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Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the not so fortunate task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected coures for the upcoming year. Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time. As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm... Umm you must be... He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Fey waited impatiently outside Mr. Duncan's office. She was annoyed that her appointment with her assigned guidance councellor had been scheduled last when all the other kids were already beginning their summer holidays. It was hot, and all she wanted to do was go home and jump in the pool. This school didn't have a uniform requirement exactly, but it did have certain regulations about skirt length and skin exposure that was often tossed out of the window on the last day of the semester when girls turned up in micro-minis and revealing tank-tops. Fey was no different although her mini reached to her thighs at least, covering everything that needed to be covered while revealing her long, tanned legs. Her shirt was strapless, but demurely covered her chest and stomach. This didn't detract from her figure which, as a cheerleader, was pretty and petite, curvy in the right places even for a 15 year old. Finally Mr. Duncan called her in and she went into his office and flopped down on the chair opposite his desk, wanting to get this over with but knowing how important the meeting was. Mr. Duncan wasn't one of her regular teachers and so she'd never really paid much attention to him. She looked at him now properly for the first time and flicked her hair, figuring he wasn't so bad for an old guy. Yes, I'm Fey Phillips. I'm trying to get into City College after I graduate next year. I think my grades are ok, right? She knew her grades weren't all that but she intended to work hard her final year of high school to improve them.
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

As Mr. Duncan listened to the young girl state her name, he couldn't help but smile just a little, but did his best to restrain his enthusiasm. He nodded, confirming her name, though he knew full well who she was. He directed her to one of the two chairs on the other side of his desk, staying behind her and marveling at what had just stepped foot into his office. As he sat down, he grabbed her folder and pulled out her transcript. He pretended to look it over, though in actuality he was subtly stealing glances at her nubile, young figure. Any hesitation he may have had before Lana walked through the door was quickly being overpowered by sheer physical desire, as he had not anticipated the cute young thing to be in such skimpy clothes. He also took his time before speaking, slowly going through the pages, in an effort to purposely let the anxiety build up. Well Ms. Phillips...I've been reviewing your transcript here. Your grades aren't bad... He intentionally paused, allowing the tension to rise more. But, well...I don't think you're ready for a lot of the advanced courses that you're scheduled to take next year. He let that point sink in before continuing. He knew she had been softball before, and now volleyball, so activities were certainly important. Already becoming quite calculating, Mr. Duncan appealed to that interest, among others. Now, I know you want to take those courses so you can be with your friends probably, and eventually go onto college, but it's gonna be an awful lot of work for you. Plus, I'd hate to see you do poorly and not be able to play volleyball. This was all, of course, complete BS. Fey was not going to be valedictorian to be sure, but she was mostly a B student with some Cs sprinkled in, and an occasional A even. But, Mr. Duncan knew she would rely on him to guage the difficulty of these courses and her abilities, and she would trust his opinion as an administrator and authority figure.
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Her pink lips parted in shock. No way! Really? She had been sure her B average would be enough to scrape by. But then, grown ups kept telling her to work harder, and that competition for colleges was fierce. Nuts, had she screwed up? She began to get a little panicked when he talked about not playing volleyball. That was her life! She sat forward, her worry evident on her face. Mr. Duncan, I really can't afford to not get in. My parents will kill me! There has to be something you can do, right? I'll take extra classes. Or summer school, or something!
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Mr. Duncan didn't say anything at first, instead allowing Fey's mind to wander and search for an answer to her own question. He noticed her fidgeting and was quite pleased to see that his ever so simple choices in delivery had served to amp up the nerves in the girl. Though he could notice slight differences in her body language, he took comfort in knowing that, at her age, she lacked the mental capacity or maturity to even know she was doing these things, giving off these 'tells.' Well Fey... He started, pretending to look over her paperwork some more and feigning an expression of pondering, as if he was mulling over some idea in his head. Truth be told, he still had some apprehensions about continuing with this plot. After all, it was not something he engaged in everyday. But, he reminded himself of his considerable resources and knew if he appealed to her immature interests, she'd at the very least be intrigued. He leaned slightly to his left, as if to peer over her shoulder and double check that the door had been closed tightly. ...just so we're clear, I don't do this for just any student...so don't go telling all your friends. Now, what if you could take all these classes you want to take, and I can guarantee you an A...all you have to do is just show up everyday? The question was more or less rhetorical, but Mr. Duncan paused still, giving her a moment to fully digest that proposition. See, I don't know if you knew this, or cared Fey, but I'm a senior administrator here at Madison High, so I have access to the entire grading database. So, naturally, that means I could fix your grades to whatever you need
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Sitting forward in her chair, Fey nodded franticly. I won't tell anyone, Mr. Duncan, I swear! she vowed fervently then fell silent to listen to his proposal. Fix them? My grades... she repeated a bit naively, trying to make sense of it. I don't know, Mr. Duncan, that sounds too good to be true. Would I have to do summer school or extra classes? The girl took a breath and pouted, thinking. What did she have to lose? She had to get the grade for college or she was sure, with the certainty that came with dramatic teen years, that she would die! Like I said, I'll do anything for the grades, Sir. What do I gotta do for this?
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

