Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)
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				Title: <strong>Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 15:23:08</strong>
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				"Here you go, Ms. O'Connell," Ian said, passing a check through the security-glassed window to the bland-faced woman who ran the apartments.&nbsp; She had inherited the building from her late husband, and only showed interest in the place when there was a major repair needed or when rent was due.&nbsp; Luckily, Ian had developed enough of a knack with making his own repairs that he was able to earn a little extra cash on the side by doing minor maintenance and other tasks for the other tenants.&nbsp; That rent check always seemed to bring his finances to the edge of comfort.<br><br>It was the first day of Spring Break, so Ian was heading out to do one of those 'other tasks'.&nbsp; He had no classes, and the college bookstore had made the decision not to bother opening this week, which had left him free to accept the offer of a pet-sitting job a few blocks away.&nbsp; The man on the phone had told him that the key would be in a hollow ceramic frog by the front porch, and that 'Mikey' was a very well behaved puppy - he just needed to be watched today since his master's normal sitter was unavailable.&nbsp; <br><br>As he walked up to the door and unlocked it, Ian considered offering his pet-sitting services for the rest of the week.&nbsp; Perhaps the man's normal sitter was away on vacation like half of the rest of the town, and it would give Ian a little extra for his enforced 'days off'.&nbsp; He opened the door and walked in, dropping his bookbag in a corner near the door.&nbsp; Getting down in a crouch, he whistled encouragingly.<br><br>"Mikey!&nbsp; Here, boy!&nbsp; C'mere!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 16:07:16</strong>
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				The apartment was bland and almost empty looking, like its owner spent more time at work then at home. Probably explained the need for a sitter... the door opened directly into the lounge room, which was populated with only a tv cabinet against the wall and a couch several steps away from it. A kitchen was visible from a doorway next to the cabinet, and behind the couch was a hallway, but no where in the room was there a sign of any pet.<br><br>The man who hired him had said Mikey was very playful... how odd that he wouldn't come storming out to see who was at the door. By the second time Ian had called out, there was a small, but audible thump from the hallway. A moment later, it came again, from the linen cupboard in the hallway. Could Mikey be trapped in there?
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 16:26:10</strong>
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				Ian approached the cupboard, still using the slightly higher voice that one typically uses with small children and pets.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mikey?&nbsp; Is that you, boy?&nbsp; How'd you get yourself stuck in there, huh?"&nbsp; He could picture some awkward little creature, still not grown into its paws and ears - one that would probably be either terribly grateful to be released, or terribly upset to see 'not-master'.&nbsp; Still, the man had said that Mikey had a usual sitter, so it might not be so traumatic for the puppy.<br><br>Another thought occurred to Ian as he turned the handle to open the cupboard.&nbsp; "Is your master using that for your cage?"&nbsp; He knew a few people that would cage their dogs to prevent them from making a mess - but this guy was expecting Ian to show up...<br><br>He pulled the door open, expecting a little bundle of fur to tumble out, and froze.&nbsp; This couldn't be right.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 16:36:59</strong>
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				In the cupcoard, curled up on the floor, was not a dog, but a person. Naked and on his side in a fetal position, he looked no older then Ian was, thin and boney. His wrists were bound behind his back, ice blue eyes looking up at him from under a mop of blonde hair, narrow and cold. He couldn't speak, as a leather strap gagged his mouth with a red ball, and he made no attempts at struggling, or appealing for help. He seemed... sedate. His pale eyes simply watched him, curious, wondering if he would untie him.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 16:56:33</strong>
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				Ian couldn't believe what he was seeing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Oh god.&nbsp; H-hold on..."&nbsp; He hesitated for a moment, trying to decide what to do.&nbsp; What had he stumbled on?&nbsp; It was the right house, but this?&nbsp; <br><br>"Lemme get you out of there," he babbled as he finally decided that the other boy's shoulders were the safest effective place to put his own hands.&nbsp; It was a bit of an effort, but he managed to drag the blonde out of the cupboard and started to work on the knots - first the gag and then the wrist bindings.&nbsp; Insanely, he wondered if the dog might be tucked away in a basement or something.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 18:37:32</strong>
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				The boy didn't struggle or appeal to him as he was unbound, like Ian may have expected. He simply sat up when he could and rubbed his sore wrists, which were showing fresh marks. The bonds had been tight, but for marks to set in like that, he'd have needed to be tied up like that for... an hour? Longer?<br><br>With the gag gone, he started breathing slightly deeper, filling the lungs that his nose couldn't properly. He seemed to pay little attention to Ian, but he fixed the boys kind eyes with his own cold, icey ones as he rubbed his wrists.<br><br>There was a slight look of accusation in them, but the exact 'mood' of this blonde captive was impossible to tell... the way he looked at him, Ian wouldn't see the kind of anger or fire a captive would have, nor could he see the longing or innocence. He was just... blank.<br><br>"Well? Are you going to do it, or not?" his voice reflected his cold impassiveness. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 18:47:21</strong>
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				"Do it?"&nbsp; Ian barely shook his head, his mind still spinning with the shock to figure out what he was supposed to do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Look, I was called in to watch this guy's dog for the day.&nbsp; I don't - I mean, I guess I should call the cops or something... You didn't get hit in the head or anything, did you?"&nbsp; Something about the other boy's reactions wasn't what he would have expected, and he couldn't think of many other ways that someone could end up bound and gagged.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 19:33:58</strong>
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				There was a pause, the blond boy blinking, then his features changed subtly, almost as if he were relaxing. "I see your game..." he whispered, not directed at Ian.<br><br>"Your here for me" he gently tapped the red collar around his neck, where a name tag clearly read 'Michael'. He then crawled over him, which easily put Ian on his back from his kneeling position, tipping the weight and then half draping himself across his lap, trapping him.<br><br>"He sent you to take care of me..." he whispered, proceeding immediately, almost business like, his hand finding his leg and traveling up it toward his groin, rubbing him through his pants. Despite any protests he may have voice, he didn't stop, reaching into his waist line and fondling him.<br><br>"Sick bastard... he's never rented me out to someone like you..."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 19:54:33</strong>
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				<em>Michael... Mikey...</em>&nbsp; Comprehension wavered in Ian's eyes long enough for the blond to explain the situation - at least partially.<br><br>"Wait a minute - rent?&nbsp; You mean like - Hey!"&nbsp; Michael's fingers had slipped inside both his pants and his briefs, and were getting <em>very</em> friendly.&nbsp; "L-look - I don't know - what you think I'm 'like'," Ian swallowed hard.&nbsp; "But I'm not - you know - into anything like <em>that</em>!"&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe his last protest had come out a little bluntly, but the feeling of fingers curling around his package wasn't something he was very used to.&nbsp; The few girls that he'd been even remotely intimate with tended to keep their hands above his waist.&nbsp; And <em>renting</em>?&nbsp; It made him sound like one of those creepy guys with a raincoat and a van with painted-out windows.<br><br>"H-he told me - I'd be watching a puppy..." he finished lamely.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 20:09:41</strong>
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				"He's watching us both right now... its his little game" he would gently nip at his neck, realizing quickly how sensitive Ian was, especially with how surprised and unprepared he was for this situation. The way he took control... he was quite experienced, and it would be difficult for Ian to push him away. Michael seemd to know just how to cruise through his defenses, weakening him easily.<br><br>He rubbed his length, mouth finding his collarbone, and then he looked up at him, that cold, impassive gaze taken on a distinct but subtle pleading. "If we don't, he'll beat me. Please... I don't have any deseases" he went right om ahead, ducking down and dragging his pants and briefs to his thighs.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 21:05:13</strong>
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				"Watching?!" Ian yelped, trying to look around for the camera.&nbsp; What had he gotten into?&nbsp; He pushed down a rush when warm lips found his neck - a rush that sent a twitch under Michael's questing fingers.<br><br>"Look - I... You don't have to - I'm not saying that - but I'm <em>straight</em>!" he managed to get out.&nbsp; By this time, his pants were well and truly open, and he was confronted with the choice of looking up at those eyes, or down at the skilled fingers.<br><br>He wondered if the guy that hired him was listening too.&nbsp; That was kind of creepy.&nbsp; He lowered his voice.&nbsp; "I don't - I don't think you're sick - and I don't want you to get beaten," he said, trying to stave off the distraction.&nbsp; "But - you've gotta understand - I've never - with a guy, I mean.&nbsp; I-It's not my thing."&nbsp; The fact that he wasn't completely soft wasn't helping his argument, though.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 06:38:36</strong>
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				He looked up at him, head giving the slightest of tilts, understanding in those seductively slitted cats eyes. "It's alright... you don't have to do a thing. Just relax, and lay back"<br><br>He wouldn't be dissuaded, his gentle mouth easily finding the right points at his chest and down his stomach, finding every small weak point. He may have been straight, but he wouldn't be able to resist too long. Michael seemed to know his body better then he did.<br><br>In that same business like fashion, he took him into his mouth, gripping his shaft and suckling on the head. He was quite good at it, too... the buckles and bell on his collar would jingle slightly as his head bobbed up and down. If he continued, he could bring him to orgasm quite easily. He stopped, however, when he judged that he was fully erect.<br><br>Carefully, he clambered over him, sitting on his heels in his lap. He placed his hands on his shoulders, leaning his forehead against his. His cheeks took on a slight pinkness, colourless lips open, breathing slightly deeper from his own arousal. "Thank you for this... I'm sorry you were involved"<br><br>He reached down and started to aim Ian's erect member.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 17:33:14</strong>
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				<em>Relax?</em> Ian couldn't imagine how Michael expected him to do that under the circumstances, but from about the waist down, his brain wasn't calling the shots.&nbsp; He could do little more than watch, arms braced behind him, as the blonde dipped his head.<br><br>"Oh god..." Ian rasped as he felt that warm mouth wrap around him.&nbsp; Regular sex was nothing like this, with soft tugging and the slick pressure of Michael's tongue actively seeking out just the right places.&nbsp; He couldn't help watching, either.&nbsp; The motion of the other boy's head was positively hypnotic combined with the sensations that battered against his sensibilities.<br><br><em>Feels good... What am I thinking?&nbsp; That's - he's a - and we're being watched!</em>&nbsp; Even that wasn't enough to cause his erection to flag when Michael pulled off.&nbsp; Ian felt his own cheeks flush as he met those blue eyes, but he couldn't look away - not with the other so close to him.<br><br>For a brief moment, he thought maybe it was over.&nbsp; Maybe this was all that it meant when guys 'did it'.&nbsp; Then, Michael was in his lap, and Ian realized what was about to happen.<br><br>"I don't want you to get hurt," he said softly.&nbsp; He wasn't at all sure what any of this felt like to Michael, though.&nbsp; Was it already impossible to avoid that?
