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Ahlaway
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- Jul 17, 2013
Hey all,
I've noticed that a lot of interest in a roleplay seems to die out somewhere midway through plotting, so I've decided to start a thread of 'wing it' rps. Bellow you'll find starters (which are likely to fall in the paragraph to two range to make things easy and not set up too much, but feel free to reply with more or less) and picture plots. To start a roleplay with me, all you have to do is message me a reply, or a picture you're interested in.
That being said, if you're interested, but would rather do plotting, feel free to message me as well. Also, if you're interested in one of the starters bellow, but wish to switch the roles (I can play either sub or dom).
f-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/the_cat
Starters.
**Disclaimer: All muses are of age (the youngest being 18 in highschool) **
Seeking Doms
1. The bell rang, and the chaotic shuffle and chatter of changing classes filled the hall outside of his cramped, metal prison once again. Elliot had long since given up trying to shout for help. No one could hear the sound, muffled by the ball gag within his mouth, and secured tightly around his head. Besides, at this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to be found. It wasn't that he didn't want to be freed of course. Quite the contrary, but after being held here for hours, he didn't think he could handle the shame of being found in such a position. Besides the gag, his hands were bound securely behind him, and his ankles were tied together. A thick leather collar was wrapped around his neck, and a small chain connected it to the back most hook of the locker, which, thankfully had a thick enough cloth over it, that he could lean back without fear of hurting himself.
A small, muffled scream caught in his throat a few moments after the hall had fallen silent again, as he was reminded of the worst bits of it all. Tapped over each nipple was a vibrating egg, and a fair sized plug was within his ass. All three objects had a frequency of vibrating at different intensities, randomly, and given the length to which this spell went he could only assume that his tormentor had gotten a free period, or he'd decided to leave it on for the whole of a class again. As the goosebumps grew more apparent on his skin, and his penis lifted once again, he could only pray it wasn't the latter.
(This could be a boyfriend, stalker/kidnapper, some random sod who's locker this happens to be, or whatever you'd like.)
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2. Andrew's life was over.
Who would have thought that a handful of gay porn videos during a rough time in collage would have lead to this? Leaning over his desk, naked, and flinching as each strike of the ruler came down, he was at a complete loss. He should have gotten a factory job like his friend had, or a the very least, he shouldn't have let them talk him into doing the more...kinky skits. This boy could easily destroy his life. The life he'd done the humiliating videos for in the first place. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't, and so, when the strikes finished at last, he tried his best to ignore the stinging of his very likely red ass, and hung his head, body trembling ever so slightly. "W-what would you like me to do now?"
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3. Emil shivered, for a good number of reasons, as he finished the last bit of dusting. Setting his rag down, he tugged at the edge of his apron. The only article of clothing the master of the house allowed him today. He didn't mind. At least, not really. It was chilly, but he was happy he could make the master happy. The chain of anal beads, that shifted with every step, and came to life in vibrations at his master's will, was another story, but he didn't say anything. No. It wasn't the hardest, or most embarrassing he'd been asked to do, and he'd likely do much more then even that, to make his master happy.
Still, even with that determination, it didn't stop him from breathing a quiet curse when the beads came to life midway down the hall. Collapsing against he wall, he whimpered when the vibrations didn't die down after a few minutes. It seemed master had tired of waiting for him to finish. So, on shaky legs, he made his way to his master's room, knocked, and then entered. Giving a deep bow, he bit back a moan as the man turned the volume up a setting. "M-master, the ch-chores are done. W-what would you like n-next?"'
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4. Elias hadn't ever been so afraid in his life.
He should have listened. The elders had always warned them not to venture close to where the humans let their young play. Their pa-ru-ka, or, whatever they called it. He'd know better, and he should have listened, but he'd just been so curious. Curious of the big people, and this place they had built. His plan had only been to get close enough to get a better look, and yet he'd never even made it that far.
He'd been caught in some kind of trap, and before he could find a way to escape, one of them and come and gotten him out of it. They'd then shoved him into some kind of glass container, and then placed that into a dark box of some sort. And in that box he'd been trapped.
Trapped until now.
Eyes squinting against the sudden light, he whimpered and pressed his back against the glass wall. "P-please! D-don't kill me!"
