Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)
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				Title: <strong>Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>24-07-2014, 21:28:37</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.<br><br>****<br><br>"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.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 04:40:34</strong>
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				Lochlann Roberts had arrived early at the intermale training center that day. He had never been to the place before, so he left his hotel rather early and arrived before they even unlocked the doors to potential buyers, using the time he sat in his car to check some stocks and make a couple important calls. Once the doors were open and the host was standing there ready to show him and the other customers to the viewing room, he was first in line. He had an air of confidence about him, but he was secretly a little nervous. This was not only his first trip to this intermale training center, but to any one of them, and his very first time trading on the slave market. Most traders at this centers had done this sort of thing before, either as a rich man wanting to own multiple sex slaves, or a corporation wanting more workers, but Lochlann's interest were both more and less personal than those.<br><br>While most purchasers of intermales were, as mentioned, either very rich men and women looking for some company (emotional or physical) or companies looking for some cheap labor, Lochlann was looking for a whore. He was by no means a poor thug working out of the ghetto and trying to make a living off some other being's misfortune. He was actually a fairly wealthy investor and came from a rich family, so money was not the goal of this endeavor. No, he was doing it for the thrill. Even in a world where the selling and violating of intermales was considered acceptable, using them as prostitutes was considered to be going to far. At that point, they weren't just sub-human, but inhuman. They weren't able to have the close companionship of a personal slave or the sense of accomplishment of a laborer, but were just a product to be sold. Crossing that taboo was the kind of excitement Lochlann felt like he needed in his life. And, considering how open this market was, he would make a pretty penny on top of it.<br><br>After introducing himself to the host, he and some other older gentlemen were led to the viewing area, a cozy little oak-trimmed room with free drinks and finger foods for the guests, one wall of which was mostly taken up by a massive one-way mirror that they could peer through. The other side was quite similar, with beige walls, oak trim, and soft lighting, though there was no furniture or food. That side of the mirror was for the intermales to stand on and be scrutinized like so many cuts of meat. Lochlann stood around and traded small talk with some of the other gentlemen and ladies until they were directed to the wall, the intermales being led out in the order of about a dozen or so.<br><br>While the other men and women joked and pointed out their various characteristics, some politely trying to hide their erections, Lochlann looked over each of them closely, trying to find the who would be the most desirable...and would be the most fun to demean, of course. There was an adorable redhead with big eyes who had a very slender frame, but her breasts were too small compared to the others. There was a blonde with wider hips and who might be considered more "womanly" from a first glance, if such a term could even apply to intermales, but her cock was far too small. A mere seven inches hard, seven and a half at best, which was downright pathetic for an intermale. They were all very attractive, but he couldn't shake the feeling that none of them were <em>quite</em> good enough. Not until he laid eyes on Candice.<br><br>This one looked like she had better places to be, unlike all the others, who were eager for a buyer, but god<em>damn</em>, that body. It started with her hair, a darker black than had ever seen, and it flowed like water with every movement. She had a lovely face, of course, and her tired, disinterested demeanor just made him want to put her down even more. She had the tits of a Playboy bunny, perfectly rounded and with nipples that looked too good to be real. If there wasn't a full disclosure contract when it came to plastic surgery on intermales, he would suspect they had dolled her up a bit. A nice figure, of course, with a narrow waist and wide hips, perfect for either grabbing onto while you took her from behind or wrapping your legs around while she penetrated you. And the centerpiece to all that, the biggest cock he had ever laid eyes on, both in length and girth, which was so big it actually swung around a bit with her movement. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that thing looked delicious himself.<br><br>Naturally, Lochlann wasn't the only one to notice Candice, and with such a cheap starting price, her attitude could be damned. The bidding war lasted well into the day and ended up involving several calls to accountants and banks to make sure the sum of money could be come up with immediately, but it ended up being Lochlann who won out, not only in price, but in patience. Anyone else who had been bidding on Candice just wanted to try out that member, or ride that heart-shaped ass of hers; Lochlann wanted to put that body out in the world, and make a fortune off of it. <br><br>After his bid was confirmed as the winner, he was led to another room, an ordinary office, to work out the details of payment and legal transfer of ownership. It would be getting late into the afternoon by the time he finally shook the warden's hand and signed his final paper, making intermale Candice the property of Lochlann Roberts until either party died or he willingly transferred ownership. Then it was back into the main lobby while they got Candice ready (thankfully, she didn't have any belongings of her own) and brought her out to him. She might be relieved to see her buyer was a handsome blond in his early twenties, rather than some pervy old bastard, but that relief wouldn't last long. "It's nice to meet you, Candice. You can call me Mr. Roberts," he told her with the grin of a shark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 05:27:21</strong>
