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2025-02-19 06:40:00
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His silent voice. VIP.
How did he get roped in, he asked? It was quite simple. It only took a day, accompanied with the words ~~Spare me some time tomorrow, I know you don't have a class.~~ Kyle had sent him this text the day after Melody's incident, and he had seen it text when he stepped out after a class. His face had pulled up in a squeeze and he found himself respond. ~~And what if I don't want to?~~ He sent and Kyle responded almost immediately. ~~That's fine. It is your choice to make after all.~~~~If tomorrow isn't okay then pick a day that's fine with you.~~Dylan's brows folded suspiciously at the words that lacked it's usual enthusiam. "That's it?"**I'll just keep asking until you say yes.** His head came up with a blink, guess he judged too fast. That was Kyle's voice for sure. "Is he close by?" he asked himself and proceeded to scan the crowded space. **What is he searching for?** "You, Kyle, I'm looking for you." he replied the thought to himself and finally spotted him. H
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-21His silent voice. Blinded.
Dylan slowly opened the door again, this time, his eyes taking in every corner of the room. The dark room lit up by a single red light placed above the wide bed, barely gave his eyes enough light to see what laid around. But that wasn't something a closer look couldn't uncover. His hands pushed the door wider and before he could put a lid on his curiosity, his legs were already making their way in. He stopped a feet away from the bed and his hand slowly went up to cup his mouth in astonishment. "Holy shit... is this a real playroom?" he whispered, not sure why. That wasn't a question considering what he had in front of him. On the laid red sheet were a few things he could easily recognize, black blindfolds, a black rope, a whip, clips, vibrators and a dildo... oh, shit! No way. "I'm toast," he found his legs take a step back as he realized a part of him had in fact been scared. What was his stupid ass thinking when he lied about liking roleplays and toys. He had no such kinks! "Did
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-22His silent voice. Session.
Having his hands locked up above his heads, because in Kyle's words **I should hold him down before he tries to run again.** The kiss had made him give in, and he couldn't believe he wanted him to do it again. Deeper this time. ~~How hard do you like to be hit?~~ Kyle's text brought him back. Now they're having a play interview? "I don't like being hit at all." Kyle's brow folded, ~~But you said you did.~~ "And I said I lied." he sighed. His hands locked up above him made him reconsider, doing it for the experience shouldn't be that bad, right? "Maybe a little is fine, I can let you know if I don't want it, right?" **Please do, I can't barely sit my heart still knowing I have your injured hand in a lock.** ~~You can, that's why we're going to have a safe word.~~ A safe word. He'd heard that before but barely remembered what it meant. ~~You know what a safe word is right?~~ "I wish I did." Kyle looked confused again, **Is he playing with me right now? I know he
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26His silent voice. Session II
"Haa, Kyle..." his voice tensed up from the finger that teased his bulge. If he was glad about anything, it would be the fact that his eyes were covered. Seeing the look on Kyle's face, or seeing himself at the moment would throw his embarrassment off the roof. He's never gotten hard so quick, even when he does it himself. It was literally his first time... well, his first time sober actually. His memories from the fist time was hazy and barely even there, so it doesn't count, right? It doesn't have to count. If he says it's his first time, then his first time it is. Hopefully, having his two firsts with brothers doesn't come back to hunt him. He still had a lot to say to Lucas, but not now. **I need him to raise his hips.** Not sure how to respond to that thought in the most natural way, he waited for Kyle to lead him. His big firm hands fell to his waist, and his hips obeyed the slight pull. As soon as he had his butt a little off the bed, he choked on a gasp as Kyle pulled
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02His silent voice. Session III
"K-Kyle, please, hold on... it's too mu– aah!" He fell back down and felt his nuts squeeze up, a shock running down his dick as he unbelievably felt what was coming next. "Kyle, ah! Haaa I'm comi...ah no, please. Kyle!" **Use the safe word and I'll stop.** "Ughh!" he groaned, the safe word suddenly having a say of it's own and not wishing to be let out. He gasped out strongly. "Kyle... Kyle!" **My name.** "Kyl–Ahh!" His moan took up the room in ecstacy and his hips jolted as he shot out a load. A load that was cut short along with his relief, his eyes went down to stare at his dick even when he couldn't see anything. The vibrator stuck to his tip made it hard to release just fine, and yet the trembling kept urging him on. "Kyle, please take this off. I can't... I can't..." he couldn't let out the words 'I can't cum with it'. It was driving him insane. He had lost control of his heavy breathing and didn't care if he looked like he was enjoying it. Because he was. Out of n
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02His silent voice. Sign.
