Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch & Pixilicious}
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				Title: <strong>Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 05:54:32</strong>
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				DJ Rowell swallowed hard as he stood in front of the full length mirror that showed his reflection staring back at him dauntingly.&nbsp; It was almost like his own self was taunting him through his reflection.&nbsp; Turning away with a frustrated growl, he started pacing back and forth inside the small dressing room.&nbsp; He had never been so embarrassed in his life, and at the moment, he was currently by himself.&nbsp; But to his defense, he was pretty sure that anyone in his position right now would be feeling very much the same way that he was.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing at the mirror again in disgust, he clenched his hands, resisting the urge to throw something at the offending glass, letting it shatter into thousands of little crystal pieces.&nbsp; Sighing, he turned away, letting the other part of his mind take over.&nbsp; The part of his mind that knew that he had to do this.&nbsp; The part of his mind that had been brainwashed into thinking that he was nothing more than an object to be used for someone else's pleasure.&nbsp; That was what he was good at, what he was born to do.&nbsp; Making David happy was his sole purpose in life.<br><br>And this, was what made David happy.&nbsp; David was happy that DJ was standing there, wearing next to nothing.&nbsp; A thong, as it were called, with the front parts cut out, so that his member hung out for all the world to see, encased in its chastity lock.&nbsp; He was bare-chested, with the only other adornments on his body being a leather collar with spikes and the nipple rings that he wore on his pierced nipples. Why?&nbsp; Because it would show DJ that he belonged to David, and that he would think twice before he made the mistake of even looked in the direction of another person again without permission.<br><br>Taking another deep breath, he decided that it would be best to get his punishment done and over with, but he couldn't seem to stop his hands from shaking violently.&nbsp; He knew that David would not be happy.&nbsp; He expected him to not show any sign of discomfort and hesitance towards the tasks that he was giving to complete, especially if such a task was a punishment that was being administered.&nbsp; However, this was so far out of his comfort zone that he couldn't find himself enjoying this on any level.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew that there was going to be other people there, and he prayed to all that was mighty that it would just be himself, David and the photographer around during the actual photo shoot.&nbsp; Anyone else, and DJ didn't know what he would do.&nbsp; As it was, the sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach was deepening with each second just thinking about that.&nbsp; <br><br>When they had both entered into this arrangement, David had swore that he would obey DJ's limits, but now, it seemed, by DJ's own stupidity, he had pushed David into ignoring even that.&nbsp; Now, as he opened the door to the dressing room, and stepped out into the hallway, the thoughts that he was going outside, in a somewhat public place, dressed like the whore David had always said he was kept running through his mind over and over again like a broken record.<br><br>Covering his member as best he could with his hands, he started to walk down the hallway, but stopped cold in his tracks as a voice came from behind him.<br><br>"Remove your hand," was all the icy voice had to say to make DJ shudder and cringe visibly.<br><br>"But..." DJ said, starting to protest.<br><br>He never got to finish his statement before a firm hand landed across his cheek, sending his face reeling to the side with the force of the blow.&nbsp; DJ whimpered, and reached up with one hand, caressing his cheek, which he was sure was now red with a hand imprint on it.&nbsp; Hanging his head, he bit down hard on his lip to keep himself silent, even as the tears filled his blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 00:45:40</strong>
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				At the sound of the loud crash, Dominic LeClerc rolled his brown eyes and wondered how someone with such innate grace and beauty could be so clumsy. <br><br>"Bettina!" He shouted, leaving the camera stand to go and see what sort of damage the girl had caused this time. He poked his head into the equipment room, and saw his denim coverall-clad assistant sweeping up broken glass. She paused and looked up at him anxiously, then threw him a saucy grin. "Sorry...bit of an accident."<br><br>Nodding his dark head, he arched a black brow. "That's the only one you're allowed today. You break one more C-light bulb, and I'm going to take it out of your pretty little ass." She smirked as she grabbed a dustpan. "You've never seen me arse, how do you know it's pretty?" He couldn't help but smirk back as he leaned against the doorjamb. "I don't have to see it, darling, I know asses, and I'm sure yours is lovely."