If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]
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				Title: <strong>If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>04-07-2009, 08:53:23</strong>
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				God, but the streets were dirty. It was a good thing that he'd been promoted to one of the best boys in the club - it meant that he didn't have to stand on the street corner in itty-bitty shorts and beckon men inside with a coy smile and a flick of his hips anymore. Those days were behind him. No, he had the honor, the privilege...of a large bed with rumpled sheets and and tiny room in which it fit. He had his own bathroom, a tiny little room with a shower in the corner and a stink and toilet, and a dresser that held some clothes but mostly costumes. <br><br>Scoffing at this percieved 'honor', Robin, billed as 'cute tight Robbie', sat on the edge of the bed. He got up a few minute later and smoothed out the sheets, making it up once again, waiting until his last client came before he changed the sheets. <br><br>The headboard was nice, at least, a good thick wood headboard. It was marred by a few hooks where his hands could be cuffed and then restrained, a bit battle-scarred, but nice enough. The comforter was a thick, dark red, made of crushed velvet. It was supposed to invoke luxury but the neon lights pouring in and painting the cracks in the walls yellow and purple and a horrible dayglo pink ruined it. <br><br>There were no pictures on the walls, and the chair in the corner had a bathroom draped over it, though the room itself was quite clean. He looked at himself in the floor-to ceiling mirror, watching himself. <br><br>He looked younger than the seventeen that he was, with wide eyes that were a startling shade of green, flecked through with gold. His lashes were dark and thick, framing the eyes beautifully, hair inky, inky black. The boss had made him grow it out past his shoulders, so men could grab at it, pull his head back and ride him.<br><br>The boss liked to call his hair his 'reins'. <br><br>He was pale, slim, and would probably never grow past five foot five. His legs were long, though, body well-proportioned, cheekbones high and exotic and lips full, the soft cupids bow that so many girls wanted. He frowned and stood up, pulling his robe about him, lighting a cigarette. <br><br>His eighteenth birthday was coming up, and he was already booked for the night by regular clients. His last one had just left - an overweight, earnest man, one who loved to tell Robbie how much he adored him and wished he was his son. Robbie hated the man - he scared him - but the pay was good and his boss always gave him a bit of heroin or cocaine or whatever he had on him as a reward afterwards. <br><br>He didn't need it now, though, so instead dropped the robe once more, tugged on a pair of tight, ripped blue jeans, showing more skin than they hid, and a white tank-top. He left his dark hair free, heading to the front where he knew the manager would be manning the bar and checking people in. He headed down to the counter that served as both bar and welcoming or reception area, and smiled faintly, though it never reached his cold eyes, the exhaustion clear on his slim face. "Can I have a few shots of vodka?"<br><br>It was well known that Robbie was the boss' favorite, and rumors abounded that the boy had never done drugs until the boss started him on them, to make sure he'd never leave. Robbie rarely got to sleep - late nights and early mornings were spent with the boss - and the days and nights were mostly spent with clients. Mid-day was his respite, but now, he had a rare break between clients that he was choosing to spend at the bar instead of in bed, too disgusted with himself to sleep right now. "How're you doing?" Robbie asked the manager with that same friendly smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 02:48:20</strong>
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				A man with long hair, wearing a grey, sweat stained tank top sits looking over a SM porn mag. Nothing out but the occasional businessman looking for a quick lunchtime blowjob.&nbsp; His jeans are worn, and his boots are propped up on the counter.<br><br>He rides herd on the boys and handles problem clients.&nbsp; His dark hair and trimmed beard are threaded with grey.&nbsp; Tattoos cover his upper arms, chest, and back.&nbsp; He was once seriously buff, but is beginning to show his age.&nbsp; He is by no means fat, but has lost the delineation he had once been proud of.&nbsp; <br><br>"Quick one, this time, ah? Goin to be a busy night.”&nbsp; He tossed the porn mag onto the bar and moves to reach the vodka bottle.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Better you sleep while you haf the chance."&nbsp; &nbsp;Sig pours him his drink and sets it in front of him on the counter.<br><br>Like Robbie and most of the other boys; he lost his innocence at a very early age.&nbsp; It is all about the rush. The sex. The drugs. The action of the street. The easy access to his every vice.&nbsp; Most of the trade here is men looking for boys; there are certain clients that enjoy bigger, stronger, and more......jaded meat.<br>His room is bigger, more secure...and set up for his own special clients.&nbsp; &nbsp;One long, narrow room with a single window ...and a light blocking windowshade.&nbsp; The pegged racks on the wall were meant for clothing, but in his room, they hold a breath taking variety of tools whose only use is to cause pain to a human body.&nbsp; The steel rings that are placed strategically around the wall are bolted into masonary.&nbsp; Like all the rooms there, it is sparse.&nbsp; The walls are painted black.&nbsp; There is a large mattress and box spring on the floor in the back, covered in a somewhat mangy brown fake fur spread. and two large chests along the opposite wall.&nbsp; There is a laptop computer on a small wooden table from the same century as the wooden chair.&nbsp; A small shower and toilet is off to the side.&nbsp; Not much room for furniture, but it is rent free.&nbsp; The boys are easily persueded for favors; and any drug one would wish for was easily obtained right out front of the place.&nbsp; This is the kind of neighborhood people visit to do things they shouldn’t.&nbsp; Those things filled his tenant’s pockets, and his as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 05:09:52</strong>
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				Robbie drank the vodka on its on - hard, smooth, and cold - gulping it down before holding his glass out for a refill. "Foul. The last client..." he looked over his shoulder to make sure that the man had indeed left out the front door and wasn't lingering about, "...he likes me to pretend I'm his son. Call him daddy, and stuff."<br><br>Robbie's slim throat bobbed as he took a slower sip this time, leaning his head on his hand, massaging his temples. He was young, so young, his eyes still wide and baleful like a lamb's though he himself felt jaded. <br><br>"An' tonight I gotta..." he flushed, shaking his head, "Boss wants me to come by his office."<br><br>Easy enough to know that the boss wanted him.<br><br>The man was unusually possessive of Robbie - he rarely let the young man leave the building without Sig or himself, kept him close by his side with drugs and gifts. <br><br>"Don't wanna sleep, anyways." Robin mumbled quietly, pushing some hair out of his eyes. <br><br>The disgust with himself was clear on the young face, resting his chin in a slim palm. The boss came down the stairs, quickly, a slim man with a sharp face that drew a striking resemblence to Robbie himself. Both had dark hair and pale skin and slim, lithe bodies. The boss looked at Sig, smirked a bit when he realized it would be a busy night, then patted Robbie's head and ran a hand down his side in a bit more than friendly manner. "I'm meeting friends for drinks. Sig, you handle the business for tonight. Robbie, one am. Sharp. In my office."<br><br>Just as quickly, he was gone, out the door and into the seedy alley. <br><br>Robbie was just starting to explore bondage, and his customers were allowed to tie him up but only with silk ropes, and no gags of any sort. <br><br>"Do you still...I dunno, service, I guess...clients? I never see you with them."<br><br>He asked it with a quiet, curious voice, big eyes wide in the half-light of the bar, skin so very pale and smooth as the neon lights danced over him. He still did drugs by snorting them, to leave his body unmarked, so he had no real scars.<br><br>"Mmf. Next client'll be here in a few minutes. He likes that...bondage stuff. Says I look good tied up." A shiver ran down Robbie's spine. He didn't like being at the mercy of his clients, but had no choice. The boss had promised that this man could tie Robbie up, and tie him up he would. "You like bondage, right?" Robbie's voice was, as always, soft and smooth. As though when he had hit puberty his voice hadn't entirely followed, stuck on the sweet, dulcet tone that made him the top seller in the club when he moaned a client's name. <br><br>He waited for Sig's answer, sitting for a few more minutes, until the bells at the door tinkled and a paunchy, pallid man came in, suit rumpled, briefcase in hand and a plastic bag in the other, looking over at Robbie and immediately seeming to devour the young man - easily half his size - with his eyes. Robbie didn't look up for a minute, then took another shot of vodka, tense and stiff. He clearly didn't like this client, looking up a bit helplessly at Sig before getting up, "This way, Mr. Canner. The room's up these stairs..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 15:43:06</strong>
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				Sig watches as Robbie slings the licquor down.&nbsp; That long, pale neck begs to be kissed, but the boss makes it clear that Robbie is his, not that Robbie seems...enthusiastic.&nbsp; "He pays his money de the rest of dem, boy.&nbsp; Dere just words."&nbsp; He refills the glass, with a disapproving look.&nbsp; With no idea who his father had been, it is not quite the same for him.&nbsp; The only father figures in his life had misused he, and his mother, alike.&nbsp; He learned quickly that all men are pigs...himself included.&nbsp; He has no personal problem using others to fulfill his needs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He listens without comment about the appointment with the boss, that is one of the perks of being on top.&nbsp; As if drawn like the devil to the sound of his name being spoken, the slim figure appears down the stairs.&nbsp; <br>Sig nods at the Boss without comment, but glances up at Robbie's face.&nbsp; There is such hopelessness in those eyes.&nbsp; Such a drama queen.&nbsp; It could be so much worse.&nbsp; "Aye, boss...got a 10:00 o'clock.&nbsp; Hope you done by den, he's very....generous.&nbsp; And he has goods to trade."&nbsp; <br>They watch his departure, and he can feel the boy relax. <br>He allows a thin smile at the naive question.&nbsp; "Got to be when he is here; somebody got to watch the shop.&nbsp; Mine like me to be rough. Don call none of dem my son.&nbsp; Dare older den yous."&nbsp; &nbsp;He pauses to put the bottle of vodka back on the rack.&nbsp; "You got to sleep, boy. He give you someting if you ask."&nbsp; His voice takes on a decidedly intimate tone. For all his show of indifference, he cares more than he will ever admit.&nbsp; <br>"Hah. Like bondage?&nbsp; Yeah, you could say dat.&nbsp; Don like an amateur fucking it up, dough.&nbsp; He better watch de rules.&nbsp; Gonna haf a talk wit dat one." His eyes narrow as he sees the suit approach.&nbsp; Again, it seems that the mere mention of a name has created a presence.&nbsp; <br>"You be careful wit our boy, here. You leave a mark on him, I leave some marks you got to explain to your wife.&nbsp; Unnerstand?"&nbsp; He walks out from behind the bar to within reach of the client as he is speaking.&nbsp; "Two fingers under de rope.&nbsp; No less.&nbsp; None around de neck, no gag.&nbsp; If I knock on the door, he had better be able to answer me.&nbsp; If not..........your ass is mine!"&nbsp; He is now face to face with the client...save for the fact he is taller.&nbsp; "Show me de rope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 07:43:01</strong>
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				Robbie took the shot that haddbeen offered once more, nodding when told that the other man was a client and that whatever he called him didn't change the fact that he paid. "I know," he mumbled softly, "I just..." he shrugged again and finished his shot. He sat quietly at the bar and looked down at the wood, rubbing at his eyes, so very tired. <br><br>"Yeah. Maybe I'll get something from the boss. Don't wanna get 'ddicted, though. To the drugs." Robbie laughed quietly to himself, "Well, more addicted."<br><br>He smiled at the change of tone, though, knowing Sig cared about him.<br><br>He nodded when told that the other man liked bondage, but not when amateurs messed it up, only to confront the man the minute he came in. The man held up the plastic bag, with what looked like a harmless rope made of a stretchy, cotton-y material, and a pair of those silly "love-cuffs", the fur-lined handcuffs. <br><br>"Yes, sir," the paunchy businessman agreed with Sig, "I'll be good to him." <br><br>Robbie stood on the stairs, now, waiting, nose wrinkled so his client couldn't see. He didn't trust him or like him. The man was strange and had been booking him more and more often lately. He was a rich man, though, a favorite of the boss and often assigned to Robbie since Robbie seemed to milk the most money out of him. <br><br>Robbie led the man up the stairs when Sig had given them the go-ahead, shutting the door behind him. He heard the man panting, softly, from eagerness and from the climb up the stairs. Robbie was harshly told to undress and when he did he was pushed back to the bed, scooting back obediently, watching as the man struggled out of his pants and suit, Robbie's milky skin bare, Mr. Canner's fleshy form sweat-stained and as unpleasant to look at as Robbie's was lovely. <br><br>"Good boy," Mr. Canner mumbled, "Such a pretty boy...I want to show you so many things...bondage, breathplay...you'll love them all. I'll pay you so well, such a good boy..." he turned Robbie onto his belly, quickly binding his wrists behind his back. Robbie allowed it, though his pulse was in his throat, hating being at the mercy of his clients. He couldn't reach the knife in the drawer. The ropes tightened and Robbie found that the cotton wasn't quite as stretchy as it felt, though he could move a bit as the ties were extended down his spine, around his knees, pulling his legs apart rather artfully. It hurt a bit. The man was hard, humping Robbie as he positioned the boy with his cheek on the comforter and his ass in the air, dark hair spreading all about him. <br><br>Mr. Canner adjusted the ropes so they arched up under Robbie's arms, under his wrists, and up to the headboard, pressing uncomfortably on either side of Robbie's neck, hooked to the headboard in a sort of loop that extended in front of Robbie's arms, then met at his shoulders in a knot, travelled down his spine to his bound wrists and elbows, bent in, then down to his spread legs. <br><br>He shoved himself into Robbie, hard, and Robbie was glad that the man had used a bit of lube. He began riding him, grabbing the dark hair, rocking the boy back. <br><br>"So good, right? So good. God, look at you..." Robbie certainly didn't like this. He didn't want to be tied up by someone he didn't trust, he wanted this to stop, now. "Sig..." he whispered, hoping the man would knock. <br><br>That was when Mr. Canner detatched that loop and let it slap back against Robbie's neck, constricting his airway in a way that wasn't pleasant at all. Mr. Canner was grunting and shoving in even harder and Robbie let out a thin whinny of fear like a colt being gelded, bucking up, Mr. Canner shoving him into the bed and riding him harder. He could feel that Mr. Canner was about to have his orgasm, but couldn't breathe, seeing little white spots at the corners of his eyes as the older man hauled back on the ropes and his hair, bending Robbie's head back at a bad angle as far as getting air was concerned. <br><br>"No, NO! No one else's name, you're MINE, now, for this hour, mine, mine!" Mr. Canner's voice was heavy in his ear as he sawed back on the rope with his hands, Robbie trembling finely, convinced he was about to die. He felt Mr. Canner orgasm at the very last second but he didn't let go of the ropes, Robbie's cheeks flushed and red, body straining. "Say it. Say my name! Not Sig, my name!" Mr. Canner was almost screaming now, but Robbie couldn't get the air to say anything at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 21:45:34</strong>