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Seeking Subs
1. "You know teach, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a dick." Of course, if he hadn't been, Zachary would have missed out on having the hottest teacher in the school as his fuck toy for his last semester of highschool, which would have been a true tragedy. The final bell had sounded a good hour ago, and Zach had given the man, who had been a constant thorn in his side for what was supposed to be his easy do nothing year, half of that time to think things were normal. A generous act if you asked him. Then, once the most of the student body had gone, he went and presented his evidence. The bundle of papers carrying enough dirty laundry to get the man fired, and very likely, ruin his chances of getting another teaching position, if he played his cards right. The man had been angry of course, but that had given to fear in the end. Just as he'd expected it would.
Things had gone smoothly from there. He'd locked the door and ordered the older man to strip and lean over his desk, which he did after a bit of backtalk- something he could only expect until he got the man a bit more trained. He'd bound his hands with his tie, and now sat behind him, in the man's chair, a grin plastered on his face as he slipped a pencil into the deliciously tight ring of muscles. "I didn't expect for things to go this well teach, so I didn't really come prepared." A second pencil worked it's way in alongside the first. "Don't worry though. Tomorrow will be better. Hey, which sounds like more fun to teach with in? Anal beads, or a plug? I was thinking something that vibrates, but since you've been such a good boy I'll give you time to adjust." And in went a third.
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2. "I stopped by your job today, sweet heart. You're coworkers were pretty worried when you didn't show up for work today. Of course, none of them were going to get too involved. I wonder how long it'll be until someone goes to check your place." Lucas mused, tone too sweet as he pulled his precious new pet from the cage. There was a bit of a struggle, of course, but he couldn't really blame his puppy. He'd been allowed to run lose with only that shit poor training his ass of a boyfriend had given him. He just needed a little structure, and he'd be an angel in no time. Once he was finally out, he took a firm grip of the other's collar, and clipped his new leash into place, so he wouldn't get any silly idea of trying to get away. Then, and only then, he let himself take a good look at the other.
The bindings had worked perfectly, keeping him from being able to get off his hands and knees, and the mittens looked positively adorable. The bit gag stretched his mouth so cutely as well. Why hadn't he done this sooner? Of course, he would have liked for his boy too look happy, instead of frightened, but what could he really expect? Getting used to new environments was always rough. He'd adjust in time. Other then that, he was nearly perfect. Kneeling at the other's side, Lucas wrapped his arm around him to hold him tight, while his other hand reached to the bedside counter to grab his puppy's tail. The plug end had been generously lubed before he'd opened the cage, so though it did take a little work, he was able to get it into the other's entrance. He wanted to keep his puppy both stretched and horny, so he'd chosen a relatively large plug. It also assured that it wouldn't fall out, if his pet had a naughty spell and tried to get a loose. Something he proved by giving a light tug to the tail end, once it was fully inserted. "There we go puppy. Now, how about a tour of the house? Yeah, I'll show you your food bowl, and the play room." He spoke more to himself, as he took the leash and pulled.
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3. James was pretty drained by the time he'd entered the barn. Spending the day tending to the land and caring for the animals had left him sore, and more then ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep, but he had one thing left to do before he could rest. One thing that he'd purposely put off until now, both to give him something to work towards, and to give it time to...adjust.
Reaching the back of the barn, he opened the door to a small supply room, and stepped in. Inside, a beautiful boy had been left bound for some hours now, hands cuffed above his head on a table, and legs pulled up and open, in two leg harnesses. A dear friend of his had caught the boy the previous night, and knowing how bored James was with his day to day routine on the farm, had dropped him off as a gift. Needless to say, he would be in the man'd debt for sometime.
"Good evening pretty thing. Enjoying yourself?" The farmer asked in a mockingly sweet tone, ignoring bit within the boy's mouth. Moving forward, he sat a bowl he'd carried in with him down on the table, before turning to the nearby shelf, and pulling off a pair of rubber gloves. "I know what you might be thinking. Living all the way out here will be a pretty big transition, but you'll get used to it before you know it. Now, I haven't really figured out what you're good for yet, but living out here everyone's gotta have a use, so until we figure it out we'll just have to experiment, won't we?" Gloves on, he reached into the bowl and pulled out an egg, and was sure to hold it so the boy could see. "Now, I figured you could be a little two in one, chicken cow for now, don't you think? I've got a nice new machine that'll milk you nice and good, and I think this little whole of yours was just meant for laying eggs." As he spoke, he worked the egg in, smirking as it finally disappeared behind the ring of muscle. Now, on to the next one.
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4. He'd captured one. After all of these years, he'd finally managed to capture one.
