Thread: Taboo (Ziyi & Chedder Cheesie)

Kyel didn't really have many close friends. He had guys he hung out with but none that he had ever actually invited back to his apartment. Mainly because he was too shy and embarrassed to ask them to and it wasn't polite to invite yourself over without an invitation, so he'd always remained alone. And being alone was not something he liked. He got lonely a lot of the time but couldn't really complain because he was too shy to mention such things and rarely raised his voice when talking to others, preferring to listen rather than speak. It wasn't as though he had much to say anyway. Sometimes he wished that he had enough courage to say what he thought or to argue with someone but he didn't want to have them look upon him with disgust. Or think him naive and not want to hang out with him anymore. Kyel thrived on being in the company of people and if he lost that he would get depressed and so he did the only thing he could think of, he tried to pretend to be like everyone else. He laughed when others did, smiled when they did and went where they liked to go. When asked his opinion on something he tried to answer truthfully but by the time he'd started to speak the conversation had already gone onto something else. Maybe that was because the 'friends' he hung out with weren't good friends at all since they never really listened to him or took an interest in what he was saying. More than anything Kyel wanted to experience some sort of masterslave relationship. Something he'd heard about over the internet but was afraid to bring it up with anyone he knew. Online he was a different person altogether. Kyel was a sexy, feisty little bottom boy who teased those who wanted to pick him up and did all sorts of things that he would never have considered doing in real life or speaking of to anyone in the real world. The internet was an amazing thing he had to admit and if it wasn't for that he would have been living a very sad life. He wished that he had enough courage to truly commit to a master but every time someone he was talking to online asked or even demanded for his location, Kyel had balked. It was as though things were getting too personal, too quickly and he wasn't ready to commit that far. And yet lately things had been getting more frustrating for him, his friends were getting worse, leaving him behind at places and teasing him way too often and Kyel was growing a bit perturbed. It was only a few days ago that he'd realized what might be wrong with him. He needed sex. He hadn't had it in ages. Ever since his boyfriend had dumped him. One night he had a craving for some sour patch kids and a green tea, so he logged out of his internet session where he'd been flirting with a hot guy, and headed out to walk around the corner in the darkness to the gas station. Kyel hadn't been expecting anyone to jump him since he'd gone this way countless times without a problem and so was shocked when a large muscular man pointed a gun at him. He froze, his mind not even grasping how real the situation was and when the man demanded he hand over his wallet and keys Kyel didn't react right away and the man had to repeat it again, this time with more of a growl. Kyel blinked and shook his head, slowly reaching into his pocket for the two items in question and held them out to the other man, his breath quickening as he stared at the other, realizing that he was being turned on. It was only when the man grabbed his belongings and turned to run off that Kyel blurted out something he regretted saying the moment the words went past his lips. I want to be your slave! Instantly he turned around, his face burning crimson as he shoved his hands into his pockets. And started off down the sidewalk the way he had originally come. The man probably wouldn't ever hear him...he hoped.