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				There is a tap at the door; the only answer he gets is the customer's command.&nbsp; The flimsy latch gives and the door flies violently open. His long legs cover the distance between the door and the bed in two steps to grab the man by the throat and fling him back against the opposite wall.&nbsp; He roars in a language Robbie has never heard.<br>He half carries-half drags the now complaining customer to his own door at the end of the hall.<br>"I paid...I paid good money for that...I want to speak to the owner!!!"<br>Once in the black room; his attitude changes.&nbsp; It begins to dawn on him that his life might be in danger.&nbsp; Before he can say a word, a dirty sock is stuffed into his mouth.<br>Ten minutes and some muffled screams later, Sig returns to Robbie's room.&nbsp; He has changed his clothing. "You okay?"&nbsp; His voice is calm, now.&nbsp; His hands explore; gently but firmly, as if checking prime livestock. "You get some sleep."&nbsp; He tosses a tiny green baggie the size of a fingerprint onto Robbie's bed.&nbsp; "I take care of&nbsp; de garbage."&nbsp; He flicks a knife quickly out of his pocket and cut the ropes up robbie's back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that the sight of Robbie tied up, his used hole vulnerable, wasn't stimulating, but this is no time to linger at the beauty of the view.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is business to take care of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 09:41:47</strong>
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				Thank God, thank God...Sig was here, and the man was off of him, that gruff voice howling something in another language. Robbie settled for getting himself together while Sig pulled the man out of the room and down the hall, still bound, but he was able to breathe now and that was what really mattered. He stifled a sob.<br><br>By the time that Sig came back and cut the ropes off of him, he was shaking faintly, eyes even wider and now shiny with tears. He clutched at Sig's pantleg to drag him a little bit closer.<br><br>The baggie had disappeared eagerly into Robbie's hand already. <br><br>It took a few hiccoughs before he could speak properly, "Don't...don't hurt him too bad, the boss...the boss likes him, he pays well." Robbie hiccouged again and a soft whine came from the slim young man. <br><br>"Thank you," he whispered quietly, using his free hand, the one not clutching Sig, to wipe his eyes. He seemed utterly unconcerned that he was naked and bare before the other man, neck a bit red, but essentially unbruised except for a faint ring at his throat and wrists. <br><br>"Make him pay up. Extra, though." Robbie swallowed hard and then tilted his eyes upwards once more, "Can I pay you back somehow? I want to." Robbie's jaw was set, eyes less damp now than before. <br><br>He was calming, slowly, the drugs held in his hand giving him something to look forward to. 
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				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 16:25:50</strong>
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				"De boss don want ones like dat.&nbsp; He pay extra, allright.&nbsp; Got his wallet, credit cards, license...ID cards."&nbsp; He pulls a roll of hundreds from his pocket; and peels a few bills off.&nbsp; He drops one on the bed, tucks one in his other pocket.&nbsp; "De boss and his friends get to deal wit him now."&nbsp; <br>Canner is hanging from Sig's wall, wrists and ankles in insitutional canvas restraints with small padlocks.&nbsp; Going nowhere, for now.&nbsp; His eyes are glazed; lost, drugged.&nbsp; Sig has dosed him.&nbsp; &nbsp;His penis and testicles, as well as the inside of his thighs, are striped with thin red and purple bruises. He will awake in a partially demolished house in the most dangerous neighborhood in town, dressed in clothing not his own.&nbsp; Acquired from an alcoholic bum...they are nearly caked with body fluids and stink of garbage.&nbsp; Curled up in a corner, a lighter, a spoon, and an empty hypo&nbsp; on the floor next to him.&nbsp; Still groggy from the heroin.&nbsp; He doesn't look much like a CEO now.&nbsp; The bruises will fade in a week; there is no permenent damage....except for the nightmares.<br>Robbie clings to his leg as though it was his anchor.&nbsp; Sig sighs, and seats himself on the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "You gonna be okay, settle, now."&nbsp; A large hand carresses Robbie's head.&nbsp; The boss will be outraged at the marks Canner left on his body, but they will heal quickly on his young body.&nbsp; He leaves much worse bruises on his regulars.<br>"Dis one won't be coming back."&nbsp; His usually gruff voice is gentle. The hand moves from Robbie's head to the full globes of his ass.&nbsp; So tempting.&nbsp; "You wanna pay me?&nbsp; You get down on dis?"&nbsp; His other hand begins to unbuckle his belt; free himself from the tight jeans.&nbsp; The bulge in those jeans is not a rolled up sock.&nbsp; He flops a wide and rapidly hardening prick out, the loose uncut skin beginning to pull back.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 07:39:40</strong>
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				The boss would indeed deal with Mr. Canner by doing just what Sig suggested. The boss was a slim young man who went by the name 'Sable', and that was it, but it was well known that he was the bastard son of one of the more affluent mob bosses around and that he had his own small army of thugs to do just what he said. He also had a sadistic streak about as long as he was tall. That, though, he saved for other boys.<br><br>Robbie was more like a pet to him, taken care of fairly well, and kept in the house at all times. The boss had something a bit...off, really, about him. His eyes were a bit blank in the way that a sociopath's might be.<br><br>He certainly had a charming smile, though, empty as a water glass. <br><br>Robbie was scared of his boss, as they all were, scared to end up one of those faceless bodies that ocasionally disappeared into the back alleys. <br><br>Robbie, though, was thinking of nothing but Sig as he sat next to him. He let the hundred dollar bill sit on the bed, and would get it later, looking unabashedly at the mouthful that Sig offered him in order to pay up. <br><br>He let the man's hand carress his smooth, pale skin, stroking and exploring the round young globes of his ass. He licked his lips, laughing softly, and then ducked his head to begin his task. <br><br>His fingertips gripped the base and held it up straight.<br><br>As blood rushed to the rod his fingertips began to massage, gently, applying pressure in veritable waves, lips sealing just around the head of Sig's cock and beginning to suck like it was candy. His tongue laved attention on the dome, licking up the weeping precum like it was the most delicious substance in the world, head bobbing a bit ad he slipped down a few inches, then a few more, until his nose bumped the other man's pelvic bone until he was blowing him with his ass in the air. <br><br>His tongue wrapped around the man's cock, almost like a spiral, having taken a few years to master that little trick. <br><br>He had clearly earned the top spot with skills like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 17:35:53</strong>
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				Sig takes in his breath sharply.&nbsp; &nbsp;Robbie works with the technical experties of a pro.&nbsp; Eyes closed, the whole of his consciensness is centering on his prick, and the contact with the hot tongue.&nbsp; The&nbsp; feeling of the boy's nose against his body is a rare treat for him.&nbsp; The customers who pay to hang on it rarely are able to swallow him whole.&nbsp; The married businessmen who crave danger with their illicit cocksucking are never as skillful.&nbsp; He toys with Robbie's raven-dark hair.&nbsp; As much as he longs to take a fistful of it and skull fuck the boy's head; he keeps his hips still, and lets Robbie fly.&nbsp; He knows that precum is flowing from him like a leaky faucet; marvels that he manages without gagging.<br>The thought of Sable dropping by unannounced and catching Sig dipping into his favorite boy...and abandoning his post at the door....is not a pleasant one.&nbsp; Though they joke about the favors he gleans from the boys, he is not entirely certain that he would approve of Robbie being on the menu.&nbsp; He is reminded of the urgency to be quick about it.&nbsp; His toes curl in his boots as the rush&nbsp; begins to overtake him. <br>"Fuck...get ready..." He whispers hoarsely.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He takes his seat next to the door, taking quick inventory of the boys on the curb and in the foyer.&nbsp; <br>That Sig quickly controlled the situation, reported to him and prepped for Sable's staff...will please him. The roll of extra cash....mostly hundreds... Sig will turn over to him will soothe his anger just a bit more.&nbsp; There will be a reward; the boss is quick to encourage loyalty.&nbsp; <br>His mind flicks briefly to his 10:00 appointment. Damn.&nbsp; He will have to wait until afterwards to get seriously high.&nbsp; This one is paying for a hard core session.&nbsp; No sex...he is obsessive about transmission. It is the danger he craves, the physical sensations that will ease his mental stress.&nbsp; Very hush hush; even he is not given the man's name.&nbsp; He suspects it is one of Sables' mob connections; someone who would put a bullet in his head rather than risk him talking.&nbsp; This kind of job he has done before; he must put his own safety out of his head to play his part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 06:51:55</strong>
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				Robbie's head works up and down like one of those silly dipping-bird toys that were so popular in the fifties. He had no trouble swallowing the other man whole, lips working all the way down to the base, moaning softly to let the vibrations run down Sig's length. The same tricks that the boss enjoyed were now being turned on the man who kept them all safe. <br><br>Robbie had no need to nod when told to get ready, merely redoubling his efforts, throat gulping down what sprayed out so furiously and coated the back of his throat. His throat bobbed heavily for a few seconds.<br><br>Finally he pulled back, zipped Sig up, and sat back. <br><br>He looked at the packet of drugs and decided that he would go down to the bar for a bit first, then come back up. He tossed on jeans, wanting some vodka to rinse his mouth out with, tugging on a black tank top this time. <br><br>A slim young man entered the establishment, taking his black hat and coat off carefully, slipping them onto the knobs prepared for his, and only his, coats. It was Sable himself, back a bit early, heading to the bar. "Did we make a good haul tonight? How much money did we get?" Cultured voice, sharp eyes, pleasant face that veered just this side of feminine and probably was one of the reasons he was such a terribly bitter young man. <br><br>And then he saw Robbie. <br><br>His eyes narrowed, and he took two brief steps forwards as the young man skirted him to sit at the bar. "Sig. His neck. His wrists." He pointed at the faint bruising there, bruising that would be gone in the week, "What, exactly, happened to him?"<br><br>Robbie picked up a cup and held it out silently, a quiet plea for vodka. A tall man entered behind Sable, good-looking, pale-haired and equally pale-eyed. He headed upstairs immediately, toward Sable's bedroom. "I won't need you tonight, Robbie. Get some rest." It was unspoken - Sable bottomed sometimes too, to get what he wanted, and the man heading up the stairs would probaby provide something that they all wanted. Drugs, maybe. Or some other favor. "Sig, explain what happened to me, please. Have you taken care of the problem?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 14:26:11</strong>
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				"I tole him de rules, checked his ropes, I go up dere and he has a rope around de boy's neck."&nbsp; Sig shakes his head. "Got de ones on his body too tight, as well.&nbsp; So I give him a little taste...marked him up good.&nbsp; Called Ed and Tony.&nbsp; De came to get him."&nbsp; He pulls the wad of cash from his pocket, and puts it in Sable's hand, along with the credit cards and personal information that Canner's wallet had contained.&nbsp; Not that Sable himself dealt in stolen ID and credit, but they both knew the trade value of such items.&nbsp; He knew the roll of hundreds would please Sable, even though the news did not.<br>He goes behind the bar to grab the open bottle of vodka, and fills Robbie's glass.<br>Sable's fair haired friend is known to him.&nbsp; Newly returned from Bogeta on a private pleasure boat, the drugs would flow freely tonight.&nbsp; As he suspected. Sable examins Robbie again, then throws a fat baggie on the counter next to where Sig stands.&nbsp; He pockets it without even glancing down at it.<br>"De marks will be gone in a few days.&nbsp; Not so bad.&nbsp; Canner?&nbsp; It will be weeks before he can show his dick to his wife."&nbsp; A grin spread across his face.&nbsp; The neoprene rubber serpent's tongue he used had left painful and long-lasting color.&nbsp; He will use it again in a few hours, for pay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 14:35:12</strong>