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				They'd tried before to sell her, and it hadn't gone all that well.&nbsp; It was her attitude, they said.&nbsp; She was too aloof, too arrogant, not always willing to take orders.&nbsp; So even given her impressive form, Candice had yet to be sold.<br><br>Today was no different, as she paraded herself around the show room, cock bobbing with each step.&nbsp; The others plastered on eager faces, hoping to sell quickly and for as much as possible.&nbsp; Candice, instead, just wanted this to be over.&nbsp; <br><br>As the day droned on, the remaining dints were required to perform for the buyers, to show off what they had and what they'd learned.&nbsp; A pair,&nbsp; another brunette and a blonde, had gone off into a corner, near the mirror, and were each fellating the other.&nbsp; The blonde with the hips was pressing her tits to the glass.&nbsp; Candice, however, was having none of that nonsense, and simply leaned against the side wall, arms crossed, waiting for the end.<br><br>It came as quite a shock, then, when she was told that she had been sold.&nbsp; As far as she was aware, she'd done as much as possible to prevent it, and yet it had happened.<br><br>She was quickly led out to the lobby, to stand in front of a younger blonde man.&nbsp; He was still shorter than her, but not by too much.<br><br>"Mr. Roberts?&nbsp; I take it you're the guy who just dropped a fortune on me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 12:37:11</strong>
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				Needless to say, Candice was even more impressive and alluring in person. He wasn't a short man himself, average at worst, but he she still had a couple inches on him. The cascading quality of her hair and the warm beauty of her figure were much more amplified when not behind glass, though he did find himself somewhat..."emasculated" was not the right word, but he did find his pride stung slightly. For all her feminine loveliness, and their mild height difference, she had more than two inches on him in that department. Lochlann had a personal theory that intermales were only ever labeled as sub-humans because men had to find some way to justify their superior manhoods, so they decided to call them inferior and less intelligent. Lochlann didn't care whether they were inferior or not; she would sell just as well either way.<br><br>He was slightly taken aback by the brusque way in which she introduced herself, not at all like a humble servant, but rather than making him angry, that pleased him. It would be so much more fun to humiliate her if she started off disobedient. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. Although I wouldn't call it 'dropping' a fortune. That fortune went to a very worthwhile personal investment," he told her vaguely, still wearing that businessman smile. "Do you think you can fetch it a robe of some sort? We don't want her getting a cold out there, do we?" he told the host, who quickly responded for such a well-paying patron. "To be honest, a specimen like you should have sold for much, much more than I even ended up paying, so I can't really complain. Although the warden warned me that this wasn't your first time on the market. I wonder what you said last time to ruin it?"<br><br>Chuckling gently, he approached her and went to work examining her, his hands coming up to fondle, weigh, and squeeze her breasts, with no prior warning or request of consent. She was his property now, after all. It was a quick but thorough examination, feeling her breasts, hips, thighs, and rear for their firmness and give, then hesitantly lifting her flaccid member to feel the weight and virility of her testicles. Just like he expected, they had the size to match her cock. "Very impressive," he told her, letting her penis flop back into place and patting her on the thigh. "Tell me about you. Do you have any good friends? Hobbies? Favorite sexual positions?" he started to ask as the requested robe came.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>25-07-2014, 21:35:07</strong>
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				"Well, what makes you think I said anything?"&nbsp; Candice cocked her hip to the side just before he began touching her, and retained that pose while he examined, letting his fingers roam all over her body.&nbsp; It wasn't the first time a man had put his hands on her, and obviously wouldn't be the last.&nbsp; They were trained to be comfortable with it, even to enjoy it; to allow the sensations to take over and ignore any thoughts of the fact that they had no control over the situation.&nbsp; Candice was never especially good at it though, and gritted her teeth.&nbsp; "Maybe they were all just intimidated by the size of my cock," she observed just as Lochlann lifted the large member.<br><br>He asked about her, then.&nbsp; About friends and hobbies.&nbsp; Surely he would know how the facilities were, and how those things were impossible.&nbsp; Still, she was obligated to answer him, and politely.&nbsp; "We don't really get a chance to make friends here.&nbsp; Besides, what's the point when you're just going to get sold off anyway?&nbsp; I'm not really the friend-making type anyway, so it worked out for me.&nbsp; And we're not allowed hobbies.&nbsp; Instead we get trained in all kinds of things to help keep our masters entertained.&nbsp; I could probably kick your ass at chess, for instance."&nbsp; It was said as a challenge.&nbsp; Maybe not literally to a game of chess, but more toward his authority over her.<br><br>"Now, sex positions, we get a lot of experience there, and yeah I do have some favorites.&nbsp; It depends on who's... 'on top' I guess."&nbsp; There was a slightly evil grin cropping up on her lips, something devious and deviant.&nbsp; "I like being on top, giving rather than receiving."&nbsp; She reached out to gently stroke Lochlann's chin.&nbsp; "I think I'd like to bend you over and stuff your ass with this big cock..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>26-07-2014, 03:34:17</strong>