No no, no summer school... He almost had to laugh, but restrained himself. He wrote his address down on a pad of paper and slid it across the desk for her. I could use some help around the house this summer though. I don't live far, so you can walk or ride your bike. If you do a good job you could earn a little extra money too.
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Wait, what? Fey's eyebrows drew together in a puzzled frown. She took the slip of paper and looked at it. Go to Mr. Duncan's house and help out, and he'd fix her grades. That felt a lot like cheating but she really desperately needed to get into the right college or her dad would never buy her that car... She bit her lip and sighed. So all I have to do is help you out over the summer? It never even entered her naive little mind that there was something fishy about that. Mr. Duncan was a teacher and therefore impeccably trustworthy. And if she was able to make some extra money, then it was kind of like having a summer job AND getting good grades which could only be a good thing, right? Her decision made, she nodded. Ok Mr. Duncan. Wow, thanks for this! My folks won't mind if I have a summer job especially at a teacher's place. She beamed, bouncing slightly and getting excited that things had worked out so easy. When do I start?
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Yup, that's all... Mr. Duncan smiled a bit, but had to control his enthusiasm. It all seemed too easy, and Fey was even more naive than he had hoped. We're pretty busy here with finals...how does Monday sound? 10AM? He stood and opened the office door, inviting her to be on her way. Though technically his last statement was posed as a question, it was clear that it was anything but.
Thread: Whatever It Takes (curtainwith83 & Fey)

Yeah, ok Mr. Duncan! Fey jumped up when it seemed she was dismissed. See you Monday! I'll skip ahead to Monday... There was no problem convincing her dad that she was working odd jobs for a teacher this summer, and, although he said he'd have to call Mr. Duncan to check up on her, she was pretty confident he never would because he was a busy man with his own business in the city. She spent the weekend hanging out with her friends and wondering what sort of work Mr. Duncan wanted her to do. On Monday morning at 10 sharp, she knocked on his door. It was hot once more, and this time she was in a little sun dress although she'd brought her backpack with shorts and a t-shirt in case he wanted her to work in the garden. She'd also brought her school books in case there really would be lessons. Morning, Mr. Duncan! she called. It's Fey, are you awake?
Thread: Theeth Jamieth Returneth

A slime-girl is one of those things I've always wanted to play against, but have never found the opportunity. So, yes, count me as being good and up for it. Where do you like to do your playing? JamietheBrown said Well, I've been thinking about getting back to some of my RP around here, and I've been thinking about doing a few things! Presently, this is what I'm craving around here! Man v. Slimegirl, where I play either. Girl v. Slime monster, where I play either. Succubus v. Man, where I play the succubus. I'm not really looking for there to be a massive amount of plot for the first two, but I can think of certain things for the latter one. Anywho, who's up for that kinda thing!? Click to expand...
Thread: Theeth Jamieth Returneth

I prefer threads, usually! I love playing slimes and the like. They're loads of fun.
Thread: Surprise Attraction (AdorableAzzy & Nyarly)