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				Sable flickered long white fingers over the ID in his hands as well as the credit cards, then pocketed them along with the roll of hundreds, fishing a thick baggie out of his pocket. Sig picked it up without checking it and he dropped a few more hundreds onto the counter, "For the job well done," Sable said as he gave Robbie's head a distracted pat then went to go earn the drugs that kept this place so very alive and so very popular. <br><br>Robbie took a deep sip of the vodka, smiling, particularly content now that he was with Sig and Sable had gone upstairs. Sabe seemed displeased about the marks on Robbie but it would give the boy a few days of rest.<br><br>Robbie beamed up at Sig with a now mostly-clean mouth.<br><br>"Thanks," he mumbled as he took another cold sip of vodka, resting his head on his hand and stifling an exhausted yawn. <br><br>His dark hair was still rumpled from Sig's fingers.<br><br>Now that Sable was busy - the rhythmic rocking of a headboard hitting the wall could be heard - Robbie tilted his head to the side. "Maybe," he said tentatively, "Maybe I could try bondage with you, sometime? Some of the other boys..." Some of the few who would talk to him, since most saw Robbie as competition, and would be quite cruel to him, "...said it was really good. I'd like to try it but every time I've had it done it was by someone who didn't know what they were doing."<br><br>Robbie offered a little smile, downing the rest of his glass of vodka, cheeks flushed. It had been a big glass on top of the shots he had taken earlier, and he was drunk enough that he'd probably find the stairs a bit difficult, being so small - though his tightness was courtesy of this - and his alcohol tolerance was just about zero.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 21:57:34</strong>
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				The bills did not sit long on the counter, they too were swept as subtley as possible into his pocket.&nbsp; He is still enjoying the warm, peaceful hormonal high Robbie has provided him.&nbsp; Definately a party tonight.&nbsp; Too tempting.&nbsp; He figures he can afford to snort a little before his appointment.&nbsp; Not too much, but just enough to tweak his sadistic streak.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dropcloth, candles, lighter, straight razor, foam, basin. Narrow hardwood paddle.&nbsp; Neoprene rubber flogger.&nbsp; <br>So adorable, with his rumpled hair, yawning.&nbsp; Looks like he should be cuddled; this environment prohibits such tender thoughts. Best to concentrate on the acts that will be soon be required of him.&nbsp; Easy to say, not so easy to do with the banging going on upstairs.&nbsp; He coughs to hide a laugh.&nbsp; He hears the young man's words early enough to catch up on the sentiment.<br>Yeah?&nbsp; You need to know some tings, top or bottom, before you do it safe.&nbsp; Hafen't killed anyone yet.&nbsp; I come close to de line a few times.&nbsp; Don't choke anyone out anymore."&nbsp; Sig reaches over and straightens Robbie's hair a bit.&nbsp; "I tie you up, you are gonna want me to do it all the time."&nbsp; He smiles fondly. "Yeah, I'll do it, if you like.&nbsp; Want to be stone cold sober den.&nbsp; You need to know when to speak up; keep yourself alife.&nbsp; And when it is safe to do it just for de high."&nbsp; He glances around, quickly, there are no customers there at the moment.&nbsp; <br>"Watch de door for me, Robbie.&nbsp; Just a moment; gotta go take a piss."&nbsp; He gestures to his nose, and slides around the corner of the bar to the men's room.&nbsp; It looks to him like Robbie will pass out cold before long, and hurries about his mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 07:29:35</strong>
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				"Maybe tomorrow," Robbie said while Sig smoothed his hair back with a broad hand, making him smile gently at the tender gesture, "Sable's going out of town for a few days with his, uh..." the headboard slammed into the wall once more, "...friend. We could try it then. I'll be sober in the morning. Or afternoon, I guess."<br><br>Moring, really, wasn't a time that he understood. He didn't do mornings - he was usually sleeping through them, as often as he could. Robbie didn't do much by daylight these days anymore.<br><br>Robbie lay his head on the bar when Sig went to go to the bathroom.<br><br>He drained the last of his glass - a rather large one for the rather small young man - then pillowed his head on his arms. The next thing he knew, he was enveloped in sweet, warm blackness. Luckily no one tried to come in the door. At least, no one that Robbie noticed, half-unconscious in the small bar-room.<br><br>"Mmmf..."<br><br>Robbie mumbled something, flopped his head to the other side, then fell back into the sweet embrace of sleep. He woke, though, a few seconds later as Sable cried out something in another language - signalling his release - mingled with a sharp grunt from the man who was clearly topping him. <br><br>Robbie sat up, fished the little packet of drugs out of his pocket, then tapped out the powder onto the counter. He snorted them up - every last grain - leaving only the crumpled baggie on the counter. That was when a heavy rush hit him, and he felt like he was being dragged down through a well, drowning in blackness.<br><br>His small body hit the ground but he was unconscious before that.<br><br>He would be fine, but the liquor and drugs combined were a heady combination that was certain to keep the young man asleep for at least a good eight hours. He lay curled on the floor, a hand under his head, the other clenched loosely at his side, long legs folded up and under the barstool that he had crumpled around. He was, most certainly, going to need help getting to his room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 02:06:07</strong>
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				"Robbie?&nbsp; Fuck!"<br>Gone but for a few moments to taste a bit of his own nose candy, he is stoked.&nbsp; He returns, moments later, to see no one at the front.&nbsp; It is not until he takes a few more steps that he sees Robbie on the floor.&nbsp; As he comes closer, he sees the crumpled baggie next to the empty vodka glass.&nbsp; Ah.&nbsp; &nbsp;The boy is out cold.....and will be for a while.&nbsp; <br>Sig sighs and picks up the limp load. <br>His sleeping charge tucked away, he returns to his post, and rinses the vodka glass in the tiny sink beneath the bar.&nbsp; There is a slightly dusty spot on the bar next to the baggie, he flicks a damp finger across it and licks it before dropping the baggie in the trash.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He has changed clothing while upstairs, it is getting close to ten.&nbsp; He is shirtless, and wears only black leather chaps over a studded jockstrap.&nbsp; His long hair is pulled back in a braid, out of the way.<br>"Good evening."&nbsp; A voice greeted him from inside the room, wired, he nearly jumps out of his skin.&nbsp; A man in a tailored suit is seated across the small room, waiting, casually.&nbsp; He had been motionless, nearly invisible in the dim light of the room.&nbsp; He looks Sig over curiously.&nbsp; "I believe this is the place.&nbsp; Are you Sig?"&nbsp; His eyes carress the muscular, tattooed arms with obvious approval.<br>"I yam.&nbsp; An you?"&nbsp; <br>"I believe we have an appointment"<br>As if on cue, Sable emerges...looking somewhat red faced and rumpled.&nbsp; He sees Sig, and the man relaxing in the corner, and motions up the stairs with a turn of his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;He seats himself on the barstool behind the bar and pulls out a cell phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 06:43:12</strong>
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				Robbie rolled about in his bed, comfortably, tugging the blankets up to his chin and wadding them about him like he was in a cocoon the second that he was placed down by Sig. He would loll, mostly unconscious, through a good eight hours before he would find the energy to wake up and get himself out of bed. He thought of nothing whatsoever.<br><br>Sable, meanwhile, gestured up at the stairs and commenced to speak quietly into his phone. He looked well-used. His hair was rumpled and his clothes wrinkled as though the sex had certainly been good.<br><br>Robbie woke, well after the sun rose, stumbling into the bathroom.<br><br>He took a luxuriously long shower as he didn't have to pay the water bills, then headed downstairs, knowing that Sable had gone off and wouldn't be back for a while. He had on a white tank top and a pair of shorts - if they could be called that.<br><br>They were the shorts that he used to wear when standing on the corner and enticing men into the club.<br><br>They only covered about half of his ass, showing off those perfectly round globes for full effect, lifting and cradling and doing what a good pair of shorts should do. It was typical wear around the club.<br><br>He walked downstairs barefoot, seeking out Sig behind the bar, wondering if he wanted to try the bondage today now that Sable was out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 14:22:00</strong>
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				Sig is sitting at his post, leafing through yet another porn magazine.&nbsp; He does a double take seeing Robbie come down the stairs, and whistles through his teeth. "Thinking of going out?"&nbsp; He knows, as well as Robbie knows, that it is forbidden.&nbsp; Sable was very specific.&nbsp; As fond as Sig is of Robbie...he can no more let him leave the premisis than abandon it to escort him.<br>Horny as hell this morning.&nbsp; Last night's customer got what he paid for.&nbsp; The cash...shared with Sable, as the boy's earnings...was his only payment.&nbsp; Not that he minds performing for pay; but usually the client wants to satisfy him sexually as part of the gig.&nbsp; Not this one.&nbsp; Damn closet case.&nbsp; He felt the surge of excitement in the man as he pressed his crotch against him.&nbsp; He also saw the man's mouth move in readiness to call a halt to it.&nbsp; He wanted to suck cock so bad he could barely control it, but for whatever fucked up reason...he chose to deny it.&nbsp; Why choose a male Dom over a female?&nbsp; It puzzles Sig, but he has long since stopped spending time wondering why a trick wants what it is they want.&nbsp; He sits and records the boys, the acts, collects Sable's share of the profit.<br>Raising his eyes from photos of men satiating those needs in a group, they fall upon Robbie's slim young body.&nbsp; There are at least a dozen other boys here he rides herd on.&nbsp; Caution should warn him to keep his recreational time to the ones that are not the boss's pet.<br>Fuck caution.&nbsp; <br>He glances around, and out the door.&nbsp; Nothing going on at the moment, there is a lull between the first thing in the morning clients and the lunchtime clients.&nbsp; <br>"Wanna give me a hand wit someting, Robbie?" <br>A few moments later they are both in the tiny, dirty restroom the customers use.&nbsp; Only a well used toilet and a tiny sink.&nbsp; Sig taps a small baggie on the back of his hand, and quickly snorts the powder.<br>He then casually unfastens his jeans and sits as though he intends to use it.&nbsp; The thick uncut cock he is so known for is hard before his butt hits the seat.<br>"Get over here.&nbsp; I want that tight little butt of yours."<br>He slowly strokes himself, clear drops ooze and fall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 15:09:09</strong>
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				Robbie grinned - of course he wanted to give Sig a hand with a certain something - trailing behind him. He had a rather strange way of walking, of swaying his hips, a way that made men and women stare in lust and that had become the way he walked whether or not he concentrated on it. It had been, effectively, beaten into him by Sable. He smiled faintly, unbuttoning the shorts as Sig snorted the powder.<br><br>"None for me?" Robbie asked with a little frown, "Afterwards, I want some," he knew that Sig would give it to him, though. Sig would give him any drugs so long as Sable had approved them. <br><br>Robbie watched the other man stroke himself as he pulled off his tank top. He smiled faintly.<br><br>Robbie's dark hair fell over his shoulder as he stepped forwards.<br><br>He as equally as hard, though notably smaller, still not fully grown. He was cut, as well, had been when he was little. He looked hungrily at Sig's uncut cock, stepping forwards, knowing that this was probably a terrible idea. He shouldn't be sleeping with Sig when he was Sable's, but...<br><br>Robbie came forwards, leaning down and giving Sig's cock one long, wet lick, then enveloped him in his mouth, sucking him hard, getting him good and wet. His own form of lube. He stepped fowards, then, straddling the other man, so very pale, long legs spread over his thighs, "Fuck me," he keened in Sig's ear, "Please." Robbie wanted to be pulled down over his cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 01:22:23</strong>
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				"Sure.&nbsp; Don want you passing out again.&nbsp; You got your sleep for de week."&nbsp; &nbsp;He reaches down to grip his length halfway, and nudge the slippery head against his target.&nbsp; He chuckles as Robbie whispers in his ear.<br>"Dat's de spirit, kid."&nbsp; He lays his hands on Robbie's slim hips for leverage.&nbsp; Closing his eyes, he feels his way.&nbsp; There; it gives just a bit, that tight rim.&nbsp; He toys with the entrance for a few moments, pushing gently, working as much of his flow of precum as possible into him.&nbsp; Robbie is experienced; he is relaxing his muscles in preparation.&nbsp; There, he can feel it begin to give. A hard pull down on Robbie's hips pops the wide head into him.&nbsp; The friction is always welcome; but combined with the drugs, it is nirvana.<br>Chancy, fucking the boss's toy, but he feels some kind of connection with this boy over the others.&nbsp; Besides, at the moment, Sable is off getting some dick himself.&nbsp; <br>Tony.&nbsp; He was the one to talk to.&nbsp; He had filled in for Sig once or twice; Sable trusted him.&nbsp; A few bills changing hands, and he could rig a chance to get Robbie alone.&nbsp; S/M training seemed a valid reason in his line of work; as long as they weren't fucking....at least, when there was anyone else who could be watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:49:38</strong>