Kyle stared down at him, speechless and finding himself get overwhelmed by emotions he'd long lost. **He learnt sign? For real?** "Just a little though. I learnt just a little so I might not, you know, understand you fully just yet." Dylan pointed out. "Don't expect too much." His hands came up to sign in doubt, ^^Are you just messing with me?^^ He watched Dylan's eyes drop dead, "Have you been lied to all your life? Why is it so hard to trust anything I say?" He blinked. **He understood me.** His eyes melted, mirroring the soft heart punches that made his insides go crazy. What was wrong with him? This wasn't the first person that learnt sign just to understand him. Yet it felt...different. He leaned closer in a rush, making Dylan flinch at his sudden closeness. With a smile he didn't know he had, he signed. ^^Did you really learn it? For real?^^ Dylan looked tired of his repeated questions, yet still answered. "If I say this one more time, I'm walking out of here."
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06His silent voice. Punished.
His eyes stole a glance at Dylan who seemed on the edge of going crazy. His hunger for more leaked down his chin, and he'd never looked any better. Kyle swallowed the urge to make him more of a mess, but the throb in his pants gave him other ideas. **I want him so bad.** He placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, satisfying a pinch of his thirst. **I want to hear his moans... I want to hear him call my name. Just my name.** he quietly raised his hand still placed on his chest and willfully pulled out the ball in Dylan's mouth. "Haa... Kyle." Dylan breathed, turning his dizzy eyes to him. "I'm hot." Kyle felt something burn up inside him from his voice, his left hand squeezed hard at Dylan's butt and he pressed his bulge against them while burying his face in Dylan's neck. He was slowly losing it. Slowly. His hips gently rubbed against Dylan and he found the heat getting to him as Dylan responded to his moves by pressing back against him. His gentle moans taking over the room m
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-08His silent voice. Awkward.
Dylan's consciousness slowly seeped back in, the soft sheet hugging him up in a tempting attempt to give another round of sleep a chance. A smile took up his lips as he lazily spun around on his side, taking a minute to appreciate the peace, comfort, and perfect temperature of the space he was in.**I would run up my phone bills...**He paused at the calm singing voice that infiltrated his head. **you say I'm always leaving you, when you need me the most.**Kyle?**But the, the car's outside. But I don't wanna go tonight, I'm not getting in the Addison lee...**His eyes fell open while he laid still in comfort. He couldn't even get mad at his interrupted peace because Kyle's voice was one he would've loved to play on repeat in his playlist."He sings so well." he huffed out in a sleepy gruff. And it only took a second for him to shut his eyes and drown himself in Kyle's singing.**unless you pack your bags you're coming with me. I'm tired of loving from afar, and not being where you
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-10
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His silent voice. Basement.
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER INCLUDES CHILD VIOLENCE, READ WITH A PREPARED MIND.“...done…ing it.”“...a tracking dog?”“It doesn't look like it, sir.”The faint voices slowly cleared up in Kyle's ears, his consciousness seeping back in.“What do we do with it?”His eyes fell open to the stranger in a lab coat squatting in front of him. He looked unfamiliar, and so did the bright white room. Shifting his gaze to the side a bit further down the room, he felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight of the other man in the room, who also had on a lab coat and was the one who had shot him to sleep.The boy's father.**Shit, I messed up.” his body moved groggily, the effect of the drug still weighing him down. **How did I let myself get caught to become dog meat?**“Take him away,” the man said, his gaze not fixed in his direction, but at something else. “We'll feed him to the kid once he's awake.”**No.**The person closer to him moved to obey and he panicked. The kid meant it. He was go
His silent voice. Playmate.
He watched the kid cry up a pool and he had never felt so guilty.“I'm… I'm sorry!” his timid sobs chocked him up, burrowing his head in his knees. “I didn't mean to… I wasn’t chasing you off. Are you mad at me? Is that– is that why you never came back?”Now Kyle was slowly hating himself, why were his tears doing a number on him? **H-hey, it's not my fault. I tried coming back but it was impossible.** His paws were already walking to where the kid remained in a squat. **Hey, listen…**“I can't… I can't do anything right! Everyone is mad at me,” he sounded hurt, giving Kyle the idea that it was a lot more than his days of absense. “Dad got mad at me, ‘cause… ‘cause I didn't want to eat up. But– but I don't want to eat. I-I also couldn't stay right in the tube! It's hard.”Tube? Did he mean the bathtub?“… and you never showed up.” his cries increased, and it was still so hard to miss how his voice remained soft and quiet despite how hard he wept “Do you not want to play with me anymo
His silent voice. Tears.