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				Well, no wonder they sold her at such a low price. Her tongue was as sharp as her attitude, and she seemed to be making a point of talking down to him at every turn, a very bad habit for a dint. Even when she talking about stuffing his ass, however, he only smirked at her. He wasn't offended or wrathful as she might have expected. Instead, he took her hand from his chin, turned it over, and kissed the back of it. "I'll take that as a compliment...though not one I intend to test for truth." The handsome businessman was hardly going to let himself be vexed by a dint, least of all one five years his senior.<br><br>The host came along with a red silk robe and Lochlann helped her to put it on, though he made a point to leave the front open. Something about her told him that she probably liked to flaunt that massive cock of hers whenever possible, which was just fine for his needs. In fact, the question about her lack of friends and hobbies proved that it would be even easier to degrade her and turn her into the dint whore that he wanted. Her only friend would be him, and her only hobbies would sucking and taking cock, and eating and fucking ass. That arrogant smile would be replaced with the lustful leer of a slut. She would be perfect.<br><br>With everything finally in order, he took her outside into the warm sunlight and fresh air. A lot full of expensive cars awaited them, probably all transports for the men and women who were still arguing over inferior dickgirls inside. Lochlann gave Candice's crotch a tug and led her over to a Lamborghini in the front corner. "Did they teach you how to drive? I have a few calls to make on the way home," he explained, ready to toss the keys to Candice if she confirmed. Probably not a good idea to give them keys to a sports car to a dint, but he was in a bit of a hurry...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 21:50:36</strong>
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				She allowed herself a tiny smile as he took her cock, using it as a leash to lead her to his car.&nbsp; "Careful, master.&nbsp; Pull on it too much and you'll get a surprise.&nbsp; Unless that's what you'd like..." she let her voice trail off in a lustfully dripping lilt.&nbsp; She wasn't starting to harden, but then again it probably wouldn't have taken much.&nbsp; The robe fluttered around her body as they walked, showing off every curve, clinging to her in parts, fully revealing others.&nbsp; The soft fabric gently caressed her curves, also threatening to arouse her.&nbsp; <br><br>He asked her about driving.&nbsp; They usually only taught specialized skills when it was clear that a dint was going to be purchased for a specific job.&nbsp; The less-attractive ones were often bought as cheap labor, and so they would be trained in that profession, rather than in pleasing men and women.&nbsp; However, even the ones who were destined for domestic work received training in some basic skills, and driving happened to be one.&nbsp; Although, they didn't teach them on cars like this one.<br><br>"Of course," Candice confirmed, as if Lochlann's question had been both obvious and annoying.&nbsp; "I can cook and clean too.&nbsp; You want me to polish your floors?"&nbsp; An eyebrow shot up at the use of the euphemism, and she held her hand out for the keys, taking them and unlocking the car.<br><br>She made sure her cock was still very much on display as she brought the engine to life, gunning the gas just a little.&nbsp; "Alright then, where to?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 22:51:15</strong>
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				Lochlann had to admit, even if he wasn't particularly attracted to cock (he thought), that robe was a good look for her. He had already ordered a few items from the representative after winning the auction on Candice, but maybe he'd just have her walk around in that thing around the house. Between her attitude or her training, he couldn't tell if the lust she directed at him was real or acted out for her own amusement, but he liked to imagine the former was the case. Maybe he could use it as a tool against her, enticing her into wanting him so she would do what he said just for the hope of getting a piece of that action.<br><br>He smirked as he got into the car's passenger seat, giving her a quick rundown of which buttons and sticks did what, since he was pretty sure most dints weren't trained in driving expensive sports cars. He ended his explanation by pinching her foreskin and giving her a look in the eye. "Try not to run us off the road, okay? Or I might have to find a doctor willing to neuter you," he threatened half-jokingly before releasing.<br><br>He input their destination into the GPS for her, a three or four-hour drive, and that was one of the last things he said to her for the trip. Almost as soon as they had taken off, he was on his phone, making what sounded like appointment calls. Strangely, they seemed very last-minute, over the next few days, and even one tonight. They were all at night, too, but he didn't say exactly what they were about. And when he wasn't making calls, he was doing other business on his tablet. It was evening by the time they arrived at his house; while not exactly a mansion estate, it was definitely the house of a very wealthy man or family. "I'll show you around, but we can't stay long. I've got somewhere else to take you tonight, and an outfit already set up for you," explained, getting out of the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>29-07-2014, 23:51:46</strong>