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				Robbie shut his eyes, biting his lip as he felt the initial pressure of Sig's head against him, idly thinking that he should have remembered a condom but not really caring enough to get one. He gasped when he was suddnely pulled, sinking down onto the other man's cock, still so very tight even after all the times he'd had sex.<br><br>That was, afterall, why Sable liked him so much.<br><br>He slipped down until Sig was buried balls-deep in his body, letting out a slow groan, licking his lips briefly. "God..." he gasped out, all of his muscles tightening up in a hot vice around Sig.<br><br>Sable couldn't catch them.<br><br>Robbie had to hope that one of the other boys wouldn't get jealous and try to report something. He wasn't going to think about that now though. He was only going to think about this moment.<br><br>"Fuck me, hard...Sig..." Robbie whispered in his ear again, gently biting his earlobe with white teeth, letting his lips play along the skin of Sig's neck but never leaving marks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 16:31:09</strong>
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				Wedged tightly in to him; it is all he can do to remember to breathe. The head rush passes; and he focuses his attention on the expanse of flesh that joins them. <br>"You got your feet on de ground; move dat ass."&nbsp; He moans as Robbie's teeth and lips tease him. "Harder.&nbsp; Fuck.&nbsp; Bite me, you little shit..."&nbsp; &nbsp;Somewhere in the back of his mind, the same voice that warns of Sable finding out, tells him he should use the same precautions as he uses with his clients.&nbsp; The skin-to-skin contact is a rare treat.&nbsp; Caution also warns him to hurry: he can not abandon his post for long without suspicion.<br>He has one arm around Robbie's back, his free hand strokes the hard young prong.&nbsp; "Gotta make it fast, my little pup."&nbsp; He warns.&nbsp; <em>I could do this all fucking night long....</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 08:31:42</strong>
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				"Ah...!" Robbie loved being told what to do. He had never really had a lover use that firm, experienced tone with him, and he responded by bracing his feet and beginning to quickly bounce himself, tightening all of his muscles, angling himself so the older man was driving straight into his sweet spot. <br><br>God, he reached it just right, and there were so few men who could...<br><br>Sex with Sable was good, but this was better.<br><br>"Sig!"<br><br>He whispered it in Sig's ear, moving faster, sinking his teeth in so hard he nearly broke skin, drawing a dark mark and worrying it with his teeth before smoothing it with his tongue. <br><br>He whimpered when called 'pup'...he had a weakness for nicknames, and held on tightly to Sig, shutting his eyes and smiling as he let the effect of that nickname wash over him. His hips arched, body tightening, hands clenching on Sig's shoulders, about to cum. He had to, they had to be quick.<br><br>It took him only a few more seconds of that hand stroking him firmly to make him cum, gasping, spraying over the other man's hand, whole body tightening around Sig at the same time as his hips kept moving.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 15:26:22</strong>
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				Normally, he has excellent control, years of practice have won him that much.&nbsp; The wild bouncing immediately followed by the rythmic tightening of Robbie's body take it from him.&nbsp; Well, he did say quickly,&nbsp; but his control is snatched from him in an instant.&nbsp; He grips Robbie against his body tightly; his thighs shake with the strain.&nbsp; Deep inside as he can manage, he fills his forbidden treat with blast after blast.&nbsp; In a momentary desire he could neither understand, or stop, he kisses Robbie's cherubic mouth, invades it with his tongue as the tremors sweep over him.&nbsp; It is only when they stop that he pulls his face away, gasping for breath. "Drottinn bölvaður eista.."&nbsp; He mutters to himself, the room around him spinning.&nbsp; It is only when the room returns to its original tilt that he begins to hear the warning voices again.&nbsp; Bad enough you fucked him, they say.&nbsp; But kissing him too?
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 23:59:55</strong>
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				Robbie had control as well...the ability to tease a man for hours...but with Sig he didn't seem to have much of anything. He let the other man guide him, crying out softly, swallowing down the sound so he wouldn't alert anyone to what they were doing together. His body tightened, orgasm heightened by the thrusting into his body.<br><br>He whimpered into the sudden, surprising kiss, lips parting to accept and, even worse, return it.<br><br>When they finally broke for air he looked at the other man, panting.<br><br>"What does that mean?" He whispered, "What you said?"<br><br>Small hands gripped Sig's shoulders, holding on tightly to him, curling up within his arms briefly, slowly pulling off of Sig and then sitting straddled across the other man's thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:48:17</strong>
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				"Just....balls...." (Gods fucking balls) He is catching his breath; and the seriousness of his situation sobers him a bit.&nbsp; "...look, I haf to get back out dere.&nbsp; So do you."&nbsp; &nbsp;He ruffles Robbies's hair gently, risks an hug before shooing him off his lap.&nbsp; He looks into the cracked mirror.&nbsp; Tempt fate much? <br>Hurridly he washes up, and taps a small pile of white powder on the edge of the sink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking Robbie in the eye, he steals a quick kiss, and exits. He wears a face of practiced indifference, though his heart is pounding.&nbsp; His sex life has primarily consisted of paying customers, this is a disruption of his numbed emotions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 09:34:20</strong>
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				Robbie occasionally did stupid things, but this was far more stupid than anything he had done before. He stretched, got off Sig's lap, smiling faintly as he tugged his itty bitty shorts back over his hips.<br><br>His tank-top was next and he leant into the quick hug, the quick kiss, responding in kind. He bent over the white powder on the sink, snorting it off of the dirty porcelain, tossing his head back in a rather magnificent gesture of pleasure as that rush hit him hard.<br><br>His pupils were blown and his breathing was a tiny bit more rapid.<br><br>Otherwise, as he came out of the bathroom and to the bar, he looked pretty much normal, picking up a fashion magazine and thumbing through it as he waited for his next customer to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 17:38:12</strong>
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				No sooner had Sig's face appeared around the corner from the restroom, than several of the other boys entered the door with their customers; whispered to him, and handed over small wads of cash.&nbsp; By the time Robbie joins him, he is face down in the notebook, scratching out entries, and stuffing cash into his pockets.<br>Whether any of them noticed Sig...then Robbie...leaving the tiny one seat restroom is anyone's guess.&nbsp; The tiny bit of powder clinging to the bottom of Robbie's nostrils, his dialated pupils would lead most to think it was all about drugs. The dank waiting room is too smelly on it's own to notice that the musky notes of Sig's fresh cum are all over the boy.<br>They all head up the stairs; and no sooner have they vanished then Sig steps over and wipes Robbie's nose, giving him a conspiritorial grin.<br><br>"Remember to keep breathing.&nbsp; Dont hold you breath."&nbsp; &nbsp;Robbie is blindfolded, soft lambskin against his white skin, lining the blindfold, and all four of the restraints that hold his limbs.&nbsp; Easy for him to say.&nbsp; Sig runs his hands over Robbie's pale body as if he has never seen it before; as it he is making a point to caress his each and every nerve ending.&nbsp; Not his hands anymore; it is a piece of the most silky fur he has ever felt.&nbsp; There is only a momentary pause before there is a loud WHAP and the tails of a whip smack the very place the fur has touched. There is no sting. It feels as though he was struck hard with something soft.&nbsp; Then three more times.<br>"Does that hurt you?"&nbsp; Sig's voice is warm honey, patient, a bit condescending.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 09:10:32</strong>
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				Robbie let ther other man wipe his nose off, smiling faintly, following Sig about his business until the chance to start his bondage training began. <br><br>Then he was tied up, red lips parted, white skin stretched out for Sig's total and free exploration. He had to concentrate on continuing to breathe, licking his lips slowly.<br><br>His body quivered with each carress, swallowing hard, pleased by the feel of hands touching him. He whimpered when the hands switched to fur, pulling faintly at the restraints that held him bound and utterly naked. <br><br>There was a slap against his skin and pressure...pleasant pressure...and Robbie cried out. "No, doesn't hurt...feels...ah, feels good, Sig." <br><br>Robbie trusted Sig not to hurt him too much and so gave himself over eagerly to the sex and to the pleasure, willing to acept the pain which was so very intimate now that his eyes had been covered up by the blindfold knotted over his dark hair, which fell over his shoulders in rich, glossy strands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 16:22:47</strong>
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				Tony, one of Sable's other pet thugs, was downstairs keeping track of the flow of money.&nbsp; He has accepted the explaination that Robbie was to be trained...for his own safety.&nbsp; The bills in his pocket make him hold any questions he might have had on the subject.&nbsp; Frankly, he didnt' give a shit one way or the other.&nbsp; It had long since stopped bothering him that Sable runs a brothel full of underaged fag boys.&nbsp; Not that the family even acknowledges its presence; but if there is a vice, they stand ready to fulfill those basic needs.&nbsp; The place also serves as an outlet for their other products, so as long as it was kept quiet, they are content to collect the profit.&nbsp; They are all friggin freaks in Tony's book.&nbsp; Fortunately his wife, kids....and priest...know better than to ask questions about how he earns the income he is so generous with.<br><br>There is music playing in Sig's room, trippy background with a beat.<br>"No need for you to see.&nbsp; Tink only of your body.&nbsp; Listen to my voice, to the music.&nbsp; Only feel."&nbsp; Sig's voice is hypnotic, the warm and gentle flow of his voice is soothing.<br>Then another blow falls, but this is not the same tool.&nbsp; This one leaves white hot stripes of pain down his back, makes him nearly jump out of his skin.&nbsp; No sooner than the whip fell, then he feels Sig's hot, naked chest against him.&nbsp; The contact with skin seems to absorb some of the fire. <br>"Do you feel the quickening?&nbsp; How your senses tingle?"&nbsp; The whip tails land again and again, some so lightly it feels as though a fly has landed on him, some hard enough to make him jump.&nbsp; He cannot brace himself for the sting; as he has no idea when it will come.&nbsp; All he can do is allow it to wash over him.&nbsp; As the sting fades, there is a head rush; similar to snorting drugs. He is struck, carressed, fondled. As he is recovering from the shock of a few of the harder blows, Sig reaches forward to stroke his rigid young cock, to pinch his small, pink nipples.&nbsp; Robbie cannot affect what his body is experiencing, he can only give himself over to the roller coaster ride of sensations.<br>"You will need to learn to keep your wits about you when wit a client; wit me, you can let yourself go. Cant teach you to control what you never felt before."&nbsp; He pauses for a few moments to stand and just embrace Robbie.&nbsp; "Feel kinda fucked up?&nbsp; I keep going, you forget which way is up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 14:35:15</strong>
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				Boys came and went with various clients in front of Tony, though most weren't particularly close to him, trusting him just enough to do his job and not much farther than that. Sable was generous with Tony and Tony kept his mouth shut. That was really all that they needed in order for the business to run itself smooth as clockwork.<br><br>Robbie was breathing hard, licking at his lips, jumping when there was a sudden lash of pain against his back. He cried out, a sharp and small sound that was rather helpless sounding though, soon, he managed to swallow it when he felt a hot chest against his back. He swallowed again and pressed close to the other man.<br><br>"Feels good, just...ah!"<br><br>His body jerked again when another painful hit mingled with the more ticklish hiss of leather tapping his skin lightly, writhing in his bonds, whole body young and open to each hit.<br><br>Robbie thrust back into the hand stroking his cock.<br><br>He gasped Sig's name when his nipples were pinched and shook his hips in a way that was more sexual than most would have been able to accept.<br><br>"S-Sig...I want you to keep going...make me forget...everything, please..." the words were sadder than he meant them to be, and he swallowed them quickly, moving his body to attract the painful and pleasurable attention of the whip once more. <br><br>God, he liked this.<br><br>Especially with Sig at the helm, guiding him through what would have been dark waters, but were comforting and a sign of pleasure with the older man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 15:55:51</strong>
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				Robbie's answer is a chuckle.&nbsp; The boy's skin is tender, he cannot use some of his more hard core toys. But he is not about to deny the request.&nbsp; <br>He rolls a chair up to his helpless victim, and grasps him firmly by the scrotum.&nbsp; There is a ripping sound.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sig is wrapping something around the base of his balls, something that is holding them firmly away from his body.&nbsp; In and of itself, it is not exactly painful...yet...<br>But he is not done.&nbsp; A second piece joins the base of his balls with the base of his penis.&nbsp; Blood can flow in...but not out.&nbsp; Sig pauses to play with it, risks a brief suck; then goes back to using his hands.&nbsp; He buckles a strap around the wrapping....and attaches a lead weight.&nbsp; Only a pound, but it pulls downward, forcing all Robbie's attention to his crotch.&nbsp; Almost....but not quiet...painful.&nbsp; A sensation he cannot choose to ignore.<br>&nbsp; Another brief...teasing suck...only a few moments, only enough for torment.&nbsp; &nbsp;And then...there is something slippery trying to penetrate his ass...
