Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]
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				Title: <strong>Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 06:12:03</strong>
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				The last few weeks had been a blur of pain and hazy colors for Cyril. When he had been given to the doctor, he had thought that there would just be a few small procedures. The man at the orphanage had told him that they would just clean up a few spots, clarify his skin. A few procedures to amplify what he already had. In return, Cy had been promised a hefty lump sum of money and an adoption. He had been promised a family...at least, someone who would sign adoption papers and take him out of the grubby and damp orphanage he had grown up in.<br><br>So, without much thought, Cy had hopped into the white orphanage van and been dropped off at a fancy house that sprawled on for what seemed like ages, out in the countryside outside of the city. He vaguely remembered being shown into a sterile white room and being told to sit down by a vague-looking man, before he was told to hold out his arm.<br><br>A needle had been inserted, and since then, Cyril had only been waking in the vaguest clouds of white light and of sterile steel. He could barely remember anything, but his whole body ached. <br><br>What he thought were weeks had indeed turned into months.<br><br>"You've healed nicely, Cyril." <br><br>Cyril's lips clenched shut so that he wouldn't scream as the doctor's voice crept over him, making him shiver slightly. He felt a cool hand come rest on his bare shoulder. The doctor massaged Cyril's shoulders slightly, but had to stop fairly quickly...his shoulders, just a few inches down, erupted into massive, colorful wings. <br><br>His dark hair had grown, and been carefully treated, falling all the way to the small of his back. Just for today, it had been brushed out to a gleaming mass that hung in one heavy, silken fall, utterly straight. Against his white, white skin, it was completely black. <br><br>Cyril's eyes were a rich, dark blue, like velvet. Paired with the highly stylized, harem-type pants he wore, barely covering anything, he hardly looked real. He sat up and pulled away from the other man, huge wings fluttering out. He ruffled the feathers.<br><br>Now that he had healed, he realized that he could fly, clumsy as he was at it. He had to survive off fruits, as well, and juice. <br><br>"You're being sold, today." <br><br>Cyril's eyes brightened, then, extremely excited. Anything to get away from this man. Anything to get away from the man who had promised him so much and delivered so little. He was extremely shy, as it was, and the doctor trying to constantly touch him creeped him out. It wasn't that he didn't like men...he just didn't like this particular man. He would do anything, really, in order to get away from the doctor.<br><br>"You're going to go to sleep, and when you wake up, you'll be at your new house. Now drink this." <br><br>Cyril took the cup of apple juice, tentatively, but drank it down as told. He sank down to his side a few minutes later, and was picked up, set by the front door. His large wings cradled his near-naked body from the cold floor, laid out to make certain the client would approve, at which point he could be put in the waiting steel cage and transported. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 22:23:15</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael had grown bored. He was wealthy, easily enough that he could probably flat out buy a small country... in cash. He was handsome enough that he could get almost any girl he laid eyes upon. But it usually always ended up the same. He'd fuck them once, and grow tired of them. It was too... easy. Too mundane and boring.<br><br>&nbsp;But a friend of his had let him in on a company that might help him. They specialized in 'exotic' pets. At first, Michael just laughed. He didn't exactly need a monkey or elephant to make his life exciting. But then he was let on to the fact that it wasn't -that- type of pet. Human-esque pets. This had sparked Michael's interest. Supposedly, he could get almost any type of pet he wanted. That seemed interesting.<br><br>&nbsp;But with such limitless possibility, what should he get? He didn't know.... so when he contacted the company, he asked for the first thing that really came to mind. He wanted something akin to an 'angel'. The company said they'd make it happen, and he wired them the money.<br><br>&nbsp;Thus, he waited with some form of excitement... though he slowly seemed to forget after a few months.<br><br>&nbsp;But the day came that a large, sheeted object was delivered to his mansion. He had it taken into the study, and he sat in front of it, in a large, high backed, cushioned chair. He looked at the sheet, not yet able to bring himself to pull it off.... actually, he didn't know what to expect. Would it be a boy? a girl? would it look like the angel he might picture in his mind? or something more akin to a harpy?<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't know... but he'd just sit there, waiting for some signs of life from it, wondering if there might be something truly alive and sentient in there....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 22:50:26</strong>
