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 Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:16 pm
Kite was removed from beneath the bed in his slave quarters with little flailing or strenous yanking, but with a good deal of screaming as he was carried off bodily to the man's room against his will. As he was carted off the pony boy didn't cry out in any discernable language; he just made a great deal of pitiable crying and whimpering noises as he shiverred in his arms. He was already in such a state of panic that he wasn't really listening to all the things his new master was telling him; he was still too busy imagining horrible things to consider anything else as he was being carted off to a strange room for only God knows what.
He didn't kick or scream loudly or flail his arms other than reaching out feebly at the walls and door frames. There was a person in the halls that he reached out too, but they had just laughed gleefully at his plight.
"Please don't hurt me," Was all that he pleaded when they arrived in the room and the door was closed behind them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:43 pm
"Pu-leeze." He huffed irritably as he pushed the slave onto the floor upon their entry,"I'd only punish you if you did something bad." He said, narrowing his cerulean blue eyes at the other. At the moment, he was disgusted with the slave before him, mainly because he was dressed in rags, and he smelled just like the slave wing, and he didn't look particularly clean either.
He pointed to a door that lead to a bathroom,"Go bathe. You reek..." He hissed,"There should be a wardrobe in there with clean clothes. Find something that fits you, then dispose of those rags." He instructed before he moved to a sofa, next to which was a coffee table covered in papers and stacks of books.
He pulled book off of the top of a pile and set it in his lap, sitting cross-legged and flipping the book open, he began to read.
He often became so absorbed in a book, he wouldn't eat or sleep for days, he wouldn't even leave his room.
Though, now he had a slave that would hopefully watch out for him if he ever found himself in situations like that again. Yet, that wasn't the main reason why he bought Kite in the first place, though it was something he would never admit to anyone in a million years.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:02 pm
The horse let out a gasp of air as the wind from his lungs was pushed out as he hit the floor. He looked at him curiously when he said he wasn't going to be punished as long as he behaved, possibly even hopefully.
He moved slowly as catiously towards the bathroom as he pulled himself slowly on to two feets. Not taking an eye off of his new master as he walked into the bathroom, curious if he was going to follow him or peek at him, before scurrying inside and closing the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
Kite looked down at himself and his tail, picking it up and letting the strands of hair run through his fingers. Was he really that filthy? He had no idea. He turned towards the tub and turned on the water, beginning to run himself a hot bath. Slowly he removed the clothes from his back and slide into the water, letting the heat sooth his sore body.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:24 pm
Amstel heard the water running, arching a brow slightly but not taking his eyes off his book. He really wanted to go hop in the tub, and take his slave right then and there, but he decided that the young horse boy deserved to be treated decently on his first day being owned by him.
He sighed heavily, closing his book and standing, he went to fetch himself a glass of vodka, moving to sit back on the couch, he drank the glass down right quick before beginning to read once more.
Amstel didn't consider himself a drunk, but a person who appreciated fine alchohols, preferring wine over beer or whiskey. Though, he didn't have wine at the moment, so he would have to grab a bottle when they went out to buy new clothes for Kite.
He reached a hand up and streaked it through his white-blonde hair before rubbing his eyes slightly, he had a terrible hangover, and yet, he was drinking. Sometimes he felt he just wanted to be drunk forever, things seem to horrible and wretched when you are sober, and everything seems fine and dandy when you're completely smashed.
But of course, he couldn't be drinking all the time, he had many novels to write.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:40 pm
Kite helped himself to the shampoos and soaps that were already in the bathroom. The scents were .. odd, but pleasant. During of this he had no idea of the dangerous he was in, but for the moment he was allowing himself to relax and calm down.
The bath was over too quickly as he exited the water when he was clean, and his fingers were starting to get all pruny. Wrapping a large fluffy bathtowel around himself he want to the cabinets to look for the clothes that Amstel had told him would be there. He looked inside carefully, not certain if there was something that he wasn't suppose to take. In the end he donned a pair of royal blue silk pajamas as they appear to be the more comfortable clothes in the wardrobe. They were a big large for him and there was no hole for his tail, so the back waistband of him pants sat a little low though the large shirt coverred it nicely.
After disposing of his old clothes and cleaning up after himself in general he poked his head back out into the living room. He smelled gently of honeysuckles and mint soap, though the flowery scent came from him and not the bath. He exited the bathroom slowly, setting down each of his feet as gently and quietly as he could as his long tail trailed behind him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:51 pm
Isaaru sniffed slightly, smelling the almost overwhelming scent of flowers, but not turning his eyes away from his book. "Kite." He simply said, pausing for a moment, as if he'd lost his trail of thought,"Come sit by me." He instructed in a firm and demanding tone, closing up his book and setting it atop the stacks on the coffee table infront of him.
He looked up at the horse boy with his cerulean eyes,"There is much we need to talk about." He said, grinning widely.
