, well, special, really, and she found herself really hoping that he enjoyed her.<br><br>"I can make it up to you in any way you like."&nbsp; The robe was still open, her breasts, cock and balls still fully on display for him.&nbsp; She was carrying the bags, and didn't mind doing so.&nbsp; She licked her lips casually as she pictured how she would make things up to him.&nbsp; Would he want her to service him, to use her mouth on his own cock?&nbsp; Or would he want to further explore her own body?<br><br>The thoughts were having an effect on her, and she found herself starting to become slightly erect.&nbsp; "We should probably go inside," she whispered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, I'll be seeing what you can come up with first." Derrick chuckled, walking not too far in front of Candice as he made to walk for the stairs, obviously taking glances back to admire the presented forms of her body, and couldn't help but grin. The body his eyes were on - every single inch belonged to him, and it was at that point in time he was beaming in excitement that he <strong>didn't</strong> buy a dog. <br><br>Once her whisper reached his ears, he arched a brow and glanced swiftly towards her crotch, taking into view the cock that slowly rose, not before long would it press against her belly. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he quickly made up the stairs to the top floor - apartment 522. Swiftly fiddling with his keyring, and unlocking the door before slipping in as quickly as he could, hurriedly whispering "hurry!" for Candice to enter, closing the door behind her the moment she entered.<br><br>His home was rather quaint. Around 700 square feet of coverage, brown shag carpet and easy-on-the-eyes white walls. They were first ejected directly into the living room, outfitted with a couch, television set, a table separating the two, and a window that gave full visual access to the central garden of the complex - with added curtains for privacy. Directly to the right was the kitchen, back crop being an artificial marble with tiled flooring, along with everything needed: fridge, oven, microwave, you name it. No walls separated the two rooms, allowing both direct access to the 'hallway', leading to the only bedroom in the apartment - King size, thankfully - and a bathroom further down. Additionally, set upon tile in between the Kitchen and Living Room, was a table, accompanied by four tables for any small house parties.<br><br>"Welcome home, Candice." Derrick turned, positively beaming towards his dint, with a grin to boot. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 06:51:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His dint was smiling, no, beaming back at him as she looked around.&nbsp; It was, to her, absolutely huge.&nbsp; Back at the training center, Candice shared a room with, at minimum, one other dint, and often more.&nbsp; Now, here, she had all,of this space to,roam and explore and just stretch out.&nbsp; "Oh, Derrick!" she exclaimed, setting down the bags, then suddenly wrapping him up in a bear hug.&nbsp; "It's wonderful!"&nbsp; She had never been welcomed home before, and the feeling was... Indescribable.<br><br>She stepped back, realizing that she was crushing him, and also remembering his decision on how she should dress.&nbsp; Now that they were home, she slipped out of her robe, folding the silk and slipping it into the bag with her underwear.&nbsp; "There, that's better."&nbsp; Her cock was definitely erect now, although not nearly fully so, and still wasn't even parallel with the floor, still pointing mostly down.&nbsp; "Now that we're here, did you want me to... show you?&nbsp; Or did you want to... ". She wasn't sure how to initiate things, and wasn't even sure if she should yet.&nbsp; She just wanted to,please him.<br><br>"How would you like to use me, my master?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 07:02:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Urk!" The instant reaction to the tight hug, before he squirmed around for the ability to breathe, and proceed to laugh profusely at the warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her in turn and stroked his hands along her back, breathing deeply to simply inhale her scent for what was there, grinning ear to ear.<br><br>Once he was set down, he stretched his arms about, eyes resting onto her body as she stripped away the robes. To think, staring at any person undress themselves would naturally lead to a harsh smack across the face. To which, seeing as there was no such reaction, he simply stood and absorbed the sight of her body, grinning profusely. Taking a few moments to regain himself, he smiled; "...Let's try this." <br><br>As before, he mimicked what he did in the facility; Derrick stepped behind Candice, arms wrapping around her body and nestled into her back - kicking his shoes off behind him meanwhile, reducing his height by a half inch. One had grasped onto her cock, and the other onto her hanging orbs, gently stroking and caressing both pairs in his grip, while his lips softly kissed and suckled against her neck. She would feel the pounding of his heart against her back, absolutely loving the ability to do these tender, intimate motions without repercussions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 07:13:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched as he approached, fir ad long add she could until he was beyond her and out of sight.