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 13:30:41</strong>
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				He looked as though he were about to reply, wetting his lips, then thinking better of it. He dropped down, wincing as he impaled himself an inch, the head sinking into him. He closed his eyes, brows knitting as he adjusted, letting a small noise rumble in his throat as he sunk down further.<br><br>When he was sitting on Ian's lap, he relaxed, catching his breath. He had been holding it in, it seemed. Nose to nose with Ian, the pinkish tinge to his cheeks were more noticeable, and Ian would be able to pick up on his aloof smile. "Heh, your kind of cute..."<br><br>He tensed his legs, pushing up slowly, then sinking back down with a plop. Slowly, he began to pick up speed...
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 17:43:49</strong>
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				Ian caught his lower lip in his teeth as Michael lined him up and then - his hands curled against the floor as he felt tight heat gripped him.&nbsp; Breath hissed between his teeth as Michael sank down, and Ian's eyes widened in disbelief.&nbsp; <br><br>It was just as hot, but quite a bit tighter, and in Michael's state of undress, it was impossible to even try to continue thinking of his previous experiences.&nbsp; Ian groaned as the blond lifted himself, blushing deeply at the sound he made, until he felt the sudden impact as he came back down.<br><br>"Oof-" he lifted one hand to Michael's hip, a strange mixture of concern and guilty arousal on his face.&nbsp; "E-easy...&nbsp; Don' need - to be rough..."&nbsp; He didn't try to stop the other boy, telling himself that the person watching would be upset by that - but a warm spark inside him didn't <em>want</em> Michael to stop.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 04:43:12</strong>
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				Silently, Michael bobbed up and down, the only sign of his arousal his steadyly rising breath. Whatever enjoyment he may have gotten from this was buried by the humiliation of this... just the way his Master liked it. Michael had dealt with this long enough, because he'd never had the courage to back out of this agreement. Sitting with Ian, so innocent and sweet looking... he felt a tiny spark inside himself. <br><br>He stored all this away for later... he had some serious thinking to do in between the time Ian leaves and his Master arrives to enjoy him further.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 06:49:47</strong>
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				Michael's silence was unnerving.&nbsp; Ian couldn't tell if he was supposed to do the same, but he didn't have anything near the control that the blonde did.&nbsp; Despite his best efforts, tiny whimpers and gasps were soon providing a strained counterpoint to that erotic rhythm.<br><br><em>This isn't right,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>He doesn't really want to do this.&nbsp; </em>I<em> don't really want to do this.</em>&nbsp; Still, his hand on Michael didn't try to push the other away.&nbsp; <em>I can't let him get beaten for something I did - or didn't do.</em> he rationalized.<br><br>Logic only went so far, though.&nbsp; It wasn't logical that his own hips were rocking ever-so-slightly to better match Michael's movements.&nbsp; It wasn't logical that he wanted to hold Michael and tell him it was all right.&nbsp; It certainly wasn't logical that he was feeling the same tension between his legs that he felt with a girl.&nbsp; <br><br>That same tension was clear in his voice as he worked to get out something coherent.&nbsp; "Michael -"
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 17:26:10</strong>
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				He draped his arms over Ian's shoulders, leaning into him, sitting on his heels and rocking with him, his labored breathing becoming more of whine, almost like a puppy. "It's okay... you can..." he whispered breathlessly into his ear, gasping and clutching him close as he felt himself release onto Ian's stomach. Tensing up, he sat there a moment, twitching and starting to grow weak, slumping over him.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 21:09:21</strong>
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				Ian hadn't expected the way it would feel.&nbsp; He <em>felt</em> each pulse of Michael's release, and it didn't take long for that to overwhelm his senses.&nbsp; A strangled groan signaled his own climax, and he could feel the sudden slickness of his own release inside Michael.&nbsp; <br><br>Stunned by the intensity of what had just happened - not to mention the fact that it had happened with a guy - Ian brought his free arm up to loosely embrace the blonde, lightly rubbing the other's nape.<br><br>"You okay?" he asked hoarsely.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 01:58:59</strong>
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				It was hard to tell if the noise he made in response was a sigh or simply a pant of exhausting, but he nodded, head limp on his shoulder. "Yeah... you should go. Wash up and get your money from the counter. He'll be home soon..."<br><br>He sounded so... resigned. The way he spoke, it didn't sound like he wanted him to leave, but would rather not have him here when his Master returned.<br><br>He pushed up to a standing position, stepping off of him and walking over to the closet, where he had been found, not in the least worried over his nudity, propping up against the wall and sliding down to hug his legs, sitting there, emotionless, waiting for him to leave. He looked... sad. 
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 03:49:37</strong>
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				Ian felt very uncomfortable with undressing any more than he already had - washing up would wait until he had gotten back to his own apartment.&nbsp; Instead, he hiked up his pants and underwear, brushing ineffectively at the wet mark on his shirt.&nbsp; The money was the last thing on his mind at this point.<br><br>"You know - it's not right for him to treat you like this.&nbsp; What if I'd been some kind of psycho?"&nbsp; As he rested his hand on Michael's shoulder, an image of the other boy being found by someone like that flashed through his head - someone who wouldn't have even bothered to unbind the blonde before taking advantage of his helpless position.<br><br><em>You should help him,</em> his conscience insisted.<br><br><em>I don't know how,</em> was his only answer to it.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 01:28:01</strong>
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				"Just leave..." was all he would say, resigned to his cupboard, hugging his legs and awaiting his Masters return. "Maybe I'll see you later..." he whispered with a slight spark of hope.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 01:47:58</strong>
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				"Yeah - maybe..." Ian said, offering what he hoped was an encouraging smile.&nbsp; He didn't honestly think that the man would call him for another pet-sitting job, though, so he wasn't terribly confident that meeting would happen.&nbsp; With a sick feeling in his stomach at his helplessness, he headed for home.&nbsp; The money that Michael's 'master' had left for him was forgotten on the counter.<br><br>When he got back to his apartment, the first thing he did was shower, trying to wash away his part in - what had just happened.&nbsp; He couldn't help wondering whether Michael had gotten stuffed back in that cabinet.&nbsp; What had happened to the other boy when his master had returned?&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 02:28:05</strong>
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				He didn't recieve any other jobs for a 'Mikey' and after two weeks, the blonde slaves situation may have left his mind long enough for life to return to normal. As he was leaving college to return home, Ian would do his usual grocery trip, and would feel a tap on his shoulder.<br><br>Next to him was Michael, eye in a white patch, arm in a cast and sling, chest bound up in bandages, with numerous bruises and gravel rash. Under his arm was a crutch, ankle bound up, though it seemed he could walk well enough on his own, albeit with a limp. <br><br>Despite his injuries, he looked... oddly content. He was smiling that deceptively aloof grin Ian had seen when he called him cute. But most noticeable of all was the total lack of a collar.<br><br>"Ian" he simply stated, face softening. "Was hoping I'd run into you"
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 04:15:48</strong>
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				It took him a moment to recognize the blonde.&nbsp; At first, he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of injuries on the thin body.&nbsp; Then, there was the fact that the last time he had seen Michael, the other boy had been stark naked.&nbsp; He stared in shock for a full minute before he found his voice.<br><br>"Michael?&nbsp; Geez - what <em>happened</em> to you?"&nbsp; There were easily a dozen other questions he could have asked, if not for the fact that they were in the middle of the produce section with housewives and other students milling around them.