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 05:38:50</strong>
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				Robbie let out tiny, soft sounds, encouraging little whimpers and moans as his balls were bound and his cock was tied as well, together, with the weight hanging from them. It wasn't unpleasant but at the same time it wasn't pleasant. He wasn't sure what to make of it, though he became eager when something slippy touched his tight, young hole.<br><br>"Mmmah..."<br><br>He loved being penetrated, and was naturally about as submissive as they came, his body writhing within the bonds and pushing back on whatever it was, hoping it was Sig's cock but entirely willing to accept whatever the older man would give him.<br><br>Sig was the only one that he really trusted to do this with.<br><br>His other clients scared him, but Sig, he knew, was careful and would never hurt him more than he could handle.<br><br>He trusted Sig to take good care of him in this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 14:06:20</strong>
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				It quickly pops into place, the walnut sized ball on the end seemed to be attached to an endless narrow shaft.&nbsp; It turns, and wriggles inside, gripped by the sword-like hilt that Sig grasps to guide it.&nbsp; Robbie's wiggling and thrusting make him smile ironically.&nbsp; Damn, was Sable a lucky man.&nbsp; He bends down and digs his teeth into the back of Robbie's neck, rotating the device furiously.<br>Gods, I want him to ride on my dick like that.&nbsp; <br>Some internal switch is triggered, he remembers why he is there and the danger he is flirting with.<br>He backs off; leaving the device dangling from Robbie's hole like a long handled cork.&nbsp; Another weight is added to the first; now pulling painfully downward.&nbsp; <br>Cane, no, switch, no....many of the items hanging within reach will leave marks on the young boy's white flesh.&nbsp; He chooses a long, stitched leather paddle, and takes a half dozen furious whacks at his backside.<br>The latex toy that still dangles from Robbie's ass bounces and flies with the strokes, each one twisting the textured ball within him.<br>And causes the lead weights hanging from his gear to bounce, tugging painfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 15:00:02</strong>
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				Robbie's lips parted and his hips moved in time to the music without meaning to, thrusting back on the ball behind him, crying out softly and struggling to keep his breathin steady. He bit back a scream when those teeth dug into the back of his neck, making his ass arch up, muscles tightening and tugging on the bonds suspending him over the bed.<br><br>He gasped when another weight was added, then let out a pained moan when the paddle caused them to bounce, tugging, making him writhe and yank at the restraints only to faintly bruise his slim wrists. He whimpered once more then bit his lip.<br><br>It hurt, but...he was still achingly hard, or would have been save for the weights dragging him down and preventing him from losing control.<br><br>"Sig...!"<br><br>The one word was thick and heavy with lust, a quiet pant, "Please..." he gasped, "Please, fuck me...no one...one one's gonna come in, I want your cock in me..." He could barely hold back the soft begging words that fell from his lips, a natural submissive if there ever was one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 19:59:37</strong>
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				"Don't make me gag you, boy."&nbsp; His voice is raspy; he wants nothing more than to do as he is offered.&nbsp; There is, however, a slim chance that Tony is observing from a two way mirror on the wall.&nbsp; Not that it is not part of the job...but he knows that Tony gets no particular kick out of watching two males play sex games.<br>Behind the mirror, Tony winces and shakes his head.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; He does not wish to visualize Robbie's request.&nbsp; But the boss's boy is begging another man for attention.&nbsp; Without a doubt, Sable will be interested in that information.&nbsp; &nbsp;It appears to him as though Sig is in control of the situation, and he abandons the mirror for the front desk.<br>Sig fondles the boy's small sack, which is beginning to feel cool.&nbsp; He reaches down and disconnects the weights.<br>"Dont moof."&nbsp; <br>There is the sensation of cold metal being pressed against the base of his cock.&nbsp; There is a slicing sound, the tape he used to bind is severed.&nbsp; Both his cock and balls are now free.&nbsp; &nbsp;The slender prong that thrusts itself so eagerly into his face gains a few firm strokes.&nbsp; He is back to the handle that bounces from behind Robbie's slim, boyish body.&nbsp; He works the handle...then reaches around the front, and places some small mechanical clamp on first one nipple, than another.&nbsp; The pressure is uncomfortable...almost painful.&nbsp; <br>He is near silent as he works, not voicing his usual abuse and threats.&nbsp; Afraid to get carried away into words that sounded too much like affection.&nbsp; It is all too easy to hurl abuse at someone who you have no real connection with.&nbsp; To a loved one, it is a delicate art.<br>His large, calloused hands carress his victim's tender skin the pressure rasping, and teasing.&nbsp; Around the clamps, down and around his body the hot fingers traced.&nbsp; It is all he can do to keep from kissing the areas as well.&nbsp; The point is to tease and torment his subject, not to get his own kicks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 07:13:28</strong>
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				Robbie whimpered softly when warned about the gag and bit his bottom lip, but continued to move his ass, trying to tempt Sig into taking what should have rightfully been his but wasn't because Sable had claimed it. <br><br>He cried out when his sac was fondled, then gasped when the weights were suddenly taken off, not moving an inch as the tape was cut off of his body. His lips parted when his cock was suddenly stroked by the rough hand.<br><br>His whole body arched when that handle was moved, though.<br><br>The small piece inside his body brushed his most intimate areas and had him writhing, yanking at the restraints and crying out Sig's name, biting his bottom lip as the clamps were placed on his young and inexperienced nipples.<br><br>"Please..." he whimpered softly, "Let me cum, I'm so close...God, I need...Sig, please..."<br><br>Sable, meanwhile, entered the bar and nodded to Tony as he came in. He removed cream-colored leather gloves from slim hands - not as slim as Robbie's but he would never be a big man like Tony - sighing softly. "Martini," he ordered, before even saying hello, needing the stiff drink. "How has the day gone so far?"<br><br>He slipped onto one of the cheap barstools, the rich grey of his suit bringing out his dark eyes, the glossiness of his hair. He looked tired, and not in a particularly good mood as he lit himself a cigarette.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 13:49:36</strong>
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				Tony shrugs.&nbsp; "A little slow.&nbsp; Maybe they're not so horny on a rainy day."&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking around to confirm there is no one in sight; he hands over a roll of cash. <br>"By the way....your man Ziggy is upstairs training the boy."&nbsp; He says it casually, not certain whether Sable knows why he is there filling in.&nbsp; He shakes his head.&nbsp; "Not sure why he has to be trained to stand there and get his ass beat.&nbsp; Guess there are all kinda perverts out there, huh?"&nbsp; Tony slaps his hand down on the worn notebook. "No offense.&nbsp; Hey...cause I'm a long time friend.&nbsp; Don't trust that kid Robbie.&nbsp; I got a bad feeling about him.&nbsp; I know he's your cash cow...but he's going to give you trouble."<br>Upstairs, Robbie's right hand is freed, though the left still suspends him over the bed.&nbsp; Sig slides up close wrapping two well muscled arms around him.&nbsp; He grinds a very hard cock subtly against the boys hip. <br>"You want to cum?&nbsp; Make it happen.&nbsp; Show me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 07:54:12</strong>
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				Sable took the cash without looking around - he trusted Tony to do that for him - slipping it into the pocket of his slim-cut Italian suit. He tapped his long fingertips against the wood of the bar, taking his martini, nodding when told that Sig was training his prize boy.<br><br>"Trouble? What do you mean by that, Tony?" Sable stretched long legs out in front of him for a moment, spun on the stool, then took a deep sip of the brilliantly cool martini.<br><br>"He's always been good at his job."<br><br>He had taken the boy off of the streets and expected Robbie to be grateful for it, which Robbie was to an extent, though he wanted a better life than the one of a whore.<br><br>That wasn't Sable's problem, though, at least in his mind.<br><br>"Mmm. Tired," Sable mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette, covering his eyes with his hand briefly as he rubbed at them, "Now tell me why you think our best cash cow is going to get me in trouble?" Though he knew Tony didn't like gay men - and he himself swung between women and men and Tony knew it - he trusted the older man to watch after the bar and keep him informed on important things.<br><br>Robbie's hand immediately went to his hard cock to begin stroking, whimpering as he felt those strong arms envelope him, that hard cock at his hip. He began stroking, and it only took a few seconds, exploding over the mattress with a sharp cry of Sig's name that, thankfully, Tony wouldn't hear down at the bar. He hung limp, then, within his restraints, panting hard.<br><br>His bare ass was pink from the spanking, which only served to accent the warm young globes, fully on display as he lay bound on Sig's bed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 14:09:02</strong>
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				<em>Gods give me strength.</em><br>There is nothing on this earth that he wants more than that hot ass...except to survive.&nbsp; &nbsp;He twists the latex device slightly, and pops it out, tossing it to a towel conveniently crumpled on the floor near the bed.&nbsp; They have been at it for almost an hour; it is part of the job for Tony to check in on them and they have no way of knowing when.&nbsp; <br>He removes the clips, and unlocks the restraints.&nbsp; Gently he lowers Robbie to the bed, aware that he is disoriented.&nbsp; Once he is free and lying on the bed, he removes the blindfold.&nbsp; &nbsp;The boy's face is slack, eyes dialated.&nbsp; It would be so easy...so quick, as throbbingly hard as he is.&nbsp; Got to stay in control; make it appear impersonal.<br>He stands on the bed, and places a leather boot on the back of Robbie's neck.&nbsp; In a few brief moments, wet drops begin to fall on Robbie's back.&nbsp; In moments, with no more than a stifled moan, splashes of cum fall like hot, thick rain across his pink backside.<br>Though some crazy drive inside him urges him to stretch down by Robbie's side, and embrace him, he steps off the bed, and throws a towel across the boy's narrow back.<br>"Clean yourself off.&nbsp; Better to get back out dere.&nbsp; We talk later."&nbsp; &nbsp;He reaches over and tussles the boy's hair...damp and stringy from sweat.<br><em>Some day.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 07:05:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie collapsed weakly to the bed when lowered by Sig, panting softly, eyes opening wide and then shutting just as tightly when the light hit them, blinking quickly and squeezing them shut. He turned his head to the side, burying it in the mattress as best he could, lips parted in a silent plea for more physical contact with the man training him.<br><br>Instead, he got a heavy leather boot on the back of his neck, only serving to send shivers up and down his spine. He bit his lip and then whimpered when the hot cum rained down on his backside. <br><br>He wanted so much more with Sig. So many more moments of true intimacy.<br><br>He was suddenly covered with a towel.<br><br>He picked it up, hands shaking slightly, using it to wipe himself off and then sit up, opening his eyes finally. They were so very pale, under the dark lashes, blinking up at Sig.<br><br>"I'm gonna go shower...I don't have any clients for another hour. You gonna be working the fron desk?"<br><br>With Tony, and his eyes narrowed at the thought, never having liked the other man very much. He had always preferred Sig, particularly now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 16:46:32</strong>
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				"Yah.&nbsp; Better get back down dere.&nbsp; Don want too many questions, you know?"&nbsp; He wipes his cock off on the towel.&nbsp; Is it self control or fear?&nbsp; &nbsp;It is never wise to tug on the tail of a tiger.&nbsp; Conflicted, he turns away.&nbsp; There is a small bathroom, just a toilet and sink, off the bedroom.&nbsp; He washes himself quickly; guilt is agitating him.&nbsp; Guilt that he is even thinking of violating his long standing employment agreement and guilt that he is not ballsy enough to just take him and run.&nbsp; An aging biker-ish looking man and a young, feminine boy together would draw much attention, all of it the wrong kind.&nbsp; With the mob after them?&nbsp; Not a chance. <br>He glances back over at the slim, pale figure on his bed.&nbsp; "You know it.&nbsp; Tony is gonna be antsy soon.&nbsp; Better get down dere."<br>He pulls on his jeans and a clean t shirt, and heads down the stairs towards the front room.&nbsp; His eyes widen, and he blinks in surprise when he sees the suit.&nbsp; Sable.&nbsp; Back already?&nbsp; From a getaway with his current partner in crime?&nbsp; This would not be good news. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:02:22</strong>