&nbsp; She didn't need to turn; she trusted him, knew that he was only going to do something to please her, and within a moment, she was proven correct.<br><br>"Oh..." the dint let out, before moaning very softly, almost purring.&nbsp; He had touched her cock a few times already, but they were only cautious exploratory interactions.&nbsp; This, now, was clearly for her pleasure, and she reacted accordingly.<br><br>The dint's massive cock lengthened, finally reaching its full size of over eleven inches.&nbsp; It stood out from her body proudly, forcing Derrick into a long stroking motion to reach all of it.&nbsp; Her baby basis tightened, rising up to nestle against the underside of the hard shaft.&nbsp; "Oh... Derrick...," she moaned again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>08-07-2014, 07:20:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick paused, if briefly, in order to settle the wide grin that formed. The mere sound of another calling his name out in pleasure, was enough for him to absolutely love it. And so, he continued!<br><br>His teeth gently pressed into her neck, dragging along the skin on occasion, as well as his tongue making contact with her flesh. More often than not, he resorted to soft, suckling kisses, pressing his clothed body against her's while he made an effort to thoroughly stroke the entire length of her cock, running his fingers along every vein. His other hand kept full attention onto her balls, stroking and caressing the wrinkled skin in his grip, making a full effort to pleasure and stimulate her body. <br><br>His lips parted from her neck for a moment, softly breathing into her ear and with a gentle nip onto her earlobe: " I love your body, Candice. Your body is mine, as mine is yours. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 01:01:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"My body is yours," she whispered in agreement and confirmation, but did not address the second statement.&nbsp; That would be left for a later discussion.&nbsp; For now, there were more urgent matters.<br><br>Candice turned, her dark eyes hooded in pleasure as Derrick continued to pleasure her.&nbsp; She pressed against him, able to feel his own erection forming.&nbsp; It was time to take some initiative, and so she did, her hand sliding to the front of his shorts, pressing against the hard member she found.&nbsp; "Derrick, allow me to please you.&nbsp; Please, I would love to show you my appreciation and my... devotion and affection."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 01:25:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms did not part when Candice turned, instead keeping them wrapped around her form and simply allowed her cock to slip from his grasp, now resting his hands onto her hips with an amused smirk spreading along his lips, all the while rocking her hips side to side in a slow manner. Derrick's eyes shut once her body pressed into his, drawing in a slow breath while his smirk steadily split into a grin. His body jumped a bit however, from the sudden contact of her hand along his member.<br><br>"Of course," he breathed, his body slowly leaning forward to allow his cheek to nestle against the top of her breasts, teeth clenched together to prevent a quiet moan from escaping him. "Too long," he murmured, moving his own hips with a motion against her hand. "If this is just the start, I can't wait to see it all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 01:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dint swayed her hips with her master's motions, allowing him to control her while her hand wrapped around his stiff cock through the thin material of the shorts.&nbsp; He didn't seem to have any underwear on, and she smirked at that.&nbsp; It was still difficult to judge his size that way, and so since she had his permission, she slowly sunk to her knees.<br><br>Her head still wound up above roughly near his navel, and so she lifted his shirt, playfully kissing his stomach.&nbsp; He seemed to be in shape, her lips meeting skin and muscle beneath, and she continued kissing lower, slowly sliding his shorts down until the fell, his cock springing free just under her chin.<br><br>Candice allowed herself a moment to look, sneaking just a peek.&nbsp; She had two immediate reactions, one pleasant, the other not so much so.&nbsp; It seemed that Derrick did not shave, despite the current trend.&nbsp; She wrinkled her nose in displeasure, but quickly got rid of the expression.<br><br>The second thing, much more pleasing, was his size.&nbsp; She herself was still far larger, but Derrick as well had been on the luckier end of genes when it came to cock size, and she smiled.&nbsp; "Oh, well, you are much bigger than I had expected, Derrick.&nbsp; This is going to feel wonderful inside me."&nbsp; She gently kissed his tip, wrapping her arm around the base.