It seemed weird, but was the only place she could think of now. Lynn went to the room of her sister, wondering if they would really be there. She would have never considered that before, but... where else could they be? It's not like they could just vanish. And she already searched any other place, she could think of. Lynn knocked on the door. When nobody answered, she opened and entered the room of her sister. She was only rarely here, so her entrance could raise unpleasant questions and she was glad that her sister was out. Of course, if she was right, then it was her sister who would have to answer a few questions. Still, she should be quick. She had no idea how long she would be gone and if she didn't find anything and wasn't out when she returned, things would become pretty embarrassing for her. First, she went straight to her closet and rummaged through her clothes, especially the underwear, but careful not to make a mess. After she didn't find anything, she thought it over. If she had them, she must have hidden them somewhere, but there aren't really many good hiding spots in here. It shouldn't be too hard to find. Her gaze went to the bed. Maybe that could be it. As she knelt down beside the bed and looked under it, she spotted a small box, which she pulled out. Could they be in there? It felt wrong to go through her things like that. But if here suspicions were true, then Lynn was definitely in the right. When she opened the box, she was taken aback quite a bit. There were three pairs of very familiar panties in it. The very same ones, she missed. But that wasn't everything. There were also several photos of her. Quite indecent photos, which showed her, among other things, bathing or undressing. There was even one in which she was masturbating. How did she even take them? She must have been very sneaky...
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

When the top of the box slid open, the boy inside opened his eyes and looked up at his new master. He smiled, happy to finally see something other than the inside of the box. He had been shaken around in here longer than he had hoped, but it would all be worth it now. Hello. The boy inside said. Thank you, once again, for your purchase. He slid his hands down his naked, hairless chest, slowly, giving his new master something to watch. I've been waiting to see you. His hands trailed down to his crotch, which was covered by the only piece of clothing he was wearing a small loincloth, barely concealing the bulge beneath. I am here to give you anything you require. Give me the order, and I will do as you command. As I'm sure you recall, I will do nothing without your orders. As to insinuate his point, the boy hesitated his hands over his crotch, his bulge twitching, before moving his hands down further. He hesitated. His new master looked confused. And the boy's legs were beginning to cramp. But still, he sat in the box looking up at the boy, awaiting further orders.
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

Quinn was....surprised...by what he saw in the box. It was....a boy? A naked boy...no...almost naked....but wearing a loincloth....a bulging loincloth....whatever was beneath it was....big. Uhh....w-wait.... The way this boy was speaking....thank you again for your purchase? Then talking abour orders? Was....was this boy the....product that the letter had mentioned?! W-wait...you mean that you....you're....you're the....product?! How in the hell had this happened? Quinn hadn't purchased anything online...he didn't even have a credit card! This had most definately gone to the wrong address....but if the letter was right this....boy...was....'imprinted' onto Quinn now... Uhhh....you uh...you better get out of that box... Quinn stepped away to give the boy room to climb out. This boy was...was....his. And the way the boy had been moving his hands it seemed he had rather more than just cooking and cleaning in mind... Um uh....what...what's your name anyway...? Quinn swallowed nervously. How was he going to explain this to his parents? Hell, what was he even going to do? Quinn wasn't gay...was he? No no...he was straight! But....he had sometimes imagined.... S-so uh....just uh....just what can you do exactly anyway....?
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

The boy stepped out of the box, and nodded his gratitude. Thank you, master. He said as he climbed out, stretching his arms above his head. I had been in that box for quite some time. As he stretched, the loincloth moved up his body, exposing the tip of his cock. I don't have a name, master. Or, if I did, it was removed from my memories. You are to call me whatever you like. Prior owners have called me things like 'bitch' and 'faggot'. Whatever makes you happy. As for what I can do... the boy tapped his finger on his lips as if he was thinking intently, walking around Quinn's apartment. Well, the basic cooking, cleaning, taking care of your place of residence while you are out. What else... When he turned his back to his master, he heard a slight gasp, and smiled. His master must have been surprised to see his ass hanging out. The boy walked over to the couch and slid his knees onto the cushions, sticking his ass up in the air. There are a lot of things I can do, but also a lot of things you can do to me.
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