Logan could practically feel his heart beating through his chest. After all of these years of ridicule and self doubt, he'd finally managed to capture one of the little people that had haunted his mind, since he'd spotted one as a child. He could finally prove that he wasn't insane.That he'd been right all these years, and that little people, human in appearance, but no bigger then dolls, lived bellow their sight. Filled to the brim with delight, he placed the creature, into a jar, and placed the lid with precut holes on the top, in place. Once back at his car, he placed that jar into his lunch bag and headed home. Yes, he wanted to gloat as soon as possible, with how happy he felt, the mothers present may have thought him crazy, and he could hardly risk being thrown into jail now.
There as also the risk of things getting out too quickly, and people he wasn't ready for coming to collect his little prize. No, he'd have his time, but for now he would have to do this carefully.
Once home, he placed the bag on his desk, and slowly unzipped it, smiling so wide his face hurt, as he looked down at the creature. "Well, hello there little one. I am so happy to see you."
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5. There were a lot of benefits that came with being the head of the Noel family. Surely he had more wealth and power within his reach then most would experience within their lifetimes. He could do, or say anything he wanted, so long as he stayed on top of the political game, yet the thing he enjoyed most, was the ability to spend his free time taking pleasure in his beautiful servants. One servant specifically.
Filing away the last of his paperwork, Aiden informed a passing servant that he'd be taking his dinner in his room tonight, before heading to the back of the estate, which housed his private quarters. Entering, he didn't bother to hide his smirk. The whimpering within was just too pleasurable a sound.
There, in the back of the room where he'd left him, was his pet. Bound helplessly to the chair, the servants hands and feet were tied to the top, keeping his legs spread open, so anyone who entered could see the cum leaking from around the string, which was connected to the five anal beads inside. He was dressed in nothing but a maids outfit, the top peeled down to show two clamps biting cruelly into his nipples.
Crossing the room, he gently stroked the other's face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long love. I hope you weren't too embarrassed when the maids came in to clean." He mused aloud, laughing. Pulling the makeshift gag- the man's own underwear- from his mouth, Aiden let his hands slip down and down, until his fingers could tease the head of the man's dick. "Now, are you ready to play again?"
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I've noticed that a lot of interest in a roleplay seems to die out somewhere midway through plotting, so I've decided to start a thread of 'wing it' rps. Bellow you'll find starters (which are likely to fall in the paragraph to two range to make things easy and not set up too much, but feel free to reply with more or less) and picture plots. To start a roleplay with me, all you have to do is message me a reply, or a picture you're interested in.
That being said, if you're interested, but would rather do plotting, feel free to message me as well. Also, if you're interested in one of the starters bellow, but wish to switch the roles (I can play either sub or dom).
f-list: https://www.f-list.net/c/the_cat
Starters.
**Disclaimer: All muses are of age (the youngest being 18 in highschool) **
Seeking Doms
1. The bell rang, and the chaotic shuffle and chatter of changing classes filled the hall outside of his cramped, metal prison once again. Elliot had long since given up trying to shout for help. No one could hear the sound, muffled by the ball gag within his mouth, and secured tightly around his head. Besides, at this point, he wasn't sure he wanted to be found. It wasn't that he didn't want to be freed of course. Quite the contrary, but after being held here for hours, he didn't think he could handle the shame of being found in such a position. Besides the gag, his hands were bound securely behind him, and his ankles were tied together. A thick leather collar was wrapped around his neck, and a small chain connected it to the back most hook of the locker, which, thankfully had a thick enough cloth over it, that he could lean back without fear of hurting himself.
A small, muffled scream caught in his throat a few moments after the hall had fallen silent again, as he was reminded of the worst bits of it all. Tapped over each nipple was a vibrating egg, and a fair sized plug was within his ass. All three objects had a frequency of vibrating at different intensities, randomly, and given the length to which this spell went he could only assume that his tormentor had gotten a free period, or he'd decided to leave it on for the whole of a class again. As the goosebumps grew more apparent on his skin, and his penis lifted once again, he could only pray it wasn't the latter.
(This could be a boyfriend, stalker/kidnapper, some random sod who's locker this happens to be, or whatever you'd like.)
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2. Andrew's life was over.