&nbsp; "If you would like, one of my jobs could be to groom you down here, if you would like that.&nbsp; I've been trained very well in shaving techniques."<br><br>She said nothing else though, not even waiting for a reply, before she took his head into her mouth, sucking gently, but only for a moment before pulling back off.&nbsp; "Actually, Derrick, you haven't told me yet what kinds of things you would like.&nbsp; Maybe you could tell me while I'm pleasing you."&nbsp; <br><br>Candice again took Derrick's cock, this time sliding her lips down the entire length, until the head popped into her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 05:37:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick's hands drew from his dint's hips when she began to descend, his fingers caressing along her skin in a delicate manner, before only her head was within reach of his grasp. It was then, when she lifted his shirt, he breathed a slow heated breath from the touch of her lips upon simply his belly, only for the soft kisses to descend along his form - making to remove his shirt quickly after, of course, discarding it to a corner of the living room.<br><br>Leaving the shorts lay lifelessly around his ankles in a gentle cling. His member, openly presented to Candice amongst it's bush - one he would have to remove from her brief flash of displeasure - was not nearly as thick or long as Candice's, yet held it's own at an appreciative seven inches. With the mere image fabricated from his dint's rather alluring words brought his cock to twitch in passive excitement, inhaling air in order to calm himself partially, flexing his fingers on either hands as a sudden jolt surged through him. "Ah, w-well," he stammered at first, licking at his lips for what was to come. "It would be... appreciated, Candice."<br><br>"Mmf!" A sharp inner moan took Derrick by surprise from the warm and wet pleasure of his dint's mouth, toes curling along the shag carpet beneath their bodies, and surging his hands forth to grasp upon the back of her head, mostly for balance. "Ah-hah... p-please me, huh?" His head tilted back, forcing himself to breathe slowly while the natural, occasional thrusting reflex of his hips took over. "W-well... a-attention to me, my body. I-intimate and sexual." He found his cheeks gaining in their red hue the more he made to explain his inner desires, occasionally biting upon his lower lip to recapture his breath.<br><br>"Y-...your cock." He murmured, head tilting downward as his eyes would follow, setting their gaze upon Candice's burried face, with fingers stroking through her hair. "Your b-body, brings me pleasure too... a-and, we can e-experiment for more, yeah?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 05:46:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dint appreciated his stammering response, finding him amusing, something that, by itself could be punishable.&nbsp; No dint was ever to have any opinion of her master, other than that he was beyond reproach and fully in control,of her life.&nbsp; And yet, here she was, finding herself internally laughing at his nervousness.<br><br>She pulled back a moment later, taking her mouth off of his member, but still looking at it.&nbsp; "I am afraid that I will have to ask you to be more specific, Derrick.&nbsp; I want only to please you, and never to do anything you would not enjoy.&nbsp; I will need to know what things you would like from me, what things you know you will like and which ones you would like to try.&nbsp; Please, Derrick, so that I can make you happy."&nbsp; Se started to go for his cocky again, but then stopped.&nbsp; "In detail," she requested again, before swallowing his member again.<br><br>Candice bobbed her head up and down on the shaft, her tongue swirling over the head when she had the chance.&nbsp; Despite her current position, she thought she might be feeling the balance of power in their relationship shifting.&nbsp; Oh, Derrick was the master, for sure, and she would obey.&nbsp; But it was starting to seem that she may be able to exercise her own control, leading from the bottom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 06:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah-I..." Derrick breathed, slowly growing desperate to draw forth every breath he could as his pleasure build, head once more tilting backwards to gaze upon the ceiling, before his eyes closed and teeth gritted. "D-...details..." His mind raced as he searched for words in his rapidly decreasing vocabulary to describe his desires, all the while breathing through his teeth.<br><br>His imagination began to run rampant, purely imagining any scene that involved Candice's body, touching his in any manner. "Y-your hands, your skin, your lips, searching and c-caressing my body... Your cock against mine, I want to touch and explore every inch of your body against mine..." He shuddered with the thoughts, even inhaling a gasp from the added touch of her tongue along his cock's head. "I- I want your cock to be inside my body, I want to hold you - to caress you - f-for us to embrace each... o-other." His teeth proceeded to sink into his bottom lip with a partially-muted moan, pre already exiting his cock and onto Candice's tongue.