Of course, like any Master, he would consider the erotic pleasures he could take from every inch of Kite's body, but he also needed him for other things. He needed Kite to watch over him at times, even though he was the Master, he tended to lose track of time, and even himself, and it would be a great help to have someone around to keep him on track.
He also needed Kite for errands, as he was a busy man, he simply didn't have the time to go out and get the basic things he needed to survive.
He still looked at the smaller male, patting the spot on the couch next to him and gesturing him to come over.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:05 pm
Almost immeditately the scent change when Isaaru spoke to him and startled him just a bit. As the rate of his heart increased the scent changed to the scent of lilacs and violets. He moved closer to Amstel, (Or is it Isaaru?) though he sat down on the floor instead of the couch, mostly because he had been told he wasn't worthy of sitting next to his master like an equal, or so his previous master had told him.
But he had addressed him by name, which made him a little more willing to draw that little bit closer, almost like he was hungry for him to say it again. He sat on the floor with his flowing but slightly matted tail behind him and his damp mane sticking out in all directions as he waited for his new master to speak again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:13 pm
(Oops, lol, typo. D: )
Amstel made a strange expression toward the other, sighing as he stood up to refill his cup, then return to his spot on the couch. He sat cross-legged, drinking from his cup feverishly as though he would die from thirst,"Do you know how to read or write, boy?" He asked as he looked to Kite with wary cerulean eyes.
The other hadn't spoken at all yet, and it was beginning to agitate him, so he decided he would start a conversation in hopes to learn atleast a little bit about the slave he was housing.
His eyes narrowed,"You have your own bed and wardrobe, in the bedroom. You will also have to learn how to cook, and clean. On top of that, I will have to send you out to the market every few days to buy food." He said, so he opened a small drawer in the coffee table and pulled out a collar. He pulled a tag from his pocket that had his and Kite's names on it.
He hooked the tag onto the collar, the reached out and fastened the collar to the young slave's neck.
"If you leave, you will return in a timely manner, or I will hunt you down..." He warned, his voice serious and firm.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:25 pm
The horse laided his ears flat against his head as he shook his head sadly, "No I can't." He replied sadly, thinking this was a bad thing. Those cerulean were pretty, but they changed so quickly he wasn't sure what to make of them. They made him nervous the way they seened to peer into him.
He had spoken, briefly, only to beg for himself not to be hurt. He was going to add something when his master started to talk to him again, too which he quickly clamped his mouth shut. A bed, clothes, and food.. It all sounded alright so far. "I can clean... and I can cook, anything but meat. I know the currency of the realm." He pointed out quietly not trying to interrupt when he was talking.
However, Kite quickly clamped up again when Amstel fastened the collar around his neck. His eye went wide in fear at the mention of being hunted and a tear rolled down one cheek silently without him closing his large violet eyes. What was he getting into with this man who smelled of alcohol.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:55 pm
Amstel arched a thin white-blonde brow as he saw the tear roll down his cheek, huffing irritably,"Don't be such a wuss." He hissed, not really one to be taken in so easily by tears or whines.
He withdrew his hands from the other and stood,"Just remember. I'll only hurt you if you do something bad, like running away, back-talking, or anything of the sort." He said, stretching his arms over his head with a groan.
"You will only be allowed to eat three square meals a day. You will shower atleast once every day. You will wear clean clothes, and clean your own clothes. You will sleep when I sleep, and wake when I wake." He said, talking as he moved his way over to a small kitchen-like area.
He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it down, turning and leaning against the counter as he looked at Kite.
"You can stay out for no longer than an entire day. Any longer than that, and I will have to come find you, and punish you." He said, sighing. He hated having such a long list of rules for the small horse boy to follow, but he knew, full-well, that it was completely necessary to keep everything neat and organized.
"I will teach you how to read and write, I will buy you clothes, and you will earn money for cleaning, cooking, and serving me how I please." He said, smirking slightly at that last remark.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:07 pm
He couldn't help it. Part of him just told him to run, run as far and as fast as he legs would carry him away from this frightening place with his terrifiying people. But he'd listened to that urge before and all it had gotten him was being beaten nearly to death.
He didn't want to get hurt so he tried to memorize as many of the rules as he could, even counting them out to himself on his fingers and echoing Amstel's words softly to himself as he did so. "and earn.. Earn money?" He echoed quizzingly not sure what he meant by earning money. He was going to by him clothes and food, and he was providing him with a shelter, why would he give him money? Slaves didn't get paid.... did they?
He bit his lip having one more question for him though he was still a little to timid to ask. Regardless he summoned his courage and asked him anyways, "An.. and what do I call you?" He asked not knowing the name of his master, or in any case what he was to call him. ((Night night))
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 10:25 pm
Amstel smirked at the question,"You'll learn my name when you deserve it. For now, you will just call me Master, or Lord." He said as he headed back over to the horse boy, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll only buy you enough clothes to last you a day. You will earn money, then you will buy your own clothes, food, and anything else you need. You will earn one gold piece for every day, that is, if you complete all your chores." He stated, then his smirk formed into a devious grin.