<br><br>Laughing, she swept the broken glass into the pan and dumped it into the dustbin. "Well, if I thought you would have any interest in a lady's arse, I might just show it to you." Dominic gave her a snort and headed back into the studio as his hapless assistant cleaned up her mess. He stood and gazed through the viewfinder of the camera, making a lens adjustment, then stepped out to the set to adjust the lighting. He was shooting a still shot, maximizing his time while waiting for the models to get ready. He tilted a spotlight a fraction of an inch, then gazed through the viewfinder again. Donning a pair of leather gloves, he adjusted the angle of the sterling silver handcuffs he was shooting, taking care not to transfer fingerprints or dust to the highly reflective surface.<br><br>Tucking his shoulder length hair behind his ears and stripping off the gloves, Dominic took one final look through the viewfinder, then pressed the shutter. The rapid clicking of the camera was the only sound in the room, and with a smile on his full lips, he knew instinctively he had the shot he wanted. There was no better photographer at work in London today; Dominic LeClerc could make the simplest object compelling and exquisite. <br><br>It had taken forever, and all the weight of a long friendship, for David to convince Dominic to shoot his catalog. Although Dominic was American by citizenship, with a French father and Italian mother he was fairly cosmopolitan; he and his parents had lived all over the world before he finally settled in America as an adult. After a case in which his work had been taken to the Supreme Court in America as an example of indecency but was vindicated as freedom of expression, Dominic had found it more comfortable to work in Europe. He was fond of saying that although the Supreme Court was on his side, the U.S. was simply too young a country to appreciate erotica. They preferred sentimentality to beauty. Treacly calendars with ivy-covered cottages and flowers in vases, or even worse, babies in animal costumes were all that some Americans deserved in Dominic’s opinion.<br><br>He was welcomed to the London art scene with open arms, the much-publicized court case having made him an instant celebrity. Although he disdained the renown, he did appreciate the fact that it brought his work to the attention of collectors such as David. Working almost exclusively in the area of his own personal interest, Dominic created beautiful male erotica; he could photograph a nude with all the delicacy of a rare orchid, and yet use the same model to produce a shot of graphic sexual power, so raw that it raised disturbing doubts in the minds of men who had never considered another man’s body as sexually arousing.<br><br>Of course, that just amused Dominic to no end. David Winthrop was an entrepreneur in high-end erotic toys and a noted patron of the arts; he was also a connoisseur when it came to erotica. He had already purchased several of Dominic LeClerc’s pieces before he had finagled his way into meeting the artist at a gallery opening. Recognizing their similar interests, they soon became friends. David wasn’t shy about badgering Damian to shoot several of the items he offered for sale, and when he’d seen the results, he continued to pressure the artist until he’d agreed to photograph the entire catalog. Taking an ordinary item such as handcuffs, Dominic had created a simple but elegant set and lit the cuffs so that the metal dazzled with a seductive promise that he knew no submissive or Dom would be able to resist.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 01:55:00</strong>
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				"If you embarrass me, boy..." David snarled in a low voice into DJ's ear.&nbsp; "I will make sure that you won't be able to sit down for the rest of your life!"&nbsp; The threat came out of the other man's mouth easily, and without hesitance.&nbsp; A trained reaction that came with the kind of steel that had taken over David's heart, causing him to become cruel and emotionless.&nbsp; He only cared about a person based on what they could do for him, and sadly enough, DJ wasn't any different, despite the fact that at one point, the younger man had cared very much for him, and had such high hopes as to where a relationship between him and David could go.<br><br>"Do I make myself clear?" David's voice was as hard as ever as he grabbed a handful of DJ's hair, tugging his head backward roughly to illicit some sort of an answer from the younger man.&nbsp; David was a man that was used to getting what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid of using force to get those things.&nbsp; "Answer me, you worthless slut!"&nbsp; David hissed, his voice dangerously low now, a tone that signaled to DJ that he had best answer unless he wanted what was coming to him.<br><br>"Y...Yes...S-sirr..." DJ choked out, trying to not show the other man that he was crying.&nbsp; Crying was something that David loathed.&nbsp; He always thought of crying as showing weakness, and weakness was not something that he wanted in his submissive, he had said time and time again.&nbsp; It was because of this, that DJ had learned to let himself close the world off when David was dealing with him.&nbsp; He was used to shutting his feelings down and going inside his head, not thinking about anything that was going on at the present time.&nbsp; It was healthier that way because at least, it kept DJ from constantly reminding himself of the pain that he suffered each and every day for a man that didn't really give a care in the world to what he was going through.<br><br>"Good..." David said, his voice a sneer now.