The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)
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				Title: <strong>The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 09:04:49</strong>
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				The club was called, "Proper Places," and it was tucked away in a basement underneath a strip-mall, a back-alley entrance and only a small sign, though nothing on the street to indicate its presence.<br><br>The club was for masters and slaves, the place that full-time masters brought their full-time slaves for socialization, sometimes just to lend or borrow someone else's and sometimes, to get rid of one. The club was fairly exclusive, it was easy to get in, but to be a member, a person required at least one full-time absolutely committed slave.<br><br>Paul was one such slave, though he wasn't exactly what the ownership thought of when they thought of slaves. He was born into his slavery, his parents were...well, different, they'd raised him home-schooled, they'd taught him well, and he'd developed fairly normally, intellectually. His social development was different however. Their philsophy, his mother a permanent slave to his father, was that he ought to be raised as either a master, or a slave. His older sister had ended up being raised the same way, she as a master, and she'd carried on with it, a full-time dominatrix. Though, he'd ended up being raised a slave.<br><br>They'd decided to choose based on a simple, flawed, but, cut and dry, test. The test was that he'd be asked a question the year he started homeschooling. At age five, when he was disciplined he was asked to choose his own punishment. The idea being, that if he showed a tendency towards dominance, he would be a master, and if he showed a tendancy to submit, he'd be a slave.<br><br>His sister, during that year, consistently answered that she ought to recieve no punishment at all, even when she was wrong. He on the other hand, three years later, during his own time of trial, consistently refused to choose, asking them to choose for him. He did this each time, to the point of crying.<br><br>He could remember all of this, because it had become so important to his life. Until he was sixteen he was a slave to the family, he got a part-time job to work for them, did the housework, took care of the pets, and more besides. He never rebelled, how could he? Raised to follow any order he was given, it became natural to him, and being obediant and dutiful became his entire life.<br><br>At sixteen, however, he was released from his family, to become a slave to a man named Donovan, who found other uses for him.<br><br>This all led him to be exactly where he was that night at Proper Places, bent over a table, wrists in handcuffs, waiting patiently in the position he'd been assigned while Donovan talked with the owner next to him. His cool, seemingly emotionless eyes watched the doorway. He didn't hate his life, but niether did he appreciate Donovan, the man was cruel, and lustful, and stupid. Though, Paul would only say so in his thoughts.<br><br>He was half-naked, shirtless, without socks or shoes, and wearing only a pair of tight jeans, without underwear. It was all he was allowed outside of school. He'd been ordered, demanded to attend school by Donovan, not that he minded, he enjoyed it, and playing the normal kid in a public setting had been something new for him. The school, was, of course, because Donovan wanted him to earn money for him, have a job.<br><br>Paul's soft, long-ish hair fell in front of his left eye, and he didn't move to fix it. He was blond, svelte, not well muscled, but tall, long legs and arms. He had deep green eyes that didn't betray anything he thought, a good trait when he lived with a man who loved his whip and any excuse to claim a slave was being disrespectful.<br><br>He didn't even sigh, as he watched the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 02:52:28</strong>
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				Today was an unusual day for Quinn. Most days consisted of the same routine. He would wake up, shower, go to work, take a lunch break, possibly meet with friends, go home, eat dinner, go to bed. This routine had been going on for over a year. The only exception to breath this routine was days off or holidays in which he spent with family or possibly friends. You could describe his life as rather boring, same old same old. His last girlfriend had been the only thing to spice it up which had been well over eight months ago. The sex got old and they just weren't as compatible as they had thought. He had been interested in trying out a relationship with a man. Yet he really didn't feel like buying some whore, he was better then that. He also didn't feel like searching around the office or at cafes for any guys that he could intentionally hop into bed with.<br><br>That is where this night club he had heard about came in. At a night club specified for gays or that welcome gays was perfect. He could probably find a decent boy there. And what made this club even more interesting was this whole theme it had going. He had heard something about masters and slaves. It sounded interesting, intriguing really. Of course he believed it to be some big game, like roleplaying in bed. Yet he had no clue just how serious some took it. Of course he would soon find that out. <br><br>After work he decided to drive down there, check the place out. Tonight was one of their master and slave nights. He wanted to see how this would work, maybe spice up his life a little. Possibly he could find someone that could retain his attention. It didn't take long till he arrived, his work building being down town as well. The club and his building were surprisingly only fifteen minutes apart, without traffic that is. He had wondered just why he had never seen the place. The other reason he had found out about it was from a friend. He then researched it a bit and found out about the master and slave night. Yet when he finally got to the club he then understood just why he never noticed it. Discretely tucked back behind buildings and all the way down an alley way was where the club was housed. It always gave him an eerie feeling as if this place was against the law of something.<br><br>Though he continued on inside, pressing the heavy metal door open to gain entrance. Quinn was a handsome man, at least he had been told. It wasn't that Quinn found himself unattractive, he just wasn't one to boast. The males light chestnut hair was thick, soft, cut neatly so that it fell just below his ears, the back reaching his mid neck. His skin was slightly darker then most, an even soft tan was how it looked. His mother had been from Hawaii, she had always told him he had gotten his soft tan skin from her. The mans eyes came from his father, deep heavy green, they helped brighten up his face. His height was just over six foot, Quinn's body well formed, sculpted yet nothing close to a body builder. He liked it that way, still thin yet had the ripple of muscles. <br><br>The first thing his eyes caught were a boy bent over a table. Emerald eyes watching the boy, their eyes connecting for a split second before he looked away. Trying not to stare he moved over closer, seating himself at a near by bar area. The man not bothering to order a drink as his focus was still on the boy. His eyes taking in every detail to the handcuffs on his wrists, to his soft complexion, bare chest, even wondering about his nice formed rear. He had to admit the boy was attractive, very attractive. Yet it looked as if he was already someone elses "possession" for the night. Though it didn't mean he couldn't continue watching him. The man with him seemed to busy to notice him gazing at the boy anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:25:39</strong>
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				Paul was ordered quite often never to listen in on a conversation, though he would've remembered after the first time he disobeyed, the only time before he'd actually been told. He couldn't help but listen, the important part was never making any sign that he had. If they were talking about, six inches away, taking him in the back room, and jumping him, he'd have to walk right into that room like he'd never heard it.<br><br>He saw a new person walk in, somebody who made more than one head turn, though, not his master's. He was handsome, very attractive, in fact, enough that Paul felt a little stirring against the table. He shut his eyes and prayed that he wouldn't get hard, if he did, and Donovan realized it wasn't from him...though it never was...he wouldn't be left alone at all for the rest of the night.<br><br>What Donovan happened to be talking about, was skipping town, though the context for that was lost on Paul, he hadn't heard what Donovan had done, or had been accused of (probably correctly) doing. Either way, he was leaving, which Paul found...disturbing. If he had to be pulled out of college, he'd never be able to finsih the year off in a get-away country, or in some little hide-away town. He'd lose all of his credits, and he'd probably be punished for that too, of course Donovan wasn't exactly fair.<br><br>"I'll have to make arrange..." said Donovan, stopping talking as he leaned slightly to the right.<br><br>Paul opened his eyes, trying to look back, but he couldn't see anything but the man Donovan was talking to, who had also turned his head.<br><br>They'd noticed him, the newcomer, though, of what interest he was, Paul didn't know. Maybe they were wondering if he was a cop? Was Donovan a wanted man? Paul didn't know, but he held his breath nonetheless as Donovan waved the man over, repeatedly, trying to make it clear that he wasn't unfriendly, but also being kind of insistent.