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 06:34:50</strong>
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				"Parting gifts" He tilted his head to draw attention to his white neck, where he would remember the red collar with the golden bell. "He didn't let me go easily. This was just his way of saying goodbye"<br><br>"So, guna buy this poor stray puppy some lunch?" his face may have been difficult to read at first, minimally expressive as it was, but Ian would notice a subtle change... relief? Contentment?
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 08:31:23</strong>
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				"Well, I was going to pick up a frozen pizza - I could make it a large, though,"&nbsp; Ian replied.&nbsp; He felt a twinge of guilt whenever his eyes flicked over one of Michael's bandages.<br><br><em>I should have done something,</em> he chided himself.&nbsp; <em>I could have called the cops - I could have gotten him to an abuse shelter - something...&nbsp; The least I can do is get him something to eat.</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 17:55:26</strong>
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				"Dining in?" he scanned Ian quite openly then, though it was brief. Just enough to be noticeable, but not so much that Ian could accurately gauge Michael's feelings or intentions. That sedate smirk of his might as well have been a mask... he was a curiosity, and he was hoping he had Ian's interest perked.<br><br>"I'd offer to carry some bags, but..." he shrugged, casually indicating his injuries as if it was nothing more serious then a minor fashion mix up.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 18:55:09</strong>
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				"Well, student budget - I do some work on and around campus, but it's not exactly for high pay -" he broke off as the purely innocent comment was thrown into a whole new light because of the way he'd met Michael.<br><br>Although he had tried not to dwell on what had happened, there <em>had</em> been some times in the past weeks when he had wondered - and felt a little ashamed of what he had and hadn't done.&nbsp; It was both good and bad that he wasn't currently involved with anyone, because he wasn't sure how those memories would have affected any - intimate situations.<br><br>"It's not really that heavy," he assured the blond, scooping up a large pizza from the freezer bin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 19:54:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite the crutch, he seemed able to get himself up into and off of the train car without much issue, though he needed Michaels shoulder for the stairs. He seemed to enjoy being helped up the few dozen concrete steps a little too much, but like everything with Michael, it was just too difficult to tell. <br><br>There were a few instances where he suddenly hissed a breath through his teeth, holding his chest and leaning on his crutch. These brief insights past his serenity showed just how much pain he was in, and how he was struggling, but just as quickly as the cracks appeared, the mask was back up.<br><br>By the time he was leaning his crutch inside the door way of Michaels apartment, he was panting slightly, though was doing a good job of keeping his exhausting from showing.<br><br>"Thank you, I shouldn't need it now..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 20:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Every twinge that showed on Michael's face made Ian feel a touch more guilty.&nbsp; Maybe he could have stopped all this.&nbsp; When they got to the apartment, he had already decided to do whatever he could to make some sort of amends.<br><br>"Let me get you a chair," he said, not even waiting for an answer before darting across the open living room area to grab the padded computer chair that he'd gotten from his parents during his first year at college.&nbsp; It was a step down from the top-of-the-line leather executive, but comfortable enough for long study sessions.<br><br>"Here - sit down and relax while I get dinner ready," he said with an attempt at a smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 08:02:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He realized with a wince that his stomach had growled quite audibly as he lowered himself into the chair. Curse his body, he thought... he didn't want Ian to know the last meal he had had been at a soup kitchen 3 days ago. The only reason he hadn't gone straight to Ian was not knowing his address or number or any details like that. <br><br>How elated he had been to see him that day... a homeless person with no coins to rub together had no place at a super market. All he had had in his pockets was a prescription for the chemist. What luck, he had thought... he intended to make good use of this twist of fate.<br><br>Despite his ravenous hunger, did he even want to wait? He could see Ian in the kitchen, back turned to him, attentions drawn away... He could easily slip up behind him and get a hold of his waist. But he had waited this long... he could go a few hours more.<br><br>Besides, with all these casts, he'd need some help bathing... this thought was contentment enough to keep him waiting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 08:55:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ten minutes," Ian said, sliding the pizza into the oven, and pulling a couple of sodas out of the fridge.&nbsp; He handed one to Michael and perched on a wooden stool that he'd dragged away from the half-wall that divided the tiny kitchen from the rest of the apartment.&nbsp; Other than the computer desk in the far corner, there was a battered couch taking up the other narrow wall with a table made out of milk crates and two-by-fours in front of it, and a hallway that led back towards the bedroom and bathroom.<br><br>"So - um - where have you been -" he gestured at the bandages.&nbsp; "recuperating?"&nbsp; It looked like a reasonably professional job, so he imagined that Michael had managed to see a doctor - maybe he'd even gone home to family or something...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 09:49:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Having anything in his stomach, even a carbonated drink would at least help the echoes until the pizza was finished, but he forced himself not to just tear the ring pull off and down the whole thing. That wouldn't be very like him, now would it? He simply took a small sip and adjusted, leaning his aching body back.<br><br>"That closet you found me in was all the home I had. Pretty sad, huh?" he smirked, betraying the smallest hint of melancholy, the reality of his situation showing through clearly enough to Ian. "I didn't exactly have family or friends anywhere nearby... its been the hospital, the shelter, and now, here..."<br><br>He reached into his pocket and pulled it inside out, revealing it was empty. "I don't even exist, really. Master took everything from me years ago. ID, papers, bank account... everything. It made the doctors kind of weird. They <em>insist</em> on that kind of thing, hehe"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 15:35:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Geez..." Ian breathed.&nbsp; "But - there's gotta be records <em>somewhere</em> - all you have to do is find them."&nbsp; It was a naive assessment, perhaps, and didn't address the fact that it would take time to track down the lost information.&nbsp; Still, that nagging sense of responsibility compelled Ian to offer a bit more than just the meal.<br><br>"You know - you're welcome to stay here.&nbsp; There's no sense in going back to the shelter if you don't have to."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 16:09:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked, noticeably relieved. "I was hoping you'd say that..."<br><br>The pizza didn't last long, and Michael felt much better with some warm food in his body. His thoughts went to a warm bath, but that obviously wasn't an option... he'd look over at the couch, and he noted how much comfier it looked after a few nights at the shelter. The look he gave it was almost longing, though it was only there a few seconds, just enought for Ian to catch on, but gone before he could really tell if it had happened.<br><br>That was starting to sum up all of their interactions, it seemed.<br><br>"You'll be away all tomorrow?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 20:34:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not <em>all</em> day - I've got classes until 2:30, then work at the bookstore until 5.&nbsp; I'll be home in time to make dinner, but there's some canned stuff in the cupboards..."&nbsp; He was already rummaging around the apartment, finding extra sheets and pillows.&nbsp; He'd never been too concerned about getting a roommate - he typically was able to get by - but now he was glad he hadn't actively <em>looked</em> for one before.<br><br>Explaining this would have been <em>very</em> awkward.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 11:44:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your sure your okay leaving me here? I could hock that TV" he grinned, the thought of him lifting it and making off with it just as impractical as it was unlikely. Michael didn't look like he was capable of unkind thought...<br><br>"Well, since Master never gave me any other clothes... mind if I use your washing machine?" he had pulled his shirt up over his head already, showing his bruised and bandaged chest, the bundle under his good arm. He smirked, knowing that he'd immediately peek Ian's interest, but determined to ease it out.<br><br>"These things really need a wash..." he muttered as he thumbled the buckle of his belt off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 15:28:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian couldn't repress a smile at Michael's mock threat.&nbsp; "If you could get more than twenty bucks for that thing, I'd be surprised," he said.&nbsp; "Everyone's going for the flat-screens except for broke college students."<br><br>Then, the glint of the buckle caught his eye.&nbsp; Sympathy for Michael's injuries warred with the disconcerting memory of how he had met the blond.<br><br>"Uh - yeah - Let me get my bag.&nbsp; The laundry room's in the basement.&nbsp; Might as well make it a full load, right?"&nbsp; He disappeared into the bedroom for a moment before coming back with a green bathrobe and a gray duffel bag about half-full of his own laundry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 17:32:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He raised his eyebrow, but made no comment and accepted the robe, shrugging it into place and pushing his pants down, tying the sash loosely and bending mechanically to retrieve them. This would take a little more work then he thought... such a sweet boy, Ian was. Did he even realize how Michael was temping him? <br><br>His first thought was to gently stop him from leaving for the basement and get to his knees. If he bent down on only one, slowly, it didn't hurt, but he felt compelled to see how this would play out... and he was definitely catching the odd little peek from Ian!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:57:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Here, let me get that," Ian said, reaching for the garment at the same time.&nbsp; As he did, he got a good look down the front of the robe.&nbsp; "It - won't take me long," he said, swallowing hard.