Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 17, 2018 10:22:42 GMT 10
Damien stopped smiling, picking up a tray before he replied. “Get a job? I don’t really know... My dad wants me to work the corner and take up his buisness, but I don’t wanna be locked away like him.” Damien shrugged as if it was nothing, to him it was everything. He wanted out but couldn’t see a way. “What do you wanna do?” He asked once he loaded up his tray, hating that he would have to pay for all of the crap.
I liked that he moved to me so quickly. “Yah wanna live in fear or do you want to live yah life without worry?” I asked, not giving him a chance to respond as I pulled him into my lap, circling my arm around his waist. Why I did it? I wasn’t sure. What I knew was that I wanted him right here and I wanted to see his reaction, to see him squirm.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 17, 2018 13:45:16 GMT 10
Jaxon's eyes widened and he shoved his chest, pulling himself away from him immediately. "Don't touch me." he snarled and walked away from the table. He wanted that... But he wanted that privately.
Eliot shrugged, "I'm not sure... I like helping people, and the South side is full of people who need help so definitely something on that line."
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
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Post by Harrison on Nov 17, 2018 15:11:35 GMT 10
I laughed at his horror, waving my fingers in his direction. Soon after my favourite cheerleaders and track runners joined my table, a beta cheer girl settled on my lap happily. She asked when I could hook her up, it replied by slipping my hand down her pants, publicly getting her off.
Damien nodded politely, “That’s cool, like a homeless shelter or a teen support center?” He looked over at the ruckus Jaxon was making, eyes catching on Rhys’ grubby form, “you know the local shelter closed, got bought by a big cosmetic shop, Rhys over there has been sleeping in the locker room ever since.” Damon paid for his tray, frowning at the price. “Where do you wanna sit?” He finally asked, looking around at the full tables, Damien normally sat by himself where Eric was sitting.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 17, 2018 15:44:33 GMT 10
Eliot looked over at Rhys, the idea of a shelter... He hummed in thought, "I have a spare bed in my house if he wants it. My cousin was crashing with us when he OD'ed." He turned and noticed Eric getting a girl off. He scrunched up his nose and muttered, "Let's head away from.. That."
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 17, 2018 16:11:26 GMT 10
Damien didn’t think anything of what Eric was doing, having seen too many public displays of fucking to be counted as a normal number. The amount of times he found Rhys giving a blow job in the toilets... Jesus, he had probably seen the entire football team with Rhys on his knees. “Agreed. The gardens is okay,” Damon ignored the rules and took his tray with him, walking with Eliot out to the empty garden area. “What school were you at before?” He then asked, sitting at one of the few clean benches.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 17, 2018 18:22:14 GMT 10
"Ah... I came from a few towns over. Nothing special." Eliot said rather than giving him a name. He cleared his throat and sat down on the bench with him, looking around the yard in a quite contemplation. There was a huge problem with homelessness in the south side...
Jaxon found himself down the road from the school, having just bolted to let his mind run. He swallowed thickly as he moved down the quiet street, staring down at the rubbish and the occasional syringe. He felt an iron grip on his arm and he gasped as he was pulled in to an alley. He yelped as his front was pressed against a wall and hands grasped at his clothes, tearing at them until he was almost bear. He struggled, screaming until his voice was hoarse and a hand clamped over his mouth. "Beautiful body, huh?" a gruff voice growled from over his shoulder. He felt a hand slide down his bare spine and he pressed his knees together as he felt it move over the curve of his hip and under his ass. He whimpered, tears falling from his eyes. "I'll take him for an hour." A sweeter, yet just as arrogant man replied, "Maybe two depending on your price." "I've been eyeing him off for a while, seems reluctant to be with a man, so he's most likely untouched. Look at the way he's trembling." the gruff man had a grin in his voice and he suddenly felt himself be spun around, his back slammed against the mossy brick. He closed his eyes tightly and felt a hand run down his chest to his crotch and he whined, pressing back. His wrists were crushed between his body and the wall, the forearm over his chest and the strong leg pressing against his own making it impossible to move. He suddenly felt a hand on his chin, lifting his head up, "are you sure he's of age, anyone could have thought he were a boy." "Of course he is, he just ran out of a highschool, that's of age enough." the man snarled, "He's one of the finer looking bottoms, so I'll give him to you first for $2000." Jaxon couldn't believe this was happening. His heart raced. Had he really just been sold? He was so terrified that he didn't register a deal being struck until he was being hauled off in to a door coming off the alley. He'd been targetted? Was he really just pimped out by a man he didn't even know the face of? What was going to happen to him? Fear caused him to become even weaker than his malnutrition did so as he found himself tied, stomach down, on a red bed that smelt faintly of lavender and strongly of seed and sweat, being taken by a man he hadn't seen and didn't know the name of- he couldn't do anything except take it.