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:57:51</strong>
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				Quinn wasn't exactly sure what to do, so in the meantime he ordered a drink. He swore to himself he wouldn't get drunk, yet one drink wouldn't hurt. He didn't like looking to out of out of it, yet he also liked to blend in with the crowd. He waited a couple minutes looking around the room, his eyes continuously falling on the boy on the table. Yet once his drink arrived he now had something else to pay attention to. Awkwardly the man stood there, drink in hand, sipping every now and then. That was until he saw a man waving him over. Was he waving him over? Looking around he saw no one else paying notice to the mans gesture. Quinn then pointed to the man and at himself as in <em>are you waving at me?</em>. When he received a confirmation from the man, Quinn slowly moved over to him.<br><br>Had the man saw him looking at the boy on the table? He really didn't feel like getting into a fight. Yet the man hadn't seemed upset with him by his gestures. Once Quinn arrived over to the two men he looked at both of them. His eyes glanced down to take a closer look at the boy, but just as quickly moved back up to connect with the man that had called him over.&nbsp; "You wanted me to come over?" he asked, still not sure why the man would call him over. Usually when you hit on someone you go up to them, so that couldn't be it. Anyway the man was there with that boy and was talking to that other man. <br><br>Quinn drank the rest of his drink quickly, handing his glass off to a worker that passed by. His head was still spinning trying to find out just why the man had wanted him to come over. Not only did he not know how this whole club worked, he wasn't used to being around gay men. I mean he was straight, well that wasn't exactly the truth. The truth was he had never done anything sexual with another man. Sure he had wanted to try, yet he hadn't, not yet that is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 07:08:23</strong>
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				"Yeah," said Donovan, "I noticed that you're new, and I figured you'd appreciate an welcome, this one..." he said, jabbing a finger in Paul's direction, "is mine...but I've got to get going...you want to take him off my hands?" he asked.<br><br>'Donovan, you slick bastard,' thought Paul, biting his lip. Donovan was getting rid of him. This guy was probably going to take him somewhere with younger, virgin guys that would slave over him all day every day, not that he wouldn't, being ordered, but still...the thought....<br><br>It occured to him that Donovan hadn't mentioned just how long he'd be gone, or what 'taking him' actually meant, after all, the guy, whoever he was, 'hotness' as Paul's mind was now calling him, was a newcomer. There was the possiblity that he'd think that he was being offered a loan, for an hour or two.<br><br>That thought, scared him. It wasn't right to just hand off a slave to someone unknowingly. He'd have to obey, of course, Donovan's last order would be that this man was his new master, if this guy accepted, of course, and although he'd be free of Donovan...what if this guy flipped out? What if...he abandoned him? Gave him an order he didn't really mean. Paul knew his life was about to get rocky, though he didn't really have a conception of what was coming, not really.
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 08:06:12</strong>
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				Quinn gave a smile and a nod. "Oh uh thanks." he replied before listening to the rest of what the man had to say. His eyes directing down at the boy on the table. Could people really do that? Just give other people away? The guy was acting like he seriously owned him. Or was this all just part of the game? He thought for a moment before shrugging. "I guess so." he accepted, looking back down to the boy on the table. He had to admit the boy didn't look comfortable and not exactly happy. Quinn didn't really want to turn the man down and the boy was cute. Maybe he would be able to hook up with him. That was kind of what he came here for, to hook up with a guy.<br><br>The male didn't really think of asking any questions. He had believed that at the end of the night this whole game would be over. Or maybe the man would come back and pick up the boy. Or possibly the boy would just go home. Quinn's hand moved upwards, fingers brushing through his hair to fix it up a bit. This was what the man did when he became nervous, played with his hair. That and he would tap incessantly on his knees, thigh or a table if there was one around. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be coming back to this place, it was a bit strange. Not that he didn't like looking at all the cute boys around, yet most of them seemed paired off with other people. Of course there was the boy right by him, that supposedly he was going to "take him" off the other guys hands.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 08:18:57</strong>
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				"Good man," said Donovan, "Paul..." he said, saying his name for the first time in a while. Paul knew it was to be careful, make sure there weren't any loopholes in his last order.<br><br>"Paul, this man is your master now..." he said, pointing to him.<br><br>Paul sighed the moment he said, 'now.' No more Donovan, but did that really help him? If this guy, was unknowing, it would be worse than having a proper master, but now that Donovan was done with his last order, Paul didn't need to follow the old rules anymore, and he pulled himself off the table slowly, standing up, and bringing his hands up, to brush his hair from over his eye.<br><br>Donovan, gave him one last look and winked at the man he'd passed Paul off to, and turned to leave, taking his 'friend' whoever he was, with him.<br><br>Paul stretched his back out a moment before saying anything.<br><br>"I'm...Paul," he said, "sorry about him...he's very...dominating..."<br><br>It felt strange to apologize for a master, normally it was the other way around, masters apolagizing for a slave, though in this case, Paul was actually apolagizing to his master, and that too, was strange, as suddenly, the face he'd have to look to for orders had changed.