&nbsp; <em>Why</em> did the image of Michael sitting on his lap have to leap into his mind right now?<br><br>And it wasn't as though he could really use the laundry room as an escape - nobody could actually sit and wait for their laundry without looking creepy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 10:13:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian's ill-timed imaginings were not lost on the now smirking Michael. As the flushed boy made off for the basement, Michael took the chance to survey his surroundings properly. He couldn't help a small chuckle at Ian's makeshift table, wondering if all college students went for such decor. The couch, however... after so long in a closet, and then on a shelters paper thin mattress, it looked positively extravagant. <br><br>He trusted that eventually he'd be sharing bed space with Ian, but for now, the couch looked far too inviting. Carefully, he lowered himself down onto it, ever mindful of which ways were safe to move, and which would pain him. He winced as he let himself ease back, stretching out to enjoy the soft cushions underneath him, almost purring.<br><br>He gave his sash a tug so it came unfastened, but left it like that, knowing that Ian would get another maddenly brief peek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 18:18:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian wasn't gone too long.&nbsp; There was a short wait for one of the machines, but about ten minutes later, he was walking through the apartment door again.&nbsp; The trip downstairs had helped him regain his composure, and he was able to smile when he saw Michael had made himself at home.<br><br>The smile froze briefly as he realized exactly <em>how</em> comfortable Michael had made himself, and he mentally shook himself.&nbsp; <em>Come on - we're both guys.&nbsp; It's not like he's got anything I don't...</em>&nbsp; It was a logical attempt, but it didn't quite manage to completely silence those thoughts.<br><br>"Is that going to be alright for you?" he asked, gesturing at the small stack of folded blankets.&nbsp; He had a feeling that his own sleep wouldn't be at all easy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 08:59:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've slept on worse... as you've seen" he gave another stretch, back arching up, leaving his chest and waist completely exposed, though he had spoken quite casually, like the fact an abusive Master had kept him bound in a closet was just a casual conversation point.<br><br>"Those shelter beds are pretty thin"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 07:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah - guess I didn't think of that," Ian said, shoving his fingers back through his hair.&nbsp; He didn't entertain guests often, beyond the rare connecting before heading out to a movie and the even rarer date.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well - if you'd like, I've got some DVDs, or I can stream something through my computer.&nbsp; I don't have cable, but that's probably the reason I was actually able to get this place."&nbsp; Watching TV seemed a little lame, and it would mean he'd be sitting on the couch next to a barely-clothed Michael.<br><br><em>Which isn't exactly a </em>bad<em> thing...</em> whispered a little voice in his mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 20:47:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"...your nervous, huh?" It wasn't a question. Micheal smirked up at him and stretched his leg out enough to push the boy with his foot, playfully nudging him while he sat so precariously on the chairs arm. "Don't be... your cute enough as is"<br><br>Smiling, he closed his eyes and left his foot propped on Ian's lap, the contact somewhat comforting. "I agreed to it, ya know... being with Master, I mean" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 21:57:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"<em>All</em> of it?" Ian asked.&nbsp; "The closet and everything?"&nbsp; He looked over Michael's bandages before looking the other boy in the eyes.&nbsp; "I don't think I could <em>ever</em> treat someone like that.&nbsp; Nobody deserves to be treated like that."<br><br><em>Even a pet puppy.&nbsp; That's what this guy called him - a puppy.</em>&nbsp; The memory brought images with it:&nbsp; the collar he'd seen Michael wearing, a leash dangling down to his waist, a shadowy figure tousling Michael's hair...&nbsp; He couldn't help a certain curiosity about what else had gone on there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 19:31:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It went on too far, and too long... I enjoyed it a while, but he was a possessive man. I enjoyed it once, but I knew I may grow past it. I thought he'd understand. Well, its unimportant. I only wish I had stood up to him sooner"<br><br>Just as casually as he had spoken, he extended his good foot to rub Ian between his legs, toes rubbing up and down his thigh. There was a certain devilish quality to the boy, subtle but not at all undetectable... the square bandage that covered his eye, the cast, slinged arm on his naked chest, all disregarded if his blank, content expression was to be believed. The more time Ian spent with him, the more apparant this boys less then innocent side became... it wouldn't be hard to believe that he had asked to be collared.<br><br>"Did you like being molested by a man?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 15:23:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's not like we had a choice in the matter," Ian said, looking away.&nbsp; "I didn't want you to get hurt - not that <em>that</em> worked very well."&nbsp; The truth was, since that encounter, he'd had more than a few potential dates go south because of sudden flashbacks.&nbsp; &nbsp;He glanced back at the foot on his lap.&nbsp; It had been an innocent enough contact at first, but it was getting more suggestive, and he was torn between shifting so that he was more comfortable or shifting so that Michael couldn't see exactly how well he was responding to this 'molestation'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 11:38:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He didn't speak, simply rubbing at him with the experienced ease of someone who had done this many times previous. He curled his toes so the lump that was his shaft would slide between his large and second toe, the rest curled about him, the palm of the foot pressed firmly against the side. It seemed his injuries weren't hampering him in lifting that particular leg the way he was. It certainly didn't seem strained, like someone would be from lifting a leg and motioning like this for a few moments. He must have had a lot of practice.<br><br>"Your hard..." he smirked, slipping his foot under it to nudge his erection toward his belt line, massaging the underside and coaxing his body to relax back at the same time. He showed no shame or embarassment, only passively observing, as if he were gaging his reactions, perceptively learning how best to proceed. Ian would swear that he was improving as the seconds passed... it was no longer just an awkward tip toeing. Ian couldn't ignore this.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 16:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian swallowed hard.&nbsp; Michael was only speaking the truth, but it was a truth that Ian was trying to deny to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>"You - you don't have to do that," he said thickly.&nbsp; "I'm not like him."&nbsp; Even thinking about that first encounter made him remember how it had felt, though.&nbsp; He couldn't help thinking about the way Michael had felt against him, lean and hard instead of soft and curved.&nbsp; A shiver ran through him, and he was sure that his new roommate had to notice it.<br><br>"I'm not going to make you do anything like that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 05:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I need to pay my rent somehow..." getting his toe under the button, he flicked it open and then hooked his toes over the waistline. He couldn't unzip him without sitting, so instead he simply dragged his pants down. It might have made it a bit tight, but eventually they glided past his bulge and his erection sprung out. He pushed it up against Ian's stomach, the soft underside of his foot resuming its firm, slow rubbing.<br><br>"Besides, your liking this..." watching him intently, his foot began to move much faster. He doubted he could get him all the way off like this... but it was cute, how he was reacting. He was curious at how much he could take before he lifted his legs up and took him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 20:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian couldn't deny that - not with the evidence poking him in the stomach every time Michael slid his foot up.&nbsp; "You're hurt, though," he argued weakly.&nbsp; "Didn't your doctor tell you to avoid straining yourself?"<br><br><em>He wouldn't </em>need<em> to strain himself if he was on his back, though,</em> came the quiet urging from that part of him that really <em>had</em> enjoyed all of it.&nbsp; <em>He could lay back and take it easy...</em><br><br>"I shouldn't make you work when you need to get better."&nbsp; The protest sounded feeble even to Ian's own ears.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 21:50:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, this legs fine..." while he was certainly enjoying watching Ian's feeble resistance, he had grown hard himself, bandaged chest raising and falling faster then it had been before, cheeks tinting pink and a lump forming in his throat. Years of service to his previous Master were hard to shake off, however... for the moment, his own pleasure was unimportant.<br><br>He chuckled at Ian's last comment, both amused at his continued, yet weakening avoidance of his advances, and somewhat touched at the genuine concern that lay beneath it all. "Your a sweety..." he sat up on the one elbow that wasn't slung in a cast, leaning the other shoulding into the couch, wincing as he did so, brow creased from the strain it brought, though he didn't complain.<br><br>"Ngg... bring it closer..." even this small amount of direction felt strange to voice, but he knew Ian would need it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 09:21:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on, don't hurt yourself," Ian said, and he <em>did</em> get closer, until he was half-leaning over Michael.&nbsp; He felt the faint brush of soft skin, and looked down to see that his erection was bobbing just above Michael's thigh, occasionally tapping lightly against it.<br><br><em>You </em>did<em> like it, and you want it again,</em> it said.&nbsp; He could just glimpse how the robe Michael was wearing barely concealed the other boy's arousal.<br><br><em>And he wants it, too.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 10:18:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was awkward at first, allocating couch space to the both of them without paining his injuries. He bent his back and used his good foot to dig a heel into the couches arm, pushing back enough to give him some room, though the wince this simple shove gave him was impossible to hide when they were so close. He smiled reassuringly up at him, looking every bit the Cheshire Cat. The placid, yet deviant smirk that Ian had come to know so well in their short time together would open up to him, allowing him to gauge the mysterious boys moods and intentions, yet it remained a slight conundrum. Would this aloof boy ever be an open book to him? Perhaps to his former Master, but he rather liked this change of pace. It brought a playfulness out of him he hadn't felt in over a year.