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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 7:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:01 pm
Amstel opened the door to his condo, stepping inside, he was pulling along a smaller male behind him by the wrist, tugging him into the condo before closing the door.
He sighed, releasing the other's wrist as he made a straight beeline to the kitchen, opening the refridgerator and pulling out a can of beer. He looked to Michael with irritated cerulean eyes.
He wasn't very good at communicating with people, all he knew is that he mainly purchased the young man to keep his condo clean, and to make sure that he didn't literally work himself to death.
He sighed, cracking open the beer, enjoying the sound of it for a moment before he finally spoke,"I bought you, and now you're going to do as I say, right?" He said slyly as he navigated into the living room, sitting down on the couch. Of course, there were stacks and stacks of books scattered all around the condo, because Amstel was an author, writing books and teaching students for a living.
"All I ask is that you keep the place clean and organized. And that when I'm writing, I don't get carried away." He said, speaking from experience. A few days ago, he wised up when he was strolled out to the hospital because he'd worked so hard on his novels. It was a frightening experience, because he was the only person here at the time, but now he had someone living with him.
"I'll pay you 10$ an hour, and I'll pay you at the end of every week. How does that sound?" He suggested as a hand moved up to ruffle up his white-blonde locks.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:08 pm
Michael stood for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he set his jaw; simply staring at the man who had drug him out of his room with hardly a word. He shifted his hips to one side, giving his jaw a hard roll as he did it.
"So, I'm gonna clean house an play babysitter for an albino monkey with a serious problem with tellin' between 'person' an 'vacuum cleaner' ?" He asked, in such a tone that it was plainly evident he was not amused. The hell kind of crap was this? He figured; sure, people were polite enough to say a single word before abducting someone. He probably wouldn't have planted his heels the whole way and made streak marks behind them if he had actually said anything. Hell, if he had said 'I bought you.' or something, perhaps he would have given him a look; stubbornly followed. But he would have!
Maybe.
As it was, he may as well have been hit over the head caveman style and thrown over the taller male's shoulder. It would have had the same amount of tact and eloquence.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:17 pm
Amstel laughed slightly at the other's fiestiness as he sipped from his beer,"You got that right Princess." He said heartily as he grabbed a book and flipped it open,"You have your own room, with a bathroom, upstairs. You can eat all you want, just as long as you stay out of my booze." He said, a bored, vacant expression on his face.
"I need to keep the place clean, because I have alot of clients that come and visit me and talk to my about my upcoming projects, so I think the place should atleast be presentable." He said. It obviously wasn't strange to him at all that he actually bought a living, breathing human being mainly just to clean, cook and babysit him.
"I will need you to run errands for me from time to time aswell, as I'm a very busy man." He said in a somewhat playful arrogant tone as he flipped a page, taking a gulp from his can of beer and sighing contently.
He grinned, taking his eyes off the book for a moment to glance over his shoulder at Michael,"I'll even pay you extra if you do me some very... special favors." He said, chuckling slightly at what he said.
It wasn't odd to him at all, being a sex obsessor, he didn't care who it was with, as long as it was good, and he didn't get any diseases.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:25 pm
Michael raised an eyebrow at his own room and bathroom. That was a little more than he had in his own room. And he thought softly that perhaps he would even be able to decorate. Afterall, what was the point of having a room if you had to pretend it was an untouchable ice cube?
Everything pretty much went down hill from there, making him almost look disgusted. Though he suspected that he would have to do quite a bit of chores; there was a reason why people said 'treating me like a slave' when someone was being worked hard. So it was good..and it was bad. Probably better than a few other things...cooking, cleaning..well, he had to eat anyways, so food was alright. And he would have to wash clothes..but making sure the man ate? He- Oh fine.
The last made him raise an eyebrow, the man's tone; the look in his eyes. Sure he was lots of things; irritating, lazy, hyper, among others. But he was not a whore.
