Love Attention monthly
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				Title: <strong>Love Attention monthly </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 09:40:26</strong>
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				The cell in which Alan was inside was dirt-covered. Mice ran around nibbling on the only warmth he had which was a small cloth that barely covered his entire body. There was a small leek when it would rain and it would annoy him very much, but on the only bright side, he had the whole cell to himself, the others were sold out. As for his appearance, it was no where near what he looked like in that damn catalog, that was only to make someone interested in him and once the photo was finished it was right back to wearing rags. Short dirty blonde hair could be made out, though it was hard to tell his real hair color, which was actually a very summery glow about his blonde hair, not when in this awful condition. His skin was extremely pale from the lack of being able to go outside, but his beautiful light blue eyes would cause most to not really notice this. The rags we was forced to wear wasn’t much to it, they were torn shorts and a baggy ripped t-shirt, it was hard to tell what colors they had once been for the dirt canceled out whatever the original colors were.<br><br>He sat down against the wall, glaring at the bars of the cell. His life before this was much better…well at least by his standards it was. Alan had basically grown up on the streets, it was hard to get by, but he managed by pick pocketing, a skill that he had mastered. <br><br>Then everything went to hell, it was a very hot day and he didn’t have any money to get water, or food for that matter. It was the kind of day that was too hot to do anything, including pick pocketing, so instead he just sat in the shad, trying to keep cool. That’s when he was found. Shit, if only he knew what would become of him he would have never agreed, but they said those words he longed to hear “come with us and we’ll take care of you.” To him it sounded like he would finally have a family, but when he got into the car he was tied down, gagged and just about everything else no one would ever want to go through. That&nbsp; happened when he was eighteen, now he’s twenty-three and still here. His mind kept wondering off and on about why he didn’t see this coming, but that was what every street kid dreamed of and he didn’t want to pass it up. <br><br>The sound of boots hitting against the concrete floors always angered him, but he was too hungry to want to yell at them. Maybe it was because of that catalog placing his hot-headed temper was the reason behind why he wasn’t yet sold. It was better here than to spend life doing what someone else wanted. The sound got closer, but he figured that it was for others and not himself, only when they stopped at his cell was when he glared up at them, snorting somewhat. “1323 prepare for shipment.” <br><br>“Damnit! I told you before my name is Alan…wait…what did you say?” It was shocking to hear this coming from them…to him. Normally it was the others and he would watch as they went to get cleaned up…. but this was different. It was <em>him</em> that was leaving. Without a word the cell was unlocked and two men came in, pulling him out. “hHey! Knock it off! I can get up myself!” It was then the long part of getting ready for shipment. He was cleaned of all dirt, his hair washed enough to see his true blonde hair, his hair was combed back nicely and his ragged clothing was changed into a suit, his hands were then tired in back of him to keep from fighting back. He was gagged and then he was loaded into a limo, the first time he road in one, but not something he wanted to be doing. <br><br>The drive was long, it took two days to finally make it there. They pulled along side the driveway to a large mansion, Alan felt sick to his stomach. Again no words were uttered as they forced him out of the limo and all the way to the front door, knocking on it loudly and waiting. Alan narrowed his eyes, the day finally came for him and he couldn’t be more pissed off.<br><br>There was some noise within the house and to their surprise the actual owner of the house opened the door. He wasn’t going to let the butler get the door when it was a wonderful gift from him and not the butler, but the moment he laid eyes on the boy, he frowned. “Is this some joke?” Alan only stared back at the old man, not able to say anything to him.<br><br>One of the men there shook his head, “no Sir, you paid for number 1323 and here he is.” The other reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the mail-in form long with a sheet that explained many things about 1323 which he went by his number and it was up to the owners to decide the name. <br><br>Right away he took the form and stared at it, “I-I placed the wrong number! I didn’t want him! I wanted her! 1232!” <br><br>There was silence. Alan was relieved, he thought he’d be able to go back and not have to be some slave to him…but he had no idea about their company policy.<br><br>“Sorry Sir but we can’t do that, company policy. You have to keep him for a week and if he isn’t what you want by then you can return him or trade him in. It’s all in the small print. Good day Sir.” They pushed Alan inside and then walked off, leaving the puzzled father to look over the company policy. This wasn’t right, he’d had to check for loopholes! He couldn’t give his son a man! He pulled him further inside, letting the butler who was right beside the door close it. Roy didn’t even remove the bonds from Alan’s hands or his gag, he was too angry to do much of anything, he had to get him upstairs and into the master bedroom closet before his son sees him. What an awful birthday present he would be!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Attention monthly </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 10:38:52</strong>
