The latest stage of development

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 23, 2007, 03:49 PM

timestamp: Imperos

They were in one of the many libraries in the former Collegium of the dark arts, rows and rows of bookshelves lined the room and tables and chairs were haphazardly placed about it. Many of the books had been lost in various events leading up to this time but Dimitri Wladisyaw was one of two live occupants of the room. Two large zombies stood by the only door, spears across it barring entry and exit, or at least a plesant one.

Dimitri wore his customary eyepatch and a pair of deep purple silken trousers, boots encased his feet, a large woolen cloak was wrapped about his shoulders and covered half his upper torso, the other half was left open to the cool stillness of this place, silken gloves encased his slender hands as they flicked wearily at a book.

One other were in the room with him, one of his newly aquired male slaves Marcus to be precise. Dimitri had always been an admirer of the peverse and of the mystic land to the east and his latest slave was attired in such a way, rouge upon his lips, dark colours about his eyes. He wore only a silken pair of shorts but glittering dust had been coated on his body leaving him shining in the dim light of the room.

A pair of manacles held his hands before him and a further chan connected them to the table meaning they could not be raised above waist height, currently he sat next to his master ungagged, the silence was everywhere almost begging Marcus to ask a question, he had been gagged since he arrived and this seemingly was his first bit of luxury.

Marcus Vitruvius · May 23, 2007, 04:50 PM

Marcus sat shackled on the cold stone floor of the catacomb library weary and confused, dressed up like some perverse doll from a foreign land. He was clad in rouge and dark eyeshadow, glitter lay shimmering across his chest, and all he wore were a pair of silken shorts. His clothing had been stripped off prior- and with that the paperwork (and in its very essence freedom) that the bandits had neglected. His thoughts turned to the other figure present in the dim room, for he had been separated from Dingwall upon arriving at this place.

Marcus had thought that the man who had bought him was a little off- there were not too many that weren't these days.. But this! This man was mad! A fething lunatic! Oh how much he wished he had of simply let those stupid bandits in the desert take the camels, take everything! His life was worth more than this!

Marcus had not uttered a single word since he entered the room. However now he began to speak, his eyes not meeting the other mans- instead his eyes rested on the floor between his outstretched legs. He didn't know if he could meet the glare of a man who traded humans like cattle. He spoke only a single sentence, softly with exaggerated care.

"What do you want from me?"

OCC: In his robes were his Imperial Visa, Letter of appointment by the Governor, and the Governors message to the people of Arakmat

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 23, 2007, 06:36 PM

Dimitri stopped reading and looked down upon his new toy, he smiled gently and not without care, "You are a slave, I want what I want from all my posessions, to make use of them according to their talents or their purpose." He smiled further, "I have not yet decided upon yours yet though Piglet." He stood gently before crouching down beside his toy, the cloak brushed the floor and Dimitri's long dark hair fell about his face.

"We are both young you and I, some say I carry myself with the bearing of a middle aged man and yet I am barely our of my teens." He smiled and gently rubbed the head of the boy before him, "Yet my life has crammed experience into it, yours has from what I can tell been plain and bland, you offer me little and yet you are a blank canvas upon which I can create." Dimitri smiled softly again and stroked the boys cheek, "You shall be a pleasure slave, that entails sexual pleasure but you must also merely be an object of art, something pleasing to look at and admire."

Dimitri all the while was gently exploring the contours on the boys face with his hand, "I may also make you my butler, serving me food, and helping my daily routines, I may get you some training at some point also but only if you warrant it and are a good piglet." Dimitri grinned and stood pushing his seat away, he carefully unlocked the boys manacle attachment leaving him bound but free from the table and free to stand, holding onto the chain and with the boy stood before him Dimitri returned to his chair, "Sing for me Piglet, after you shall either be punished or rewarded."

Marcus Vitruvius · May 23, 2007, 08:01 PM

Marcus continued staring at nothing as Dimitri firmly caressed his face while speaking to him. Only did Marcus look up- and it was in sheer shock- when Dimitri stated he would be a "pleasure slave, and that entails sexual pleasure"! This proved it- he was a raging lunatic! A sadistic pervert! He tried to mumble something in protest but it never came out, he simply looked back down at his feet once more... Never had he been so insulted in his life!

After Dimitri had voiced his expectations, he unlatched a chain allowing Marcus freedom to stand and then demanded he sing! To Sing of all things! Who did he think he was? This was enough, the straw that broke the camels back so to speak. Marcus did stand. However when he did, it was with no intention to sing. He turned to Dimitri and placed his bound hands downs on the edge of the table infront of him to balance himself from falling, and looked into those piercing dark eyes. He was unwavering in his speech, and spoke firmly but not with raised voice.