"I don' wan' stuff fer sex, if that's what'cher talkin' about. Sir Virtuous. I ain' a street walker; thanks." He said, the corner of his top lip curling. He wasn't sure if he was going to be angry or happy. So much good, so little to like.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:34 pm
Amstel laughed at his response, shaking his head slightly as his eyes turned to his book once more,"Thats fine. I'm not really into scrawny little pre-pubescent boys like you anyway." He teased with a smirk playing on his lips, taking another sip from his beer before setting it on the coffee table infront of him. He slipped a cigarette out from the pocket of his pants and set it between his lips, lighting it and taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke into the air.
"Oh. And I have a uniform, that you're required to wear. It's laying on top of your bed upstairs. I think you'll find it very well suited for you." He said, laughing once more at his comment.
He set his book down and grabbed a blank notebook from the table, grabbing up a pencil, he began to write and of course, his thoughts drifted off into their own little world, as though he were dissapearing from this world and morphing into his own.
Even if his new maid were to speak to him while he was like this, he probably wouldn't even hear him, and would be much less likely to even respond.
Writing his novels were his only escape from this world, though, most people who knew Amstel wouldn't know what he would possibly want to escape from at all. He was very rich, and reasonably famous, he lives in an expensive, high-end condo, and he throws his money around as though it were worthless.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:50 pm
Michael couldn't help but feel a little dismissed; that was fine. He'd said no, and the man had accepted it. He could just go up stairs and look for a room with a 'uniform' on the bed. That made him wonder just what the man would have him wear. And the longer he thought, the less he liked the idea. There was..something odd about him. The look in the man's eyes. Maybe it was just the alcohol; Michael liked to drink as much as the next man, but it was practically a part of his new 'master's' scent. A tickle that stuck in his nose. Drinking was usually pretty short lived; fast and hard for the little asian. There and gone. So he hardly did it. But this one..he could have BEEN a beer bottle for all Michael's nose was telling him.
With a quick step he hurried himself upstairs, looking from room to room for one with something on the bed. Though that proved useless at first; finding every room to be in some state of what was either filth, or swamp. He wasn't sure. It smelled thick and musty, dirty. Wet. Clothes left too long in the hamper; though if you could find the hamper..Well, he was sure that was impossible in some of the rooms. As though the man used up on, and moved to the next.
He did finally find a room that was pretty fairly clean, A set of black and white on the bed that looked like it was in no way for him. Frills. Where there ******** frills on that thing? He wandered into the room and his eyes went wide; face a pale sallow tint that really made him look like a burnt lemon. He picked up the top half of the thing, staring at it with disbelieving eyes. A maid's outfit. Complete with apron. And lace. Why was there lace? He tugged at the front; it's square cut neckline made to show off breasts he would never have. But it seemed cut somehow for a male frame. No extra cloth to ruin the look.
He gazed down at the bottom; it's short ruffled skirt looking far too small to be of any use as an actual covering. And..petticoats..? Ooh yes, of course. To make the short skirt shorter. Made perfect sense. He wanted to vomit. Underwear. There HAD to be underwear somewhere. He went through the clothes once..twice; until something fell OUT of the skirt, and lay on the floor in a fluffy black heap. At first it looked like a bit of stray cloth..until he picked it up. Lace. More lace. On underwear cut for a man..but made to look like panties. Oh hell no. ******** no way in ******** hell was he-
"I AM NOT WEARING THIS! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL!! Y'whip me! Beat me! Tear int'a me! ********' TIE ME UP AN PUT NEEDLES IN MY NECK! I am NOT wearin' this!" He threw the heap of fluff across the room, cheeks a scarlet so dark he should have been bleeding out his pores. No way. No ******** way. He was small; and the outfit would more than perfectly outline him in the flat chested girlish figure he had. It was one reason he didn't wear tight clothes.
