forum "Why is there a twink in my bed?" "Oh, that's your present."

Started August 31, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Bren twisted away from the other man, not feeling comfortable having his hands on him. But, when he heard the man speak again, he looed back up at him. He knew that he was behaving rather oddly, but then again, how would one normally act when you're the possession of someone else? Bren wasn't exactly sure, so he was acting on instinct, he never liked it when people touched him, so why would this man be any different? He tried to smile a little bit in response to the man, "T-thank you, t-that's g-good to know. . ."

Sebastian pulled his hand away. Oh thank god, Bren didn't seem to like physical contact either. Sebastian was very picky about how and when he was touched, and who got to do it. Sebastian folded his hands in his lap instead. He nodded slightly.
"How… are you handling this so far?"

"I guess as good as a person could when they went from being a mainly free person to now being someone else's pet. It's a rather frustrating feeling, I must admit." Bren said with a sigh, "Then continuing on that note, since it seems I'll be staying here with you, is there anything you do or don't want me to do? Places I can and can't go? Do I have to stay with you at all times? And if your friends come by, do we have to keep up the act?" He had many more questions but figured that it wouldn't be right to beraid the man with them all at once, plus he was sure they'd all be answered eventually. He continued to fidget with the edge of the shirt as he waited for the other man's response, and as he did, he began to think of just one more question to ask him

"Well, one thing I can assure is that while you're here with me alone, you're not my pet. But on that note… yes, we would have to keep up the act. The only place you can't really go is out that front door. At least, not without me. No, you don't have to stay with me, not while you're in the house." Sebastian answered Bren's questions easily, qualifiers on most every thing he said he would do to give Bren freedoms. Just how he intended it.

Bren nodded, "All of those do make sense, and to be completely honest, I understand the whole not running away thing. And that's nice of you, well to I guess give me the benefit of the doubt or something?" He looked over his shoulder, once more taking in the space of the massive apartment, "One more thing though, who are you exactly, the fact that you weren't too surprised to see me there, or that you mentioned severed heads. Who are you and your friends?

Sebastian nodded along to Bren's words.
"Well… My name is Sebastian Merrow, head of Merrow Cigars. Of course, that's the legal side of things. On the other, less… savorable side, I'm leader of one of the biggest underground groups out there. Drugs, hit jobs, tortures… we dabble in a lot of things. My friends are some of the high ranking members. They're more… involved than I am."

Bren's jaw dropped when he heard the response, Oh, crap. . .No that's not strong enough for this situation either. . .Welp, I'm dead. . .Yes, that's perfect "I uhm, I really must have messed with the wrong people today." He mumbled under his breath as Sebastian continued to speak, "This might sound like a very dumb question, but uhm, why did they let me live then? I really had no affiliation to you or your people, so why did they not kill me, rather than bring me here and put me through this? It really isn't the smartest of ideas." He said with a shrug, his shock wearing off a little bit, and now his annoyance showing, "Honestly, no matter how evil a person is, keeping another human as a pet is just weird." He said with a shudder, "At the moment, I of all people would know. But, uhm, now that I sort of know of your secret, does that mean that I could get in serious trouble if I cross you? Or try to escape or something? What would exactly happen if I escaped, then was caught?"

"That's probably why they did," Sebastian said. "No suspicion, nothing to connect you to me." Sebastian sighed a bit. "And they're just twisted fuckers." Sebastian fell quiet a moment.
"Well, the apartment complex we are in is fifty stories tall. We're in the penthouse, and most everyone living below us… work for me, in some way. They'd either bring you back for me to deal with- ah, punishment, or… shoot you on sight."

"Dutifully noted, I will not try to escape then." Bren said quietly, almost as though he was in a daze, I wonder how Moose is holding up without me. . .OH MY GOD MOOSE! "I uhm, well, this is definitely stupid and I'm sure you could care less, and if it doesn't matter, do let me know. But my bird Moose, he's in my home all by himself, and only God knows when I'll be able to go back home. I understand that the answer will probably be a no, but would there be any way to possibly arrange for him to be brought here? I do understand though if not, but that bird is my baby, and I'll miss him greatly." He said quietly, feeling a bit ashamed to have asked about that, "But uhm, one more thing? I doubt you'll want me in your room, is there a place you'd like me to stay? If it's the couch that'd be fine, your couch is nice and floofy. I like it a lot, it's softer than you're bed anyway, it was hard, like bricks."