"I will have you know.. Oh, good, sir.. That I am by all means NOT a piglet. I am a human with a name! And- I will not sing! I certainly will not be your whore- or your painting either! You see here! I am an employee of the Governor of Arakmat! As is Dingwall! If you write to him he will give you a reward for our return! He will pay more than what you gave those filthy creatures that captured us! Surely.. You can find more suitable people than ourselves to satisfy your needs than us! ..Than me.."

He might be reprimanded for what he said, but through his defiance atleast he would keep his dignity.

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 24, 2007, 12:28 PM

Dimitri stood, his entire imposing frame before Marcus. While the young men were of similar heights Dimitri filled out his frame considerably and the cloak he wore seemed to enlarge him further, his fists hung loosely by his side. "You are either incredibly brave or very stupid to defy me in my realm." Dimitri grinned his sharpened teeth showing, slowly he pulled off his gloves and showed his right hand, upon it were a signet ring and a ring bearing the sacred sign of the church, "You speak before a servant of the light, a barbari Duke and a civic official as well as a raving lunatic." Dimitri chuckled, he cold laughted echoing around the hall, "Arakmat, Carmelyn, Natura, Imperia, Vortex, all names of places above us." He smrked at the boy, "Places whos hands do not reach into the earth, your govenor knows not my palace, and I have no intention of letting prizes as rich as the two of you leave, I know your purpose and his, you shall be with me and if the Govenor ever has business with me we may come to an agreement, but until that day that will never come, you will be subservient to me....your master."

Dimitri quickly moved forward and planted a fist in the boys stomach and pushed him to the ground hopefully winding him, the restraints would make it hard to counter anyway, "You do not fear me enough boy, but everything is to be learnt in the end I suppose." Dimitri would raise the boy up and grasp him with fingers about his neck, "Teasing death is a dangerous game my boy, do you fear it?"

Marcus Vitruvius · May 24, 2007, 07:05 PM

Marcus listened to the man rant on about his titles and deeds, but this time he stared without hesitance directly into those glaring eyes. They were cesspools of dark and evil. Whatever type of church- it must be some accursed foul one- that gave this creature a title was surely not looked down favorably upon by the Gods. Righteous men, so called "servants of the light" did not trade men like animals, or break the very laws inspired by the Gods. The very Gods he proposed to follow would smite him one day for his blasphemy.

As Dimitri delivered a blow to his abdomen, and threw him down in a heap, Marcus' demeanor made a 180 degree turn. As Dimitri lifted him and held Marcus' throat in his fingers- his life in the palm of his hand- Marcus' entire outlook on the situation shifted. He would have to throw his dignity, his pride away for a time. However hard it might be, if he were to survive.

"Teasing death is a dangerous game my boy, do you fear it?"

It was hard to speak with the fingers bound tightly around his throat, however the words sputtered out nonetheless "..D- death comes to us all.. I fear it.. Forgive me sir- .. I don't know what came over me.. Please, forgive me of my ignorance.." Hesitantly he piped in a single last word, which held great power in itself. It signified the superiority of the other, and the subservience of himself.. "Master". Marcus was sure to avert his eyes from Dimitris' this time, he knew it was a trait in some animals to look away at a superior being. Perhaps it would play the trick... Perhaps it would not.

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 25, 2007, 07:35 PM

Dimitri grinned, "So few slaves are realists, understand you are not going to escape." He blew his hot cinnamon smelling breath in the bows face for a moment, "Even if you kill me my undead would cut you down in a moment, and beyond that you would never reach the surface." He smiled and locked his wrists around the boys neck further making sure he needed but one squeeze to crush his throat and crack all the bones therin.

"If you considered this properly my little piglet you would realise you are what I want you to be, and yet if you are obedient I offer you extras you will find useful." He smiled, "You want to learn magic, you want to learn to fight, you want to learn to be a politician someday, find your family heritage, kill your father, I can make anything happen in the world above, anything within reason. I know mages that would teach you, swordmasters that would train you or orators that would teach you to speak."

Dimitri took his hands away and slapped the boys face slightly, it would only sting but would not displace any of the makeup, "Most of my pleasure slaves exist for my pleasure alone, you I offer a position, my butler and toy, I offer you a chance for self improvement beyond anything you can get above surface, I give you the chance to stand by my side at this great ascention and you dare to return it back into my face." He slapped the boy again on the other cheek to keep his attention, "One more chance Piglet, I want to kiss you open your mouth now."

