Strung Up Tight
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Sho on 31-12-2008, 22:08:04</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 22:08:04</strong>
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				Jesus, it had been a long day. An early-morning talk show appearance where he had to blab on with the dumb blonde woman, and then the stupid photoshoot for a lotion ad. He sighed, shaking his head, leaning back. He was in his manager's office, and just relaxing. They were on their way to the airport early tomorrow morning, because they were going to jet off somewhere so that he could tour. He loved travelling...after smalltown life as a kid, he had decided he would never go back. The bigger the city, the happier he was.<br><br>His manager's office overlooked Times Square in New York, conviniently facing a billboard with his face plastered all over it.<br><br>It was an ad for gum.<br><br>He smirked, waiting for his manager to come back, laying on the black leather couch, sighing. He was half Japanese and have German by birth. His hair was, today, dyed a gentle toffee color, the gel having collapsed a bit so that it was merely mussed, falling all around his face. He had in pale green contacts to hide the soft brown of his eyes.<br><br>Hair dye and colored contacts allowed him to constantly change the way that he looked, and it kept his fans on their toes, expecting what he might be wearing or looking like.<br><br>His face was just shy of feminine, with a delicate jawline and full lips, eyes almond shaped but not narrow. His lashes were the ones that boys always have and girls always wanted, and he was impossibly leggy. He was built to be famous, or so his mom said. For now, he just felt like he was built to be hungry. He only ate what his manager let him eat, so he was in his office, waiting for the older man to come back.<br><br>At seventeen, he was just the right age to take the hearts of girls.<br><br>He was wearing low-slung black jeans, a bit shredded, and a t-shirt from his last tour that was baggy, draped artfully around his slender frame. He hoped his manager would come into the office soon...he wanted to see him. His manager was the only one that he really trusted, in all actuality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 22:50:14</strong>
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				Ken pressed himself into the elevator, then leaned against the wall and pointedly did not look at the rest of the people inside. He pushed the button that would take him to the top floor, then tried not to breath. The smell of the office workers disgusted him as did the sight of them. The fact that he had a developing migraine did not help the matters at all. Luckily this place had quick elevators and soon enough he could exit. <br><br>He smiled politely when greeted by the receptionist, flashing perfectly white teeth. The only reason why the woman did not swoon was because she had gotten accustomed to his looks already. Ken was damn near perfect, giving even his name an ironic flavor. If they only knew what kind of a fuck up he really was. Years ago it had been more obvious. But then again, years ago he had not been rich. Funny how a make-over and couple of well-picked suits could make people warm up to you. <br><br>Having reached his office, Ken stopped for a moment to fish his keys out of his pocket. However, he discovered that the door was open. Fair enough. Avi must have gotten there before him.<br><br>"Hey there," a familiar voice greeted the young man, as the door closed after Ken. <br><br>In contrast to Avi's rebellious look, Ken was just about perfectly immaculate in his dark teal suit, crisp white shirt and tastefully matching crimson tie. His black hair had been simply styled and he carried his ever-present suitcase. He appeared as pleasant as ever, but Avi could see that something was bothering the older man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 05:36:52</strong>
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				Avi was getting more and more bored waiting for his manager to come in, playing with one of the belt loops on his pants, tugging on the artfully draped chains falling off of the black denim. He touched his earring and then grinned, hearing the keys coming out of Ken's pocket. He was excited to see the older man...afterall, Ken was the only person that he actually was allowed to spend time with.<br><br>He had his flings with women, mostly to keep the tabloids going, but that was just to keep his image up.<br><br>He wasn't actually allowed to get close to someone. <br><br>Once again, excepting Ken, of course.<br><br>"Ken," He hopped off the couch, a soft whine touching his raspy voice. "I'm hungry. What're you gonna feed me? I'm sick of this stupid twenty-point diet, or beach-diet, or whatever the fuck it is." <br><br>He slid over to the desk and sat on it, legs spread, always inviting without meaning to be because that was how he had been raised to act. He had been raised to constantly draw attention to himself. He was supposed to be perfect, flawless, and while he looked it the boy was painfully insecure and allowed Ken to have complete control over him and act as his mirror. <br><br>"Huh..." Avi got up, walking a tight circle around Ken, "What's up? Something's wrong. C'mon, spill. I know that something's up..." He flicked some toffee colored hair out of his now-green eyes, chewing his full bottom lip as was his habit. He craved cigarettes, needed his nicotine, and more than anything else he needed some food.<br><br>He was getting light-headed from not eating, but it was familiar. He knew the feeling because Ken had pushed it onto him many times before, and he wouldn't complain any more until he found out what was going on with Ken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eren</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 22:00:03</strong>
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				Ken stopped. <br><br>He might have been the person who saw the most of Avi, but the youth never failed to amaze him. Beautiful, perfect, seductive...Ken could have written an entire dictionary from the words that came into his mind. His blank look must have been too obvious, because a few moments later Avi got up and came closer. <br><br>"It is nothing," he replied smoothly. "Come, let's go and get some food into you." <br><br>Neglecting to talk about himself was something Ken usually did, but after a lot of pestering he did often simply give in and explain, even if the explanation was usually short and terse. He did not think he needed to burden Avi with his own stupid problems, and he did not want to appear weak, while he was supposed to be supportive one. The guide and the guardian, especially from outside influences. If they only had known that the worst predator was Ken himself...but no. He played his part perfectly. They would never find out. Avi would never find out. <br><br>"I know you don't like the diet, but it's good for you." <br><br>No, it was not. Ken knew that Avi did not get enough to eat, and had a bad smoking habit, but he could not find it in himself to forbid the cigs. Besides, there was something terribly hot about the way Avi smoked them...Ken brushed that thought out of his head before it stopped all other thought processes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 19:31:55</strong>
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				Avi didn't push it. He'd talk to Ken about whatever was bothering him later, when they were out of the office. He looked down at his boots, tapping them against the edge of the desk, reaching out to catch Ken by the sleeve.<br><br>"So where're we going for food, Ken? Or do I have to eat those stupid nutrition bars...?" He sighed.<br><br>He hated nutrition bars.<br><br>Ken always had them in his apartment and it was just about all that Avi was allowed to eat. <br><br>"Can I crash at your place tonight? I don't feel like staying with my mom." Avi was too young to have his own apartment, so he was supposed to stay in the apartment that his hit records had bought for his mother. Not that that happened. He spent almost all of his time with Ken, anyways, so it didn't matter much. He stayed at Ken's apartment when he didn't want to deal with his mother, which was almost all of the time.<br><br>"...C'mon. Take off work early, let's go chill at your place. We can chill together and you can get me some food." And he could press Ken to figure out what was bugging him so much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strung Up Tight</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-01-2009, 14:18:38</strong>
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				[[Just wondering...are you still interested in doing this roleplay?]]
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