<br><br>"Mmm, I've missed this..." as soon as he had come into reach, his one unbounded arm stretched, white fingers tracing down the fabric of his shirt and to his unbuckled waist, grasping his length in a sure grip. He didn't know if Ian had ever tried to masturbate inverted before, with the back of his hand facing his stomach, but he would soon know, simply by his reactions. A part of him was hoping that this would be new and surpising for him... he found Ian's ignorance refreshing, yet his curious, innocent nature addictive. No... enthralling was a better word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 18:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't a posture Ian normally took on his own, although he'd had a hand-job once or twice before.&nbsp; It was always different from masturbation, partly because of the different pressure of a thumb against the underside of his shaft, and partly from the fact that another person's touch was always unpredictable.&nbsp; <br><br>Michael was even more unpredictable than most.<br><br>"You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," he said hoarsely, realizing as he did so that this probably wouldn't deter Michael.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 02:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thats the point..." increasing his grip, his elbow would work like a well greased piston, eyes flashing with mingled deviance and affection as he scanned his face, as if he could judge his 'time to detonation' down to the second. Just as Ian would feel the familiar sensation of release building up in him, he would also find Michaels pale lips on his own. It was certainly an awkward position, as he only had one free arm, and that was occupied, leaving no appendage to hold himself up off of the couch. Straining his back to keep from relaxing and flopping backwards, and lodging his bandaged shoulder gently into the back of the couch helped, and the wince of pain that this brought on was thankfully covered by the suddeness of the kiss, and the gentle moan of longing that followed.<br><br>When finally Ian had finished, Michael eased himself back, gently but secretly grateful for the chance to relax again, panting from his own arousal but looking quite satisfied all the same. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 08:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmff!"&nbsp; Ian was wide-eyed through the kiss, and then keenly aware of the fact that he had climaxed at the same time.&nbsp; When Michael broke away, he stared for a long moment at the sticky streaks that now marked both of them.<br><br>"Oh, fuck," he gasped, dashing off to retrieve a washcloth to clean them both off - and finding himself swirling that soft, wet cloth around Michael's own arousal.&nbsp; The rational part of his mind told him that it shouldn't be such a big deal.&nbsp; The irrational part was freaking out a little at it.<br><br>And another part was suggesting that it would only be fair to return the favor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 18:08:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew that the boy would be thinking of it, though he honestly didn't mind if he didn't. Right now, he was enjoying simply peaking his curiosity... in fact, he thought this may be a good strategy... he smirked thinking about it, wondering how long it would take to get him to make a move.<br><br>He watched him with a slight rumble to his throat, enjoying the sight and feel of being cleaned by the damp, cool cloth, his hairless groin pulsing once at the attention it was recieving. He had thoughts of doing away with his just formed plan and getting what he wanted now, but honestly, he couldn't see sweet, innocent Ian doing any of those things just yet... he had succame quite easily to being mounted and rubbed off, but he doubted he could get into his mouth or underneath him just yet.<br><br>"Mrrr... so considerate..." Leaning, he placed a gentle kiss on Ian's cheek as he was distracted, the much tamer, sweeter smile as genuine as the predatory leer he had been wearing before. He knew the sudden sweet gesture would have his cheeks flushed and his dreams that night confused and fevered.<br><br>"Your sure I can stay on the couch? I don't want to be a burden on you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 22:49:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh - it's no problem at all!"&nbsp; Ian said quickly.&nbsp; "It's actually probably a good idea for me to - be a little more social.&nbsp; Besides, I couldn't just kick you out on the streets like that.&nbsp; Not without knowing you had someplace to go."<br><br>Truth be told, he felt a little guilty about Michael's condition.&nbsp; If only he'd done something <em>that day</em>, maybe the other boy would have gotten the help he needed instead of getting beaten up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 14:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well... if you need another 'payment'..." he stretched once more, his one good arm tensing at his side, skinny back twitching upwards and then relaxing. "I'm always up for it" Winking at him, he blew a strand of wispy blonde hair from his face, resettling partially over his white patch, his better knee lifted up slight, bent and leaning against the back of the couch, half harness draped over his stomach.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 17:15:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um - that's okay," Ian replied quickly.&nbsp; To him, that sounded too close to what Michael's abuser had done.<br><br>"Listen - I'm going to get ready for bed.&nbsp; If you need anything, just let me know."&nbsp; Bed - not sleep.&nbsp; As he headed for his room, Ian could already tell that he'd be awake for hours that night.&nbsp; By the time he had gotten to the bathroom and started his shower, his mind was already wandering back to what he'd just seen.&nbsp; As he washed up, he got flashes of helping Michael clean up after the incident on the couch.<br><br>No, he wasn't going to get to <em>sleep</em> any time soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 01:37:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning would come as quite a pleasant surprise to Ian. When finally he would awake and leave his room, the first sight he would be greeted with was a kitchen full of sweet smelling steam, and the bandaged boy using his one unbound arm to stir a pot of oats. The only clothes he was wearing was a single white apron, tied loosely at the back, giving Ian a clear view of his behind.<br><br>Propped up near the sink was his one crutch, and a paper bag on the counter that smelled sweetly of chocolate. It was immediately obvious what was in it when the rest of the counters contents registered, milk, sugar, eggs, that block of cooking chocolate that had sat so long in Ian's cupboard, the oven orange with warmth... and it seemed like there was another batch laid out on a tray waiting for its turn to bake.<br><br>Hearing the door open, he peeked over his skinny, effeminate shoulder and flicked a stray lock of hair from his face, smiling at him with that now familiar, yet perpetually unreadable smirk. "Good morning Ian"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 15:42:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian scrubbed at his eyes, not sure if he might still be asleep.&nbsp; It didn't help that his dreams had been peppered with images of Michael in the loose bathrobe, as well as the collar that he'd had back at his 'master's' apartment.&nbsp; It really didn't help that he'd woken up with a hard-on and had to lay in bed for a good ten minutes running through the most obscure information from his Tuesday morning science class before it went down.<br><br>Seeing Michael in that short apron, even as plain as it was, put him in real danger of having it come back.<br><br>"Morning..." he said, still stunned.&nbsp; "You - didn't have to do this, you know."&nbsp; He tried to keep his eyes level, but it was a hard-fought battle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 17:44:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm more comfortable working. My Ex-Master kept me busy" He said as he dragged the pot of honeyed oat meal off of the hotplate and onto a cool one. "You could use a good breakfast before work. You were tossing a while last night"<br><br>The bowl he set down on the table for him smelled sweetly of honey, and was soon followed by a mug of coffee. He had had to set them down separately because of his handicap. That morning, he had made an entire pot of oatmeal, kneaded dough and baked cookies all with just one arm, and he was already turning storing the rest in containers with a ladle. No doubt he was also planning to freeze the cookies as well. <br><br>Ian had gotten himself a house maid, it seemed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 21:22:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian couldn't do much more than sit down, and start eating his breakfast.&nbsp; It would be a waste to leave it, and he <em>was</em> hungry.&nbsp; <br><br>"I just don't want you to push yourself too hard," he said as he sipped his coffee.&nbsp; "You've got to give yourself time to heal, too."<br><br>Sitting had put him at an awkward angle as Michael continued to move around the kitchen.&nbsp; Every time the former 'pet' had his back to Ian, he had a mostly unobstructed view of his new roommate's rear end - which only brought back memories of Michael's life before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 14:51:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry, I'll heal" he stated cheerily. For a man in that much bandage, he certainly was in a good mood. This was also the first time that Ian could see Michael's naked back for more then a glimpse. At this point, the few feint purple whip scars were hardly surprising. There was a half a dozen, some so old they were only noticeable if you looked for long enough, while some were so fresh they could have been inflicted after Michael had visited him.<br><br>Peering over his shoulder with a knowing smile, he chuckled light heartedly. "Getting a good look?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 19:00:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not - I mean, it's not like that!" Ian sputtered, blushing hotly.&nbsp; "It's just - I didn't mean to stare, but...&nbsp; This wasn't the first time he's hurt you this bad, is it?" he finally stammered out.&nbsp; He knew there was nothing he could do about those incidents, especially with Michael being 'off the grid', but it distracted him from the fact that he <em>had</em> been looking, and not specifically at the injuries.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 04:34:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"This badly?" He shrugged and returned to his one handed dough rolling, taking a handful of shattered cooking chocolate from a bowl and pushing his grazed fist into the white lump, using his palm to press it closed and then flipping it to start kneading again.<br><br>"This is the only time. He wouldn't hurt me like this while he still had a use for me"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 17:14:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"A - use - for you."&nbsp; Ian raised an eyebrow, looking from his oatmeal to the baking cookies, to Michael still managing to knead dough.