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				She watched as he showed her the various controls, biting her tongue the whole time.&nbsp; Lochlann apparently had little regard for her intelligence, seeing as how she'd already said she knew how to drive.<br><br>There was suddenly a shift, and a pinch on her sensitive head.&nbsp; A threat, however joking.&nbsp; "Yeah I'll see what I can do.&nbsp; Bbt honestly, I doubt if you'd do that.&nbsp; You've been paying way too much attention to my cock to make me believe you don't want it.&nbsp; You'd only be disappointing yourself if you had me neutered."&nbsp; She shifted into gear as he took his hand away.<br><br>The calls were odd, so far as she could tell.&nbsp; All appointments, all spoken in, not quite code, but in obfuscating terms.&nbsp; He was intentionally keeping the details from her, which she guessed was his right.&nbsp; But the why talk in front of her at all?&nbsp; Some were held with curious urgency, and seemed to involve quickly-upcoming events.&nbsp; She was curious, but knew better than to ask.&nbsp; Despite her attitude, she was still determined to at least try to be acceptable.&nbsp; Otherwise she'd just wind up right back at the center.<br><br>Candice remained silent for the remainder of the drive, listening to her new master talk.&nbsp; It was a relief when they finally arrived at his house.&nbsp; She shut off the engine and got out, light robe flapping in the breeze, again accentuating her impressive curves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 00:13:14</strong>
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				If Lochlann had any neighbors, they would surely all be looking outside right about now to see the handsome man returning with his new servant and her dick flapping in the wind, but his house was fairly secluded. Not exactly in the forest, but with a whole lot of yard and a line of trees surrounding most of the property. <br><br>He took her by the manhood to lead her inside, his hand occasionally giving her a slow pump to test if she was telling the truth about making a mess before. If she did, he'd have her lick it up off the floor, of course. While he hadn't thought he was attracted to dick, Candice's was so big and immaculate that he didn't even seem like the same specimen as those gross, flaccid things he had known before. Maybe the uniqueness of her was what made her so alluring.<br><br>"Welcome home," he told her as he opened the large oak doors into a very modernly designed home, filled with sterile colors and hi-tech luxuries. He gave her a very brief tour of where to find the kitchen, living room, bathrooms and all that before taking her up to her bedroom, which had a lush bed, some nice dressers, and just about nothing else. Maybe, if she was good, he would allow her to pick out her own decorations for the room. Or maybe he just didn't care. <br><br>The biggest concern for her would probably be her outfit for the "somewhere else" Lochlann mentioned, which was already set out on the bed: a high-cropped white halter top, denim short shorts that looked like they would be more than filled out by her package, and black leather fuck-me boots. Dints weren't exactly shy creatures, but Candice might question just what they were doing that she had to dress like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 00:35:17</strong>
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				The attention to her cock wasn't quite enough to cause an erection, but it did cause it to swell somewhat, increasing in girth and length, although remaining mostly limp in his hand.&nbsp; "Master, if you really want to give me a handjob, I'm pretty sure you're allowed to at this point."&nbsp; Her tone was sincere, but the expression she wore clearly showed that she was just egging him on.<br><br>The house was impressive.&nbsp; She'd actually never been in a private home, so anything was better.&nbsp; This, however, was more than she'd hoped for.&nbsp; That is, until she saw her room.<br><br>Candice had always lived with at least one roommate, sometimes up to three.&nbsp; There was no private space at the centers, not for the dints, and certainly no large, luxurious beds.&nbsp; She had slept in bunks her entire life, but now was being offered this.<br><br>Maybe her new owner wasn't so awful.<br><br>She eyed the clothes, narrowing her gaze a little.&nbsp; "So... Are these the clothes you'd like me to wear for you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 05:22:09</strong>
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				"No, not for me exactly. I picked a few things out for you to wear around the house while I was waiting for them to prep you," Lochlann answered, walking past the bed and circling around her. "No, those are your work clothes. I wasn't entirely honest when I told them you were a personal servant. I'm actually going to be selling you off to clients who want to be with an intermale, but don't want to care for one permanently or can't afford it. An upper-class dint whore."<br><br>As she processed that information, he got behind her and slid her robe off her shoulders, reaching around to grasp her member with more firmness than he had before. His other hand cupped her breast, but his focus was still on her cock, stroking it hard and teasing her foreskin at the apex of each motion. "You might want to complain, but think about it. You'll be able to please so many people, and act how you really want to act. It's perfect for someone like you."<br><br>She could almost hear the smug smile next to her ear. "And if it helps, your first client is right around your age. Just got accepted to Yale, and he wants to spend his graduation money on two hours with you. Isn't that sweet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 05:41:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She took this in, processed it, rolled it over in her head.&nbsp; He bought her, not for himself, but so that he could make money off of her body.&nbsp; Conflicting thoughts and emotions flew through her head, and she found herself unsure how she felt about all of this.