He looked like a girl.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 8:59 pm
Amstel shook his head slightly at all the racket, looking to the stairs as he heard Michael shouting. He sighed, setting the notebook down and heading up the stairs, standing in the doorway of the other's room and staring in, smirking at him,"You'll wear it, if you don't want me to toss you to some old, fat drunken pervert that will ******** your brains inside and out. My supervisor is very fond of young boys, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to ravage your petite little body. You know, he is a *****, even though you're a little old for that, I'm sure he has little sailor outfits he can dress you in." He said, a small chuckle escaping his lips after he spoke.
Even though Amstel was a bit indifferent when it came to crossdressing, he knew that he would only dress his slave in this attire as a way to show dominance. If the other did as he asid, he would surely be rewarded, though, Amstel couldn't tell him that, because he'd listen simply to recieve the reward, instead of recognizing his place and his Master's dominance over him. Somewhat like training a puppy.
He took a puff of his cigarette,"It's not all that bad, I'm sure a cute boy like you could pull it off just fine." He said lowly, a hint of irritation in his voice. Amstel tended to be very sick-minded, but it was just part of his wide an extensive odd and off-beat personality.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 9:12 pm
Michael paled, the pink still sitting on his cheeks; or rather, floating should have been a more appropriate term. He looked sick. As though he had a fever in the middle of cold. Fat ugly sex crazed- okay, so a skirt wasn't as bad as all that. Maybe if he had liked him, it would have been alright to wear it, but..Damnit this was not something he wanted at all.
"Fine. Fine. I'll wear it. I'll ******** wear it. Happy now? Sick twisted sex obsessed bleach-blond pale excuse for a.." he continued muttering, going around gathering up the bits and tossing them on the bed angrily before standing with his hands on his hips; staring. There was no way this made sense. The man had planned on punishing him before even bringing him home.
"Get out, an I'll change." He said in a firm tone, setting his jaw hard enough that it made a light grinding sound. There was a low growl as he stared at the uniform. He would have had ears pressed flat against his head; if he had the ones that matched the sound leaking out of him.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 10:16 pm
Amstel huffed at the other, taking another step into the room before closing the door behind him,"I don't think I will leave." He said lowly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against one of the walls, puffing from his cigarette.
He watched Michael closely with cerulean eyes, tapping the ashes of his cigarette onto the floor because he apparantly didn't care, it wasn't his mess to clean up anymore, it was Michael's.
"Pretend I'm not even here." He said softly, arching his blonde eyebrows in amusement, he was curious to see what the younger male looked like underneathe the clothes.
He did admire his feminine figure, or what parts of it weren't hidden by clothes, he really did think it was a shame. He believed someone who had a figure like Michael's should embrace it instead of hide it away like it was a bad thing.
"Why do you wear such baggy clothes?" He asked curiously,"Because you're afraid that you'll look like a girl?" He asked again, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 10:31 pm
"If I'm gonna pretend ya ain' 'ere, then yer gonna 'ave t' shut the hell up." Michael said stiffly, squarely putting his back to the other male as he ruffled through the clothes trying to figure out what went on first. The underwear, obviously..then the petticoats..the top..then the skirt..GOD why did he even know these things? He had a sudden urge to punch the black and white pile; knowing it wouldn't satisfy him..mostly because the clothes wouldn't cry or scream.
"An I KNOW I look like a girl. I don' 'ave t' think it." he muttered sourly, reaching up as he set his jaw; taking a deep steadying breath. Amstel wasn't there..he could pretend that. Though he would leave off the muttering he was planning on doing when the man left. ...No, maybe not. He could still smell the smoke; and though he figured he could smoke if he wanted..the way he healed keeping his lungs from going to crap..it just didn't seem worth it. It'd be out through his system before he even got a chance to enjoy it. Oh well.