&nbsp; "You be a good little slut and I might actually let you watch later when Justin and I fuck..."&nbsp; The Justin that he was talking about was a regular stripper that he had met at one of the clubs in town.&nbsp; Justin liked being tossed around, and David, being the kind of person that he was, loved giving him such cruel attentions.&nbsp; Justin was way past the point of being a painslut, and an emotional void was were the only two reasons why David kept him around.&nbsp; He served David's purposes of further breaking down DJ's mind.<br><br>His hand raised to the other man's face, stroking his cheek slowly, which seemed a bit uncharacteristic for him.&nbsp; But, the gesture was short-lived as he grabbed DJ's jaw hard, forcing his head up to look at him.&nbsp; "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked.&nbsp; "You'd like being showed how to do things right, wouldn't you, my little fucktoy?"&nbsp; As he finished his sentence, his hand wandered down to DJ's member, giving it a firm, painful squeeze, which caused the younger boy to cry out softly.<br><br>DJ bit down hard on his lip, tasting blood as he did so.&nbsp; He was starting to go off into that place where nothing and no one mattered, and barely noticed that David had taken hold of his arm hard enough to leave bruises and was now leading him into the main room where the whole production was to take place.&nbsp; Once inside, David forced DJ down to his knees, leaving him to the side as he went off and approached Dominic.<br><br>"Is everything all set?" he asked the other man, his face not the angry picture that it was when he was talking to DJ just a few short moments ago.&nbsp; "Our little model here is ready," David said, a snicker in his voice as he gestured to the side where a kneeling DJ waited.&nbsp; "You can use him as you wish, and he likes it rough, so don't worry about that.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll have no problem getting him to be the natural slut that he is..."&nbsp; <br><br>David's head turned to look at DJ, who had his own head bowed and was visibly trembling with fear, despite himself.&nbsp; "Isn't that right?" he asked, his voice loud enough now for the other man across the room to hear him clearly.<br><br>"Y-yes,&nbsp; Sir.." he whispered, managing to keep the stutter in his voice to a minimum.&nbsp; He wished that the floor would open up so he could just sink in it and die.&nbsp; He had never been so humiliated in his life and merely wished for this to be over.&nbsp; He wanted to somehow wake up from this miserable dream and realize that he truly wasn't being made to go through this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 13:57:45</strong>
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				As Dominic checked his light meter against the backdrop, he saw two figures emerge from the dressing room. David insisted on using his boy as one of the models, and it was all the same to Dominic, as long as the lad could stand up to the hot lights and the often times boring pace of the shoot. Photographing live models wasn't quite the steamy affair sometimes depicted in sleazy porn. It was tedious, boring, and exhausting, as the models were expected to hold poses for long stretches of time, in seemingly uncomfortable positions. <br><br>He conferred with Bettina over the light meter, agreeing with her suggestion to add a second slave light to the one already in place. As she headed to the equipment room, Dominic sent up a silent prayer that she not knock anything over. He glanced over with a nod when David approached him, and informed him that the boy was ready. At David's offer, Dominic gave him a sardonic grin.<br><br>"I don't play with the models, David, as you are well aware." He remarked as he selected several different lenses from the dozen set out on the table. "Isn't that why you hired me?" To Dominic's relief, Bettina emerged from the equipment room unscathed, the slave light in her hand and she began to set it up on the floor near where the boy was kneeling. “Although exactly why you badgered me into this, I'll never understand.” He murmured, again pushing back his shoulder-length hair while making his way to the camera stand. “I’ve got to be at least twice as expensive as any product photographer, and three times as slow.”<br><br>He affixed the lens to the camera and adjusted it, then finally turned his attention to the boy kneeling on the floor. Crossing over, he kneeled and looked into DJ's face, fingers lifting the boy's chin and turning his head slightly back and forth. Then settling back on his heels, he turned with a frown. <br><br>"Bettina!" He yelled, noting how the boy jumped. "We'll need makeup for this one." Then crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at DJ for a long minute before his assistant brought over her makeup case. "No...this won't do." He murmured, not to anyone in particular. He slipped arms around the boy's neck and unbuckled the studded collar, removing it. Normally he wouldn't touch another Dom's boy, especially to remove a collar, but he knew the collar was only for show, and David did give him permission to handle the boy in any way he saw fit. <br><br>He was aware of David's treatment of his subs, having been witness to it over the years they had been friends. This boy wasn't the first he had seen left crying under David's punishment, and he probably wouldn't be the last. He wasn't oblivious to the boy's tears and signs of fright, but that was between the boy and his Dom, and it wasn't Dominic's place to interfere or comment.