Marcus Vitruvius · May 25, 2007, 08:40 PM

Dimitri's grasp on Marcus throat tightened and Marcus desperately sputtered to speak amid gasps for air. "I- I won't try to escape.. I am yours.. Master.. Please" The plee reaped no reward however he (contrary to Marcus' belief) did not strangle him. Instead he only kept speaking.. Speaking of what Marcus' could learn, what power he could gain from Dimitri. How he could be "great" with Dimitris' help. Marcus inwardly wanted none of it- he just wanted out. He wanted to be back in Imperia serving the governor. Back in Imperia learning how to serve something he believed in. ..Back in Imperia where he could sit on the harbor peers and gaze out at the ocean. Back in old Imperia where he belonged! However, outwardly, he craved it, craved the knowledge and the power. He must stop at nothing to gain it. He must satisfy the needs of his master. Satisfy them to gain his inner desire.

Dimitri slapped him a couple of times and that brought him back to reality- but only to hear a most startling request.

"-One more chance Piglet, I want to kiss you open your mouth now."

There was no question at what he must do. He would have to comply if he ever wished to escape this wretched rat hole. Still. He was so torn and filled with an emotional strife, it swelled up inside of him. This was a man for the God's sakes.. Barely a man by his words prior, but none the less a man! This was a horrible filthy man and this certainly was not natural! Yet.. It truly did not irk him that this was a fellow boy. No. It was in all actuality simply the reality that he had no choice in the matter- that he must do what was expected of him. How does one go about and kiss a man? Marcus silently pondered.

Slowly- ever so slowly, he slightly parted his lips, allowing Dimitri access to his moist mouth and tongue.

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 25, 2007, 09:29 PM

One hand clutched his right buttock the other was behind the boys head on his neck, gently massaging it. Dimitri pulled in his prey till their bodies were touching almost all over, then he slowly pushed his lips forward till they met his, his tonge seeped into this new mouth exploring it and feasting upon the new flavour. For a number of minutes he would merely exist like this, locked in a passionate kiss with his new slave.

After a few minutes he would pull away and gently use his teeth to play with the boys lips, nibbling upon them and kissing them before his mouth returned to its task, after another similar period he would draw away and move backwards, "Good good" he oozed the words softly evidently content, "I am sated for now, we now have to decide what you are to do for me, tell me your talents." Dimitri locked eyes upon the boy, "I hope they are many and varied for one thousand golden coins."

Marcus Vitruvius · May 26, 2007, 09:23 AM

Marcus simply let Dimitri do what he would. He did not resist the man- although that was exactly what his mind and heart was crying out for him to do.. Punch him in the gut and kick him to the ground! And- he would of been perfectly content to do precisely that and face a imminent beating afterwards! However he contemptuously looked to the long run and the future.. He even slung an arm around the man and lightly kissed back as their lips clashed and the two boys drew so close. The whole thing was made only bearable by the fact that Dimitri's mouth tasted strangely of cinnamon not a foul reeking taste that one would expect from a rugged man like Dimitri. Nonetheless Marcus felt like he was going to gag and wretch because of him.

As the mans caressing and kisses fell to a close he easily sounded more content- hopefully for the most part forgetting past transgressions.. Marcus' soft eyes met the piercing ones of Marcus and he Dimitri got back to business.

"I am sated for now, we now have to decide what you are to do for me, tell me your talents. I hope they are many and varied for one thousand golden coins."

Well.. sir, I only have had Schola as formal education.. I was planning to take up further studies this month when I returned home.. However, I think of myself organized, meticulous and perhaps even diligent.. A- aside from thaatt I have no training in skills either.. Marcus suppressed a faint smirk. It wasn't his problem if Dimitri didn't feel like he got his moneys worth.

Dimitri Wladisyaw · May 29, 2007, 01:20 PM

Dimitri gently rubbed his eyes and nodded as the boy spoke, his moods changed like the tides these days and from a moment of passion he was down into a moment of depressive realisation. Still logic gripped him and he looked at the boy as if trying to size him up, "You will have to work from this point." He smiled, "And do not think me kind boy, you are like a pen if you fail to write then you shall be thrown away." He grinned gently, "We will go to the temple of Carnal Love, they normally reserve their arts for women but perhaps I can negotiate a special deal with them you never know." He chuckled, "Would you like that? To be able to see inside minds of others, to be able to destroy others from afar with only a thought, it is a road worth travelling but only for the dilligent."

He smiled, "And some sort of weapon training as well I suppose, yet I do not want you to stab me in the back, we shall await to see how loyal you are before we give you real power." He grinned gently before motioning for the boy to sit, "Tell me then you yourself and Dingwall, what is it you did exactly and anything else I might find interesting. And before you decide to hold your tongue, I warn you torture is a hobby I enjoy greatly."

