~SlaveXMaster RP, Aaaaaahhhh Yeaaaaaaah~
 

Hey hey hey! This RP is for myself and Bookwormness explicitly, so please don't post if you aren't us. But if you want, you can enjoy our awesome slave and master RP!
>;3

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{{I'm going to post my char's profile just so ya know what I'm working with, but no bio, sorry. I hate, hate, hate bios. If you really want me to make one, I'll edit this and add it in ;)}}

Name: Olly Pent
Gender: Male (Hahaha, wouldn't be doing this RP if any of our OCs were chicks)
Age: 17
Personality: Enjoys being lazy, a smartass, and blunt. He does care deeply about those close to him, but has a hard time actually getting along with people. With a penchant for physical contact, he isn't exactly clingy but can be found draping an arm around anyone within his circle of friends at any point of the day.
Physical Description: (I'll draw a picture of him soon and upload it) Tall and incredibly lean, Olly has a pleasing physique, despite being slightly bony. Other features of the teen include large grey eyes, dishoveled redish-brown hair, and a straight nose.

{{I'll post my part in the morning, I'm so tired right now, hahahahaa. If there's anything you don't like about the info I'll change it :)}}

You go first :-P

{{Yeah, sorry ^^" Couldn't get on the compy this morning for too long :P}}

Imagine the most important, possibly life-changing day of your life. Think of how important it would be to plan ahead for it, to make sure that you were up and ready to face it along with all of the consequences that would without a doubt spring up. All of this shit that was about to come down in that specific twenty-four hours and you at to be at your best lest you wanna be screwed.
Now imagine waking up late on the most important, possible life-changing day of your life.
Because that's what Olly Pent had just done. He had woken up at twelve, when the game had started at eleven. That game on which his immortal soul depended upon.
Well, maybe not his immortal soul, but definitely his freedom. Why'd they even make the bet? Groaning not only at his own stupidity, but at how amazingly wrong this day had begun, Olly shoved the behindhand alarm off the pile of textbook next to his bed. It had just started going off. Nice.
Rolling out of the comfort and security of his comforter and pillows, the teen made a half-effort to hurry towards the rec' room where he'd be able to try and catch the last five minutes and confirm his fate. Fortunately, no one was there already so Olly was able to jump onto the sofa and switch directly to the sports channel.
His team was in the lead, which was good. For the time being the boy's future as a free man was secure. But his pal's team was actually doing pretty well. If they kept up pace there was a good chance they'd win and then Olly would be- SHIT DID YOU SEE THAT?!
That was, no, it was- he'd never seen anything like that before! And right at the perfect timing! His team had totally just demolish the other one! There wasn't any way they'd get enough points to even be close to tying with them now!
Springing to his feet Olly ran around in disbelief. He didn't have to be his bud's slave! Dude, he actually owned his bud! Sweet! After Olly had gotten all of the spaz out of the system, he dashed back into his room and swept up his cell from the mess of dirty laundry it had been buried in. With the adrenaline of not having to spend the rest of his life as a slave, Olly probably didn't even notice all of the typos he was texting his friend.
OHFLUCKIGNGODDUDE
Send.
ISO OWN YOU NOW
Send.
HOW DEOS IT FEEEL TO BE MY SLAVE NOWW?
Send.
NOW YO HAV 2 COME TO MY PLACE AN MAKE ME WAFFFLEZ
Send.
HAHAHAHAHA UR SO MY BITCH NOW
Send. Maybe he hadn't gotten all the spaz out of his system.

{{Ohmigawd, I'm so sorry, this sucks so hard. Fudger, I'll censor all the swearing if you didn't like it, sorry.}}

( I'm so sorry I feel like a.jackarse but Omg having slave writers block. I got emersed on another rpm. I swear ill try to post tomorrow. O God I'm sorry)

{{Hahaha, nah, it's fine, don't sweat it :) I've been gone for a few days so I should be the one apologizing.}}

I hate you right now. Lol you described the character I wanted to use.
For some reason my mobile being stoopid


Mobile Photobucket

Maybe the two of them could just be non-blood related twins! :D
And don't worry, I saw the picture :)

Cute right? Have you drawn yours?

Really adorable, yeah! :) I am right now, actually. Hahahhaa, I'm very, very tempted to draw something with the two of them together, heheheheheeh =w=

You do that. Do you have any art samples?

Oh yeah!