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				Robbie nodded, getting up, shaking slightly. He tugged on his shorts and t-shirt then stumbled from the room, back towards his own, to shower and wash his hair. He headed to the shower, settling in, letting the hot water beat the stress out of his body as he thought of the dangerous line he was dancing between Sig and Sable.<br><br>Sable looked up at Sig, offering one of those famously empty smiles that didn't reach his eyes. He tapped a column of ash into the ash tray and took a sip of his martini, "How is his training coming along, Sig?" Sable's voice was quite mild, finely cut suit clinging to a frame too slim for him ever to fall into the overtly masculine category, which seemed to build an anger deep in his stomach whereas Robbie just accepted it. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 18:11:30</strong>
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				He smiles in return; the kind of look he gives his paying customers.&nbsp; "He is good under de lash; still has to learn to keep his head.&nbsp; Had him flying.&nbsp; It is all new for him.&nbsp; I keep an eye on him when de customer want to play rough."&nbsp; He strides casually up to him, and puts his arm around Sable's shoulders, giving him a side-hug of a greeing. "Nobody gonna hurt dat boy on my watch, Sable. Last time a customer freak out, I handle it.&nbsp; Soon he know to hold his focus trew de session.&nbsp; I tole you my friend, it is a dangerous gamble....I don bottom for pay witout a witness.&nbsp; Nobody ties me.&nbsp; Nobody."&nbsp; The last word he whispered hoarsely in Sable's delicately tapered ear.&nbsp; He winks as he steps away.&nbsp; Sables companions were, by en large, cultured, tailored and manicured.&nbsp; Sig is too rough, too unkept, too potentially dangerous...but if he knows his men...he knows that very difference can be alluring.<br>Sable is not happy; he radiates that like static on a radio.&nbsp; Sig gambles with a casual flirtation.&nbsp; He knows that Tony will wince, but he sometimes has a problem with Tonys comments about the staff and customers.&nbsp; Turnabout is fair play.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 23:42:46</strong>
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				Sable nodded slowly. He had a feeling that Robbie would like the sex...especially the way that Sig could offer it...more than he liked regular sex. He just hoped that it wouldn't cause the boy to put less effort into his ministrations upon Sable's cock. For tonight, though, he was safe. Sable had been well pounded the night before and was still sore, still a bit angry that he had bottomed, once again. He hated to admit that he liked being topped and was always in a bad mood afterwards.<br><br>Sig's voice - just a rough whisper in his ear - made him shiver from head to toe briefly before downing the rest of his martini and holding out the glass to Tony. "Another one, please." <br><br>Robbie came sauntering downstairs just a few minutes after that.<br><br>He was wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, baggy, not bothering with real pants. His hair hung down around his face, fresh and damp, smelling faintly of shampoo and a touch of cologne. Sable ruffled it affectionately before yawning slowly. <br><br>"Are you enjoying your lessons with Sig?"<br><br>Robbie nodded, unable to stop the blush on his cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 00:04:31</strong>
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				Tony grimaces. "Ooooooooookay, enough of that shit.&nbsp; &nbsp;I gotta get out of here, before I turn...."&nbsp; All three of the other males are looking at him.&nbsp; ".....uh, you know, freaky or something.&nbsp; Gonna end up in trouble asking the wife for something weird shit she never heard of before; she'd take out a contract on my sorry ass."&nbsp; He chuckles, and poorly mimics a feminine voice. "You want me to do WHAAAAAAAT??"<br>Sig grins and slaps Tony on the back.&nbsp; "Been dere, my friend.&nbsp; Your sorry ass is safe wit me.&nbsp; 'Sides, you too olt to pimp out to de clients."&nbsp; This time it was their turn to laugh, and Tony's to squirm.&nbsp; He slid on his tailored jacket...from Al's big and tall store.&nbsp; Too many meatballs for too many years for him to be attractive to most men, but he always worried about it, none the less.<br>They watch as he leaves.&nbsp; "So..." Sig begins&nbsp; "..you got somesing for your boys here, Sable?"&nbsp; He flicks a finger across his nose in a gesture.&nbsp; <br>Want me to tell you what I did to him?&nbsp; <br>Sig has proved his brass balls more than once, but this time he bit his lip.&nbsp; Robbie looks a bit nervous; not good.&nbsp; A little treat, and he would be distracted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 00:15:41</strong>
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				"Of course," Sable said with a faint smile, picking up two baggies. One was small and he tossed it to Robbie who immediately snorted it up. Sable affectionately wiped the powder off the bottom of the boy's nose, "You're lucky I found you," Sable mused as he looked at Robbie, "You really wouldn't have lasted very long on the streets." It was absolutely true. Robbie hadn't been handling the streets well when, two years ago, Sable had picked up him and brought him into the bar half-dead and hired people to nurse him back to health.<br><br>Sable tossed the second bag at Sig. It was full of premium stuff, enough for a good ten hits of it, and he grinned. It showed of his perfectly tended white teeth to an impressive advantage.<br><br>"Consider it a bonus." <br><br>He stood up as Robbie set his head down on the counter and sniffled a bit. Sable couldn't help but laugh at the way that the boy always became drowsy after drugs. "I think that I'm going to go back out and get drinks with some female friends and I highly doubt that I'll be back before tomorrow afternoon." <br><br>He turned to Robbie, whose legs sprawled open wide, "Watch out for him?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 14:58:43</strong>
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				Oh, yeah.&nbsp; You can bet on that.<br>"No problem, boss.&nbsp; Fuck one for me."&nbsp; He flashes Sable a grin as he departs.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would fuck one himself; though by the time he got through explaining he was an ex con and made his living beating up strangers and pimping out young boys....they were long gone.&nbsp; There was someting just a bit potentially scary about him.&nbsp; He was too big, too strong.&nbsp; For the very reasons the men were attracted to him...the women stayed away in droves.&nbsp; It didn't concern him much...but the fact he rarely got to choose his partner did.&nbsp; There was no room for love, for sentiment, for a relationship.&nbsp; It all came down to an exchange of money.&nbsp; He could not afford to feel affection for any of them, nor them for him.<br>Robbie, however, was blasting holes in his carefully constructed wall.&nbsp; <br>"Aye.&nbsp; Wake up, little one.&nbsp; You have work to do.&nbsp; Got to learn not to take it all at once."&nbsp; He places his hands on the slim shoulders and shakes him gently.&nbsp; "Got to keep your head, remember?"<br>The baggie that Sable had given him was deep in his pocket; he intends to take a taste of it, but he knows moderation is the key to staying vigilent...and in control.<br>"Vinnie just want sex; he is an easy one.&nbsp; Don fuck it up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 16:22:23</strong>
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				Sable grinned and got up, picking up his black hat, slipping it on and then raising his fingertips to tip the brim to the other man, "Will do. I'll give you a report when I get back." Sable slipped out into the night quite quickly. He walked down the road, disappearing around the corner. <br><br>"Pffffft. Vinnie can go fuck himself." Robbie muttered, rolling his head to the other side so that his pale eyes opened up to peer at Sig, frowning. "I just want to go to bed." <br><br>This had become increasingly more common with Robbie.<br><br>He just wanted to...sleep. He was tired of selling his body and tired of spending hours trying to scrub invisible grime off of his skin. He sat up, though, and looked down at his boxers, "I should go change, then." The baggy t-shirt and boxers were hardly the best outfit to seduce a client with, "What's his type? Leather shorts? Denim? What does he like?" <br><br>He ran a hand through his soft hair, shaking it back, looking very young and very tired as the neon lights flashed over his face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:06:56</strong>
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				"Too much drugs for you, boy...he's a regular."&nbsp; Sig gives him a wary look.&nbsp; As many times as Vinnie had used him, he should remember.&nbsp; "De panties?"&nbsp; Sig reaches over to stroke his cheek.&nbsp; "Come on, Robbie.&nbsp; Keep your head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dis is de easiest way to make a living, boy.&nbsp; Just don let it get to you.&nbsp; You tink I start out wanting to tie people up and beat them?&nbsp; Pays more than straight sex.&nbsp; You let me teach you...and you make more money.&nbsp; You learn to take a good whipping...you don't spend so much takin strange dick up your ass.&nbsp; Maybe you top when you get older, like me."&nbsp; He jostles him playfully.&nbsp; "Hey, wake up, I wanna go do some of mine, an I don like snortink it off dis filty bar."&nbsp; His choice of reward gives him limitless energy, he is not one to enjoy the fuzzy, dreamy lethargy like Robbie does.&nbsp; <br>He has enough on him to kill himself, if he were to use it foolishly.&nbsp; Sable knows he will pace himself.&nbsp; Robbie gets one dose at a time; as he is reasonably sure if he gave him more....he would snort it all, and think nothing about the consequences.&nbsp; <br>Sig makes a note to speak to Sable; Robbie's dose should be surrepticiously decreased.&nbsp; He should step on it, hard.&nbsp; After all, he's just a kid.<br>He makes sure Robbies eyes are actually open, and ducks into the rest room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 01:49:26</strong>
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				"Oh..." Robbie's voice was soft and utterly unfocused, and it was unclear whether he remembered Vinnie yet. He had never been good with names and the drugs only compounded that, making him feel warm and sleepy and ever so pleasantly heavy, as though he had absolutely nothing in the world to worry about. All he wanted to do was to fall asleep. <br><br>"But I don't <em>get</em> any of the money I earn," he griped, "Sable takes everything, even my tips. It's not like it matters if I end up making more." Looking around surreptitiously he tilted his pale eyes up towards Sig, his father's Asian heritage clear in the delicate bone structure he had inherited along with those incredible cheekbones that, had he been lucky, might have made him a killing in modeling. <br><br>"The only reason I'm doing the training," he mumbled as he checked if Tony was there and realized he wasn't, "...is 'cause it's a good excuse to have sex with you, or sortof. I like having <em>you</em> tie me up and fuck me. I don't want <em>other</em> people to do it." <br><br>He opened his eyes and buried his head in his hands so that he could scrub at his eyes, totally exhausted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 02:46:00</strong>
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				<em>it's a good excuse to have sex with you</em><br><br>Robbies' statement echoed in his ears.&nbsp; He tapped out a small pile, thought about it for a moment, and added a bit more.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; He was in this deep.&nbsp; Truthfully...he felt for Robbie and fought to maintain an illusion if indifference.<br>He leans over and snorts it in a single breath.&nbsp; His head goes up...and back...and he very nearly falls over backwards.&nbsp; Sable doesn't step on his product; it is straight from the manufacturer.&nbsp; The rush hits him so hard he nearly blacks out.&nbsp; &nbsp;He waves his arms to catch his balance, and manages to take hold of the edge of the sink to break his fall.<br><br><em>FUCK</em><br><br>For just a moment, some part of him warned...he should not have done so much.&nbsp; Seconds later that thought is washed away in a wave as the drugs hit his brain.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is several minutes until he comes out of the restroom, hands shaking, eyes wide.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I like having you tie me up and fuck me. I don't want other people to do it. </em><br>&nbsp;<br>It is personal, not just sucking up to him, like the other boys.&nbsp; They offered their favors as well, of course...but he was the one who watched them and took their money.&nbsp; It wasn't as though they cared about him.&nbsp; It was all business.<br>He takes his place behind the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 03:01:36</strong>
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				Robbie smiled faintly when Sig came back and waited for Vinnie to come in. He shut his eyes, resting his head in his hands, pulse so very slow. Maybe he had taken a bit too much, too quickly, he thought. He hadn't told Sable that he had taken a hit just a few hours earlier - perhaps this was a little too much for him to fully process. Now, though, he had a client to go and focus on. He stumbled into the front hall and then up the stairs to change into the little panties - which he hated - but that his clients seemed to like.<br><br>He slipped them over his hips - black and silky with lace ruffles on the edges, frowning at himself in the mirror. Wearing them, he looked utterly underage, and utterly innocent. He snorted and lit a cigarette, sucking down about half of it and then putting it out on the windowsill before waiting for the client.<br><br>The world swam and he buried his head in his hands with a soft moan. <br><br>He had some drugs under the bed. Maybe taking them after Vinnie would make him feel a bit better. <br><br>For some reason, though, he couldn't get Sig off of his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 04:47:57</strong>