<br><br>Bettina knelt down beside them, setting the makeup box on the floor and smiled cheerily at the tearstained lad. "Hello luv, I'm Bettina...just going to make you pretty, yeah?" Dominic stood up, the collar still dangling from his fingers and headed for a side table, where the entire product line was laid out, while Bettina chattered away to the boy as she wiped away his tears and concealed the dark circles under his eyes. Although Bettina had her faults (many of them, Dominic mused to himself) one of her strengths was her unfailingly cheery disposition, and she never failed to set a nervous model at ease. It was the reason he hired her several years ago, and they had become good friends even away from the studio.<br><br>Setting he studded collar on a side table beside others of various designs and variations, Dominic ran his hands over them until he found the one he wanted. Picking up a black velvet one, thin and delicate, and it was shaped so the ends came to a "V" at the throat, allowing the collar to lie flat. Nodding, he took the velvet collar back to where Bettina was finishing up, and knelt down. The boy looked much better, and he actually had some life in his eyes now. Dominic slipped the velvet collar around the slender throat and fastened it. "Much better." He smiled, tilting his head as he admired the way it set off the pale skin, much more attractive than the studded one. After all, that was the point, showcasing the merchandise in a way that potential buyers would salivate over owning such a fine item.<br><br>"What's your name?" He asked the boy, for Dominic had no idea, as David only referred to him as "my slave", although from the look in the boy's eyes, there was no true "Master/slave" relationship here. True slaves were happy, blissfully so in serving their Masters. This boy merely looked scared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>08-05-2009, 23:34:33</strong>
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				DJ barely noticed that his face was being turned this way and that so that this photographer's assistant could powder his face and whatnot.&nbsp; It figured that he wasn't even good looking enough to be featured in his own natural stance for this shoot.&nbsp; He had grimaced at his Master's words, when he had told the photographer that he could do what he wanted with him.&nbsp; Bracing himself, he got ready for whatever cruel treatment that this man decided to dole out to him.<br><br>He moved his head with the help of the other woman, who's touch was surprisingly gentle on his skin.&nbsp; It was the first time in almost forever that he had felt a touch so soft and tender, but then again, she didn't know him like David did.&nbsp; She didn't know how completely worthless and no good that DJ was to everyone around him.&nbsp; But then again, just as well that she didn't know.&nbsp; It would mean that it would be one less person to shun him, who didn't know his true colors.<br><br>He felt the collar being removed from his neck and he resisted the urge to whimper.&nbsp; He knew that it was just as well that he be released.&nbsp; He would be safer that way, and it would no doubt do wonders for his health, both emotional and physical to be away from David.&nbsp; The thing is, he and David had been together for a few years now, and for those few years, David was all he knew.&nbsp; He wasn't sure that he knew about what things were like outside of him.<br><br>Just as he was about to glance at David, he felt something else being slipped around his neck.&nbsp; Another collar.&nbsp; What was going on? he thought to himself, resisting the urge to go into panic mode now, and hating himself for the fact that his mind was that messed up that it went from one emotion to the other in such a quick second.&nbsp; "No," he whimpered softly, glancing up fearfully at the other man when he felt him fastening the new collar around his neck.&nbsp; He didn't want to have a new owner.&nbsp; He wouldn't survive, especially if this one was just like David, or even worse.<br><br>He backed away slowly from the other man, not wanting any part of this anymore.&nbsp; He wanted to just go home, where he could curl up in his corner and be safe.&nbsp; This was so much out of his comfort zone that he was having trouble adjusting.&nbsp; He hadn't been around that many people, most except for David and Justin.&nbsp; The fact that David only took him out occasionally accounted for his fright of people.&nbsp; He wasn't trusting of anyone, even those that really didn't have any kind of ulterior motive for hurting him.<br><br>He gasped as he felt the familiar tight grip of David's hand on his arm.&nbsp; He pushed him back towards Dominic, try as DJ might to stay where he was.&nbsp; "Don't embarrass me boy," David hissed quietly in his ear as he held tightly to the other man's arm, holding him in place in front of Dominic.<br><br>DJ whimpered softly, and bit back the sound that wanted to come out of his mouth.&nbsp; With a slight nod, more out of fear than anything else, he bowed his head again, in Dominic's direction.&nbsp; "I..I...beg your forgiveness, Sir," he whispered, each voice coming out carefully from his mouth.&nbsp; "I...I was not thinking..." These were the same words that had fallen on David's deaf ears time and time again, and DJ prayed that it would not be the same with Dominic.&nbsp; But still, he braced himself for the slap across the face that usually followed such apologies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 06:16:51</strong>