Who would have thought that a handful of gay porn videos during a rough time in collage would have lead to this? Leaning over his desk, naked, and flinching as each strike of the ruler came down, he was at a complete loss. He should have gotten a factory job like his friend had, or a the very least, he shouldn't have let them talk him into doing the more...kinky skits. This boy could easily destroy his life. The life he'd done the humiliating videos for in the first place. He couldn't let that happen. He just couldn't, and so, when the strikes finished at last, he tried his best to ignore the stinging of his very likely red ass, and hung his head, body trembling ever so slightly. "W-what would you like me to do now?"
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3. Emil shivered, for a good number of reasons, as he finished the last bit of dusting. Setting his rag down, he tugged at the edge of his apron. The only article of clothing the master of the house allowed him today. He didn't mind. At least, not really. It was chilly, but he was happy he could make the master happy. The chain of anal beads, that shifted with every step, and came to life in vibrations at his master's will, was another story, but he didn't say anything. No. It wasn't the hardest, or most embarrassing he'd been asked to do, and he'd likely do much more then even that, to make his master happy.
Still, even with that determination, it didn't stop him from breathing a quiet curse when the beads came to life midway down the hall. Collapsing against he wall, he whimpered when the vibrations didn't die down after a few minutes. It seemed master had tired of waiting for him to finish. So, on shaky legs, he made his way to his master's room, knocked, and then entered. Giving a deep bow, he bit back a moan as the man turned the volume up a setting. "M-master, the ch-chores are done. W-what would you like n-next?"'
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4. Elias hadn't ever been so afraid in his life.
He should have listened. The elders had always warned them not to venture close to where the humans let their young play. Their pa-ru-ka, or, whatever they called it. He'd know better, and he should have listened, but he'd just been so curious. Curious of the big people, and this place they had built. His plan had only been to get close enough to get a better look, and yet he'd never even made it that far.
He'd been caught in some kind of trap, and before he could find a way to escape, one of them and come and gotten him out of it. They'd then shoved him into some kind of glass container, and then placed that into a dark box of some sort. And in that box he'd been trapped.
Trapped until now.
Eyes squinting against the sudden light, he whimpered and pressed his back against the glass wall. "P-please! D-don't kill me!"
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Seeking Subs
1. "You know teach, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a dick." Of course, if he hadn't been, Zachary would have missed out on having the hottest teacher in the school as his fuck toy for his last semester of highschool, which would have been a true tragedy. The final bell had sounded a good hour ago, and Zach had given the man, who had been a constant thorn in his side for what was supposed to be his easy do nothing year, half of that time to think things were normal. A generous act if you asked him. Then, once the most of the student body had gone, he went and presented his evidence. The bundle of papers carrying enough dirty laundry to get the man fired, and very likely, ruin his chances of getting another teaching position, if he played his cards right. The man had been angry of course, but that had given to fear in the end. Just as he'd expected it would.
Things had gone smoothly from there. He'd locked the door and ordered the older man to strip and lean over his desk, which he did after a bit of backtalk- something he could only expect until he got the man a bit more trained. He'd bound his hands with his tie, and now sat behind him, in the man's chair, a grin plastered on his face as he slipped a pencil into the deliciously tight ring of muscles. "I didn't expect for things to go this well teach, so I didn't really come prepared." A second pencil worked it's way in alongside the first. "Don't worry though. Tomorrow will be better. Hey, which sounds like more fun to teach with in? Anal beads, or a plug? I was thinking something that vibrates, but since you've been such a good boy I'll give you time to adjust." And in went a third.
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2. "I stopped by your job today, sweet heart. You're coworkers were pretty worried when you didn't show up for work today. Of course, none of them were going to get too involved. I wonder how long it'll be until someone goes to check your place." Lucas mused, tone too sweet as he pulled his precious new pet from the cage. There was a bit of a struggle, of course, but he couldn't really blame his puppy. He'd been allowed to run lose with only that shit poor training his ass of a boyfriend had given him. He just needed a little structure, and he'd be an angel in no time. Once he was finally out, he took a firm grip of the other's collar, and clipped his new leash into place, so he wouldn't get any silly idea of trying to get away. Then, and only then, he let himself take a good look at the other.
