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Post by Ares Sho Takahashi on Aug 27, 2009 19:33:21 GMT -6
Fred, shut up you prick. You could have helped me at least,[/color] he brushed away a strand of red hair from his face. The blood from the wounds on Ares' palms and elbows dried as he heard the laughing. He watched as the man looked through his stuff, pocketing the money he had spent days working to collect. He then heard a body hit the ground. He couldn't turn his head to see what was happening, his body was too angled to the ground. But he heard it. He heard all of it. He heard Cael demanding his stuff be left alone. And then the violent sounds of fist hitting body and the sickening dull thump of head hitting ground. He heard the words, struggling, trying to break free of his binds as continued to picture the scene behind him. He didn't like what his mind saw. He wanted to break free. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted to help the guy who had wanted to help him.
And mine's still squirming,[/color] Bob chuckled darkly as he moved over towards Ares, bending down, cupping his chin as he brought Ares up onto his knees, he laughed, looking over at Fred, Heh. At least mine doesn't talk.[/color] and then, in a silent challenge, he gave Fred a look. Challenging him to the competition presented next. He pulled Ares close, holding him by the waste as he planted one on Ares. Pressing harder, deeper, forcing his tongue in between Ares' lips as he struggled for freedom, but Bob's reaction was to merely hold tighter, pulling him closer into him as he worked his tongue before parting. Ares was frozen in shock. He had known that was probably going to happen, but he was still immensely freaked about it. His stun caused him to forget to keep balance, and he toppled to the side, unable to move to catch himself as he hit the ground hard.
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Post by Cael Mahoney on Aug 27, 2009 20:37:39 GMT -6
Well if he is still squirming, then show how to stop.. or give him a good reason to squirm. He sneered at Bob. He kept a hold on Cael. Keeping him pinned to the wall. Cael felt sick. He was scared and it was plain to see. He squirmed more but felt the grip tighten. It was starting to hurt so he stopped. He looked over to Ares just in time to see him being lifted up and kissed. But it didn't just look like a kiss. It looked like this man was eating Ares' face off. He felt horrible for Ares. Fred looked at Bob and caught the gaze he was thrown. A smirk on his face as he watched the competition. This would be fun. Oh.. I see.. He smirked. Cael looked from one to the other, but soon felt a hand on his throat. Pinning him against the wall. Cael's hands flew out and grabbed the man's wrist as his small neck was being crushed a little. He stuggled to get a breath in, but as soon as he tried. Lips were against his once more, forcing his tongue passed Cael's lips.
He kept one hand on the man's wrist and his other hand pushed against his chest. Trying to push him away. He squirmed and tried kicking him. But the man had pressed himself against him. Pinning him back completely. He was also feeling the start of something he didn't think he would like. He wasn't liking this anyway. He fought more. Fred backed off the kiss and tore Cael's shirt off. His skin goosed on him and he shivered. A tongue was then pressed against his neck. Fred licked the side of his face as he took his free hand and began to get a feel for Cael's torso. He stopped and looked at Bob with a grin. I think we got lucky. Cael meanwhile was tearing up. He was scared he might experience what his brother had and this was quite possibly a small taste of that fear and experience. He knew he would have to hide this if they ever got out.
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Post by Ares Sho Takahashi on Aug 27, 2009 21:29:46 GMT -6
Bob ignored the sneer as he looked over at the actions against Cael. He glanced back at his current uke, looking at his little friend with wide, horrified eyes at what was happening to him. He could tell the small boy wanted nothing more than to be able to go over and tear Fred away from Cael. He wanted to. So badly he wanted to break free and run over there. But his arms were still tied tightly, his legs tied to them. The only thing that he could move freely now was his head. He could only watch as he saw Cael being abused. His eyes looking at Cael's tearing up ones. Bob chuckled at Fred's statement though. He grinned, Yeah. You do a good job at picking up little whores,[/color] and as he spoke his hand had buried deep into Ares' hair, pulling his head back as he examined the still-clothed body. He had noticed his buddy tear off the shirt, but he really wasn't a tearing kinda guy. He was a slicing guy. He reached into his pocket, taking out a small, clothe-cutting knife. He pulled Ares' shirt outwards, chuckling, Hehehe, you only have one other shirt, don't you?[/color] and with that, he sliced down, the cloth ripping and tearing neatly as it exposed his bare flesh. He cut the sleeves, the shirt able to easily fall off his skin.
The man lifted the ripped shirt now, cutting two strips, one larger than the other. The larger one he placed over Ares' eyes, tying it tightly behind his head. He kept the other strip down next to him, looking at what he had done so far. He didn't need a mouth gag yet. The kid hadn't said a word. But he had struggled a bit. He stood up, not quite satisfied with the rope as he moved towards the same cabinet he had gotten the rope from. He took out a leather set of binds. Pretty much any of his 'darker' buddies knew about his obsession. The one involving black binds against pale young skin. He moved over towards Ares, pushing him back against the wall. He untied Ares' hands, keeping a firm grip as he buckled them together, the one small chain on the arms splitting it's use by the chained leather collar that went around his neck and the chain that was used with another chain on the wall, keeping his upper arms and body from moving. The legs were still tied, but they had their own leather to go with them. He pulled off the pants of the unwilling boy, who had been trying to struggle but couldn't get away as the leather went to his legs, binding ankles close to thighs legs apart. Ares struggled, exposed now, embarrassed to be seen in such a get up by anyone as he felt the hands start stroking his body.
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Post by Cael Mahoney on Aug 28, 2009 19:55:15 GMT -6
this will continue on in e-mail land
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