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 09:08:57</strong>
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				"That's ok, though I don't really get how this whole thing works." he admitted, "Oh and I'm Quinn, it's nice to meet you Paul." he smiled, looking over the boy now that he was standing up. He had admit the boy was even better looking then he had thought. Now he was getting to see the males face up close, along with his other assets. "Actually I just kind of came here to check the place out." he admitted, "A friend told me about it. I myself am not exactly familiar with places like this." he spoke up almost nervously. <br><br>The man wasn't sure what to do next anyway. So supposedly he was suppose to be this boys master? What the hell did a master do? Well he he could pretty much guess but did they really do that here? Did guys that don't know each other meet up and play master and slave and actually go through with it? Did the "slaves" actually listen to whatever the "masters" tell them to do? And do the "masters" actually ask such things, as in sexual favors and such, possibly more outrageous things. Quinn wasn't really the type to order people around. Especially when the ordering around was things like, well things that would go on in this type of place. Sure he wanted to try it out with a guy but he didn't want to force someone to be with him. Or did people like Paul like to be bossed around and have sex with strangers?<br><br>"So what are we suppose to do now?" he asked awkwardly, hating to be put in a situation of not knowing what's going on. Maybe he shouldn't have come here in the first place. Yet one thing good came out of the night so far, he had met Paul and the male was really cute.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 09:25:09</strong>
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				Oh God. He didn't know anything about what he was doing. Paul had expected him to be over his head, but...he wasn't even a master. He couldn't help but curse Donovan for doing this to him, though, he couldn't help but thank him for the break, it didn't seem like Quinn would be very demanding any time soon.<br><br>"We can do whatever you'd like, master," said Paul, "but...if you don't know...well, do you want to go out for a drink, or something?" he asked.<br><br>It felt strange, like he was half-slipping into his student persona, the mask he wore for everyone who wouldn't understand. He'd been raised as a slave, certainly, but he wasn't unwilling. He'd never tried to run away, and hadn't knowingly disobeyed in years.<br><br>"Look," he said, "its best that we go, anyway, the management doesn't like visitors, and with me, you'll stick out like a sore thumb...uh...no offence..."<br><br>He had to remind himself that he was addressing his master, though it was hard. A guy he'd just met, friendly, not a master, and seemingly not even dominant, Paul was wondering just how his life could continue. So many years as the slave to Donovan, if his next master was...well, not a master. It wasn't just the way he'd been raised it was the way he lived. A kind of exchange, obedience for comfort, he'd had clothing, room and board, shared a big house with Donovan and some on-again off-again slaves that came and went.
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 10:20:52</strong>
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				At the others words Quinn just nodded. It was probably best to get out of there anyway. He didn't really fit in, that and he would feel more comfortable in a place he knew what he was doing. So without any question or complaint the male grabbed Paul's hand. The male slowly moving outside into the cold crisp night air. Quickly he hurried to his car, knowing the other wasn't equip with outside clothes. Once inside the car he opened the passenger door for Paul. The male blasting the heat in the car to make it comfortable for the other. <br><br>"Well as you aren't wearing any shoes or a shirt you can't really go into most places. You know the whole no shoes no shirt no service." he repeated as he had seen it on many signs hung at grocery stores, cafes and such. "Would you like me to just take you back to your house? Where do you live?" he questioned though quickly afterward felt bad. He didn't want the boy to think he was trying to get rid of him. Indeed he wasn't, Paul was in fact cute and he seemed nice, a little strange but it wasn't bad. "Or you can come back to my house, whichever you want." he offered<br><br>For a moment an awkward silence fell over them, as Quinn pulled out of the lot. He begun driving towards his house. He wasn't exactly sure where Paul lived so until the boy told him they would be heading towards his house. If the boys happened to be in the other direction they would just turn around. Quinn had enough money which caused him to not care about things like gas money or buying groceries. Those things were necessities. Though luckily for Quinn he had the money to also splurge on some things, big screen tvs, water bed, things like that.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:15:41</strong>
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				Paul wasn't sure what to say, though the truth seemed appropriate, this was his master after all.<br><br>"I live...I lived with Donovan...that was my last master, the man you met back there..." he said, "I can't go back there..."<br><br>His clothes, his notes, his work, his entire life was in that house, but without Donovan it was all inacessable, Donovan had never given him the door code, if Donovan was away, he couldn't go back. He found himself cursing the man mentally, for leaving him in handcuffs. For which, he didn't have the key, and not even letting him get dressed to go out.<br><br>"Is....is there anything you'd like to know, Master?" he asked.<br><br>He owed his new owner at least that much, and it was strange to have to ask him anything, though he asked questions as well, and in that way, it seemed more like school than his real life.<br><br>"
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 09:35:48</strong>
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				"So you're suppose to live with me until he comes back?" he questioned, a bit confused. This was all to much for him. This "game" if it was really a game was getting to be to much. So this boy lived with that man and then the man just dumped him on someone else. The man just gave him up to some stranger. Hell he could be a psycho path, beat, rape and kill the kid. He wasn't, thank god the kid had been given to him and not some sicko. "Well I guess you can live with me till he comes back." he offered, not sure what else to do.<br><br>At the others question the man nodded. There were a few things he wanted to know, a few hundred that was. Though it seemed as if he was going to have to narrow it down to a few. "We can talk about this once we are at my place. It is just a few minutes away." he told the boy, continuing to drive. He wanted to be able to give his full attention to Paul. It was hard to do so while on the road. <br><br>Once they had arrived at his apartment, he guided Paul up the stairs and into his home. "Well here it is. It is a one bedroom so I guess we will be sharing a room. If you prefer you can sleep on the couch, if you don't mind you could always sleep in my bed as well. It's a queen so it's plenty big for two people." he told him before shutting and locking the door behind them. "Now lets get you some clothes and find something to get those handcuffs off with." he smiled before leaving for a few minutes.<br><br>When Brian returned the male threw a shirt and pair of socks towards Paul. He then took a small pocket knife and prodded the hole on the handcuffs. It didn't take long before he got them off, he had gotten good at picking locks as a kid. "Alright now that you're comfy, you can answer some of my questions. First of all why are you calling me master? Isn't this whole master and slave thing all some big game? Secondly, how old are you anyway? Thirdly this Donovan guy, who the hell is he? How did you start living with him anyway?" the man questioned, seating himself on the chair across from the couch.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 19:12:37</strong>