The bindings had worked perfectly, keeping him from being able to get off his hands and knees, and the mittens looked positively adorable. The bit gag stretched his mouth so cutely as well. Why hadn't he done this sooner? Of course, he would have liked for his boy too look happy, instead of frightened, but what could he really expect? Getting used to new environments was always rough. He'd adjust in time. Other then that, he was nearly perfect. Kneeling at the other's side, Lucas wrapped his arm around him to hold him tight, while his other hand reached to the bedside counter to grab his puppy's tail. The plug end had been generously lubed before he'd opened the cage, so though it did take a little work, he was able to get it into the other's entrance. He wanted to keep his puppy both stretched and horny, so he'd chosen a relatively large plug. It also assured that it wouldn't fall out, if his pet had a naughty spell and tried to get a loose. Something he proved by giving a light tug to the tail end, once it was fully inserted. "There we go puppy. Now, how about a tour of the house? Yeah, I'll show you your food bowl, and the play room." He spoke more to himself, as he took the leash and pulled.
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3. James was pretty drained by the time he'd entered the barn. Spending the day tending to the land and caring for the animals had left him sore, and more then ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep, but he had one thing left to do before he could rest. One thing that he'd purposely put off until now, both to give him something to work towards, and to give it time to...adjust.
Reaching the back of the barn, he opened the door to a small supply room, and stepped in. Inside, a beautiful boy had been left bound for some hours now, hands cuffed above his head on a table, and legs pulled up and open, in two leg harnesses. A dear friend of his had caught the boy the previous night, and knowing how bored James was with his day to day routine on the farm, had dropped him off as a gift. Needless to say, he would be in the man'd debt for sometime.
"Good evening pretty thing. Enjoying yourself?" The farmer asked in a mockingly sweet tone, ignoring bit within the boy's mouth. Moving forward, he sat a bowl he'd carried in with him down on the table, before turning to the nearby shelf, and pulling off a pair of rubber gloves. "I know what you might be thinking. Living all the way out here will be a pretty big transition, but you'll get used to it before you know it. Now, I haven't really figured out what you're good for yet, but living out here everyone's gotta have a use, so until we figure it out we'll just have to experiment, won't we?" Gloves on, he reached into the bowl and pulled out an egg, and was sure to hold it so the boy could see. "Now, I figured you could be a little two in one, chicken cow for now, don't you think? I've got a nice new machine that'll milk you nice and good, and I think this little whole of yours was just meant for laying eggs." As he spoke, he worked the egg in, smirking as it finally disappeared behind the ring of muscle. Now, on to the next one.
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4. He'd captured one. After all of these years, he'd finally managed to capture one.
Logan could practically feel his heart beating through his chest. After all of these years of ridicule and self doubt, he'd finally managed to capture one of the little people that had haunted his mind, since he'd spotted one as a child. He could finally prove that he wasn't insane.That he'd been right all these years, and that little people, human in appearance, but no bigger then dolls, lived bellow their sight. Filled to the brim with delight, he placed the creature, into a jar, and placed the lid with precut holes on the top, in place. Once back at his car, he placed that jar into his lunch bag and headed home. Yes, he wanted to gloat as soon as possible, with how happy he felt, the mothers present may have thought him crazy, and he could hardly risk being thrown into jail now.
There as also the risk of things getting out too quickly, and people he wasn't ready for coming to collect his little prize. No, he'd have his time, but for now he would have to do this carefully.
Once home, he placed the bag on his desk, and slowly unzipped it, smiling so wide his face hurt, as he looked down at the creature. "Well, hello there little one. I am so happy to see you."
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5. There were a lot of benefits that came with being the head of the Noel family. Surely he had more wealth and power within his reach then most would experience within their lifetimes. He could do, or say anything he wanted, so long as he stayed on top of the political game, yet the thing he enjoyed most, was the ability to spend his free time taking pleasure in his beautiful servants. One servant specifically.
Filing away the last of his paperwork, Aiden informed a passing servant that he'd be taking his dinner in his room tonight, before heading to the back of the estate, which housed his private quarters. Entering, he didn't bother to hide his smirk. The whimpering within was just too pleasurable a sound.
There, in the back of the room where he'd left him, was his pet. Bound helplessly to the chair, the servants hands and feet were tied to the top, keeping his legs spread open, so anyone who entered could see the cum leaking from around the string, which was connected to the five anal beads inside. He was dressed in nothing but a maids outfit, the top peeled down to show two clamps biting cruelly into his nipples.
Crossing the room, he gently stroked the other's face. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long love. I hope you weren't too embarrassed when the maids came in to clean." He mused aloud, laughing. Pulling the makeshift gag- the man's own underwear- from his mouth, Aiden let his hands slip down and down, until his fingers could tease the head of the man's dick. "Now, are you ready to play again?"
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