&nbsp; Then again, did she have a choice?&nbsp; <br><br>His attention to her cock, despite her inner turmoil, was having a noticeable effect.&nbsp; The large member finally began to rise, to lengthen and thicken with his touch.&nbsp; Her nipple, too, began to become erect, poking into his palm.&nbsp; His actions belied his own personal interest in her, and the power struggle that was about to ensue was becoming clearer.<br><br>"That... Actually sounds like a wonderful arrangement, master.&nbsp; So many partners, so many people to please, and to have please me."&nbsp; The tall dint leaned back against her owner, sighing, exaggerating her pleasure some, even though she had to admit that it did feel good.&nbsp; "What is it that he would like from me then?&nbsp; Submissive or..." She turned suddenly and flashed him a knowing grin.&nbsp; "Does he want me to take him?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 05:53:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally, he was starting to get her cock hard so he could have a look at her full erection. While the training center had told him her measurements, it was quite a different thing to see it in person, and he wanted to do just that. He slid his palm against her nipple before pinching and rolling it between two fingers, his hand pumping away at her stiffening rod.<br><br>"I'm glad to hear you're agreeable," he told her, supporting her as she leaned back into his chest. "I don't know whether he wants to top or bottom. That's entirely up to him to decide during the session, really. He asked whether or not he should bring his own lube, but that could mean anything. For now, though..."<br><br>His stroking grew a little firmer and a little faster, pointing her massive rod toward her own bed. "I think it's only proper that your master gives you the first orgasm, don't you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 06:01:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He seemed to know what he was doing.&nbsp; His touch was gentle, his hand sliding over her hard member.&nbsp; Her breathing quickened, became shallow.&nbsp; "Make sure... Make sure to see if he has... I forget the brand, but that gel that they use to... Loosen themselves up.&nbsp; I don't want to hurt him."&nbsp; The wicked smile was evident in her tone.<br><br>When he mentioned the first orgasm, she had to keep,herself from laughing.&nbsp; Surely he didn't think that she had never had one.&nbsp; The training center was very thorough with their methods to introduce their products to the tasks they'd be given once they were sold, and sexual experience was no exception.&nbsp; Candice wasn't even sure she could remember who had actually given her her first orgasm, but it was likely another dint.<br><br>But he still had a point: he should be the first to give her an orgasm now that he owned her.&nbsp; And so she allowed it, her erection growing to full size, the head pointing straight ahead, aimed at her bed.&nbsp; "Yes, please make me cum for you, master."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 06:10:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, I'm providing the lube, and I have the right brand. I'm keeping plenty of it in stock for you to keep our clients satisfied," Lochlann explained with a grin, rubbing her head through her foreskin. He was no fool, obviously; he knew dints had plenty and plenty of sex in their training. He just meant that he should give her her first post-purchase orgasm, And that seemed likely to happen, now that he had her fully hard. His eyes went wide for a moment at seeing how large she truly was. It was actually a little breathtaking, but he didn't stare long enough for it to go to her head.<br><br>He toyed with her breast a little more before his hand circled around and went down her back groping her ass a little and tracing his finger up her crack. "Don't call me Master. I think you'd be making fools of both of us by pretending you think that way. Mr. Roberts will do, though," he told her, sliding two fingers into her asshole and touching her prostate. Playing with her lower body wasn't all that different than pleasing a man, though her curves and softness (not to mention her size) made it quite a new experience.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 06:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A noticeable shiver went up her spine as his fingers slipped between her cheeks, touching her sensitive opening.&nbsp; She couldn't stop the moan as his fingers slipped easily in.&nbsp; That was another thing the dints spent a considerable amount of time training.&nbsp; "The lets not bullshit each other either, Lochlann.&nbsp; From what I gather, you need me for this little business you're trying to run."&nbsp; She gasped with a surprise surge of pleasure.&nbsp; "Without me and this cock of mine, your whole plan is worthless.&nbsp; So I see us as more like... Partners."<br><br>She shut up for a minute, letting him consider that, and to continue the wonderful attention he was paying to her.&nbsp; She squeezed her ass in appreciation of the attention there, and eventually mover her hands to her breasts, massaging them as he took care of her lower parts.&nbsp; "Don't worry," she continued finally.&nbsp; "I'll still be your good little slave in,public and for our clients.&nbsp; Nothing but subservient, because it suits our needs.&nbsp; But when it's just you and me, when nobody else is looking... Well, things will be different."<br><br>Her hand shot behind her own ass, pressing to his crotch, massaging the erection he was now sporting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 06:46:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lochlann's pumping hand slowed a little as she tried to bargain with him and turn their arrangement into something more even and pleasing to her. He could feel the reactions of her body underneath his hands, her cock's hearty throbbing and the muscles in her ass squeezing around his probing fingers, while she herself took care of her own breasts. She was a work of beauty, not doubt, but she was starting to think she had a little more power than she really did.