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				Paul would probably rather have slept beside the bed, on the floor, rather than in it or on the couch like a houseguest, it was more comfortable for him, because it was something that was part of his life for as long as he could really remember.<br><br>When the handcuffs were off and the questions started coming, Paul listened quietly and gave a moment's thought before answering.<br><br>"Well..." he started, "I'm calling you master because Donovan gave me to you, which makes you my master...and no, it isn't a game, this is my life...and I'm nineteen," he said, he took another moment to catch up and then continued on.<br><br>"Donovan was my master," he said, "the man who my parents gave me to when I turned sixteen, and I lived with him...because that is what a slave does, lives with their master...serves them..."<br><br>He blushed and lowered his eyes, he'd expected someone unfamiliar with what was going on, but not...clueless.<br><br>"...and, he isn't coming back for me...at least I don't think so, and even if he did you'd have to give me back to him for him to be my master again..." he said. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 22:17:27</strong>
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				At the others answer, explanations, well it was like some sick fantasy of someones. So this boy had been taught to actually serve one person, whoever was designated their master? He had to do everything that was asked of him? Or was this like some little playing house type thing? What had Donovan used him for? The man didn't really look like the type to have Paul cleaning and decorating the house. The man had looked a bit rough, not the friendliest of people.<br><br>This was like some sick porno or something or some make believe book. "Ummm...ok well what did Donovan use you for? Like well what did you do for him?" he asked, this question being able to narrow down just what type of slave the boy was. If this was just a boy forced into being like a butler or maid, or if it was something more. He really hopped this boy wasn't some sex slave, those weren't even legal. Yet if he was the boy didn't even seem to be happy to get away from the man. Was Donovan one of those types that would beat and use people for his own sexual game. The man now that he thought about it did fit the profile of one of those. How Paul had been tied up and bent over the table was a hint enough to tell what kind of master this Donovan was. <br><br>"And if he isn't coming back well. You don't have any family or relatives to live with? If not I guess you'll stay here to something is worked out." he replied, not wanting to seem unwelcoming to his guest.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 22:43:10</strong>
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				"I cooked, cleaned, and serviced him physically when he ordered me to," he answered, as though it were only natural, "I know what you must think...but it isn't a bad thing...I wasn't forced into this...well, not against my will at least, I've always been a slave..."<br><br>When Quinn told him that he'd stay until something was worked out, it felt like an order, and Paul was grateful for that.<br><br>"I have family," he said, "buy nobody I can go to, my parent gave me to Donovan and won't want me back...my sister...well she'd have use for a slave but not her own brother..."<br><br>He stood up and sunk to his knees in front of Quinn.<br><br>"I'm sorry that you didn't know what you were getting involved with...but you accepted me, Donovan couldn't have forced me on you unwillingly...there must have been a reason why you did that, so whatever that was...."<br><br>He trailed off, not sure what to say, but the words occured to him a moment later.<br><br>"Being a slave means serving, and obeying, being a master means commanding, and taking care of your slave. I...understand if you don't want me...but you're a good person, I think, that if you want to be rid of me, you should find me asomeone willing to be a master, trying to make me something I'm not will make my life worthless..."<br><br>He was practically begging, knowing that many people would've been rid of him before now.
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				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 23:23:21</strong>
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				Quinn had been right, well on both accounts. Sure the boy did things around the house as well but the man had also used him for sex. Sure Paul was cute and all but he didn't feel right telling the boy to have sex with him, or any other sexual things. He guessed he could have the other clean the house, do other things. If he was giving the boy a place to stay and food the other would need to work to pay it off. So he would just have to make it seem as if he was ordering the other to do such things.<br><br>"I know, really I just thought you were cute. I had thought it was a game and if I accepted you I could talk to you. You know maybe go out on a date but this, well yeah." he admitted to the boy before taking a deep breath. His eyes moved down to the boy kneeling on the floor. It seemed as if the boy liked being ordered around, liked being a slave. It was like he had no other life then to be serving a master. It seemed as if he wanted this, so who was he to deny the boy it? Sure he didn't really want to have a slave but he could play along.<br><br>"I want you." Quinn quickly replied, he didn't want to give Paul to some twisted freak. Who knew what men out there would do with a boy like him. The kid could end up beaten horrible or even worse dead. "You'll stay here with me. I have uses for you." he replied, the words sounding so strange to him. Was this really going to work out? How the hell was he going to be this boys master, it just all so strange.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 08:01:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh thank you, Master," he replied, sitting up on the couch and smiling a little, though not very much. There was something inspiring self-consciousness while he taked to Quinn.<br><br>"I ...well, that is to say..." he started clearing his throat before getting anything else out.<br><br>"I would love to go on a date..." he said, "that is...if you still want to...I've never...done that before, but I know that some masters...well, it isn't uncommon..."<br><br>There were masters who married their slaves, dated their slaves, it wasn't uncommon, but it wasn't in Paul's experience to have ever been on a date.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 21:55:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well then that's great, we will go on one tomorrow." Quinn smiled at the boy. "Though we are going to have to go pick you up some clothes before we do. I'll take you to the store before the date and we can buy you some things." he told the boy, staring at him as he sat on the couch. Paul really was cute, not only that but attractive as well. He really had been given the perfect boy, of course this whole master and slave thing was a bit weird. Quinn would just let Paul do what pleased him. It wasn't like Paul calling him master was hurting anyone. And if he was getting a date out of this and could get to know Paul it could be worth it.<br><br>"I'm going to head in and take a shower. Did you want to take a shower or a bath or anything?" he questioned as he pulled off his coat, tossing it onto the love seat. His shirt coming next as he quickly unbuttoned it, pulling it off and doing the same as he had with his jacket. Quinn was nicely fit, his chest well sculpted, toned and with his tan skin it made him even more appealing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 21:51:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only if you want me to," he said, stretching out on the couch a bit.<br><br>"I had a shower earlier..." he clarified. He knew his new master wasn't exactly a master in the truest sense of the word, but it wasn't exactly his duty to teach him, unless his master ordered him to...which only confused him to think about. He'd just have to make the best of this, obey his 'master' and try to go about life as normal, if that was even possible now.