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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:32 am
He chuckled slightly. "I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." He slid his hand down Demys cheek and stopped just above his collar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:00 am
 Demy visibly tensed up, the young Audio starting to cringe as Lou's hand approached his collar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:06 am
He chuckled slightly. "You see there is no reason for you to worry about this." His fingers tapped against the collar. "If you would just stop worrying about trivial things like it being 'your' collar it would be far more pleasant"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:41 am
Demy shook his head, doing the only thing he really could do to try and get Lou away from his collar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 10:49 am
"Ahh but you see it would be far more pleasant." He chuckled slightly. He slid his fingers under Demys muzzle and tilted the other's head up. "You just need realize that you're my boy and therefor that collar is mine by default and things will run much smoother."
He touched his nose to the other's as he grinned. "I promise you it's a pleasing alternative"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:04 am
He wanted the muzzle off, but he didn't really want to admit defeat at the hands of the bartender either. Lou could do all the sweet talking he wanted, but that collar was still Demy's and his alone. Whimpering, Demy still tried to pull away from Lou.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:09 am
It was rather cute of Demy to still be struggling. He did have to admit though that it was entertaining when they struggled a little.
"For all your struggling it seems as if you are almost asking for someone to own you. Or is it that you can not admit that you want for that?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:17 am
Oh great...Lou had read him like a book. Ears flat, Demy went still and tried to avert his gaze from the bartender.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:21 am
"Ahh so that is the case." He smirked as he ran his fingers over Demys muzzle again.
"I would be good to you. Treat you like a precious possession, as long as you understand that you are mine." It wasn't all that bad of a deal. "You'd have a job, a warm bed to sleep in, everything you could want."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:29 am
It wouldn't be everything he wanted, because the youth still had no desire for anyone touching -his- collar. Another collar, maybe, but not this one. Demy shook his head, trying to communicate this to the bartender. Really, the deal sounded good, but....still...he had his pride.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:36 am
"Hmm...." He slid off the bed. "Stay." He tapped Demy on the nose before moving across the room to his dresser. He picked up an almost flat black box before returning to the bed.
"Perhaps we lock that precious collar of yours away and adorn you with a new one?" He popped open the box to reveal a slick blue leather collar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:43 am
For a brief moment Demy considered ripping the muzzle off, but Lou returned too fast for him to put any such plan into action. For a moment he cringed, wondering just what Lou would pull out now. The collar, however, was actually a welcome surprise. Glancing at Lou, Demy slowly lifted a hand to run it across the blue collar.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 11:48 am
"You see. We just have to remove your oh so special one and replace it with this." He nodded down at the collar. "And perhaps get a tag for you"
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:05 pm
Okay...if Lou was willing to compromise like this he couldn't be too bad. That and...damn that was one nice collar. Nodding, the youth lifted his hands to undo the collar around his neck. He wasn't about to let Lou take it off afterall.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 12:09 pm
He set the box down on his lap and pulled out the collar to undo it so he could wrap it around Demys neck. Once the younger one removed his collar he hooked the nice new blue one in place.
"There .... it looks lovely on you." He motioned at the box so Demy could put his there to keep it safe.
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