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				The car ride had been a bumpy one that Cyril was completely unaware of. The drugs had knocked him out cold and he was content to sleep it off, perfectly warm with wings cupped around his body. He didn't stir even as he was carried into Michael's study, still slumped at the bottom of the cage with the sheet tossed over it. <br><br>His eyes started to open, slowly, still making no noise. He took in the faint light filtering through the thin sheet and could see, just barely, a bit of carpet from under a slightly raised bit of sheet. He was groggy with the medication, still, and his wings ruffled within the cage.<br><br>The were a few moments of near-silent movement, shifting, the cage rocking slightly as he moved to sit, kneeling, finding it a bit more comfortable.<br><br>The cage was far too small for him to spread his wings, and finally, he let out a soft moan as he started to really come to. He wrapped slender, white hands around the bars to help hold himself up, the sound tapering off into a faint warble that was near a coo. He would sing, beautifully, when he wasn't drugged. <br><br>His vision was starting to clear a bit, now, and he wondered where he was. His magnificent wings fluttered. Where they had been fused to his back, there was only the slightest hint of shiny white scar tissue, well-hidden by the growing feathers. It was almost as though he had been born like this. <br><br>He was now curious to see where he was, cobalt eyes brightening slightly when he realized it didn't <em>smell</em> like the old atrium with that dirty old scientist, where he had been kept. <br><br>"Hello?" A voice smooth as silk, soft, pure. It sounded clean. Of course, Cyril's voice had once been normal and raucous, as most boys are, but a few surgeries had fixed that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 23:54:12</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael saw the movement of the cage... the subtle rustle of the sheet... but he remained still in his chair, lightly sipping a bit of red wine from a wine glass, still quite comfortably settled in his chair.<br><br>&nbsp;The first thing he had to go by was the soft coo.... and then the silky soft voice. It actually braught a slight smile to his lips, and he'd move to gently set the glass upon a small table beside the chair, and would ease himself upwards, moving over to stand by the cage. A hand would move to tangle fingers in the sheet, and with a simple flick of his arm, he'd yank the sheet off, letting it drop to the floor next to the cage, and allowing him the first look at his new pet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 01:11:16</strong>
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				Cy shifted a bit when he saw the sheet bunch up around what appeared to be fingers, watching anxiously as it was pulled back and away from his cage. Slender, probably around five foot two though it was hard to tell with the way he sat, Cyril gazed anxiously up at his owner, his own small white hands wrapped around the bars of the cage, eyes wide but bright. "Hello," He said again, a bit nervously. His wings shivered slightly, revealing his nerves, drawing attention to the magnificent feathers. Now they were a rich, velvety blue, and would clearly be many feet long when opened, but they were curled up behind him, closed in order to fit in the cage. He had to hunch forwards slightly to fit them properly, long legs folded under him, biting his bottom lip nervously. <br><br>"I'm...my name is Cyril. Cy." He repeated. The nickname was pronounced 'sigh', which he immediately did right afterwards. The sound was a soft coo, once again, and he blushed. He had forgotten that unless he controlled his sounds, he would sound as though he were singing. <br><br>He wanted out of this cage, though.<br><br>He figured he should probably play nice, or else he wouldn't be let out, so he put on a small smile and continued to hold onto the bars, near the latch, wings occasionally fluttering without unfurling, trying to stretch them without hitting them against the cages bars. <br><br>He took in the time to look around the room. The man appeared to be immensely rich, and he noted the red wine, smiling a bit as he smelled it. Grapes. Old grapes, but grapes to be sure. His stomach rumbled in response to the smell and he looked embarrassed for a moment. His diet was limited - fruits or fruit-like products, including honey for a nice treat. Sugar-water if he was especially good. He hadn't eaten for going on a day, now, and he wondered if it would be too rude to immediately ask for food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 03:39:33</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael would slowly nod, smiling at the name. He wouldn't say anything immediately, simply looking over the beautiful boy... the beautiful pet angel. He'd even chuckle as he heard the subtle rumblings of the boys stomach, remembering the paper he'd gotten speakig of the boys diet. Idly, he'd swirl the contents of his wine glass, looking first at it, before turning to look towards the boy. Silently, he'd reach forward, offering the glass between the bars... waiting for the boy to take it.<br><br>&nbsp;When he finally did, he'd simply turn, and step away, considering his words for a few moments before he actually spoke.<br><br>&nbsp;"Do you know why your here? What your new purpose in life is?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:22:28</strong>