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 21:20:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You wait right here then, I'll be out in a few minutes." he smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. The man taking a six minute shower before exiting to his own room, towel hanging low around the mans waist. Though that towel was soon replaced by a pair of boxers, these boxers hanging low below the mans hips. All those workouts at the gym the past few weeks had really helped him tone out. Only bad thing about it was his damn underwear no longer fit properly.<br><br>Moving out to the living room in only his mere boxers, not thinking much of it. The man soon took a seat beside Paul. "So Paul, do you like men? I mean have you always liked men or did your last master just force you into having to be with a man." he asked, wondering if the other was actually interested in men. If so then maybe the two of them could work something out past dating. Hell if they got along well and the other liked men maybe they could actually date. Quinn did find Paul very attractive and though he hadn't been with a man he had always wanted to. If Paul liked men then maybe it wouldn't be to bad of a thing for him to try it out with the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 01:53:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"To tell the truth," he said, "I'm not sure...I didn't have much exposure to other people before I turned sixteen...I was homeschooled, after all the public school wouldn't exactly teach me perfect obedience. I never really thought about it before Donovan...but I am attracted to men, so...wether I'm gay or bisexual, I do like men..."<br><br>He felt better opening up to his master, something he'd never been able to do with Donovan, strange that this should resemble the life his parents had spoken of, more than his life had thus far.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:30:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, that's good." the man smiled, "It would be a little weird going on a date with a straight guy." he laughed, looking to Paul as he spoke. "To be honest I actually haven't even been with a man. I had always wanted to but never was able to find one. I mean I wanted to not just find any guy, I wanted a guy I was attracted to at least. That and I find it kind of hard to admit to a guy, Hey I haven't had sex with a guy but I want to try it out." he chuckled, leaning back against the couch.<br><br>He wasn't really embarrassed about it when he told it to Paul though. The boy seemed easy to talk to, though maybe that was because he knew Paul wouldn't talk back. The boy wouldn't tell him he was stupid, even if he thought so. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:37:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Would you like to...try it now?" asked Paul, doing his duty in figuring out when his master wanted to do what. It seemed to him to be odd...having sex before going on a date...though he'd never been on a date, and he'd had plenty of sex, so in the end, it was only odd because he thought that Quinn would find it odd, perhaps.<br><br>He didn't comment on anything else, Quinn was still experimenting, which left Paul in an awkward place, it seemed. What if he was stuck with a heterosexual master? Well, this one might just order him to pretend that he wasn't a slave and have a life, but that wouldn't really make him happy. Not that it was servitude that made him happy...maybe it was just the relationship that came with it. Donovan, had, for all his faults, desired him, and clothed him, and gave him a place to stay, and food to eat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 08:38:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Umm..well...shouldn't we go on our date first? I think we should, I mean it isn't really something the majority of people rush into." he spoke, looking over the other boy. Paul really was attractive and he want to do a bit of experimenting. Yet what if he didn't like it? What if he wasn't really interested in an actual sexual relationship with men? What would happen with Paul? Would he just have to keep the other around as a friend? He was pretty sure the other wouldn't like that. Maybe he could just experiment a little, before their date.<br><br>Turning toward Paul, the male tilted the others chin upwards. Quinn soon guided the other boys lips onto his own. He hadn't warned or given any notice. Yet if Paul had offered up sex, he was sure the other wouldn't mind something as innocent as a kiss. The kiss was simple, innocent, that is until he deepened it a bit. After finding it felt good the other progressed, lips moving against the others, tongue soon pressing forward, moving past the others lips. One hand settling on Paul's back while the other took a place on the boys side.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 09:03:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul let Quinn explore as he liked with his tongue, and hummed gently into the kiss, enjoying every moment of it. It was something he didn't usually get, a bit of real...direct attraction and affection.<br><br>He assumed that this meant Quinn wanted to try a little bit...but how much he didn't know.<br><br>He enjoyed having Quinn's hands on him, and he put his own hands up, going up to touch the back of Quinn's neck, his thumbs up to rub Quinn's jawline. His arms were close together, inside Quinn's a very submissive position, one that some people assumed without realizing, but Paul knew, and let himself fall into it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 05:14:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn continued for quite a few minutes. His hands had moved a bit, exploring. One hand sliding down to just barely caress the others rear, his second hand lifting the boys shirt up just enough to feel his smooth skin. He couldn't believe that guy, Donovan had left such a boy behind. Though before it got too hot and heavy the male pulled away. Quinn taking a couple deep breaths before smiling back at the other. "That was, well, good." he replied, surprised by himself a bit. Well he knew he liked kissing guys and touching them, to a certain point. He was pretty sure he was truly interested in men, though he couldn't be sure, not yet.<br><br>Paul was a good kisser, the boy was so natural about it, though great. Yet he was sure the boy got a lot of practice, being a slave and all. He was sure a lot of men wanted to kiss him, even further get into his pants. He felt bad for the boy, but at least he was Paul's new master. He could treat the other better, better then he had been treated, a whole lot better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 06:38:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said, "would you like something else?" he asked, not sure he should be modest or just come out and offer to do all the things that came to mind. He was attracted to Quinn, which was new in terms of masters. Not so much that the others had been repulsive, but they'd just been so...controlling, as a master was able to be, and it had never really occured to him that he could be attracted to them. He'd never gotten hard for them without fantasizing, and he realized he'd probably been fantasizing about a guy something like Quinn.<br><br>"Or...is there anything else you wanted to know?" he asked, wondering if maybe Quinn had more questions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 20:22:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn scratched at his head, not really sure what he should say. Sure he wanted to try out a little more, though was it wrong? He didn't really even know Paul. What did Paul want to do? Well he really wasn't sure about that. Sighing he finally came to a conclusion, ask. "I can't really think of anymore questions at the moment. Though I'm interested, what would you like to do? Whatever you want to do, I want to do, for now." he smiled, hoping the other boy would give him some sort of answer. He didn't want to do anything that Paul didn't want. So he would let the other pick what he wanted, he had to do that right? If he ordered him to do so? 