Here:
http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo...ifh2o1_500.jpg
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo...ifh2o1_500.jpg
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo...ifh2o1_500.jpg

Oh my gosh the first one is so entertaining. Its cute. Id if its an anime character, and I don't watch many, but it almost looks like Grell from Kuroshitsuji

http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo...ifh2o1_500.jpg
Here's the picture/sketch! Sorry it's so sloppy, I'll probably post a cleaner picture of Olly.
Thanks! Hahaha, you're right! Grell annoys me though, he's just a little much for me sometimes. But yeah! Uh, the first drawing was actually supposed to be someone's avatar, hahahaha XD

I see. THAT'S SO FUNNY.

Julian(disregard the name on the pic): that's not funny at all. I may be gay, but I havestandards. . .

I KNOW RIGHT? I AM SO FUNNY, MILK I DIDN'T EVEN DRANK IS COMING OUT OF MY NOSE!

Hahaha, Olly'd just be like, "Oh hey! We're in an RP and standards are nonexistent here, much like unicorns, vampires, and eskimos!"

Julian: :feesh:
lawl. Gonna post?

XD
And whaaaaa? I thought I already did! Isn't it your turn? :<

I thought you where redoing your post?

Oooh, that was only if you wanted to redo the plot. I'm probably going to re-write my first post anyways, but maybe after our RP starts running. My sister wants to boot me off soon, so I don't want to redo anything that I don't absolutely have to. Unless, of course, you want me to redo the post, and then I'll do so gladly :)

( Nope I'm good)

Julian looked as Only basically blew up his phone. He read the messages one by one and groaned. Where waffle the only thing this guy ate.
Just remember Olly, the clothing stays on
send
Julian looked out the window to his friends house across the street. Not wanting to waste any time, he climbed out his wi.Dow and down the tree. He walked across the street and looked under the welcome mat for the spare key Olly's parents didn't know Julian knew was there. He entered the house, the sent of apples hitting his nose. No one was home. He placed the key back under the mat and locked the door behind him. First order of the day, waffles. Jule pulled out the waffle iron and turned it on so it could heat while he began to mix the batter. He couldn't help but think that Olly should get back soon before these waffle where done and cold.

After pouring the batter into the iron, Jule treated himself to a cup of Olly's favorite juice. Hahahaha. Take that master.
After the waffle where done, the boy fsound sway upstairs and flopped on his best friends bed. He began to doze off, but pushed the thought of getting up away. He would need all the rest he could get if hewas going to be this kids little pet.

Jule fell into deeper sleep, but despite thatthe heat rushed to his face and he began whining no in his sleep. Yet another horrific nightmare about his best friend doing explicit r rated thing to him, or was it a dream?

(that sucked but its getting to that brain dead time of the day)

{{Hahaha, nah, that's fine. XD It was a very entertaining post!}}

Even though he had asked for waffles- er, not really asked so much as ordered-Olly felt that waiting fifteen minutes for them wasn't ideal. So, instead he grabbed a pair of flip-flops and left the house, making sure to lock the door behind him. There was a gas station not too far from his house, about two blocks or so, and if he moved quickly enough he'd be there with a newly purchased donut in five minutes. On the way to the store and pastry, Olly pulled out his cell phone.
Ha, stupid Julian. After reading his friend's latest text, the youth smirked.
what bout your glasses?. Hitting 'send', Olly pushed the gas station door open and grinned. No sooner had he entered that dank, run-down place had he seen the only source of light illuminating such a dismal building- the pastry isle. Cookies, muffins, cake, conchas, that row of sugary, oil-pumped treats had everything. But what was the best, maybe the only reason to stroll down such an oasis, was at the very end, hidden at the very bottom shelf.
Snatching up the last box of chocolate-covered mini donuts, the giddy teen could barely contain the joy he had found in such a package. Not only did those tiny rings of beauty have more sugar than probably any soft drink, but they were so saturated with fats! Yes, these donuts were like pound cake rings, except better. Maybe like ton cake rings?
By the time Olly had purchased the confections and reached the front door of his abode, there were only three donuts out of a whole dozen left in the box. He was a growing boy, Olly was, and he might as well enjoy being able to eat a shit load of anything without getting chunky.
The warm scent of waffles and fruit wafted over the boy as he shut the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. So Jule-boy had finished his first of a very long future of orders? Then he'd probably be somewhere in Olly's room, if he hadn't already drank some of his juice. Oh yeah, he knew that's what was going to happen. Placing the remaining donuts onto the plate of waffles, the new master traveled up the stairs into his room where- oh, his friend was acting strange. And sleeping on his bed.
For a minute Olly felt temped to try and egg him on. Maybe whisper suggestive things into his ear. Sticking his hand in a cup of warm water had crossed the adolescent's mind too, but then he remembered that would only end up with pee on his sheets. Eventually, Olly settled for sitting down on his friend's chest, shoving a chocolate donut into the sleeper's mouth.
This would be ample punishment for guzzling his drink.