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				"That's quite alright." Dominic murmured to the boy, as he observed the young man's obvious distress and David's hissed anger in response. As it wasn't Dominic's place to tell David how to handle his boy, he knew the best thing would be to keep his mouth shut. On the other hand, he was a professional, used to working with other professionals, and this boy was obviously in no shape to be photographed. The lad exuded fright and unease, not to mention he could barely stay still. There was no way in hell Dominic could get the shot he wanted with the boy in the state he was in.<br><br>"Bettina!" He shouted for the girl, not angrily but loudly, as she almost always wore her IPod while she worked and it was the only way he could get her attention. In her haste to see what Dominic needed, the jovial assistant tripped over a power cord, sending a light stand dangerously wobbling before she yanked it back upright. Dominic sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; he could feel a migraine coming on.<br><br>"Darling, take David down to the coffee shop for a latte' and bring me back a regular coffee, please." His studio was on the second floor of the building, the first containing a cafe and a small bookstore, so daily trips for coffee and sandwiches were commonplace. His request today however, was two-fold; he really did need some coffee, but even more important, the errand would get David out of the way and perhaps he could calm the lad down enough to get a few shots, otherwise the day would be wasted. If anything annoyed Dominic, it was a wasted day of work. He pulled a 10p note out of his wallet and tossed it to the girl. "There's no rush, take your time." He gazed at her, brow raised until she smiled and nodded, the unspoken signal sent and received. She would keep David away from the studio as long as possible.<br><br>"David, go relax and have a latte' with Bettina while I get some work done. No need for you stand around here bored to tears." He insisted, albeit goodheartedly. "I can assure you your pet in is safe hands." Dominic smiled indulgently at his friend, but there was a steely strength behind his words that indicated he expected nothing less than agreeance. <br><br>Once the studio door slammed shut, and the two were on their way downstairs, Dominic headed over to the boy. "He's gone...you're welcome to relax if you care to." Peering at him, Dominic tucked hair behind his ears again and took a glance through the camera viewfinder, making an adjustment. "You never told me your name." He remarked in a slightly scolding tone, hoping that at least might grab the boy's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 16:51:33</strong>
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				DJ's emotions were a bit torn as he watched David leave the room with the photographer's assistant.&nbsp; He didn't want to be away from his Master, because for one, he didn't know that this new man in the room with him would be capable of doing.&nbsp; However, he was quite glad for the little bit of a reprieve that he had gotten away from David, and was happy that the other man had picked up on his distress quite readily.&nbsp; He was even more&nbsp; surprised to find that this other man was actually able to get his Master to leave, and without so much as a bit of protest.<br><br>When the photographer asked him a question, DJ had to resist the urge to cringe at the tone that the other man possessed.&nbsp; He couldn't quite seem to shake the nervous feeling that he got from whoever he was around now.&nbsp; He always seemed to expect them to be just like David, if not worse.<br><br>Pondering for a moment, he tried to figure out whether or not this man could be trusted enough to be told his name.&nbsp; He was tempted to lie, and make up a name, but he knew that things would backfire, if David were to come back,a dn call him something else.&nbsp; He knew better than to lie, and to lie to a Dominant would be much worse.&nbsp; Hesitatingly, he looked down at his hands, and then looked back up tentatively in the other man's direction.&nbsp; He braced himself for the scold that might come as a result of such bold actions.<br><br>"D...D...DJ..." he stammered out softly, before promptly returning his head to it's original bowed position, staring at the floor.&nbsp; He didn't want to cause trouble for himself.&nbsp; He had never meant to be a burden to anyone, but sometimes that was the way that he felt.&nbsp; This man, didn't deserve to have such a burden placed upon him.&nbsp; He didn't need to be entangled in whatever was going on with him.&nbsp; It would do neither of them any good.<br><br>"I...I promise, Sir..." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.&nbsp; "I do...do not wish to waste your time..." he continued, pausing to think carefully on how he was to word what he wanted to say to the other man.&nbsp; "I...I will try my&nbsp; best to be...as..accommodating as I can," he said in the same hushed tones.&nbsp; "Just...please...Understand that this is not a comfortable position for me..." he finished softly, biting his bottom lip.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew of the risks that he was taking by speaking so freely with another Dominant, but he at least needed to make sure that the photographer knew at least a tiny hint of the reasonings for his behavior.&nbsp; He didn't want the photographer to think that he was being disrespectful or refusing to do what he asked, he just wanted someone to know of his discomfort.&nbsp; Not that he actually expected anyone to care, he added bleakly in his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Torch</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 18:24:00</strong>