"You will also earn one gold piece for every time you service me." He said, though, he wasn't sure if the horse boy knew what that meant, but he knew that Kite would learn with time.
"I will be gone most of the day, as I teach English and Literature classes up at the academy. During the time I am away, you will clean. While I'm here, you will service me as I please." He said, nodding to what he said, believing that it sounded good to him.
He stifled a yawn, it was beginning to get late and he grew weary, so he decided it was time for bed,"Now, it is time for bed." He said, gesturing Kite to follow him as he made his way to the bedding area.
There were two beds set next to eachother, though, of course, Amstel's was larger and Kite's was smaller.
Amstel pointed to Kite's bed and looked to him,"This is where you will sleep. My bed is right here, so if you try to do anything funny at the middle of the night, I will know." He said before he made his way to the bathroom and changed into his pajamas.
He headed back into the bedding area, dressed in black silk pajamas that were sleak around his handsome body, crawling into his bed and flopping down, tugging the sheets over him, seeming to fall asleep almost immediately.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 1:50 pm
Kite just tipped his head to the side curiously everytime Amstel mentioned 'servicing him.' He kept saying that, but he had no idea what in the world he meant. His master had already told him that he would be, cooking, cleaning, and in general taking care of him, what in the wold did he mean by that?
He started counting in his head what was should be able to buy with one gold, which wasn't a great deal. "If I have to go shopping do I get an allowance for that?" If he had to buy food for them both if was going to be impossible for him to buy clothing. If he couldn't buy clothing then his master was certain going to yell at him since their was no way that he could cook, clean, go shopping everyday and find time to clean his clothes everyday, and there was no way that he'd be again to purchase any other clothes. He could already see his master yelling at him for wearing the same thing day and and day out.
Kite followed his master into the bedroom and looked around the bedroom curiously. He cocked his head to the side again curious what he was expecting him to do in the middle of the night. Now he was worried about goign to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Opening his mouth as to ask him something else, but he closed it again when Amstel crawled into bed, remembering what he said about he would sleep when he slept. The horse went and crawled quietly into his bed. Pulling the sheets and covers up over his head he peered out at the strange room and his new master not sure how in the world he would fall asleep.
His new master was hanesome, he thought as he stared out into the darkness. It wasn't going to be easy, but at least he wasn't making him dance or do anything horrible or unreasonable. ... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... as long as he didn't have to pee in the middle of the night..
It was with that thought that the horse drifted off to sleep, clutching his pillow to his chest.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 2:19 pm
Amstel slept restlessly all night long, tossing and turning, kicking his sheets and pillows from the bed, before finally ending up on the floor and waking at 6 in the morning.
He stood, groggily approaching Kite's bed and reaching down to shake the small horse boy awake,"Wake up." He grumbled irritably, and with that said, he turned and left the bedding area, heading for the bathroom where he would shower.
He knew it would take his little slave a long while to get used to things and get used to being his Master, he did have many rules and expectations, but he would only punish someone if something really horrible had happened.
He turned the shower on, waiting for the water to get warm before he undressed and climbed inside.
For a bit, he just stood there and let the water completely douse him, still half asleep, waiting for himself to wake up a bit before shampooing his white-blonde hair.
After he was finished with his shower, he dried himeslf and got dressed in a button-up shirt and a pair of tight, ragged blue jeans.
He headed out and made his way to the couch where he sat, pulling a book into his lap and beginning to read.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:37 pm
The horse sat up slightly dazzed and confused, not entirely sure where he was or who he was with. Despite his nerves he had slept quite well since the bed had been far move comfortable than what he was use too. It had been like sleeping on a cloud compared to the dirt floors he'd been sleeping on.
He dragged himself out of bed although he wasn't certain what he was suppose to do since Amstel hadn't told him what to do. He had not clothes to change into and he couldn't shower since Amstel was already in there. Going back to sleep wasn't really an option so he went out to the kitchen and tried to find some kinda food.
Not having eaten since before he had arrived at the manor he was quite famished, although he wasn't sure Amstel would nice the same kind of food he did. Most people really seemed to like meat, but he could never touch the stuff, not in large portions anyways. It tended to make him throw up, but small things like a little egg, beef broth, or baked goods were okay.
He started shuffling around while Amstel was in the shower, finding some coffe to brew and some fruit that was available. Well he said he was suppose to cook, so it was best he try before he was yelled at for slacking. He poured two cups of hot coffee one for himself, that he loaded up with four heaping spoonfuls of sugar, and another for his master putting teo small container with cream and sugar on the side. To the tray he added a plate with toast and strawberries he had found with butter and jam on the side. His own toast was already smoothered in perserves. Quietly and sleepily he walked out and set the tray down on the table in front of Amstel, uncertain what kind of reaction to expect.
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