I'd be productive!
Just a little something I wrote last night. This is an OC story-thingie, not a fanfic. But I just got the idea, and maybe I get my vibe back whilst
writing little things (damn a-block)
This has to go under the "explicit adult content" flag due to the mentioning of some certain "adult" topics. It's actually a bit of an in-between-story, since there is a bigger plot. So it can be a bit hard to follow.
disclaimer:
This story contains adult (18+) material. Do not read it if you are easily offended by the following topics:
male/male relationships, bdsm/slavery, punishment, harsh language.
Dear Dear Diary
Things are not looking so good i guess. my fate has been sealed.
It started this very afternoon.
My Master had an appointment with some person this afternoon. He locked me up in my room so i would not be in His way buring the meeting. A bit overreacted i suppose, but still i do not doubt His motives.
Not much later i heard Him talking to someone in the hallway. i was getting curious, but also a bit scared. Master has lend me out to friends of His before. So this could easily be one of them. Even the thought of a new Master crossed my mind at that point, since He had talked about that earlier. i know i am in a really bad position and that my Master is not pleased with me anymore. i would not really mind if i had to go, but deep down inside it makes me feel sad. i could be of no good to Him, i have failed my Master as a slave, a real shame. But one other man constantly keeps saying that it's not true what my Master says. i would really want to believe that, but it's difficult.
Later that evening He took me downstairs, and there he was standing. The man i had heard earlier. Man...boy i guess. To me he looked only a bit older then myself. He said that the boy would take my place as his slave. And that i would only be a mere nuisance from now on and that i would not have to expect anything from Him anymore. i had wasted his time already. Those words brought tears to my eyes, but i did not cry. i behaved, like i was told so many times before. So i congratulated Him and whished them both the best. i headed upstairs to gather my belongings like He had told me and moved everything to the basement. To my new home.
So now i am sitting there, writing my thoughts down. So now and then i hear a scream from the new guy. Master is working with/on him already. He's quick.
Good luck new boy, i hope that you can handle the cruel hand of my Master. i hope that you can make up for my faults and mistakes. i hope that...i will get out of here in one piece. i really wonder what Master will do with me now that he doesn't need me any longer. i guess i will be handed down to someone else in the best case. Call me silly but i hope that Master Marc will come to my rescue. You know, like a knight in shining armor. i really like him, He has been very nice to me on the few occasions i have visited Him. But then again, what would a man with such a big reputation do with a worthless little slave like me?
writing little things (damn a-block)
This has to go under the "explicit adult content" flag due to the mentioning of some certain "adult" topics. It's actually a bit of an in-between-story, since there is a bigger plot. So it can be a bit hard to follow.
disclaimer:
This story contains adult (18+) material. Do not read it if you are easily offended by the following topics:
male/male relationships, bdsm/slavery, punishment, harsh language.
Dear Dear Diary
Things are not looking so good i guess. my fate has been sealed.
It started this very afternoon.
My Master had an appointment with some person this afternoon. He locked me up in my room so i would not be in His way buring the meeting. A bit overreacted i suppose, but still i do not doubt His motives.
Not much later i heard Him talking to someone in the hallway. i was getting curious, but also a bit scared. Master has lend me out to friends of His before. So this could easily be one of them. Even the thought of a new Master crossed my mind at that point, since He had talked about that earlier. i know i am in a really bad position and that my Master is not pleased with me anymore. i would not really mind if i had to go, but deep down inside it makes me feel sad. i could be of no good to Him, i have failed my Master as a slave, a real shame. But one other man constantly keeps saying that it's not true what my Master says. i would really want to believe that, but it's difficult.
Later that evening He took me downstairs, and there he was standing. The man i had heard earlier. Man...boy i guess. To me he looked only a bit older then myself. He said that the boy would take my place as his slave. And that i would only be a mere nuisance from now on and that i would not have to expect anything from Him anymore. i had wasted his time already. Those words brought tears to my eyes, but i did not cry. i behaved, like i was told so many times before. So i congratulated Him and whished them both the best. i headed upstairs to gather my belongings like He had told me and moved everything to the basement. To my new home.
So now i am sitting there, writing my thoughts down. So now and then i hear a scream from the new guy. Master is working with/on him already. He's quick.
Good luck new boy, i hope that you can handle the cruel hand of my Master. i hope that you can make up for my faults and mistakes. i hope that...i will get out of here in one piece. i really wonder what Master will do with me now that he doesn't need me any longer. i guess i will be handed down to someone else in the best case. Call me silly but i hope that Master Marc will come to my rescue. You know, like a knight in shining armor. i really like him, He has been very nice to me on the few occasions i have visited Him. But then again, what would a man with such a big reputation do with a worthless little slave like me?