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				Robbie looks a bit better, though still lethargic.&nbsp; He gestures for the boy to head up to his room to ready for the client who was to arrive.<br><br>As if on cue, there is a smell of garlic, cigars and motor oil.&nbsp; It seems to precede Vinnie, perhaps provide some kind of early warning.&nbsp; The hair on his balding head is slicked back.&nbsp; He stands as though he sees himself as powerful, but to the casual observer, one might see him as simply obese.&nbsp; Sig wrinkles his nose before he catches himself.&nbsp; Cheap suit, shiny with age.&nbsp; Creepy old bastard.<br><br><em>I don't want other people to do it. </em> <br><br>"Good evenink, Vinnie."<br>"Hey, Sig.&nbsp; Everything ready?"<br>"As usual. He's....a bit tired tonight."<br>"I should give a fuck?&nbsp; He's tired?&nbsp; He's what, seventeen?&nbsp; When he gets to be a man, he gets to say he is tired.&nbsp; All he has to fuckin do is lay there."<br>"Right."&nbsp; He holds out his hand for the cash.&nbsp; <br><br>That finding had been most disturbing; Sable is taking all Robbie's money?&nbsp; The other boys got a 25% / 75% split with Sable, a portion of that which he shares with Sig over and above his regular salary and board.&nbsp; Why would he leave the boy penniless?&nbsp; That was an issue he could not overlook.&nbsp; That made him a virtual prisoner in this place.&nbsp; Why hadn't Sable mentioned it to him?<br><br>The cocaine surged through his system.&nbsp; That had to stop, he determined that he would confront Sable when he returned the following day. <br>Meanwhile, Vinnie the Greasy was upstairs with Robbie, and Robbie was so messed up he was probably only half aware of what was going on.&nbsp; It is as though he'd never realized the danger they all faced.&nbsp; &nbsp; He headed up the stairway in haste, to check through the 2 way mirror. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 13:31:46</strong>
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				Robbie was sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs so his toes just barely brushed the carpeting, wearing only the little panties that Vinnie liked. He watched the door, waiting for Vinnie to come in, pupils so dilated that his eyes looked more black than pale green. His hair was dry - he had taken the time to blowdry it - and it fell past his shoulders, fully straight. Vinnie liked it curly.<br><br>He didn't give a fuck.<br><br>He hadn't wanted to take the time to blowdry his hair, but he did. He certainly wasn't going to curl it. <br><br>He looked beautiful nonetheless. <br><br>His long legs were creamy white and spread just a little bit, propped up on slim arms, bent over a bit as he counted the tiny dots in the industrial carpeting that was red-ish, but no real color he had ever seen occur naturallly in nature. Then again, he hadn't seen nature in a while.<br><br>He heard Vinnie's footsteps on the stairs and managed to bring a tiny smile to his face, assuming that Sig would be watching through the two-way mirror.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 03:58:02</strong>
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				Vinnie was never one for small talk.&nbsp; As he was uncomfortable with his own desires; he wasn't into discussing the details .&nbsp; &nbsp;He scowls as he sees Robbie on the bed.&nbsp; He is wearing the panties; but his hair is not curled the way he likes it.&nbsp; Perhaps Sig has forgotten the written instructions.&nbsp; As the boy is there, clean, and wearing the prescribed panties, he has decided to let that detail go.<br>The long, pale limbs, the model-slim body.&nbsp; With a little curl to the hair, the boy looks much like his wife...from behind.&nbsp; There is a satisfaction he cannot explain to fucking his ass; thinking of that stuck up rich bitch at home.&nbsp; &nbsp;He quickly does his little ritual with no discussion or foreplay.&nbsp; He grunts and roughly fucks him, without ever looking him in the face. <br>Sig grimaces.&nbsp; Such a pig.&nbsp; It wasn't even as if Robbie was the subject of his lust, just his...object.&nbsp; Bastard.&nbsp; Sable didn't know how lucky he was.&nbsp; Sig himself had never been married, never had a lover that was his, and his alone.&nbsp; With the exception of prison...and here....he had never even lived with anyone.&nbsp; On the street, you learn to be suspicious of everyone.&nbsp; The price you have to pay to keep love at bay, and in control.<br>He watches and recalls the soft skin and has a sudden urge to go in and kick the shit out of Vinnie.&nbsp; He bites his lip, and keeps his head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 05:46:11</strong>
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				Robbie was turned away from the other man, and moved his body as best he could while Vinnie bore down on him, wincing a bit with the force the other man used. Robbie did as he usually did, but his heart wasn't in it, and it was clear that he wasn't making a particular effort. His long hair slipped over his shoulders, glossy and black but so very straight, so gleaming and clean. He moved his body back, meeting Vinnie's, and Vinnie was done fairly quickly. <br><br>Robbie sat up afterwards, not putting the panties back on as he usually did, merely letting them lie on the edge of the bed. <br><br>"Three hundred." <br><br>He looked at Vinnie, running his hands back through his dark hair, looking over his shoulder at the man lying on his bed. He made no effort to touch Vinnie, or to do any more than have the barest edge of sex with him.<br><br>Usually he would have been far more affectionate, but tonight he was high, and exhausted, and felt a little bit sick. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 14:46:11</strong>
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				It is clear to Sig that Robbie is way too high tonight, he can't perform, and he is looking unusually..pallid.&nbsp; There wasn't enough in that baggie to get him this high.&nbsp; How did he get his hands on more?&nbsp; And how much more did he get?<br>"It goes to your boss; kid, I didn't just fall off the boat here."&nbsp; He usually gave Robbie a $50 tip, but he was nearly unconscious this time.&nbsp; Vinnie drops a $20 on the bed, snorts, and heads for the door. "If I wanted to fuck a dead body I coulda stayed home with the wife."<br>He steps out the door and almost runs into Sig.&nbsp; <br>"What the hell is wrong with him tonight?&nbsp; He on drugs or something?&nbsp; Next time I want him awake for it, and ready like we agreed."<br>"Sure, no problem, Finnie. Sorry bout dat."&nbsp; &nbsp;He paid up and headed down the stairs, Sig heads directly into Robbie's room.<br>"Got your own stash, Robbie?&nbsp; You been seriously fucked up tonight.&nbsp; Finnie wasn't very happy."<br>He nudges Robbie with his boot, both annoyance and concern in his voice.&nbsp; With the kid so moody lately, it wasn't a good idea to give him access to more than he needed to get by.<br>"Where is it, Robbie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 15:02:33</strong>
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				Robbie frowned at Vinnie but took the twenty, "Thanks." The glare crossing his pale face showed that he hardly appreciated the small tip as he shoved it into a small box on his nightstand. Sable would come and empty the box later. He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering slightly, feeling extremely nauseous. He felt like his stomach was about to crawl out of his throat. Looking up at Sig, he raised his head from where he was resting it on his knees, white as a sheet. <br><br>"Don't care. He's disgusting, Sig." Robbie muttered and shook his head, "I hate dressing up like his wife." Robbie wrapped his arms tighter around himself, swallowing so he wouldn't throw up. He felt so nauseous. He didn't want to throw up, though, not in front of Sig. He knew Sig would take care of him, but...<br><br>...maybe it was his being a teenager, but he wanted to look cool in front of Sig, or at least appealing. <br><br>His pale eyes opened, but his pupils were blown, and he looked terribly unhappy. The panties lay crumpled on the ground near the side of the bed. He didn't tell Sig where the drugs were, instead he turned his head to the side, and then sprawled out along the bed. "I think I want to run away," he whispered. <br><br>He opened his eyes and looked up at Sig, swallowing, "I wanna get out of here." <br><br>He didn't want to give up the drugs, as well. They helped him forget what he was doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:20:58</strong>
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				"You not goingk anywhere. I ask you where de stash is, boy.&nbsp; You kill yourself if you left alone."<br>It wasn't exactly like there were a lot of potential hiding places in the sparse cell-like room; but Sig doesn't feel like turning it over right now.&nbsp; The colors alone are making him flinch.&nbsp; It is time to be the bad guy; and it is not pleasant to him when someone close is involved.<br>Robbie is being stubborn, and he is so out of it he is useless.&nbsp; He needs a reality check.<br>Sig grabs him bodily and carries him, naked, to the shower.&nbsp; He turns on the cold water.....full blast.&nbsp; And bodily blocks the shower door with his much larger frame.<br>As the shock of the icy water sets in, Sig speaks firmly.<br>"No way eider one of us is leafing dis place.&nbsp; You got a better idea kid?&nbsp; It start wit givin dis shit up.&nbsp; You get clean...you got a shot.&nbsp; Until den...you goin noplace."&nbsp; His own words make him cringe; he knows they are equally true of his own situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 17:13:14</strong>
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				Robbie shook his head, but squeaked when he was picked up, wiggling viciously and trying to drop from Sig's arms only to be dumped into the shower, crying out plaintively when the water was turned on full blast. It only took him about six seconds to tuck himself up against Sig's legs, trying to avoid the water, shouting the location of the drugs. "They're under the mattress! They're under the mattress! On the right side, God, Sig, it's so cold, let me out!" <br><br>He wrapped his arms around himself, shaking hard, sobering up with the help of the freezing water, "How the <em>fuck</em> am I supposed to sober up when Sable watches me do the drugs, Sig?" He pressed his body firmly against the other man's legs, half-determined to soak Sig to the bone, half-determined to just avoid as much water as he could, "I can't get clean! I can't even bear to take the clients I have! I hate this place! I hate this place and I hate living here! I want..." Robbie's voice dissolved as he pressed his face against Sig's knees. "I want to run away. I wish you could take me and run away. You're the only one who even looks me in the eyes, here." <br><br>What he was saying was dangerous, and he knew it. He couldn't stop himself, though, looking up at Sig. He had to know if the other man felt the same way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:41:23</strong>
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				He wrestles the boy, he is much stronger, but he is hesitant to bruise him.&nbsp; The water is cold, but he has spent much time in the icy waters of his home country, and he does not flinch.&nbsp; He falls to his knees, pushing Robbie back into the water, but the forcefullness moves into an embrace.<br>"Robbie...robbie..."&nbsp; He rocks back and forth a bit, it is not clear who is comforting who.<br>"How much did you take?"&nbsp; The manager is begining to sound suspiciously like a mother hen. "You trow up?&nbsp; You stay wit me, or I make you walk de hall until you come down....Dat's not de way to leaf dis place...feet first.&nbsp; It won't be dat easy, princess.&nbsp; We got work to do first.&nbsp; Gotta be ready; and haf someplace to go."&nbsp; He holds Robbie a bit farther from him, looks him in the eye.<br>"De drugs.&nbsp; We sell dem, and safe de money.&nbsp; Right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:33:47</strong>
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				Robbie let out another plaintive wail when shoved back into the cold water, shaking his head back and forth and sending little drops of water flying from it, then finally stilling and burying himself as close to Sig as he could. He clung to the older man and held on so very, very tight. He couldn't let him go. He had to hold on. <br><br>"Two baggies," he mumbled, "...took two baggies." <br><br>He held on tight to Sig, "Just...just turn off the water, I'll come down in an hour or so." He held on tight, "I just need to wait it out, I'll be fine." <br><br>His dark hair stuck to his face and he looked notably more sober now that the cold water had pounded down on him. He was naked, shivering, curled up within Sig's arms. "I got....I got like, almost a pound of drugs hid around my room. Tons of shit. I've been lifting it from Sable for ages, we can sell it, and...where would we go, Sig? I don't want you to get hurt."<br><br>If the room hadn't been cold before, with the cool water splashing against the walls, it was even colder now. "Please, Sig, it's really cold..." he mumbled with his teeth chattering, slim fingers gripping Sig's soaked shirt so tightly it tugged hard. He held on and then shut his eyes.<br><br>"I hate it here so much, Sig. We have to leave. You and I, we can leave together. We deserve better than this place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 17:34:14</strong>
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				Sig mumbles to himself in Norweigen while scooping the boy up.&nbsp; He has been in big trouble before, and he sees it brewing again before him.&nbsp; If he takes Robbie and leaves this place, he needs to go far...fast...and with a gun.&nbsp; The police have little on Sable's friends and family in the way of tracking; while the police are limited by a budget, these men have unlimited funds.&nbsp; They must take nothing with them that could be construed as belonging to Sable.&nbsp; Taking the daily till would give them reason to help Sable track them.&nbsp; &nbsp;If the only thing missing is the boy...they might consider it Sable's misfortune...not theirs. <br>He wraps Robbie in a blanket, and goes to his own room to change into dry clothes.&nbsp; He comes back in an instant to sit on the bed beside him.&nbsp; "Everywhere, ah?&nbsp; Okay, you pretty goot at hiding de drugs.&nbsp; You sober up, we pull it all out."&nbsp; He pulls the baggie from his pocket that Sable had given him, and looks at it longingly.&nbsp; Fortunately, it's zip seal has held, so it did not get wet as the two of them.&nbsp; Robbie can see that it, too, has had several doses used out of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sig gazes at it ruefully.&nbsp; The drugs are one thing that is keeping him here, as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just one more hit....