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				When Brian had heard the doorbell the male quickly pushed himself off the bed. He didn't want to seem too excited all though the girl in the magazine had been gorgeous. He had already thought of a million things for her to do. And he had even picked up a couple outfits for her to wear. He couldn't wait to bring his friends over and show her off. The rich male hadn't had a girlfriend in the past couple months so having this slave was a real pick me up. Not that he couldn't have a girlfriend, the man was just extremely picky. He was surprised when his father spoke of getting him a slave, although he wouldn't show him the picture of the girl. Although a young mans mind started creating images of her after finding out about his surprise. <br><br>Once he reached the top of the stairs he paused once he heard arguing from below. His father sounding quit tense about the delivery of his present. He couldn't get a good look at the slave until his father pushed him inside. He had heard the whole conversation about the man ordering the wrong one. What the hell was wrong with his father? Was he going senile? Sighing the young man moved down the stairs, pausing as he watched he father decide where to hide the boy. "You think I'm some kind of fag dad? Ordering me that." he pointed at the boy, wanting to give his father a hard time about the screw up. "You own a fucking company and you can't even order a damn girl from a magazine." he groaned before looking back to the boy that had arrived for him. "Well I guess another week wont kill me. He can clean my room and stuff until a weeks up. Then you better order right this time. My presents already going to be late now." the male spoke in a snobbish tone as he moved to grab the bind and gagged boy.<br><br>They had maids for cleaning yet the maids were off for the weekend. So he might as well find some uses for the boy. Shoving the boy into his room he shut the door before moving over and undoing the gag on his mouth. "You better not try and run off you hear? You'll be out of here in a week once we trade you for an actual babe." Brian sighed before laying down on his bed after cutting the ties off of Alan's hands. "Soo 1-3-2 whatever your name is, clean up my room." he ordered, there wasn't much to clean some dirty clothes were on the floor and a mess of papers on the males desk but that was about it. Other then the closet which was quit a mess with clothes that needed to be hung.<br><br>"So you been past around to a lot of horny fat fags? You really lucked out getting to stay here for a week. I'm not interested in boys so your ass is safe." he laughed before turning onto his stomach as he watched his slave for the week. "You been a slave for a long time? Did your parents get sick of you and sell you or something?" the arrogant man questioned with a laugh.<br><br>Brian was twenty five years old and possessed no tact at all. He was as tactful as a pirate and had a mouth like one too, at times. The rich snob never thought before he spoke, he just spoke. Although his attitude was rotten the outside of him wasn't. Brian's deep brown hair was so smooth you could tell from looking at it. The haircut perfect in every aspect, parted towards the right just slightly as a small bit of bangs hung over that side of his forehead. The males eyes were a brilliant deep hazel, changing from brown to green quit rapidly at times. His skin was average, not like, not dark, his body not too muscular but muscular enough. Brian was thin though had shape and was toned well. A few hours in the gym a week did that for you.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love Attention monthly </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:51:16</strong>
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				Hearing Brian’s voice made him tense and he let out a sigh as he realized just how embarrassing it was to order the wrong slave. This has never happened been and he’s ordered countless slaves in the past without making any mistakes. The one time that Roy wants to give his son a sexy female slave with all kinds of kinks…he gives him the wrong one! How could that have happened!? Roy wasn’t sure what to do or so for that matter and so, he nervously tugged at his black and white stripped tie. After what felt like a minute passed, Roy cleared his throat and took a couple of steps toward Brian. “B-Brian…Of course not. He’s nothing, but a mistake. Y-yes…one week and he’ll be shipped right back. I’ll get you that beautiful girl that you deserve.” He smiled weakly at him, pleased that he would find some use for the boy until then. Cleaning his room would be simple and Brian would just have to wait to get his late birthday present.<br><br>It was a relief to know that he wasn’t going to stick around here, but Alan didn’t want to deal with this crap. He would have a way to escape now and all it took was waiting for that opening to get the hell away from these sick bastards. He decided to not struggle against Brian, since he knew that struggling now wouldn’t do him any good and he would probably take off his binds and gag. It was worth it. <br><br>Alan narrowed his eyes as he was shoved into the room, nearly falling over, but catching himself. He looked around the “messy” room and thought it was funny that he really thought he’d clean all this shit for him. He’s no damn maid, let the lazy young master of the house clean it up. The gag was removed, but his hands were still bind behind him, he could only hope that he would be released from them as well. Keeping his mouth shut, Alan sighed in relief when Brian cut his rope and he rubbed his sore wrists. “It’s Alan.” He muttered and turned to face him, about to tell him off when he was bombarded with questions. He quickly yanked off the ropes around his legs and held them in his hands as he glared at him.<br><br>That was a mistake on Brian’s part. Alan was going to just tell him off, but now that he annoyed him just by asking him this and laugh at him…he was really in for it now. “FUCK YOU!” He shouted and jumped on top of Brian’s back and tried to grab his arms, “I’m not your damn maid or anything. I’m getting the hell outta here and going home!” Home was the streets, back where he was first caught, but there were still his home. With his free hand, put his hand over Brian’s mouth and tried to use one hand to get his hands and tie them behind his back. It wasn’t easy either. <br><br>This would hopefully be easy and Alan could sneak out of the house and on his way to freedom!
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