<br><br>He flinched as her hand went to his crotch, massaging his own hard cock through his pants. With all her training, she could probably tell it was nothing compared to her, a mere seven inches or so fully hard, but it was all he needed. "I think you're overvaluing yourself, Candice. Don't forget, I can just sell you back to the facility or some desperate fool on the cheap and find a much more reliable dint if I don't think you're pulling your weight. I'm the one with the money, and the house, and the clients. You're just a body, a tool. Saying you're my partner is like saying a mechanic is partners with his wrench, so don't get too cocky."<br><br>He picked up the pace with his hand again, pulling the dint back tighter against his chest while he stroked her mercilessly. "Got it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 06:55:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, this guy was going to be fun.&nbsp; He didn't seem to understand their unique situation.&nbsp; Sure, he legally owned her and technically he could sell her back, but he'd be a fool if he did.&nbsp; He would never find another dint with her kind of... Accessories for any kind of price close to what he'd paid for her.&nbsp; Even for someone as wealthy as he seemed to be, trying to replace her would severely dent his finances.<br><br>Still, it seemed that it might be wise to back off some.&nbsp; "Alright, fine," she whispered back, her hand gently massaging his hard cock through his pants.&nbsp; "Just don't discount how important I am to this arrangement."&nbsp; Her hand rose, unbuckling his belt, then slipping down his pants, fingers wrapping around his cock.&nbsp; She began stroking along with him, at the same pace he was using on her.<br><br>As she allowed herself to fall back into the rhythm, she found that her orgasm was close.&nbsp; Her eyes shut and she concentrated on the feeling of his hands on her, fingers inside her.&nbsp; He was talented, and she found herself wondering what kind of experience he had.&nbsp; Thoughts became more jumbled, until they were overwhelmed with a feeling of pure arousal.<br><br>A moment later, with a violent jerk, her cock erupted, shooting hot cum all,over the hardwood floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 16:01:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lochlann nodded slightly at her concession, but didn't really say much else on the subject. He doubted they were going to reach a full agreement on the matter just yet, at least until she had been properly demeaned, and he was honestly a little distracted with her body and her hand on his dick. She would find a nicely trimmed, though not fully shaven, pubic area in his pants, his cock fully erect and at attention for her.<br><br>Finally, his talented fingers brought her to a climax and he continued to stroke out every shot to its maximum effect, aiming her cum in thick ropes along for the floor for her to clean up later. His fingers pressed into her sweet spot until she was done and he released her, groaning as her own very skillful hand had the same effect on him. He was so aroused from playing with her that he came not long after, getting some of it on her sheets.<br><br>"Alright..." he said, catching his breath quickly. "Get dressed. We have to be at the hotel to meet the client in half an hour. Anything else you think you'll need? Toys of any kind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 21:34:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The orgasm had been satisfying, if maybe lacking in intensity.&nbsp; But that wasn't really anybody's fault: the whole thing had been a quick... flirtation... that developed into a mutual handjob.&nbsp; There would be plenty of time for more in-depth playing.&nbsp; In the mean time, it sounded like there was work to be done.<br><br>Candice stepped away from Lochlann, his softening cock slipping from her hand as she did.&nbsp; She approached the bed, bending slightly, making sure that she stuck her ass out just a little.&nbsp; She eyed the cum he'd shot onto her new blanket, the one that hadn't even been used yet, then quickly swiped her finger through the mess, bringing it to her lips.&nbsp; It was salty and sweet at the same time, not unpleasant, and she intentionally moaned very softly, more like a purr, as she swallowed.<br><br>"I'm not sure about toys," she said finally as she took the shorts and stepped into them, sliding them up and over her round ass.&nbsp; He must have bought them from the training center, because they were specifically fitted for dints; form-fitting in the back, and somewhat looser in the front to accommodate their genitalia.&nbsp; However even with the extra room, Candice still had a little difficulty stuffing herself in, eventually having to have her cock pressed tightly against her left thigh.&nbsp; But it worked, and it wasn't too uncomfortable.<br><br>"It sounds like you didn't really get much of a list of things he's going to want.&nbsp; You might want to do that in the future, you know, so we can come prepared."&nbsp; The shirt was next, and while it seemed opaque before she put it on, it had to stretch so much to fit around her large breasts that once it was in place her nipples could be seen just barely.&nbsp; Of course she didn't care though.<br><br>A minute later and the boots were on as well.&nbsp; She presented herself in a "how do I look?" gesture.&nbsp; "I guess, take some toys if you want, like an assortment, and we'll see what happens."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>02-08-2014, 03:24:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lochlann tucked himself back into his pants and stood aside to watch his latest acquisition get into her work uniform, pleased that she managed to fit herself into the clothes. They hadn't been fitted for her and were just off-the-rack dint wear, but at least that didn't have to leave her cock hanging out or something. Not that was the worst thing, necessarily.