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				"DJ." Dominic murmured, nodding. Then he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and brought it over to where the boy was kneeling, along with a soft pillow. He tossed the pillow on the floor in front of the boy. "Place this under your knees, DJ. I know the floor is hard, and I want you to be comfortable." He stood silently, watching the young man, making sure he did exactly as he was asked. Dominic used a measured, authoritative tone with the boy, but he wasn't harsh, not by any means. He knew the lad wouldn't scratch his own nose unless he was given permission, so Dominic would make sure to make his commands clear and concise, so that the lad would have no trouble following them. As the young man situated himself on the pillow, Dominic took a seat in the chair. He crossed one knee and his hands lay folded simply in his lap. <br><br>"Look at me, DJ." He waited until the boy gathered enough courage to raise his head. "That's much better. I'm going to explain exactly what is going to happen, so that you won't be afraid. I will tell you before I touch you, and I promise I won't ask you to do anything I don't think you can handle. I promised David that you would be safe in my hands, and I always keep my promises. Do you understand?" His brown eyes gazed down into the boy's face in all seriousness. Dominic could not proceed with his work unless the model knew exactly what was going to happen, and with this boy, Dominic had to be doubly sure.<br><br>Once he had the lad's softly worded "Yes, sir.", Dominic rose from the chair and stood over the young man. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to touch you now." He slowly reached out and began stroking the blond hair gently with his long fingers, petting the lad in praise. "That's a good boy." Dominic knew it was important for a bottom to be praised, something he knew David was loathe to do. He spent long minutes petting the soft blond hair, hoping that it would relax the lad enough so that they could begin to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Is It Possible To Fix What's Been Damaged?  {Torch &amp; Pixilicious}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 19:12:27</strong>
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				When Dominic had said that he was going to touch him, DJ expected the touches to be sexual in nature.&nbsp; He had expected to be fondled, and squeezed, and not in a pleasant manner.&nbsp; Instead, he found himself being petted on the head like he was being rewarded for doing something good.&nbsp; The only thing was, he couldn't remember doing something that was worthy of this kind of praise.&nbsp; He couldn't remember the last time he had been treated in such this manner either.&nbsp; David was not kind, and didn't believe in kind treatment.&nbsp; He used harsh disciplined tactics to get the obedience from his slaves that he wished.&nbsp; The faint scars and marks on DJ's body proved that.&nbsp; It was another thing that DJ hated.&nbsp; The fact that David had not only damaged his body, but he did it in such a way that no one else would ever want him either.<br><br>"You...you are not afraid to touch me," DJ whispered, his voice full of awe, mixed in with a bit of disbelief.&nbsp; "You mustn't touch me," he said a second later, conviction creeping into his voice this time.&nbsp; "I am not worthy of being touched," he said, the conviction leaving his voice, being replaced by a hint of sadness this time.&nbsp; I am not worthy of being touched.&nbsp; It is true.&nbsp; Master has told me so...It must be true," he said again, convincing himself of the validity of the staement because of the mere fact that David had said it.&nbsp; "Please..." he whispered.&nbsp; "I do not want you to get yourself soiled by touching someone such as me.&nbsp; It's better off this way, I know it is..."<br><br>He had enjoyed the other man's touch quite a bit, and he wanted more of the touch that he had gone so long without it, but he felt that he didn't deserve it.&nbsp; He felt that he shouldn't have been touched like that.&nbsp; He sighed softly, averting his eyes as he realized what he had done.&nbsp; He had denied a Dominant something that the Dominant had wanted to do, which was touch him.&nbsp; Immediately, a look of shame came across his face.&nbsp; "I am sorry, Sir," he said, fear creeping back into his voice.&nbsp; "Forgive me...I was not thinking," he whispered.&nbsp; "You...you may do whatever it is you wish to me, and I should not have complained," he told the other man softly.&nbsp; "Please forgive me for my out of line behavior," he pleaded with Dominic gently.&nbsp; "I will take whatever punishment you deem necessary for such a transgression," he whispered, swallowing hard as he thought about what he had just asked.
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