( check often lawl. I respond fast)
At first the sleeping Julian did not notice the hundred some pound semi man child on his chest, or donuts in his mouth. After a few moment he began to turn but felt himself pinned down. He began to squirm, thinking now recognizing something was in his mouth. Of course I will let you decide whether or not your mind will be in the gutter, but that's where Julian was. He began to shake violently, pushing against Ollys side, and trying to spit the donuts out, but then his eyes popped open. He blinked a few times then looked around trying to let his eyes focus. Once they had he recognized the taste in his mouth. Chocolate? He tried to take a deep breath, but something was compressing his chest. That's when he finally noticed the boy sitting onto of him. He pulled the donuts out of his mouth and threw it at him, whipping the chocolate off his mouth," Off you pied nanny* he ordered.

He reached over to the withstand for his spectacles, and found them missing. Jule rolled his eyes, " Gimme my glasses!" he screeched. Or at least as much as one could screech with a growing boy on his chest. He failed and tried to cause him some pain, but they both knew he was lacking on the physical strength aspect. He tried to sit up, and ended up smacking his head against the pillow. Would he have to beg? That was not an option. Just not gonna happen.

{{XD Kay kay!}}

It was strange how something could be amusing and slightly disturbing all at the same time. Olly himself had always thought those two emotions to be complete opposites and incapable of being felt both at the same time. But oh how he had just been proved wrong. Watching Jule writhe and sputter like a caught fish was funny simply because, well, that guy was usually so composed. Seeing him lose grip and freak was a little rewarding, actually. Though, it really seemed liked the brunette had been struggling for his life, and that was disturbing.
Once Jule calmed down a bit, at least enough to actually execute violence and orders, the other teen boy was able to laugh. Cackle, really.
"Are you ordering me, Jule-boy?" Olly sneered, catching the donut soggy with saliva. "You really shouldn't waste food," he continued, seemingly ignoring his friend's efforts to free himself. Examining the chocolate-y cake circle with faked interest, the wild-haired young boy adjusted himself so he was now sitting with both legs crossed and facing Julian. "I order you to eat this donut."

All he could do was scowl, snatched donut, and munched it with disdain. Olly knew that Julian was not a sweet eater. Especially not donuts, but he lost the bet, and now he was his bitch boy. Jule knew deep down inside he kinda liked being his slave, but he would refuse to the ends of the earth that he liked any part of this. He reached up and grabbed his feet, pushing then off his chest. Ollys feet reeked. He forced himself to swallow. Then crossed his arms over his chest in silent protest of this whole ordeal. If he could head desk, he would. Jule tried pushing Olly off once more, then took the direct approach and began patting him down for his glasses.
Yes, Jule knew virtually groping Olly would come with risks, but it was necessary to take these risks because he was blind as a bat. He patted his front pockets, then he shivered and reached for his back pockets, then found his arms didn't reach that far. He didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. He let his arms drop onto the bed and looked up at Olly, refusing to speak.

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(night)

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(nvm I can be on a little more)

This slave and master thing was really working out for Olly. Especially since he had just gotten that no-sweet-stuff friend of his to "enjoy" the savory flavor of one of his favorite snacks.
"Mmm, good boy," he cooed, tousling his hair even after his feet were rudely shoved away. Yeah, they stunk. Olly didn't blame him, in fact he felt the tinniest bit bad for making him go through that. But not after Julian started searching for his glasses.
Did he really just feel him up? That was very gutsy, especially if all he wanted were the glasses. The glasses which happened to be resting on top of his head. The youth kept down the urge to bust down laughing, but just barely. Maybe he'd be able to keep this going. Not that he was gay or anything, but just that Julian was, and leading the guy on was one of Olly's favorite pass-times.
"You really want them that badly?" He asked, inching up closer to his pal. "Maybe you should try looking a little harder then, or even convince me to give them to you."
How long would it be until Jule noticed where they really were? Because the almost-ginger wanted a warning before his slave blew up on him.

{{Great! Sorry it took so long to reply, I'm being pestered by a friend, hahaha}}