Master? The boy had called him master....as if he was some kind of....slave...and yet he seemed perfectly happy about it. As if he wanted to be a slave....or he had been raised to believe it was simply what he had to do. There wasn't any hint of force or regret in his voice though....the boy didn't seem to be getting forced to do this...and he clearly didn't expect any kind of payment from Quinn. The nerdy boy let out a yelp of surprise as he saw the tip of the other male's cock, then suddenly a bare ass....a very smooth and tight looking ass.... wait...what was he thinking? Quinn shook his head slightly to clear it whilst the boy's back was turned. No name huh.....? Well.....I can't exactly call you those things.... It seemed the boy had been....trained...the way he was talking and acting. Um...well....how about I call you....Ren? Nice and simple right...? And you need a name... Quinn chuckled slightly, then gapsed as the boy got onto the couch and stuck his ass up into the air. U-uhh....a lot of things....I can...do to you...? Quinn had a very good idea what that meant but... Um....l-like....what...exactly...? He swallowed nervously, unable to help staring at his new....well....his new slave. Uhh....that....that loincloth can't be too comfortable....maybe I can...get you some other clothes....?
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

Ren? The boy said, trying it out. If that's what you like, then my name is Ren. Ren thought it was the nicest thing any of his owners have ever called him. Well, everything you see, everything before you, is yours to use. To please yourself, to get yourself off. Do to me the things that you have always wished you had someone to do with. There are no limits, nothing I will say 'no' to. In fact, I doubt you'll hear me use the word 'no' any more, after this explanation of course. Ren laughed, having amused himself. Oh, do you not like the loincloth? Ren turned back to face Quinn. My apologizes, master, I'll take it off right away. Ren hooked a finger underneath the cloth and pulled it off him. He now stood in front of his master wearing absolutely nothing, without a single hair covering an inch of his body. Ren ran his hand through his blonde hair and smiled at Quinn. Is this more to your liking?
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

Quinn was happy that 'Ren' liked his new name....and it would certainly make him easier to refer to. Still, that didn't really help with this whole situation....after all, there was a mostly naked boy hunced over on Quinn's couch, explaining that he was...well....that he was Quinn's to do with as he saw fit. There was little bluntness in Ren's little speech....he had certainly made it clear what Quinn was free to do...which was...well...anything....absolutely anything....anything Quinn could imagine...it seemed Ren would be more than happy to do. Anything....oh...this has got to be some kind of trick or- Before Quinn could finish that sentance, Ren had stood up and turned around, then whipped off the loincloth, exposing his entire naked body. A-ah.... Quinn blinked, blushing slightly as he stared at the boy for a moment, then quickly looked to his face. Despite Quinn's best efforts, there was a bulge growing in his own pants as well....becoming more than visible to Ren. It was odd....Quinn felt a little...different....it felt...tighter in his pants than normal. O-ok....w-well....tell you what....if this....isn't a trick then....then.... Quinn rubbed his head slightly. You wont mind....masturbating yourself right there Quinn nodded slightly and folded his arms, certain that the boy wouldn't take his charade that far if this really was some kind of practical joke.
Thread: Accidental Slave Owner (Maxy x Magus)

Ren smiled and nodded. Master enjoys watching, I see. With that, one hand dropped to his cock and he grabbed it tight, sliding his left hand up and down the slowly growing shaft. Ren kept his eyes opening, staring at his master while stroking his shaft, his fingers running over his head with each thrust. His right hand slowly moved up his chest and he started rubbing and tweaking his one nipple slightly. With each tweak, his cock grew harder in his hands and a soft moan escaped Ren's lips. His cock started generated pre-cum, which leaked from his cock into his hand, which continued stroking and covering his member with his own pre-cum. His right hand left his nipples and wrapped around his balls, squeezing them gently. Ren frowned slightly at the look of confusion on his masters face. Am I not doing a good job, master? He asked concerned, although he did not slow down his masturbation. His owners own bulge said that he was enjoying it, despite his face.