⚮ I Don't Want To Feel ⚮ But I Have Yet To Stop ⚮ ((BxB/G))

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    Trigger Warning


    Cale


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Your character will play Cale's new master, his fifteenth, to be exact, and we will begin just after your purchase of him. They may be as cruel as you wish, as kind as so, or anywhere in between, with any sort of background that pleases you. However, if they're cruel, over time your character will begin to warm up to their new pet, and will treat him kinder and kinder, and Cale slowly begins to trust them. Same goes for a kind master, I imagine it would just happen faster. It can form into a romance, or purely platonic devotion.


    There is only one 'rule', and that is that this roleplay can get as violent or as NSFW as you like, so long as it does not shift into genuine sex.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Alrightyy[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]Tomorrow is fine[/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]Either will do! Your choice. [/fancypost]



    Kk! I'm not sure what time period this is, but ill just assume modern.

    My form




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    Are you starting?





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Wonderful. If you'd like me to start, I'd be happy to. Where would we begin? [/fancypost]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Qe could do it when Cale arrives, or when Miles purchases him in person. [/fancypost]



    Okay, I've got a pretty good idea!~ I'm assuming (In my post) That it is a public auction, if i'm wrong, ill redo it.




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    Miles brushed past the crowd, pushing his way to the front. He surveyed the cages. They aren't animals. He though, although they were in a way. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and scanning the cages once again. His gaze locked on a certain pair of eyes. Well, two different coloured eyes. People were screaming out numbers, and his ears hurt. He watched as the guards pushed another cage onto the platform. Without bursting eardrums but loud enough for the auctioneer to hear, he placed a bid of 2000 pounds (If you aren't British, its 2905.90 US dollars.)





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center]((Thank you.
    Cale's own ears were ringing, but he stood as poised as possible. His tail hung listless around his feet, not even swaying in the slightest. He knew better than to show any weakness in the stage, it would only make things worse for himself, if the potential owners saw him waver. He kept track of the numbers despite his discomfort, his eyes flitting to each person that placed a bid. At least they were interested in him, otherwise, he might have been insulted.     [/fancypost]






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    The announcer couldn't get a higher bid than 2178 pounds from Miles. He shoved through the group of people and to the back, where the cages were. He stared at the people in those cages, and almost felt sorry. He handed the money to a man, and watched as he displayed the boy in a cage. "Get him out." He ordered, and he scowled when the man looked at him odd. "He's not dangerous, right?" He growled. The worker unlocked the cage hesitantly.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale stepped out of the cage, and immediately took to his knees in front of his new master. Of course he wasn't dangerous, what a completely idiotic question, he thought to himself, and then cursed himself for it. Miles hadn't read his papers yet, hadn't even got them, he couldn't know just how dangerous Cale was not. Any willingness to threaten anyone had been beaten out of him years ago. [/fancypost]






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    Without saying anything, Miles pulled the boy up by the elbow. "Don't do that." He muttered. He snatched papers away from the worker and looked at the boy. He jerk his hand forward, signaling him to follow. He started to move forward, not checking if the boy was following. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale didn't flinch outwardly at the man's touch, and allowed himself to be lifted to his feet. He breathed a slight sigh through his nose and let his eyes close briefly. His muscles were stiff from standing so still, but he didn't dare hesitate a moment longer, knowing if he was separated from his master it may very well be his head. He scurried after the human and kept his eyes down, maintaining a respectful foot between them b[/fancypost]






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    "They didn't mention your name, and i'm not in the mood to search for it." Miles slowed his pace, coming to a stop in front of a car, too modern for the time. "Get in." He instructed. He hadn't talked this much in a while, but he shook off the thought as he slipped into the front seat. The black leather seat were rather hot, but not burning.





    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale stiffened slightly, the tip of his tail twitching. He was supposed to get in the car? In the backseat? The neko secretly grit his teeth and sat down, first on the floor, but then swiftly on the seat, assuming his master would not appreciate that show of submission anymore than he had his kneeling. In reply to the question, the neko ground his front teeth before he spoke, with his soft, meek voice barely audible,"Would you rather my number or the name my mother gave me, Sir?"[/fancypost]






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    Miles paused, his eyes moving to the back seat as he started up the car. "Did i ask for your number?" He asked, his tone not exactly harsh. He stepped on the pedal, not speaking anymore. He turned on the radio, lazily skimming through channels. "Any preference.." He asked quietly but not meekly. It was a stupid question, the servant probably never got asked that.