&nbsp; Even the part of him that was most uncomfortable with the situation had a hard time dismissing Michael as not being 'useful'.<br><br>"Well, you're not going to have to worry about anything like that happening again," he said after the pause.&nbsp; "So I don't want you feeling like you 'have' to do - all this."&nbsp; He gestured at the domestic chaos of the kitchen with a slight smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 17:28:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, shoulders hunching slightly, getting used to the boys behaviour and acts of concern, so unlike what he was used to. "As I said, I'm more comfortable when contributing. Don't go worrying for me. I'll have this place spotless by the time you get home"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 23:40:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well - just don't put things away <em>too</em> good," Ian said, realizing that he wasn't going to dissuade Michael.&nbsp; "I might never find them again."<br><br>He finished off his breakfast and grabbed what he needed for the day - a couple text books and his name badge for the bookstore.&nbsp; As he left the apartment, he had the same uneasy feeling that he used to get when his mother would clean his room at home.&nbsp; Was there anything he'd left out that could make for an awkward moment later?&nbsp; <br><br>He was pretty sure that he'd stuffed any incriminating magazines under his mattress - or were they just under the pillow?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 19:56:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For the next week, life in Ian's apartment was as Michael said. Breakfast awaited him, along with a packed lunch for work, and his home was cleaner then it had been in recent memory. It seemed that Michael was trying to simply lodge himself neatly into the environment, an unquestioned element of the household that Ian would grow accustomed to. And it was certainly working, enough so that Michael's perpetual nudity was easier to deal with.<br><br>Michael was a picture of good spirits, care free and always smiling, yet retaining his intriguingly mysterious nature. Strange for someone who had just been beaten, disowned and hauled onto the streets. He was a closed book, though it was abundantly clear that opening him would be quite easy, and most importantly, at Ian's discretion. <br><br>He was healing well, enough so to make moving around easier, though any kind of injury that needed a cast was not something that would stop paining him in a week. His bruises, however, were past the brink and could only fade now, and many of the smaller injuries pained him far less. Movement would hurt for a while more, but not nearly as much. <br><br>It would be immediately clear to Ian when he came home from work on the seventh day that Michael had finally gotten around to cleaning his room. He had gotten to every room in the apartment but left that until last, almost as if he had been maneuvering around it, leaving it until last. <br><br>Draped over the couch was Michael in the most clothes that Ian had seen him in recently, a simple gray shirt and some underwear from Ian's room. They looked crisp and clean, and if they had been washed and ironed out, it was a sure bet that all of Ian's other clothes had been similarly treated, and were folded away in his pristine room. But the clean clothes, and the open door that clearly showed a maid bed and ordered and tidy shelves wouldn't be what gave it away...<br><br>...it would be one of Ian's porn magazines, which Michael had propped on one knee, reading it quite casually. He looked unimpressed, but interested, likely because the pages only featured women.<br><br>"Welcome home Ian" He chimed as he thumbed the glossy page over, eyes scanning the new images. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>30-05-2010, 06:10:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian was gradually getting used to the new routine.&nbsp; Even Michael's usual style of - well - <em>un</em>dress was starting to feel almost normal.&nbsp; It had not gotten easier on Ian's dreams, however.&nbsp; There had been a couple nights where he had woken up from a dream about Michael.&nbsp; Nothing had ever <em>happened</em> in those dreams but he still felt as though something <em>might</em> have.&nbsp; <br><br>He spent quite a bit of time after those dreams with the very magazine that Michael was currently holding.<br><br>"Um - hi..." he said, feeling a little guilty as he recalled those incidents.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 11:38:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Dinner's in the fridge, apartments clean, clothes are done... it look's like I've ran out of things to occupy myself with"<br><br>The glint in his eye should have unnerved Ian if he picked up on it. The hungry leer that Michael wore was aimed right at him, eyes seeming to pierce right through him. It was an effort not to lick his lips. <br><br><em>I'll get him tonight...</em> He thought to himself. <em>He's got until Midnight to do it himself, or I'll just have to jump him. Best put on a show until then. He'll need some tempting...</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:15:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh - um - there - should have been a bookcase in my room," he stammered out.&nbsp; There was a picture on the cover of the magazine of a woman in skimpy underwear, looking enticingly over her shoulder.&nbsp; Ian was having difficulty deciding what <em>not</em> to look at, since looking at Michael woke just as many confusing feelings as the picture did.<br><br>Actually, he could at least <em>explain</em> his reactions to the picture, but he was sure it wasn't the best kind of reaction to have right <em>now</em>.<br><br>"So - um - dinner," he said, turning towards the tiny kitchen, mostly to conceal those very reactions.&nbsp; "Have you eaten yet?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 21:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Could he really wait that long? He had resolved hours ago to tempt him tonight, but he hadn't really paid much mind to a time limit. Midnight was just such an easy deadline to set. Watching the boy turn to hide his arousal only displayed another part of him that Michael sorely wanted, and his eyes never left those hips until he was in the kitchen and out of sight.<br><br>He wasn't used to such freedom, having spent so much time with such a strict Master. Making actual choices was something he was slowly getting the hang of again, and the idea of going into the kitchen and taking him on the counter right there felt deliciously liberating... but then again, tempting him was just as alluring, it was simply a different flavor.<br><br>Oh, what to do...<br><br>"Ian..." he closed the magazine and then carefully shifted to sit up, using the crutch that lay against the arm of the couch to pull himself up onto his feet. He seemed to keep it with him just to take a little weight off, but he could walk unassisted now.<br><br>"I can't get my casts wet... do you think you could help me wash?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 02:49:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," Ian said without even thinking about the fact that during the whole week that Michael had been there, he hadn't asked for this kind of assistance.&nbsp; Of course, there was that one part of him that didn't want to deal with that sort of logic.<br><br>"You want to do that now?" he asked, already halfway back into the living room to assist.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 17:40:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Whenever your ready" If he had had a tail, it would have swished upwards behind him as he slipped off to bathroom, his calm and content manner of exit so like a cat that was herding it's owner to the kitchen to feed it. Actually, that analogy was more appropriate then it should have been.<br><br>Michael hadn't gone this whole time without a wash... the very thought made his skin crawl. He had dragged a wet sponge over himself at times, but he could only do so much on his own. He needed someone else to help, or soon, the areas near his casts would begin to turn green.<br><br>He would be sitting on the plastic stool in the small bathroom, naked as expected, waiting for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 09:46:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian showed up a minute or two later.&nbsp; He'd looked longingly at the kitchen, but with Michael already waiting in the bathroom, there wasn't much choice, was there?&nbsp; At least, that was the argument that the little whispers in his head used to rationalize things.<br><br>He was still trying to will his groin to stop making <em>its</em> opinion so - public, when he edged into the bathroom.&nbsp; It was little more than a shower, sink and toilet, so it was fairly close quarters when two people were trying to fit in it.<br><br>"So - where do you want me to scrub?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 20:18:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My backs hardest to reach... anything I can't do with my left arm" He relaxed further, leaning back slightly and peering back up at him, trying to gauge how he was feeling. Would he make the first move? Or would Michael have to spell it out for him soon...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 09:08:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay."&nbsp; Ian was a bit relieved.&nbsp; Washing Michael's back would put him behind the other - out of view.&nbsp; He started running warm water, and soaped up a washcloth.<br><br>He started washing the right side of Michael's back, trying to be careful when he got near any of the still-visible injuries.&nbsp; All the while, he couldn't help noticing how - other than the fading bruises - Michael's body was as smooth and inviting as a girl's.<br><br><em>That</em> didn't help his conundrum at all.&nbsp; As he leaned forward to start washing the right side of Michael's chest - still sitting behind his new roommate - he realized that his position now did nothing to conceal the fact that the 'invitation' was being well received.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 19:39:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes closed like a pampered cat, he let out a long exhale, his back rising as he drew in, shoulders tightening and then relaxing, going limp. "Mmm..."<br><br><em>Well, I'm being pretty obvious... Ian may be a bit too much of a gentlemen to take the initiative. Maybe if I weren't so brittle at the moment, he would have tried something. Hmmm...</em><br><br>"Ian... why haven't you fucked me yet?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:20:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Good question,</em> Ian thought, dropping his hand to Michael's lap as he realized that he'd actually been considering it.&nbsp; "I'm - I'm not like <em>him</em>," he said.&nbsp; "He - <em>forced</em> you to have sex with me before.&nbsp; I'm not going to make you do things, just so you can keep a roof over your head.&nbsp; You don't have to - <em>live</em> like that any more."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-07-2010, 22:32:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Reaching his good arm up, he cupped the back of his head, craning his neck around to look up at him, his mouth hover an inch from Ian's, a slight pinkish shade in his cheeks the only thing that betrayed his otherwise unreadable expression.