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 07:45:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What did he want to do? He didn't know, he wanted to please Quinn, but that wasn't an answer, it didn't give them anything to do. Why did Quinn have to be so...passive? It was driving Paul a bit crazy having to think so much, but it was a new and interesting kind of feeling. What did he want?<br><br>"I'm...tired," he said, "I want to sleep..."<br><br>It was the truth, he did want to go to bed, he'd spent more than an hour over the table at the club, and before that...well, he was a bit sore, bed would be a welcome relief.<br><br>"We should...maybe talk too," he said, "I want to go on this date with you...but we need to work some things out..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 11:17:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn nodded as the other said he wanted to go to sleep. It sounded like a good idea to time, it bad been a long day. In fact he felt a bit tired himself, now that sleep was brought up. "Sleep it is. Let's go get settled in my room." he told the boy, moving off the couch and taking the others hand. The man soon leading him into his own room. It pretty simple, bare, consisting of just a dresser, TV, bed, nightstand, lamp, computer desk and a chair. Of course a laptop was seated on the computer desk, his whole work was in that computer. It was his job, so of course he had a laptop. <br><br>Already having his shirt off the man then begun slipping out of the pants he had on. Once off tossing them to a clothing hamper in the corner of the room. The man standing now in only a pair of briefs, soon moving over to sit down on the bed. "And I agree, we should talk. There are probably a lot of things we need to work out." he admitted before crawling up on the bed fully and laying himself down. The man patting the spot beside him, trying to get the other to come and lay down.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 21:06:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul removed his own clothes, very close to the bed, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and he slipped out of his pants, and under the covers in one swift movement, sliding over to Quinn, not sure how close he wanted him to lie. He was used to this...sleeping with his Master, it was important for a slave, though he would normally have slept at the bottom of the bed, across it rather than up and down like Quinn, but it was nice thinking that Quinn wanted to lie next to him.<br><br>"I want...a collar," he said, turning his head to look at Quinn, "I don't mean to demand, master, but Donovan never...well, having a collar from your master is important...for us, slaves, I mean..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 21:32:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He couldn't help but watch the other undress. His body was as nice as his face. He was really hopping that this date was going to work out. Quinn didn't feel right having sex with Paul unless they at least had one date. And well he had to admit he absolutely adored the idea of trying out things with Paul. The boy was willing, he wanted to go on a date and well he was going to be living there. That and he was extremely attracted to the other boy. <br><br>His eyes followed the other boy as he moved under the covers, laying down next to him, nude. The male not being able to stop his hand from reaching over and letting his finger tips caress the boys side. Though at the others words his hand stopped, his eyes looking up to meet the other boys. He really was telling the truth about this whole slave thing. He really was born and taught to be a slave, it was just so strange. "Alright, after our date tomorrow we will go buy you a collar." he smiled at the boy, if something so simple would make him happy, he would do it. "Is there anything else I should know? Or that slaves need to have?" he questioned
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 21:51:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said, "and...no, I don't need anything else...and I don't think I have anything else to tell you...unless...you like bondage, in which case...I like...handcuffs, but whatever you want is fine...of course, master...um...Quinn..."<br><br>Quinn was trying hard, but even if he was Quinn's slave, and Quinn was his master, it felt different somehow, he felt like Quinn was really trying to make him happy, and that wasn't exactly becoming of a master, the idea normally was that by giving him orders it would make him happy, by treating him like a slave, that way they'd both enjoy it, but Quinn didn't seem the type to enjoy bossing him around, or at least, if he was then Paul hadn't seen it yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 21:38:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn's eyes went wide as the other male mentioned bondage, handcuffs. The boy liked handcuffs? He liked them? Paul was definitely odd. He seemed as if he wanted him to boss him around, take control of him and now, handcuffs? He had to admit back at the club when the other male was down against the table, cuffed, it was well, hot, in a way. If Paul liked it then he guessed he could try it. It wasn't as if e was against it, it just seemed a little odd. "I guess we could pick up some handcuffs too." he replied, "Umm..anything else your master before did or used that you like, or are used to?" he wanted to make Paul feel comfortable. If he was to be the boys master he might as well try and be a good one. Yet he was sure he was doing a horrible job, he wasn't cut out for this. He didn't want to be some boys master, yet he would try, for Paul.<br><br>"Like I said I really haven't you know, been with a guy. So I'm not to sure what I like and don't like. Sure I have been with some girls, not many, just a couple. But that is a lot different it was kind of just a short term relationship thing. It wasn't really anything like this." he admitted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 01:07:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," he said, "nothing else..."<br><br>He snuggled back a bit on his side, his back up against Quinn's side. His master hadn't really ever cuddled with him though the way he understood it, it was supposed to feel good.<br><br>"If you'd like, I'll try to be normal...with you," he said, "I can be like a girl...just date, talk, however you'd do it with them I guess...I've been a slave all my life...but...I don't want to rush you...if...you want to take it slow, just...tell me, if...if you end up wanting to be with me...then we can talk about what I want...ok?" he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 05:17:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn turned, his arms slowly wrapping around Paul. His face nuzzling into the others neck after the boy had finished speaking. "You don't have to be like a girl. And I know this is all new for you, just like it is new for me. So maybe we can try and meet each other half way? I try to be a master and you help me out? I need to know what you want me to do as a master. So just tell me what you want me to do and I'll start doing it. That is if I too feel comfortable with it." he smiled, fingers moving to run through the boys hair.<br><br>"It isn't that I well really want to take it slow. It's just I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. I know that totally isn't like a master at all but well, that's just me." he told the other with a small breath.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 06:54:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ok,"&nbsp; he replied, reaching back over Quinn to rub his thigh, not really aroused, but at least wanting to feel a bit of his new master, even if he wanted to date before they could actually have sex.<br><br>"I will meet you halfway," he said, "I'll...date you, and you can call me your boyfriend after that if you want...and I'd like to be told what to wear...I've always hated having to dress myself, its a master's job to make sure his slave goes out looking the way he wants him to..."<br><br>He felt a bit of arousal at the thought of what he'd be wearing, if Quinn would understand that what he liked was being told what to wear, not being told to wear something nice, he didn't care if it was a gay pride pink and rainbow-flag t-shirt and a pair of too-tight jeans, as long as Quinn picked it out.