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 17:49:41</strong>
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				"Shit, Sig..." he mumbled as he was put on the bed all wrapped up in the blankets. "What are we going to do, though?" He tucked his knees up to his chin and waited for the older man to come back into the bathroom, "I mean, what are we going to do 'bout...'bout our addictions? Gonna try and score shit on the streets when we're running? It'd make it easier for Sable to find us since his friends help control the drug trade in a ton of cities..." <br><br>He swallowed hard and pressed against Sig when he sat back down. <br><br>"I'm sorry, Sig. I shouldn't be asking this from you. I shouldn't be asking you to run with me." <br><br>His dark hair hung in long, wet strands along the side of his face. <br><br>It was wrong for him to ask this of Sig. He shouldn't push him into something like this. This was dangerous for him, but he didn't care about himself. What he cared about was getting Sig killed because he decided to run with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 02:59:56</strong>
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				"You need a rich sugar daddy.&nbsp; Clean, straight....not ex-con...addict...old enough to be your fadder."&nbsp; He shakes his head slowly.&nbsp; "I'm too old for dis.&nbsp; I don't know I have another shot left in me.&nbsp; Been dooing dis shit too long.&nbsp; Only way I can make my living being a horny bastard."&nbsp; He gives the boy a sad smile.&nbsp; "Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll."<br>He had told Robbie that he had been in a few bands.&nbsp; &nbsp; Every time fame seemed within their grasp, sombody's habit fucked it up.&nbsp; It was hard work, and nearly impossible to stay clean.&nbsp; Long term relationships were dashed to against the rocks with the schedule they had to keep.&nbsp; <br>Then he got caught with the hash.&nbsp; It was the beginning of the end; he met Sable's connections in prison.&nbsp; And he was beginning to learn that it was easier to go with the flow.&nbsp; He didn't ever go hungry after that.&nbsp; No fame...but no hunger.&nbsp; All the sex and drugs he could consume.&nbsp; There are silver hairs in his long dark locks, and they are coming in with more frequency.&nbsp; There is a small stripe of grey on his chin.&nbsp; The last leg of his life has aged his face some.&nbsp; Even though most of the clients are looking for young men, enough are still lured him to keep him comfortable.<br>But back on the street?&nbsp; No legit jobs out there for one with his age, history, and record.&nbsp; Even his immigration papers are carefully manufactured fakes.&nbsp; Back with what is left of his family, knee deep in sheep shit far away from the big city.<br>"You know...dere is nutting else for it.&nbsp; We leaf here, and we still have to be peddling dick on de street.&nbsp; We score; den his people know about it.&nbsp; Fuck, here we haf a doctor, and a place indoor to do what we gonna do anyway."&nbsp; He sighs deeply. "What we gonna do, little brudder?"<br>He is still dangling the small baggie from his fingers, waving it back and forth, watching it with fascination.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 03:20:04</strong>
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				Robbie buried his head in his knees. He had to think. He had to think of some solution so that he would be able to pay for things. "I could stay in the city. Start taking clients and giving Sable a cut. Be a kept boy...get a sugar daddy. Vinnie told me he'd buy me an apartment uptown and keep me there if I'd be free for him. I could take him, and some other guys..." <br><br>He swallowed hard, tears welling as he realized how hopeless this situation was, "At least we'd be out of this building. I just..." he shook his head, biting his lip, "If I started taking clients and giving Sable a cut, I'd be outta here, and you could visit me, and..." he shivered. <br><br>"And then I could take money from my clients. Lots of money. Then we could run somewhere." <br><br>He laughed, and it was obviously bitter, "We could run to Aruba. Argentina. Somewhere nice and sunny."<br><br>He shrugged slightly and looked down, pressing himself up against the older man, nuzzling his cheek along Sig's shoulder. He kissed Sig's shoulder and then looked up, "Kiss me, Sig. Please." No one would be watching through the two-way mirror right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 13:49:50</strong>
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				He rests his head against Robbie's for a few moments, then pulls his head back by his hair for a scorching kiss.&nbsp; That mouth that was so very good at cocksucking was soft, tender....and very, very good at kissing.<br>"First; you not gonna let dat filty bastard keep you.&nbsp; You would kill yourself in a week."<br>He repeats the procedure.<br>"Second, you gotta stay where I can look out for you.&nbsp; Efen when you wit a client."<br>He looks deep in to Robbie's eyes, still holding on to his hair.<br>"Tird, you got to learn not to let de clients get to you.&nbsp; Sable...dat's anudder ting.&nbsp; Maybe you got to step up to him, tell him you need your tips.&nbsp; Dat you tankful for what he done for you...but it was a long time ago.&nbsp; If he did it out of love for you; he can still fuck you...but he don need to be takin your tips.&nbsp; De Gots favor de bold.&nbsp; Maybe you talk to him, man to man.&nbsp; He won kill his....money..cow."&nbsp; He hesitates, unsure he has gotten the expression right.&nbsp; &nbsp;He releases Robbie's locks gently, and rubs his back.<br>"You feelink better now?"&nbsp; <br>He taps some of the powder onto the back of his hand and quickly snorts it.&nbsp; <br>"Gotta get back to work."
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 04:42:29</strong>
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				Robbie moaned into the kiss, submitting, giving himself to the other man. He was giving himself up to the other man and wanted to learn from him. He wanted to learn about where Sig was from and what he liked to do when he wasn't working and when he was free from the bar. <br><br>He laughed, slightly, when told that he would kill himself within a week if he worked for Vinnie.<br><br>It was true, but then again, it would be easy money. <br><br>"Okay. I'll...I'll talk to Sable, soon as I get a chance. He won't kill me, you're right." He buried his head in Sig's shoulder and let out a soft moan as his hair was released. <br><br>"...Sig?" he mumbled, "One more kiss. Then you can go back to work. Please, kiss me once more."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 15:48:13</strong>
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				He hesitated, then began anew, with drug fueled fervor.&nbsp; "Little bitch...you gonna get me killed, aren't you?"&nbsp; &nbsp;He pushes Robbie over on the bed, has him pinned beneath his body.&nbsp; Again, and again, he kisses him, then, abruptly, pulls away.<br>"Fuck."&nbsp; &nbsp;He is breathing hard now, the crotch of his jeans tenting over his erection.&nbsp; "Got to get back ...for I get a bullet in de back off my head."<br>He sits back up, and wipes a few strands of wet hair back from his face.<br>"You coming wit?&nbsp; I wanna keep an eye on you until you come down."<br>It is backed up, there are several boys with customers in their rooms, he has to check on them, and get them as they leave the room for Sable's fee.<br>He scribbles into the notebook to record them all, fortunately he knows most of the customers.<br>Finally, he sits back on his bar stool, and leans against the wall.&nbsp; He gives robbie a conspiritorial grin.<br>"When I was your age, I was tenting sheeps.&nbsp; Wondered what de world was like.&nbsp; Couldn't wait to get outta dere.&nbsp; Nefer planned to ent up here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 17:24:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie grinned and fell back onto the bed when Sig pushed, wrapping his arms around the man's thick frame as it came to tower over his body, curling close and holding on tightly to him. He nuzzled along his jawline and then turned back to the kisses, feeling the man grow hard from where he leant against his hip. "Can't wait until...'til we're free and you can fuck me all night long...tie me up, fuck me..." he whispered quietly as he leant in for one last kiss and then sat up and then shook his hair back while nodding to what Sig said. <br><br>"Yeah," he said as he got up and pulled on a pair of tight jeans, not bothering with a shirt. He headed down the stairs after Sig and came and waited at the bar with a bottle of water, taking a slow sip. He ran his fingers back through his hair and came to sit next to him on the bar stool.<br><br>"Sheep?"<br><br>Robbie asked, unable not to laugh. "So, where do you come from? Like, what country? 'Cause you have the accent..." he thought it was sexy, but with Tony lurking around, he figured that he probably shouldn't say that to the other man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 17:31:00</strong>
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				Bumfuck, nowhere."&nbsp; He sighs.&nbsp; "You could'nt efen say de name.&nbsp; Lil country town in nort Norway.&nbsp; I don't haf anyone dere, now.&nbsp; All I haf is....dis place."&nbsp; &nbsp;He pauses, his eyes faraway, digging up old memories.<br>"It was only my mudder, and she worked on a farm.&nbsp; Dint haf a fadder.&nbsp; Some man was, but he used her and left.&nbsp; It was me, and her.&nbsp; She luffed me....but she sure dint need a kid.&nbsp; You know my whole name?"&nbsp; He gave the boy a sad grin.&nbsp; "Sigtryggr Guðröðrsson.&nbsp; Good luck pronouncing it.&nbsp; Efen in jail, de guarts all called me Big Sig."&nbsp; &nbsp;He sighs.<br>"You know, at home,dere would be no question.&nbsp; Dont matter if the boys play games wit each udder.&nbsp; Used to say dat we had no gays around.&nbsp; To us, dat meant a man who would not screw a woman when he get the chance.&nbsp; Ther were NONE.&nbsp; Eferybody take what dey can get, nobody cares. By my age....dey say dat I shoult grow up and get myself a woman."&nbsp; &nbsp;He grunts, peers around, and taps out another sniff from his hand.&nbsp; "DAT's not gonna happen.&nbsp; Got myself a fine young man...who belonk to somebody else."&nbsp; &nbsp;He winks at Robbie, but there is a less then happy look on his face.<br>"Hey; just a tought.&nbsp; Maybe we get clients we can do togedder?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: If I Could Fly Away [Sho and Valkyrie1066]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 08:39:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie listened. He was from a small town in Louisiana, which wasn't exactly bumfuck nowhere but was pretty damn close, given that there were probably more snakes and possums in town than people. He smiled when told that Sig had a boy who belonged to someone else. That was true. He belonged to Sable and Sable certainly didn't share well. It was going to be a mess but they'd deal with it as it came. They were going to make things work, "Hey, hey! If I can't do drugs, you can't do that much either." <br><br>His frown was cuter than anything else, and he looked up at Sig, pausing for a second. "Yeah," he murmured. "I wanna do clients together. We'd make a lotta money doing that. They could fuck me up, then you'd come in and fuck them up," he laughed, letting his hair out.<br><br>He then shrugged slightly.<br><br>"Nah, but really, I wanna do them together. We actually would make good money."
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