<br><br>"I asked the client if he had any toy preferences and he said to leave it up to you. I stocked up a quite a few of them, so I'm sure you'll be able to find something he likes," Lochlann explained, retrieving a small duffel bag from her closet, likely containing the stockpile he was talking about. "You're trained to use stuff like this right? I mean, I guess you've already got enough equipment of your own, but a little more can't hurt..."<br><br>He smirked and gave her a nod of approval at her outfit, heading over to the door. "If there's anything else you want to do to prep, make it quick. I'll be waiting out in the car," he told her before disappearing out into the hallway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>04-08-2014, 21:28:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The open door next to her new bed appeared to lead to a bathroom, and upon further inspection, her suspicion was confirmed.&nbsp; The switch next to the door illuminated four globes just over the vanity, illuminating her reflection.&nbsp; The other tall dint stared back for a moment, eyes shifting over the barely-there outfit.&nbsp; The tiny shirt and shorts were both sexy and a tad trashy.&nbsp; As Candice stepped toward the sink, she made a mental note to talk to Lochlann about her wardrobe.<br><br>A quick test of the knobs revealed both hot and cold running water, and she nodded with approval.&nbsp; Maybe this whole enterprise wouldn't be as bad as she'd originally thought.&nbsp; So what if she had to fuck a bunchy of strange guys?&nbsp; At least there was a nice room to come back to.&nbsp; That was more than could be said for the training center, where she still had to fuck strangers, but then had next to nothing waiting for her afterward.&nbsp; <br><br>She shut off the tap, then ran her hands through her hair, slicking it back some with the water remaining on her hands.&nbsp; Another quick look over herself, then she shut off the light and left.<br><br>***<br>Candice was mostly silent during the drive, although she did decide to mention the clothes he'd had her wear.&nbsp; "Lochlann," she started, about ten minutes into the ride.&nbsp; "You know, I get that you want to show all of this off," the dint gestured to her toned and yet curvy body.&nbsp; "But... you know, you kind of have me dressed like a hooker.&nbsp; And, OK yeah I get that that's pretty much what I'm going to be and fine, but can't I be a high-priced hooker at least?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>13-08-2014, 21:27:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As usual, Lochlann didn't have a lot to say to Candice unless he was talking business or telling her what to do; usually, those two things were one and the same. The dark-haired dint wasn't one to stay quiet if she felt she didn't care for something, though, so it wasn't much of a surprise that she would choose to bring up the issue of her clothing. Most intermales were trained to dress however the master wanted, whether that meant an elegant dress or a dish rag held over their junk, but Candice was far from "most intermales" in more aspects than one. <br><br>"I don't see what you're complaining about. You're going to be out of those clothes more often than in them, and the cheaper you look, the easier it'll be to draw clients in," he pointed out, though that clearly didn't matter all that much to him. He was just trying to get her more upset, if anything. "You do good and make the clients very happy, and I'll see about getting you some nicer clothes, alright? You talk back to them too much, and I'm going to start making you look like a crackwhore."<br><br>Before twenty minutes had passed, they arrived at the four-ish-star hotel Lochlann had set up a room in and went up to the fifth floor. Candice's outfit earned quite a few looks, but she was hardly the most promiscuous dint anyone had seen. As they approached the room, it became more clear that Lochlann was planning on being there with her. "Stay polite, but be dominant if that's what he wants. You know your training," he told her sharply before opening the door.<br><br>The room was nice and tidy, but the staff knew what a one-night booking meant and didn't go too far out of their way to provide the room with more than just the necessities: a bed, a TV, and some soap and toilet paper in the bathroom. On said bed was a male of Candice's age, with side-swept black hair that suggested he wanted to seem rebellious and independent without losing his parent's money. That being said, he appeared nice enough at first glance, not overly handsome, but attractive enough and a bit nervous about this whole thing. "H-hi," he stammered out as she stood up straight as a rod, eyes drinking in Candice's anatomy immediately. He barely noticed Lochlann take a seat in the corner. "I'm Adam," he told her, a little too polite. Didn't seem likely he had ever hired a prostitute before, least of all an intermale one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>25-08-2014, 20:11:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was just suggesting," Candice replied, somewhat indignantly, "that you might be able to attract more... lucrative clients if you didn't have me all whored up.&nbsp; You know, present a high-class product, get a high-class buyer.&nbsp; You could maybe even charge more for me."&nbsp; The tall dint shrugged, deciding to leave it at that.&nbsp; If Lochlann didn't want to get as much money for her as he could, that was his business.&nbsp; Her job was the same either way.&nbsp; She turned toward the window, her head propped on her hand, watching the lights of the city go by, imagining herself in a pretty dress.<br><br>The remainder of the ride was silent, save for the engine and road noises.&nbsp; Candice decided that she had no desire to hold a conversation anymore, and instead tried to mentally prepare herself for what was coming.&nbsp; Sex with a new partner could be tricky, especially when neither had met before.