<br><br>"You can't force me if it's something I want. And I want it... bad" He breathed the last word into Ian's mouth, and then shamelessly pressed his lips to his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:24:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmf?"&nbsp; Any coherent response that Ian might have made was quite literally swallowed for a while.&nbsp; He didn't shy away from the kiss, though.&nbsp; In fact, he found himself returning it with quite a bit of enthusiasm.&nbsp; When he pulled away, his fingers were gripping Michael's shoulders firmly, as if he was afraid the other young man would somehow disappear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>04-07-2010, 07:42:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				How he wished his arm were not in a cast... there was so much of him he wanted to blindly reach out for, and yet his one arm was devoted to the bent over, spooning kiss. The feeling of Ian's hands taking a better hold of him was reassuring and oh so arousing, the first advance made on him that he hadn't had to ask for. Well, technically, everything that was happening right now had been something he had had to ask for... but Ian seemed to be pushing on himself.<br><br>Michael knew how straight men thought, when they became bi-curious. He refused to deal with the ones that rejected it, but Ian's particular flavour of curious was a narcotic to him, something he had had far too few times. He knew that Ian's dreams and waking reveries were filled with images of him, and that his small advances now were being driven by those pent up feelings. He loved it... he revelled in the fact that he had driven this boy to wanting this.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 07:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't want to hurt you," Ian said softly.&nbsp; "I don't want to be like him."&nbsp; He hadn't released his hold - hadn't rejected the fact that he'd just kissed another man - or the fact that he had gotten incredibly turned on by it.&nbsp; It was impossible to pretend that Michael might not feel the distinct lump that was fitting so nicely against his backside.<br><br>"I want to do it the right way - there is a 'right way', isn't there?"&nbsp; He surprised himself by admitting it out loud, but it was the truth.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 12:47:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mff... your infuriatingly sweet, ya know that?" He stood, and placed his one good hand against the ceramic counter of the sink, bending as best he could, looking back over his bandaged shoulder at him with an inviting smile. He was done talking. He was offering himself, plainly and bluntly, and he'd take no stalling, no matter how cute or good natured they were.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 20:11:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian swallowed hard, and the tent in his shorts jumped visibly.&nbsp; <br><br><em>He's done this before.&nbsp; </em>I've<em> done this before,</em> he thought as he stood up and carefully pushed the waistband of his pants out of the way.&nbsp; He tried to remember what happened their first time, and those memories were mixing weirdly with his experiences with women.<br><br><em>He's not a girl,</em> Ian reminded himself as he got right behind Michael and looked down at how their bodies fit together.&nbsp; With one hand, he reached down to his own cock, angling it between Michael's legs so that the upper curve of it slid along the other's sac.<br><br>"I mean it, you know," he said, his voice husky as he felt the friction between their two shafts, at least for a couple inches.&nbsp; "Last time -" but he didn't want to think about last time.&nbsp; Hell, he didn't want to <em>think</em> much at all at the moment.&nbsp; Impulse made him start a slow rocking that rubbed both of their shafts together.<br><br>"I don't want to fuck it up," he admitted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:16:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You won't... put it in" He whispered, raising his rear at the prodding, inviting him to push on, the look that he shot over his shoulder of well contained lust, like a lioness waiting to be mounted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 03:50:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With that, Ian realized that maybe he actually had more experience in something than Michael did.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's - what you're used to?" he asked, reaching around and down to stroke the former 'pet'.&nbsp; "Someone just - hopping on and getting off?"&nbsp; Unfortunately, his choice of words send another needy twitch through his own body, and he realized he might have to work up to anything too involved.<br><br>He slid back, able to actually see what was going on this time.&nbsp; He lined himself up and started to press in.&nbsp; It wasn't <em>as</em> strange this time, but there was something even more exciting about seeing and feeling the head of his cock penetrating Michael's entrance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 04:30:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He sighed gently, first at the boys small attempt at teasing him, and then his breath hitched as the head popped in. He held his breath a moment, letting it out slowly, having missed the sensation. He had washed that day, long and well, and he was used to penetration without any kind of lubricant, so the clean shower water and Ian's gentle movement wouldn't hurt him... he knew that Ian would worry for him regardless, but he was counting on his body language to reassure him.<br><br>"Mrrr, exactly what I'm used too"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 05:26:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian had paused at the first jolt - not entirely because of Michael's gasp.&nbsp; He <em>really</em> didn't want to embarrass himself by shooting off too soon.&nbsp; That had happened with a girl once, and he'd never been able to live it down.&nbsp; With both hands now on Michael's hips, he started easing deeper, feeling tight heat start to wrap around him.&nbsp; <br><br>He had to pull back every so often, but now that he'd set his mind to it, Ian was determined to follow through.&nbsp; Each time that he pushed back in, he got a little farther.&nbsp; Eventually, he found his thighs pressing right up against Michael's.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:23:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning, Michael pushed up onto his toes, not certain if he wanted to savour the boys cautious approach, or beg to be taken like an animal. Though, the latter was probably not something he was ready for, and if Ian hurt him, he would never forgive himself. Besides, he had seen enough rough treatment... strangely, he was craving a gentle touch, like Ian could provide. How could he become so helplessly addicted to this sweet boys nature?<br><br>There was comfort in submission, for him. He had spent so long being under another man's will, and returning to this familiar surrender, with someone he trusted, had all his senses buzzing. He had forgotten what it was like to be taken by a lover. His 'Master' had long since stopped being one.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 01:14:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian let out a shuddering sigh as he got himself under control.&nbsp; He was okay - he wasn't going to mess this up.&nbsp; One of his arms curled around Michael's body as he started to move again.&nbsp; It was still very obvious that he wasn't <em>quite</em> sure what he was doing, especially when his fingers splayed flat across the other's chest before fumbling downward.&nbsp; <br><br>He tried to cover it by pulling Michael back against him.&nbsp; When they'd had sex before, it had been something to simply 'get done' - almost clinical in how Michael had simply gotten on top of him.&nbsp; This time, he wanted to touch his partner - be certain that it wasn't just one of them enjoying it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 11:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael leaned a bit further forward, his unbound arm bracing on the counter, floppy and slightly damp hair brushing the mirror in his face. Looking up, he could watch the reflection, and gave a dirty smirk to Ian's reflection, knowing that watching himself do this would only add to the surreal situation. He wondered if he had ever thought of this before they had met, even briefly, wondered what a man would be like, asked himself the typical juvenile yet honest questions... this mirror would bring any of those long past thoughts back, and Michael was absolutely loving what he was doing to Ian's mind.<br><br>His back tightened and gave a small roll at the feeling of those fingers fumbling down his stomach in search of his member. Michael could orgasm simply from the penetration, but not always... the only reason he had came during their first time was because his Master had denied him for a few days and stimulated him previously. There was no way that he would make it in time for Ian, which he didn't mind, but he certainly didn't protest at all when he tried to reach for him... in fact, he almost purred.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 03:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Like most teens, Ian had explored himself during the awkward days of high school.&nbsp; He knew what felt good to him and rather naively assumed that it would feel good to Michael as well.&nbsp; It was a little unsettling to feel the velvet-hard skin under his fingers, and a completely <em>different</em> set of pressures around his shaft, especially with the knowing look that was coming back at him from the mirror.&nbsp; He found his eyes were locked with Michael's reflection as he started to stroke.<br><br>Almost reflexively, he was making uncertain movements with his hips along with that stroking.&nbsp; It made the motion of his hand seem a little less strange, even though he was thrusting into another person instead of his hand - the very person whose cock he was stroking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 04:27:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The growl that issued from deep in his throat was accompanied by a stretching of his lips, smirk widening, eyes watching Ian's mirror double, only solidifying that feeling that he could see right into him, and knew all that he was feeling at that moment. His body bucked suddenly, eyes screwing shut with a surprised moan, which he had stifled into a stilted little whimper. Ian had jabbed himself up against his prostate, and sent a kick through his body. <br><br>Splaying his fingers out on the wet glass, he let his head hang, groaning and gasping, not caring that he was making this much noise. It felt so wonderful, and he kind of liked the idea of Ian's embarrassment... this new room mate appears, and then the neighbours hear banging and an unfamiliar male voice in the throws of pleasure... yes, he liked this. Maybe Ian enjoyed it too... maybe there was a dominant streak somewhere in that innocent mind that he was tempting out.<br><br>"Oh fuck, fuck... ahh, Ian!" Once again, a shudder ran through his body, whiplashing and causing him to buck and shudder, cock pulsing in his hand, rear tightening around him as he came into the sink. He lay with his forehead against the glass, fringe limp from sweat, body hot and heaving.