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Harrison
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Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 18, 2018 16:13:14 GMT 10
Storm rolled his neck out as he entered the room, looking down at the boy tied spread eagle stomach down on the bed. He walked up and, without ceremony or warning, grabbed at the boy’s ass, feeling him up. Skinny. Could fatten him up. “You be good now and I won’t have tah make you regret it,” he purred, taking the cash from a client before closing the door as he left. Buisness was going great.
“Good boy,” Storm greeted, hours later, “such a good boy,” he practically crooned. “Did me good. Nicky? Come help me get these undone.” He called over he shoulder, hands gentle as he untied the ties around the boys wrists and ankles. A white hair, probably died, man walked in, face a void of any empathetic emotion. He got the kid up, uncaring if he hurt him as he picked his naked body up birdal style. “This is your life now baby boy, be a good little bottom and get some rest, daddy’s going to cash your earnings.” Storm called, leaving the teen with Nick. Nick carries him to a private, cleaner room, similar colours to the last one but no smell of other men. He kept walking to the prepared bath and, surprisingly, carefully lowered him in. That may of been to reduce mess, not the teen’s wellbeing. “Clean up.” Nick ordered, stepping back and watching him with an inpatient stare.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 18, 2018 16:28:50 GMT 10
Jaxon was stunned, shocked, in pain and tired. He looked down at the water, his heart pounding in fear. He took his time cleaning himself up, terrified the entire time. "who are you?" he asked quietly, glancing up at him since he was too scared to actually look at him. He had really just been... He felt tears come to his eyes and he pulled his knees in against his chest tighter, not wanting to think about it. He felt violated...
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
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Post by Harrison on Nov 18, 2018 17:29:15 GMT 10
“Nick,” he pulled the plug and helped teen our, “probably the only guy that doesn’t want to use you.” Nick grabbed a towel before wrapping Jaxon up, sweeping him off his feet. “You will get used to this soon, it may take some time but you will eventually learn how to act and what to say. If you don’t there will be repercussions that don’t just effect you.” He said it like a script, voice matching the void that was depicted on his face. “Storm has requested that I ensure you eat before you sleep.” Nick added once he placed him down on the double bed, he swiftly grabbed the pile of clothes off the bedside table and proceeded to pull the towel off. Forcing the boy into a clean grey shirt, “I suspect you would rather dress the rest of yourself without me?”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 18, 2018 17:32:47 GMT 10
Jaxon nodded and put on the clothes immediately, mumbling, "Who's Storm...?" Was he still going to go to school? He knew about this sort of thing happening in the South Side, it was part of the reason you just didn't go out by yourself. He was an idiot. His life would probably never be his own again, and neither would his body.
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 18, 2018 17:36:31 GMT 10
Nick took a chair from the only desk in the room, setting across from Jaxon. He then grabbed the tray of tomato soup and toast off of the desk, finally taking a seat. All of his movements were quick and efficient. No hesitation or thought. A process he had gone through too many times. “Storm is the man selling you,” he passed over a piece of toast, “any other questions?”
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 18, 2018 17:48:09 GMT 10
"It's not his body to sell." He mumbled, closing his eyes to hide his upset. His brow scrunched and he rubbed his hands over his face, "I'm not even gay fucking hell..." He whispered and got off the bed, not wanting to be near it even if it wasn't the one he was defiled on. He tugged his fingers through his hair it muttered, "Prostitution. Great. Let me out so I can go back to my classes." He snapped, waling towards the door.
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Harrison
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Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 18, 2018 18:36:22 GMT 10
Nick placed the tray on the bedside table, ready to restrain the teen. “We will provide home schooling if you wish? If you graduate, a portion of what you have helped us earn will go to putting you through college, assuming you earn enough and survive that long of course.” Nick shrugged, now beside him, “Come on man, free food, free collage, and free house over your head? Only a few hours of sell yourself a day, not a bad deal.” Nick tried the door, finding it locked as he left it. “Not like you got a choice. Come and eat your dinner.” He shrugged, leaning against the wall.
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Post by Dawnfire on Nov 18, 2018 18:39:33 GMT 10
"Unlock the damn door." he snarled, "I'm enrolled in school, so I'll be going to school. You don't get to sell my body and take all that I earn even if I was going to agree to all this- I do have a choice and so do you- get the fuck out of my way or I stab you with the closest sharp object!"
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Harrison
Rogue
Reminiscing the times I would be on here for hours on end twisting stories to hide in.
Posts: 8,749
Relationship Status: A thing?
Role: Lowkey Admin and Highkey hopeless writer
Pronouns: They/Them
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Post by Harrison on Nov 18, 2018 18:51:11 GMT 10
Nick blinked, the only thing sharp in this room was his own jaw line, next being the pillow. All furniture was bolted down, the chair the only loose thing around and that could hardly break, Nick doubted the teen could throw it hard enough. “I really don’t care. Return to the bed before I make you.” Nick sighed, his eyes not quiet focused on the kids face so he moved closer.
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