&nbsp; She was good at sizing people up, seemed to have a talent for guessing what others wanted, managing to find something that pleased them and going with it.&nbsp; She hoped that skill would come into use tonight.<br><br>At the training center, they had at one point been showed pictures and video of the swanky hotels and restaurants, just in case any of the dints were sold to wealthy owners.&nbsp; They'd been trained in high-society etiquette and Candice even remembered what fork to use for which course.&nbsp; Still, despite the training, pictures weren't enough to prepare her for the real thing.<br><br>She immediately felt out of place.&nbsp; There were eyes on her from the moment she walked in.&nbsp; That, in and of itself, was nothing new.&nbsp; But the looks weren't all ones of lust and desire.&nbsp; Rather, from many directions, and from men and women alike, she received disapproving looks.&nbsp; It was her outfit, she was sure.&nbsp; It couldn't have been the fact that she was a dint; there were at least a few just in the lobby alone, although it was difficult to be sure.&nbsp; Other than the plumbing, a dint looked exactly like a normal woman.&nbsp; But there had to be at least three, each one wearing an outfit that, while snug around the pubic region, gently hinting at their anatomy, still tastefully covered them.&nbsp; Candice, on the other hand, was on display for anyone to see.<br><br>The tall dint leaned to Lochlann, harshly whispering, "See?&nbsp; They're staring at me."<br><br>It took quite a bit of restraint for her to not roll her eyes as Lochlann instructed her on how to handle their... her... client.&nbsp; Of course she wouldn't talk back to the guy, that would be stupid.&nbsp; He could easily refuse to pay or to give her a bad reputation if she wasn't cooperative.&nbsp; Did he think she was an amateur or something?&nbsp; Still, she just nodded, as if it was sage advice, then followed him into the room.<br><br>Candice stood as Lochlann sat, his presence fading into the background.&nbsp; It was now all about her, and Adam.&nbsp; "I'm Candice," she greeted.&nbsp; "Pleased to meet you."&nbsp; She was already sizing him up.&nbsp; He had money, that much was sure.&nbsp; Probably not his own.&nbsp; He was a little young to be self-made.&nbsp; His clothes were expensive, but made in a way to suggest a casual indifference to the money spent on them.&nbsp; They were in a similar style to anything that an average middle-class man might wear, but with the logo of a high-end designer above the shirt pocket.&nbsp; <br><br>This was an adventure for him, then; no different than para-sailing, hang-gliding, scuba diving.&nbsp; She was an exotic creature, something new to be experienced.&nbsp; She couldn't tell if he really had an interest in her gender, or if this was just a one-time thing.&nbsp; It really didn't matter though, because either way, he likely wanted the full-on experience.&nbsp; <br><br>Candice would oblige.<br><br>"I'll need you to strip for me.&nbsp; Let's see what I'm working with."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Intermales Redux (Version 1, Imjessme and Revenent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>01-09-2014, 15:59:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adam was a little bit in awe of Candice at first. He had been interested in intermales since his parents first explained to him what they were and he was old enough to start being sexually attracted to things. He had ogled these strange creatures (Or were they considered people nowadays? He could never remember.) out in public, always checked out the ones that were brought to and shown off at his parents' parties, and probably had more dint porn stored on his laptop than anyone in his school. Still, even with all the ones he had encountered in the past, having one standing directly in front of him, her full attention focused on him, was a terrifying and exhilarating experience.<br><br>To top that off, Candice herself was a bombshell. He preferred blonde hair to dark hair, but hers flowed so smoothly and framed her beautiful face. Her slender body helped emphasize her large chest, not to mention the biggest bulge he had ever seen on a dint. Lochlann had promised the fresh graduate that he would pick up the best intermale he could find, but Adam had hardly expected the best one he had <em>ever seen</em>. Every cent of that graduation money was going to be well worth it, he had a feeling.<br><br>"O-oh, okay," he replied and quickly obliged when she asked him to strip. He had wanted a dint who would be a little dominant in bed, but he hadn't expected Lochlann to succeed so well in finding one with that personality. He had never witnessed a dint giving orders to the master, after all, which he more-or-less was to her for the evening. He felt a little uncomfortable getting undressed not only in front of this lady who he had never met before, but also in front of another man, but he wasn't about to let Candice down. In under half a minute, those fine designer clothes had been crumpled up into a pile on the floor.<br><br>For what it was worth, Adam didn't look half bad. A decent, athletic body; while definitely not a football player, he was at least slightly toned as to not be totally scrawny, though he definitely had a mild tanning booth tan rather than a real one. He had groomed himself well, apparently shaving off whatever body hair he had to be presentable. His groin, while not totally shaven, was trimmed down as best as he could manage on his own, probably hoping to make his cock look bigger. It sat at around five inches, perhaps a little more with how it was sticking out rock-hard at the moment, his smoothly shaven balls tight with anticipation. All in all, he would be a fine fuck, and there were far worse folk Lochlann could have stuck her with.<br><br>"What do you think?" Adam asked, trying to have some cockiness, though he knew Candice was still out of his league.
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