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 09:41:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The neighbors were the farthest thing from Ian's mind at the moment.&nbsp; Michael's eyes boring straight into his were enough to give him that 'deer in the headlights' look. He'd think of the neighbors later, when the older woman in 3A saw him at his mailbox, or in the grocery store; or when one of the other college students that lived on that floor came into the bookstore to buy their class texts.<br><br>Right now, it was feeling too good to stop.&nbsp; This time, he had the presence of mind to notice how it was different from being with a woman - tighter, not as forgiving, not as slick - but it was still arousing him as much as any other experience he'd had.&nbsp; He heard Michael groaning his name, and that was another difference.&nbsp; Michael's voice wasn't a woman's.&nbsp; He made a strangled sound as he felt that ring get even tighter, interrupting his building climax until that pressure fragmented into pulses.<br><br>When he <em>was</em> able to crash over that edge, it exploded out of him.&nbsp; His arm pulled Michael's hips tight against his as he came, his shaft throbbing almost painfully as a groan of relief echoed through the small bathroom.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 02:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmfff... I can wash myself now... I just wanted to get you in here" He snickered, pushing up on his hand and tossing his damp hair from his face, curling back as best as his stiff back would allow and placing a tender kiss on his cheek, grinning like a cat that had just been fed full cream and left contently to it's basket. He would have to coax him again before the day was out... once had never been enough for him.<br><br>Michael was a bit of a nymphomaniac... something Ian would learn quickly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 08:27:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian left the bathroom, his head reeling.&nbsp; Michael had <em>tricked</em> him?&nbsp; He'd convinced Ian to follow him in there and...<br><br>No.&nbsp; That wasn't entirely right.&nbsp; Ian had followed him in there under the assumption that it was for help in bathing, but if he hadn't had at least a <em>little</em> inclination, he wouldn't have gotten hard.&nbsp; He'd never gotten hard in the locker room in gym class, but none of the guys in there had been anything like Michael.&nbsp; They'd been larger, more muscular, coarser...<br><br>He tried to turn his attention towards dinner, but his concentration was shot.&nbsp; He ended up pulling a 'family size' meal from the freezer and putting it into the microwave.&nbsp; <em>That'll be enough for the two of us,</em> he thought, even if it did take him three tries to get the time set properly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 02:41:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael felt no shame, humming contentedly with a new glow to his skin as he strutted out of the bathroom completely nude. Seems all he needed was some casual sex, as he was practically radiant, with a slightly devious glint in his eyes, even more prone to smirking then he had been before. He kept watching Ian, leaning back against the table as he was preparing their dinner, as if he were both savouring the aftermath of their last union, and eyeing him up for a second.<br><br>He was quite clearly erect, as well, his ten inches standing proudly, making no attempt to hide it... had a proverbial Pandora's Box been opened in Ian's apartment?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 00:03:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian nearly dropped the spatula when he turned around and saw Michael like that.&nbsp; He had talked his way through the fact that - yes, he had enjoyed it, and no, there was nothing <em>wrong</em> with liking it, but Michael's casual nudity, and even more casual arousal was something he was still having troubles getting used to.<br><br>"I - ah - hope you don't mind, but I - didn't do up anything complicated tonight."&nbsp; He'd gotten a little better about preparing fresh food, now that it was two people instead of one, but with the trouble he'd had just using the microwave, he figured anything <em>more</em> involved would have been an utter disaster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 11:58:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mrrr... dinner can wait. I'm ready for seconds" Pandora's Box had indeed been opened, and Michael was shameless in his need. He had been crazy with desire for days, and was infamously hard to satisfy. By the time he was done with Ian, he would be a nympho like him.<br><br>He stepped forward, and carefully lowered down to his one good knee, a motion that was far too arthritic for his tastes. He loved giving oral, and Master had made sure his knee's received plenty of exercise. He looked up at him through his lashes, giving him that predatory expression that he would know by now, licking his lips. <br><br>"Get those pants down baby... I want it"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 08:21:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian was shocked.&nbsp; "Look - I told you.&nbsp; You don't need to do that sort of thing.&nbsp; I'm not any kind of 'master' or anything like that.&nbsp; You're free of that life now."&nbsp; It had nothing to do with the fact that Michael was a guy.&nbsp; He tried replaying the same scene with a hot cheerleader, and realized that he would be having the same reaction - utter surprise at the other being ready for another go so <em>quickly</em> after what they'd done in the bathroom.<br><br>"It - It'll get cold...&nbsp; And it's not like either one of us is going anywhere tonight."&nbsp; He wasn't sure why he'd added that last part, but it was also true.&nbsp; He had no reason to leave the apartment until his next work-shift at the bookstore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 03:58:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?" He flashed a look up at him, smirking, slowly pulling away his pants with his teeth, letting him see in all it's detail. He let the elastic go, sighing a breath in. "Your saying you'd like to fuck me again later? Mrrr... you're already getting hard though... and I'm craving cock..."<br><br>He started to lap at the growing bulge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 09:02:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's observations were dead on.&nbsp; Something about seeing the young man naked and on his knees tugged at Ian's libido, even if the bandages tugged at his sympathies.&nbsp; As soon as the restraining cloth was out of the way, his rising erection bobbed temptingly in front of Michael.&nbsp; Impulsively, he reached down and ran his fingers through his new roommate's hair, not <em>quite</em> guiding him, but in a way that felt like he was trying to reassure the former 'pet'.<br><br><em>It would be so easy to get used to something like this...</em> he thought.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>27-10-2010, 09:47:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael almost purred at the feeling of his hand through his soft hair. He felt weak a moment, as this was something he really loved. He might have liked it if Ian had gripped him in both hands and roughly took his face, but he had had plenty of that, and was still quite in love with Ian's gentle nature. <br><br>Now that some of his own libido had been satisfied, however, he felt like teasing a little... even though he was hard and craving another fuck, he was curious to see how far he could take Ian before he took matters into his own hands.<br><br>He nuzzled at his cock, watching him with a soft, but devious grin. He licked slowly at the underside, kissing the head, taking his time... it would be a few minutes before he took an inch into his mouth, and even that was slow and gentle. A few minutes of this would drive the boy crazy with need...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 09:50:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian let out a soft moan as he felt Michael's lips on his cock.&nbsp; He knew, logically, that Michael's former 'owner' must have taught him how to do this, but he pushed all thoughts of that man out of his mind.&nbsp; He had thrown Michael out, after all.&nbsp; He'd beaten and discarded the younger man without any care about whether or not he survived.&nbsp; His fingers cupped a little more possessively against Michael's scalp, without actually gripping the other's hair.<br><br>Unconsciously, he shifted his position to make it easier for Michael to do what he was doing.&nbsp; He found himself leaning slightly against the counter, taking a wider stance as his hand slid down along Michael's cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 08:06:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was a little surprised, not expecting Ian to hold out so long. His eyes rolled up to regard him curiously, groaning to send his mouth into a powerful thrum, meant to tease sensations out of him rather then get him any closer to an orgasm. <br><br>Come on, he thought... show me you want it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 07:58:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If it hadn't been for the incident in the bathroom, Ian certainly would have been clawing at the edge.&nbsp; As it was, he was holding onto coherency by a thread, when the vibration startled a groan out of him.&nbsp; His head was swimming as instinct took over and he started a cautious thrusting - the last thing he wanted was to choke Michael, but he couldn't help <em>wanting</em> that extra movement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 09:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian slid down his thrown without any resistance, barely even a gag. Michael responded to his forward movement by pushing closer, taking him all the way in, mouth wrapped around the base of his cock. His throat rumbled with a gagged moan, eyes still watching him, holding that one position until his cheeks turned blue. He pulled back quickly, sucking in a breath and grasping him, rubbing fast and firm while he huffed in air, then swallowed him again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 09:54:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ian's fingers twitched as he suddenly felt his entire length engulfed - so, so deeply.&nbsp; He wanted to hold Michael there - to feel that depth for as long as possible - but at the same time, he knew that he had to breathe.&nbsp; His vision blurred for a moment, then he was pulling back, almost to the point of pulling completely out of Michael's mouth.&nbsp; He could even feel the pressure of those soft lips against the base of his crown as he groaned and felt the second climax of the day surge out of him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little Lost Puppy (Sabby and Oniya)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sabby</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 04:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Michael's eyes watched him as his orgasm thundered through him, cheeks gaunt as he sucked on the head, getting every drop he could out of it, the pressure extending his climax as long as it could go.<br><br>Finally letting his erecting pop free of his mouth, he began to clean it, licking it until it would shine, never taking his eyes from him as he did. "I like it when you force me like that... you could've held my head down longer if you wanted"
			</dd>
		</dl>
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