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				Cyril watched the glass approaching, small hands grasping for it, taking it and holding it. He sniffed at the wine for just a moment before he paused and then looked up at Michael. "Well..." He paused momentarily, then took a big sip of the wine and held it in his mouth. His nose wrinkled because he had expected it to be sweet, and he swallowed it down hard and then licked his lips. It took a minute for him to decide he liked the taste, coughing slightly, staring down at the glass to try and figure out whether or not he liked this. <br><br>He paused and then took another small sip. It was a good. He licked his lips and then twirled the glass between his fingers, slowly sipping at the wine, holding it between his fingers. <br><br>"I don't really know. But the doctor told me that if I came here I didn't have to live with him." He smiled faintly and looked up at Michael, "Will you let me out of the cage?" He wanted to stretch. It was gloomy here. He hoped the man had a greenhouse or an atrium in which he could sun himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:29:20</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael watched the boy for a few moments as he tasted the wine, and gave a subtle chuckle. At the words, he'd slowly nod, and consider how to explain it to the boy. At the request, Michael would watch the boy for a moment, and finally reach over, unlocking the cage, and gently pulling the door open.<br><br>&nbsp;"Stand up... and stretch. Then do a small spin in place for me. Let me see what I own now."<br><br>&nbsp;Michael would step back, giving plenty of room for the boy, and his wings, a slight smile on his lips at the beauty of the boy. He actually felt himself growing excited just at the sight of him. Shaking his head slightly, he'd push the thoughts away momentarily.<br><br>&nbsp;"Your now my pet. That means your property. I own you. No longer do you have the full freedom to do as you wish, not without my permission. Your new reason for living is to make sure that I'm happy. Mentally, Emotionally, Physically."<br><br>&nbsp;He intended to train the boy, to make him into the perfect slave... but he'd watch him to see if he was smart enough to piece together what he's said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 04:54:45</strong>
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				The cage was certainly too small for him and when the door was unlocked he came out, slowly, one long leg extended tenderly to stretch himself out, then upwards. His eyes narrowed slightly when told that he was owned, and the man's words only cemented what he was now realizing would be his future. He did a short, terse spin, wings flashing out from his back in a move that certainly showed them off but was more than obviously aggressive. <br><br>"If you own me, then you're going to have your work cut out." His wings slowly folded back in once again and he looked up at Michael, "And I can only give you happy if you give me what I need." He looked down then, realizing that his pants did cover him, but just barely. <br><br>Opaque enough to cover his sex, that was about all that it covered, the pants belled out and became sheer by the point that they hit his ankles. He realized that he could hardly be taken seriously when wearing this. <br><br>"Oh...uhm..." He blushed, then, seeming to deflate just a little bit. "Well, what do you mean by me not having full freedom? What <em>can't</em> I do?" He reached for the wine again, taking a small sip, coughing slightly but enjoying the faint burn as it chased down his throat and into his stomach. "I guess I'm not really...going out. Not with these wings, anyways. So..." He bit his bottom lip. Cyril was, if nothing else, a smart boy. <br><br>"Maybe...I can try. Being a pet. Just...you're gonna have to be patient with me." He mumbled, "I've never done something like this, before."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 05:16:50</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael would just give a slight nod. He'd slowly move forward, and gently push the glass aside, stepping in so that he was pressed against the boy, letting him feel the hardness of his Owners body. One hand moved to gently stroke along one of his hips, and the other moved up, lightly teasing fingertips along his neck, before gently turning his head up. He might have a moment to wonder what was happening, before Michael leaned down, and pressed a soft, somewhat passionate kiss to the boys lips, tongue teasing out to taste the boys wine glazed lips.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd hold the kiss for a few moments, before drawing back, not moving away, simply staring down into the boys eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;"I will be patient... but you will put everything you have into learning what I teach you. How to speak, how to move, how to dress, how to act. All of these I will teach you, so that you can do them to the best so that it pleases me. The more you please me, the more likely I am to ensure your happy. Displease me... there is a return available on you. And the doctor who delivered you was quite happy about his willingness to replace you with another pet, should I be dissatisfied."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 14:28:45</strong>