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 06:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The dint was well-trained, and recognized the signs.&nbsp; He was quickly being pushed to the edge, and as much as she wanted his cum, she also wanted to prolong things, to extend the pleasure she was giving him as much as possible.&nbsp; As a compromise, she slowed her motions while still performing the same acts.&nbsp; It seemed to work for now.<br><br>The things he was saying, though, the ideas he had, sent shivers up her spine.&nbsp; Their cocks touching?&nbsp; Hers inside him?&nbsp; Her own erection throbbed at the thought, and again realized that their roles were not going to be what she had expected.&nbsp; It occurred to her that it might serve both herself, and her master's own desires, to press that issue.&nbsp; Se sucked his cock hard, then pulled back again.<br><br>"Would, would you like that, Derrick?&nbsp; My cock inside you?&nbsp; I wasn't sure if you would be into that, if you would want a dint to fuck you.&nbsp; Bt if that is what you'd like me to do, if you're going to order me to, I will certainly, and happily, fuck you, Master."&nbsp; Se had a feeling, and admitted to herself that she could be wrong about it, that Derrick secretly liked when she called him that, and decided to pull it out only when she wanted an extra sexual edge to her words.<br><br>"Would you like that tonight?&nbsp; I don't know if you would be able to... I mean, my cock is very big and I am afraid it might hurt you.&nbsp; But of course it is your decision.&nbsp; You are, after all, my master."&nbsp; She stopped speaking then, returning her mouth to his cock, her green eyes innocently looking back up to him as his cock disappeared between her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kovei</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 07:22:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Derrick shuddered, feeling her movements stop abruptly with an audible 'pop' from the combined pressure around his cock, and the release of her lips upon it. When her words reached his ears, it was <em>almost</em> enough to tip him into an orgasm right then and there from the vivid image. His muscles tensed briefly, every word adding an extra detail to the image, before hesitantly nodding. "Y-yes," he murmured, breath heavy while trying to recapture his speaking ability. <br><br>"Y-yes - Candice, I... I want you to fuck me, pump and ram against me, c-cum inside of me. Pin me against on the couch, press your hips against me, a-and just do what I <strong>know</strong> you want to do to me." The man shook as he let every word out, letting free the gates of his imagination that had plagued him the moment he caught sight of her immense cock. "I don't want to be broken, but I want you inside of me so badly! C-cum inside me, t-then use that for your lubricant!" He panted, cock throbbing as it neared his climax, with his toes curled to as much as they could be, fingers clenched into his palms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intermales</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 21:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She could tell he was close, just from the tiny motions of his cock as it throbbed in her mouth.&nbsp; He was probably only moments away.&nbsp; And yet, she wanted to give him more.<br><br>She had been considering what he wanted, what they both wanted, and knew that there was no way that could happen that night.&nbsp; Derrick wouldn't be able to take her, not without a lot of training.&nbsp; He would simply be too tight.&nbsp; Even if he had been with another dint before, it was unlikely that he would have learned to relax and stretch enough to take her massive cock.&nbsp; They would have to come up with something to remedy that.&nbsp; In the mean time, though, she wanted to at least try to please him that way as much as she could.<br><br>Candice again slid back, again made the popping noise as her lips left his hard member.&nbsp; She winked at him, conspiratorially, as she lifted her hand to her mouth and very slowly slid her middle finger between her lips, sucking on it just as she had been doing to him.&nbsp; The digit was removed with a similar pop, before her lips again circled his shaft and slid down the length, taking it all, not wasting an inch.<br><br>Her hands, meanwhile, slid around his hips, firmly gripping his ass cheeks, massaging for a moment before gently spreading them apart.&nbsp; The same finger she had just suckled suddenly pressed against the tight bud of his asshole, circling it at first, before beginning to probe.&nbsp; It met little resistance, until the first knuckle was in.&nbsp; At this point he tightened, and it took a little manual coaxing to get the muscles to relax.&nbsp; Finally, carefully, her finger pushed all the way in.&nbsp; She kept it still, giving him time to adjust, but only a minute or so.&nbsp; After that, she started to slide it back out, and then in again, while she again resumed sucking on his hard cock, waiting for him to release.
			</dd>
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