Marcus Vitruvius · May 29, 2007, 05:39 PM

Marcus did not attempt to interject any of his own thoughts as Dimitri spoke casually of Marcus receiving lessons in shadier strands of arcana. Nor did his eyes flicker when he commented that perhaps training in a weapon might occur, this provided he could prove he would not slit Dimitri's throat the moment he turned around. Again he resisted the temptation to laugh. That might be exactly what he would attempt to do.

He had not the slightest idea of what this "Temple of Carnal love" was, but the name sent a shiver through his spine. It did not seem like a place that the God's shined upon brightly. Mysticism and Necromancy were dark magic- distrusted and not looked upon brightly by any honest man. Frankly, the idea of learning them did not excite Marcus to the least.. But... Then again.. Power over the mind was a very.. Tantalizing prospect.. But, what good are skills you will never have the chance to use in the world?

"Tell me then you yourself and Dingwall, what is it you did exactly and anything else I might find interesting. And before you decide to hold your tongue, I warn you torture is a hobby I enjoy greatly."

Continuing to try to keep on Dimitri's good side Marcus sat at once and looked up and spoke, the idea of torture making him quick, perhaps too quick, to speak.

"I- I assure you sir.. You need not resort to such measures.. I do not know much about Dingwall, he was sent to accompany me on a trip to the city of Arakmat to deliver a letter. I do know he is a master at the equine and with animals.. I sir, well, there is not much to say.. I'm simply a simple boy who got a job with the Governor as a messenger." Marcus paused for a moment, deciding to comment on what he did not prior. "About.. Learning.. I'm always open to learning things of importance. But, you speak of dark and evil knowledge."

Marcus glanced down at his chained hands which were beginning to hurt in the shackles.

"Perhaps you can take these off? I wont do anything.. "

Dimitri Wladisyaw · June 3, 2007, 11:46 AM

"Dark and evil things are often the strongest boy, you must take the view of a stoic, reconcile yourself with nature and only then can you be happy." He grinned, "What artists is ever happy only painting, he wants to be in paintings also, what baker ever wanted to only bake, he needs to eat his food also." Dimitri grinned gently, "The coin has two sides, not one, learn from evil so you might better appreciate your goodness if such a thing exists, and always remember sin was created so we might feel redemption."

Dimitri chuckled and gently eyed the boy up, "And as for your shackles, I feel it would be unwise to allow a strong young man freedom, you shall be released back to your accomodation presently, I ask you one simple question, "Do you know yourself? Answer how you wish." He sat back and waited interested by the response evidently.

Marcus Vitruvius · June 5, 2007, 06:12 PM

Marcus thought for a moment why such a man would feign interest in Marcus' person or opinion, to come to the simple conclusion it was just to know his enemy. The young captive understood the concept. Once one knew their enemy it would be so much easier to break them. Attempts to hurt and strike them down all more effective and perhaps with such a person as Dimitri, satisfying. Nonetheless such en devours were worthless when such an upper hand was already possessed by one of the parties.

I suppose I know myself more than any other being could possibly, however, can one ever truly know them self so thoroughly that they could respond with a definitive 'yes'? I suppose true understanding of ones self would come with time? To truly discover how one would react under extreme and peculiar situations one could only- by- being indeed placed in them.. Attempting to understand what one would do is quite alike how one might comment on another's current or prior situation, and how they would attempt to handle it. One cannot.

Dimitri Wladisyaw · June 10, 2007, 11:05 PM

"Consider this my little Piglet."

Dimitri grinned as he looked at the boy, best keep up with the nickname, it would install respect in him and a sense of lost identity, it would make him easier to mould into a tool to gain power.

"There are many philosophies and conceptions and misconceptions in life." Dimitri smiled gently, "I have spent much time pondering on it." Dimitri reached over and grasped the bound boy by the waist and pulled him up upon his lap, he was heavy but Dimitri supported his weight as he spoke, "A baker walks through town each day, each day a group of criminals attacks him and beats him and steals some coins." He paused to squeeze the boys leg, "Now he goes to the guard and the attacks stop, he gains his coin and a protection from fear, but imagine if he was attacked again and again, if he did not perish he would become stronger, he would loose his fear and replace it with hate and defeat his foes." Dimitri grinned, "And with his new attitude and skills he could make more money, and defend himself in the future. You see sometimes the easy option is the worst." Dimitri grinned as he massaged the boy through his silken trousers, "If you can surivive this and come out of this tunnel on the other side, you shall be stronger you see." Dimitri chuckled, "You shall have skills and the abilities needed to protect yourself this much is obvious." Dimitri smiled, "And only through the experiences I will set you can you truely begin to know yourself as I know myself." His massaging increased as he let the boy ponder over the words and reply.