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				Cyril obviously was a bit confused as to why the other man was so close to him, shivering faintly as the hand stroked down his hip and then the other came to gently&nbsp; carress his slender neck. He turned his dark eyes upwards, blinking slowly, but closed them at the kiss. It felt nice, though he had never kissed another boy before, and he didn't try to pull away from it though he didn't actively give himself into it, either. <br><br>"...Okay. I'll do my best to be good as I can..." he looked around and wrapped his arms around himself, obviously chilly in what little clothing he was wearing, wings coming to close partially around his body. <br><br>"Is there an atrium, or greenhouse, or somewhere sunny for me to stay?" He asked, wanting nothing more than to relax somewhere warm. This place was much colder than the greenhouse he had been kept in, lately, and he wanted to flap about and explore the tops of flowering trees, which he had been able to do in the extremely cramped greenhouse that the doctor had kept for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 07:23:11</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael would savor the kiss, though he noticed that the boy didn't really return it. Perhaps he didn't have much experience, or maybe just wasn't use to a man doing it. When he drew back, the slight tremble as the boy wrapped arms and wings around himself, apparently chilly. <br><br>&nbsp;Michael would nod, one of his hands grasping one of the boys hands, and started to lead him out of the study. Outside, it was a grand seeming hallway, leading them down it seemingly forever, before coming to a large, semi-clear doorway. He'd open it, and they seemed to be hit with instant warmth and sunshine.<br><br>&nbsp;The doorway lead into a grand atrium, something he'd actually had built just for Cyril. The Atrium was easily as tall as the mansion, about 3 stories, perhaps half as long as it. It was filled with large trees, lush foilage, plenty of green bushes, vines, and all that fun stuff. Plenty of the trees and bushes had natural fruit growing on them, meaning Cyril would never be hungry.<br><br>&nbsp;Walking in, he'd turn, and consider Cyril, still holding his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"... think this might be satisfactory, My beautiful angel?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 20:03:53</strong>
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				Cyril hurried down the hall, eager to get into the warmth, unable not to smile when he saw the greenhouse. He tooka&nbsp; few steps in and looked at all of the fruits growing, the lush waxy leaves spilling over, heavy and damp air warm like a blanket. Cyril turned, giving his new owner's hand a friendly squeeze, "It's absolutely beautiful." He whispered before he looked at the trees once again. <br><br>He pulled his hand away from the other man, taking a few running steps, then flapping his wings. He soared above the trees, alighting on a thick branch only a few feet about Michael's head. He looked like an angel, framed there.<br><br>"The doctor said my wings will lighten up. They'll turn a lighter blue, eventually." He murmured. His dark hair tumbled over his shoulders, falling heavy and thick. He slipped back down, landing on his feet, standing in front of his owner. "...Thank you for this. It's perfect." He, uncertainly, kissed Michael's cheek. <br><br>"Am I allowed to eat all of these fruits?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 21:31:15</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;Michael would watch for a few moments as the boy sprang into the air, gliding around the trees for a few moments before coming to land upon a branch. He really did look like an angel there, a small smile coming to the man's lips. He'd simply nod at the remark about the wings, watching as the boy came to make a graceful landing in front of him, and giving him the slight peck on the cheek.<br><br>&nbsp;For a moment, Michael would simply look at the boy, not answering, before stepping in, one arm moving around to find the boys tight bottom, gently grasping it, and squeezing, using the grip to pull the boy forward against his new Owner's body tightly. The other would move, up to the boys back, and gently stroke where the wings were grafted to the flesh.<br><br>&nbsp;"... yes. The fruit is there for you to eat... though don't eat too much too fast. Don't want this beautiful figure of yours ruined."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd give a small, playful grin, and lean in, pressing another soft kiss to the boys lips, this one a bit deeper, slightly more passioned... as if trying to enlighten the boy of the pleasure of kissing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Caged [[Closed, Antone and Sho]]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:56:29</strong>
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				Cyril looked up at Michael and watched as the man approached him, unable to help but blush when the man's hand ran over a pert, round ass that had been fixed so it would always be tight and perfect for fucking. He buried his head in Michael's shoulder, not because he didn't like it, but embarrassed by all of this. "It's just fruit. I won't gain much weight. But you'll give me sugar-water, right? If I'm good? I used to like chocolate but the doctor said that it'll make me sick if I eat it. Sugar-water tastes good to me, too, though. And honey. Can I have those as treats if I'm good and do what you say?"<br><br>He bargained with what he had - willing to sell his body for some sugared water and fruit - figuring that he could get the man to give him whatever he wanted if he were just to be good and obedient to any orders that he might receive from the other man. He might even be able to get jewels. <br><br>Riches. <br><br>"Mmm..." He kissed the other man back gently and he pressed his lips against Michael's, starting to enjoy this...uncertain about what was going on. The one thing he knew was that he enjoyed the warm press of another's lips against his own and the gentle but persistent touches Michael made. He pulled back to catch his breath, holding onto Michael, shivering as the skin near his wings was stroked. It&nbsp; made him nervous to have it touched, rising up on his toes, eyes fluttering shut.
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