"Goddam white haired freak.." He said under his breath, grabbing at his dual layer of shirts and taking them off to toss across the room; hands unfastening his belts before letting his pants simply fall to the floor; stepping out of them before taking his socks off; refusing to do the dark colored boxers until last. But even those came off and flew across the room in his irritation. He snatched up the underwear; Panties really. But it helped him to think of them as underwear. Then took a moment of ruffling through all the frills and fluff to figure out which way was forward. He tugged those on and actually had to stop and adjust things, doing delicate little tugs at the back as they felt too tight. Michael never wore tighty whiteys..they were just...odd. So the feeling of having his a** firmly cupped by a patch of silky cloth edged in fluff..well, he felt worse than fruity. He felt molested. This was wonderful.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 10:40 pm
Amstel watched in amusement as the other undressed, watching his irritated motions, they somewhat reminded him of a child throwing a temper tantrum. Though, he would be sure to break that temper from his new maid very quickly, not wanting to have a bitter relationship between them. Amstel didn't need anymore enemies.
He smirked as he watched Michael pull the lace underwear on, thinking they fit him perfectly, yet he noticed that the other felt uncomfortable in them.
He licked over his lips, not realizing he actually did, he was doing everything in his power to keep himself from bolting over there and tackling Michael, and taking him right then and there.
Though, to no prevail.
He slowly approached the young man, tossing his cigarette on the floor and rubbing it out with his shoe.
He walked up behind him, moving his arms slowly around his waist and pulling him into his body,"I can't help myself, those lace panties fit you perfectly..." He said quietly into Michael's ear, the smirk on his lips widening.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 10:48 pm
Michael shuddered, silently cursing himself at the sensation that he knew shook his body slightly. He leaned forward, trying his damnest to not press himself against the other male. He clenched his jaw tight enough that his neck tensed; almost a pain.
"Y'probably snuck in my room an measured my a** while I was sleepin'. That'd be why they fit, I bet." He said bitterly, going on tiptoes as his hands went to grip at Amstel's arms; shove at them while trying to separate them. There was nothing that made him want to snuggle with the white haired man. He was disgusted, for one. Deeply and utterly disgusted. Another..he hadn't tried to entice him with his nakedness. It wasn't as though he'd shook his a**, did a little dance. He'd done his best to try and put his clothes back on as fast as possible. No luck.
"Get off'a me." He tried for a rather fruitless and stupid looking hop and twist, blushing and going stiff as the lace brushed against his thighs. Bad tickle. Bad.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:02 pm
Amstel only tightened his grip around the smaller male when he tried to seperate them, pressing up against him lightly. "You're so sassy, you know, that only makes me want to take you more..." He whispered lowly as he carefully turned the other around so they were facing eachother. His cerulean eyes were devious, but there was an obvious hint of wanting in them, they weren't glazed over like they usually were, because he wasn't drunk. A rarity.
"Thats just silly. I never knew you even exsisted before I bought you. I got an outfit like that because I intended on purchasing a young male with a small build." He said quietly, his hands stroking behind Michael, one resting on his backside and groping, pulling him closer with a force that was neither fierce nor strong, but simply persuasive.
"Though I know quite a bit about you, but you probably don't even know my name. Maybe its better that way, I like being called Master." He said with a smirk as he was apparantly playing around, a hand moving up to grip the other's chin lightly in an attempt to draw him in for a kiss, knowing that the other may try to resist, so he could force him if necessary.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2008 11:12 pm
Michael couldn't help letting out low breaths of sound; changing them from the pleasured things they sounded into irritated hisses, screwing his face up in a look of anger as he put hands firmly on Amstel's chest.
"What makes y'think I ain' gonna bite'cha?" He asked heatedly, white-blue eyes darting up to stare into cerulean ones. How could this a** of a man think he was just going to kiss him? And call him Master? That was a term of respect beyond any he had ever known, and he was simply expected to use it? Ridiculous. He hadn't even seen proof he'd been bought, he wasn't wearing a collar, and how in the ******** did he not think of that BEFORE he got naked?
Michael may have had loose morals, but he didn't just jump in bed with anyone who crooked their finger at him in a sexy way. He growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through him. He was not having fun. Not!
Well, that was what he would say if he didn't know that the other man was going to bring up a rather important.....point..against him. Or rather..Against the white haired male.
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