(omg yes same)

Sebastian was a bit surprised by the question.
"Oh, of course! I'll have him brought here in no time." Sebastian chuckled softly.
"I can have a room set up for you, but you can sleep on the couch if you want to." Sebastian smiled a bit.

((Aw, thank you! I love Sebastian!))

Bren smiled happily, almost as if he hadn't expected the man to agree to that idea at all, "I honestly thought that you would say no, you just well, you seem like a scary person, that's really it. And I still think you are, but maybe not as scary as I first thought you were." He said with a shrug as he studied the man, "No, you're still just as scary, but never mind that." He swung his legs a little bit against the couch, still studying the house. He had never been in a home this big since he and most of his friends had just graduated from college, and we're trying to make ends meet at the moment. He knew that since he didn't have any roommates, theoretically, no one would know if he was gone or not, especially since he had paid for his year's rent in full Super dumb move. ., So he doubted that anyone would figure it out, or if anyone would even miss him. He highly doubted either. "Well, uhm, I mean, if you don't have anywhere else for me to stay, but I'm sure you wouldn't want your living room to turn into a library." He figured that maybe he could afford to be a little polite, due to the fact that the man had agreed to bring his bird over here. "Wait, you can have someone set up a room for me? Does that mean you have servants? How rich are you? I mean, when I was in college I worked as kind of a tutor for this rich family's kid, but they didn't have a house as nice as your's."

Sebastian chuckled a bit.
"I'll get a room set up for you," he assured. "And library, you say..?" Sebastian stood.
"Here, let me show you one of my rooms."
"I know I can come off as scary," Sebastian said. "And I know I've done a lot of things that warrant that. Still… I do hope we can get along."

"Oh, uhm, okay." He said as he stood with the man, "I have an addiction to reading, like I devour books,so my room has become a mini library."

Sebastian chuckled.
"Then you'll definitely like this." Sebastian stepped away, moving to a door near the one by his bedroom.
"I think you could use it as a bedroom, if we get a bed in it." Sebastian opened the door, revealing a rather cozy, large library.

Bren's jaw dropped as he followed the man in, "My dear lord, I think I might just faint. . . T-thank you." Then he turned and eyed Sebastian suspiciously, "Why are you treating me like this? No one is nice to me? SO what are you doing this for?"

((I know it's short, I'm sorry))

(It's fine, no worries!)

Sebastian blinked, then sighed.
"We're stuck together, right? I'd rather be your friend then for enemy. I don't want you to hate me." Sebastian shrugged, leaning against the door frame.
"I'm sorry if it comes off as suspicious."

((You're right, I was sort of thinking that))

Bren being the shorter of the two, turned and looked up at the guy, still feeling a bit suspicious about his motives. Then after a few seconds of scrutinizing the boy more, he smiled, "Alright, then, I guess I trust you. A little bit." He said walking into the room and gaping at the books, "This is really amazing though, Moose would love it here!!!" And, to be truthfully honest, so would I. If I had any intentions of staying here longer than I need to. He had been thinking about possibly escaping more and more as the other man continued to speak to him and lay down the rules for how things should go. I definitely need to make him think that I completely trust, which I guess I kind of trust him now, and get him to trust me. Then maybe, just maybe I can finally leave and. . .I can't go back home. Once they get Moose they'll know where I live. And I probably can't stay in this city, or any of the surrounding cities, because the guy probably has eyes and ears everywhere. . .I'll have to skip town, probably change my name, maybe even go back home to Canada. I doubt he'd ever expect that."Yes, this room is perfect." He said with a self-satisfied smirk, a plan finally forming in his mind.

But, to be truthfully honest, the plot he had in mind had way too many plotholes for it to work, and as Brennon realized that, his smile began to fade, and he moved over to one of the bookshelves, seeing what Sebastian had in his collection. Well, even if I can't escape, at least I get to live in this room. He thought, and his smile returned, although it was much smaller than the one from before. The boy was sort of accepting his fate, and now sort of realized that this was his life from now on, no matter how much he disliked the thought. But soon his thoughts were disrupted by a loud knocking on the front door. He jumped, sort of surprised and looked at Sebastian, hoping that it wasn't one of the boy's many friends. Bren wasn't exactly ready to have to wear that collar again.