<br><br>"This is strange for me," he said, "telling my master what I want...is there anything you'd like me to do...to...meet you in the middle?" he asked, wondering what made-up for being told what to wear, handcuffs, and a collar.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 07:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds good." he smiled, looking at the other boy. "I can do that." he spoke up when the other said he wanted him to tell him what to wear. "I will go buy some clothes for you tomorrow. As you don't have anything here. It would be a bit weird picking out clothes for for a guy not too much younger then him. But if it made Paul happy it was an easy thing to do. That and he was pretty sure he could pick out some things that the other would look great in. Not that there was much that the other boy wouldn't look good in.<br><br>"Well, it's strange for you, for me, the both of us." he smiled at the other boy. "Just you doing on a date with me and letting me call you my boyfriend is payment enough. I think we are pretty matched at meeting in the middle." he spoke, his eyes looking down at the others hand on his thigh. "Your hands are really soft." he commented.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 22:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I mosturize," he said, blushing as he admitted what he did to keep his hands, and his skin, naturally soft, yes, but not like it was now, nice to the touch, he liked being clean, and being soft, and he liked being complimented for it.<br><br>"I know...our date is tommorrow..." he said, "but I like being with you like this...you could...take off your underwear...if you like..."<br><br>He blushed again and closed his eyes, returning his hands in front of his face, and stretching, a bit like a cat might, still comfortably up against Quinn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 01:28:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn was caught off guard by the others words. A taint redness depicted on his cheeks as well. Though it was hard to notice in the dim light of the room. "Ummm, alright." he replied, he had slept naked every once in a while on hot days. He found it comfortable and tonight his room was fairly warm. If that was what Paul wanted, if that was what the other was used to. Slowly he stuck his thumbs into the waist band of his briefs, pulling them down slowly. The man lifting himself up a bit so that he could pull them all the way off. The underwear soon littered onto the floor with the rest of his clothing. He usually didn't bother to pick it up till morning.<br><br>He felt a little odd, being naked in front of someone he had just met that night. Yet he had been going to that place to find someone to do a little experimenting with. So he guessed that if he would of indeed found someone other then Paul, something could have possibly happened. Though Quinn wasn't one for one night stands. It seemed as if Paul would be around for more then one night anyway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 02:55:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Goodnight, Quinn," he said, "and thank you..."<br><br>He didn't say anything else, as his breathing slowed, and he drifted off into sleep, happy to feel completely bare skin against his own, and to have Quinn be the owner of it. It wasn't his ideal situation, but it was damn close, the only thing he would've change would be Quinn's nature, made him a master, a real one, but of course, he couldn't complain, he knew that with Quinn his life would be far less tiring, and more pleasurable, if Quinn did end up liking him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 20:35:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn wished a goodnight to the other boy as well. His arms enclosing the boy close to him all through the night. It had been one of the most comfortable sleeps he had had in such a long time. He really couldn't even believe that just having Paul there had made it all the more easier to sleep. He wasn't sure if is was the others warm body against his, or the sound of the other breathing, maybe it was just his presents. At that moment he really didn't care, the sleep had been too deep for him to think about such things anyway, once asleep that is.<br><br>~<br><br>Upon morning as always Quinn stirred at about eight in the morning. The male glancing to the clock and seeing that it was a few minutes after. He had no work today, so the only thing on the agenda was their date. He wasn't sure if it should be for breakfast, lunch, dinner, maybe he should ask Paul? His eyes shifted to look at the boy still in his arms, a smile soon sweeping over his features. "Paul." he whispered, trying to wake the boy gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 08:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmmm....yes...Quinn?" he answered, waking up slowly, but, out of instinct being aware of what was going on quickly, with Donovan, missing an order early in the morning was unpleasant.<br><br>He still felt Quinn against him, which meant he hadn't slept much longer than his master, he hoped, and he smiled at that. There was some hope for them yet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 20:59:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You want to get ready to go out today?" he questioned, "We still need to go shopping before we go on our date." he told the other, stirring in bed a bit more before sitting up himself. The man letting out a large yawn before pushing himself out of bed. Moving to his closet he grabbed out a tshirt and pair of flip flops. He knew they would be to large for the boy but it was something. He couldn't go walking around in only a pair of pants. "Here those are for you, for now. We will get some clothes that fit you properly today." he told the boy before digging through for clothes for himself.<br><br>The male soon finding them and beginning to change, slipping on the briefs, jeans over them, then a tshirt to top it off. The man pulling on a pair of socks, slipping on his sneakers, then he was done. Well accept for a jacket but he wouldn't be putting that on till they left. He even grabbed a second jacket for Paul if the boy needed one. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 22:27:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul got himself dressed, not sure about the t-shirt, but he liked that Quinn had picked it out, even if this time he hadn't done it because of how he'd look in it.<br><br>"When are we having our date?" he asked, following Quinn closely. He was definately feeling better about the morning than he had about the previous night...this...this felt more like what he was used to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2009, 20:32:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Our date will be today, either lunch or dinner, haven't decided yet. We need to go out and get you some clothes first though. I'm ready to go so whenever you are, we can go." he told the other, waiting for any last things Paul needed to do before leaving.<br><br>Soon they were in a large store, many clothes to choose from. Quinn moving to the jeans first, scooping out a few pairs, measuring them up to Paul. He then grabbed a couple pairs, one a bit tighter and a other slightly looser. After that he picked out a pair of cargo pants, a couple pairs of shorts. He grabbed some briefs, some boxers, so the other had a choice between the two. The man snagged some plain tshirts that would be a bit fitted on the boy. That and he grabbed a nicer looking dress shirt, long sleeved button up. "Here try these on and make sure they fit." he told the boy before handing over the pile of clothes, moving into the dressing room along with Paul. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 00:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul was feeling far easier about the whole process when Quinn took the lead, and he pulled off his clothes hastily in the dressing room, turning away from Quinn, only to look in the mirror while he put on the pants that Quinn had picked out, and then the shirts, though not at the same time, just so Quinn had something to look at while he did so.<br><br>He wasn't sure if it was really a normal thing to do for couples, he knew it wasn't when they weren't even dating, but did people usually do this if they were? Maybe, he wasn't sure, he'd never been a normal person, not that he had a problem with that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:13:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was guessing you would be one of the smallest sizes." he nodded when he saw the clothes fit the boy pretty well. "It looks a little big but we are going to fatten you up anyway. Well not too much, just a little. Not that you look bad or unhealthy, just maybe a few more pounds." he trailed off trying to not offend the other. "I mean you are really attractive, though so tiny." he finally settled on, "So we will make sure you eat a bit more then usual." he finally ended with. <br><br>He felt strange, very strange, going into a dressing room with this boy he hardly knew. He even watched the boy change, a bot he knew for less then one day. A boy that had been taught to be a slave and supposedly he was his new master. It was all strange, so confusing, yet he wouldn't say this aloud. He liked Paul so far and wanted to keep the boy around. "Are them comfortable? If they are we will get them then I will just pick a few other things according to the sizes you have there." he told the boy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-09-2009, 06:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul almost gasped when Quinn said he'd fatten him up, though he held it back. It was a little shocking, he'd long been quite pround of his figure, but maybe, Quinn like someone a bit sturdier. He could see how that made sense, and he couldn't argue, and the compliment that followed was nice.<br><br>"They're perfect," he said, turning and putting and arm over Quinn's shoulder and pulling himself close to give Quinn a kiss on a spot very close to his lips, but still technically on his cheek. He was trying to be thankful, and this was his usual way, even if he usually didn't mean it, now that he did, the action seemed doubly appropriate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 08:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Quinn smiled when the other gave him the small kiss. The gesture was nice and he enjoyed it, even cute in a way really. "Good, I'm glad." he nodded, picking up the clothes, "You get dressed, I'll go pick out a few more things." he told the other before exiting the dressing room. The man picking out a few more shirts and pants, even grabbing a sweatshirt and a coat. That is along with the essentials, socks and underwear. He couldn't help but buy a package of boy underwear. He believe it would suit Paul, look cute on him. <br><br>After that he paid for it all, watched as it was bagged. Once Paul was back beside him and Quinn had all the bags in his hands they were ready to go. "We should probably get you a pair of shoes." he mentioned as they walked by the shoe isle. "Just grab a pair that fit that feel comfortable." he told the boy, "We can pay for them on the check out by the door on our way out." he told the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 08:06:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Paul grabbed himself the first pair of nice-looking shoes that looked like they fit and tried on different sizes until he found the right one. He made sure they were cheap, after all, he didn't want to be too much of a burden, of course, that was why he went to school wasn't it?<br><br>It was supposed to be worthwhile, if he got a job, then he'd be making his master money, instead of being a drain. He realized just how strange his current situation was, at least with Donovan he'd been providing something, with Quinn he was going on a date, and he had no idea where this...relationship, was headed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2009, 07:44:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once they had purchased the clothing he lead the other to the restroom. The other had to change into some nicer clothes before going out. He couldn't bring the other in a baggy shirt and pair of jeans into a decent restaurant. "Lets get you changed." he spoke, pulling out an outfit before handing it to the boy. "Just go in the stall and get changed. Afterward we will go out for lunch, as our...well..date." he replied, it was a little awkward, yet it wasn't as if he was forcing it on Paul. The other boy wanted him to be more direct, choose things for him, be more of a master. He was trying his best, yet he had to admit it was fairly strange and just well simply out of the ordinary. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 06:04:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you," he said, taking the outfit and walking to the change-room. He walked inside, leaving the door open. Just like with bathroom stalls, and every room he'd ever had, even if there was a lock, he didn't use it. There was some risk there, but it was a trade-off, on the off chance his master, on a whim, decided to barge in. In exchange for him being able to do that quickly and easily, he'd trade the possibility of someone else opening the door accidentally, and it had happened.<br><br>He got changed rather quickly, and smiled at himself in the mirror, and walked back out of the change-room.<br><br>"So..." he said, when he'd returned to Quinn, "can I hold your hand while we go to our date?" he asked. He figured that what Quinn wanted was more of that...conventional relationship. He was excited just by being with him, so, he was willing, at least, to try to make their date at least considerably more towards what Quinn might be used to, if he could, after all, it wasn't as though he had some sort of date template to work from so, letting Quinn have dates, without requiring him to be a master through them, would be a kind of gift, and a sign of true affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tissuesan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 05:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You look great." he smiled as he saw the boy step out of the bathroom. His hands clasped together as his eyes looked over him for a double take. Paul really was very attractive in the nice clothes, that and him being clean and well kept. His former master hadn't seemed to take very good care of him. Though he knew that Paul probably preferred being treated that way. Though he could never see himself dragging the other around in simple pants with chains around his wrists. <br><br>"Of course you can hold my hand." he quickly replied, reaching his own out to take the others at that moment. "Lets just say our date starts now." he spoke up, opening his mouth once more to ask what kind of food the other liked. To ask what restaurant Paul might be interested in. Yet he decided maybe he should just pick. Paul seemed to appreciate not to have to decide things, or think to much. He liked Quinn picking out things, rather then having his own free-range of speech on what he did or didn't like. "We will go out for Italian, I know a little place a few blocks away, lets just walk." he smiled, guiding the other out into the chilled air and down to the small bistro. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Ties that Bind (PtPb and tissuesan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 13:32:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sure," said Paul. Memories were strange things, he had recollections of eating at the club at much the same tables as they were sat at in the bistro. Only, with Donovan, he was underneath the table, not sitting at it, and he wasn't eating from the menu.<br><br>He shuddered to recall that, for the first time, being able to feel disgusted with himself. That was good, he knew, to feel disgusted by a previous master, it was an important step, because it meant that if he inserted Quinn instead of Donovan it would become a fantasy, and that much was true.<br><br>"What do...people do on dates?" he asked, wondering what he was supposed to be doing, not because Quinn was his master, but because he genuinely wanted to know what to be doing.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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