Would he be back?He couldn't say, after all he only found the place out of luck. Perhaps if he could take note of the road as he went out it could be much easier.But he couldn't make any promises.**Sorry kid, but I have other things to handle at the moment. I'm not down for babysitting.**With that, he walked away without sparing a glance back. He wasn't ready to get roped in by those bewitching eyes again. His path back was a little tricky, but thanks to his dog form and sharp nose he found his way back just fine.**Damn, just how far in did I go?** He thought as arrived at the road. The sun was no longer in plain sight, and it took a whole while longer than he had calculated to get out. Getting back to the house would be worse, so he had to hurry.Taking one last glance at the woods that looked like it held nothing but nature, he ran off. And just as he thought, his mom was dead worried, but he ensured her he was fine. Chipping in his discovery of the day. She hadn't believed him
His silent voice. First meeting.
••{Five months before Kyle's dash for help.}Wallowing in his unknown predicament of staying a husky, he wandered the woods aimlessly. Humans were never born with the memories of their past lives. He knew that just as everyone does. So could it be a punishment that he still had his? Was that the prize he had to pay for failing to protect the one master he had been sworn to? Or was it simply an effect of losing his core? So many questions he had come up with, yet none fit the mark. He had given up on trying to find an answer.He had moved on in acceptance, If he was given a chance at a new life, he should make the best out of it. The only friend he had in his past was no other than his master, everyone stayed away from him and he never needed them anywhere close. He had his master after all.But all that was soon lost as his willful thinking. Now he had a new chance and he was getting along just fine with the kids at the kindergarten… even if they were all just kids who reminded him e
His silent voice. 911.
Kyle followed Mrs. Kerwood into the house, ready to help out with whatever she needed. When they got to the living room, he saw Dylan's dad and Bree sitting on the couch, their eyes on him. Naturally, he sent a smile their way and signed.^^Good morning.^^Their quiet responses reminded him that they weren't still too familiar with signs, so he only gave back a nod that surprisingly didn't get a better reaction. “Have a seat, Kyle.” She pointed at the couch and he obeyed without much thought. He took the single couch across the one where Bree's sat with her dad and it only took him a second to recognize the hostility in the air. Neither of them were smiling, which was just odd considering how chatty and teasing Bree gets when she sees him. Probably they had a bad morning.He turned to see Mrs. Kerwood staring out the window in observation, and she remained like that for a moment before coming back. She walked over to the couch where the others sat and it comfortably took all three
His silent voice. Stranger.
“Mom, I'm off.” he announced as he walked over to her while she remained on the couch. “Alright honey.” she smiled and he stood still in front of her. She stared at him in confusion for a minute then a smile curled up her lips. “Get over here.” He leaned down and gladly took his peck on the cheek, feeling much satisfied. “Be careful out there.” she dropped as usual and he straightened with a nod. “Yeah,” he spun around to Bree and his Dad who also sat around the Tv. “I'll be back.” “Alright bud.” his dad waved and Bree stared up at him. Her gaze giving him the idea that she had something to say, until she raised a brow in question. “What? You want a peck from me too?” His face pulled up in grimace. “Ew, no thanks.” he turned to leave and gave in to the thought in his mind. “Save that for when you get a boyfriend.” The slight chuckle from his parents made him smile as he stepped out. It was the weekend, and he had never felt more excited to leave home. His legs took hurried st
His silent voice. Walk.
With Dylan's classes ending early as usual, while Kyle was left with one more hour of lecture, he finds himself waiting alone. Bree and Kira had left him for a concert he had zero interest in… after raiding his mini chocolate bar, and Kyle had been nervous to ask him to wait so they could walk home together, so he simply brought it up first.And he was glad he did.Because that hour was just the sort of time alone he needed to knock some sense into himself. What the hell was that? Why did he jump Kyle like a sex craved maniac when the original motive was just a kiss. Had he always been that insane and starved?“Haa, why does he have to be such a great kisser?” he mumbled shamelessly to himself. “And not just a great kisser, but– damn… his size is just so– what the hell am I mumbling to myself right now. Urgh!”His light tap on the lips sealed them up, but not his thoughts.Kyle looked exceptionally charming at school, and he knew his option of why it seemed that way was either, he bee
His silent voice. Chocolate.
He took Dylan's hand and started to lead him away from the tree to find a better place to talk. With Dylan following behind without an objection, he got the push to keep going. Knowing the perfect place they could head to. His eyes met his friends stares and he simply rolled his finger around to show they'll be back. They probably couldn't understand signs anyway so signing might just be a waste of his time. They walked off for a few minutes, taking turns down different roads, and finally reached the downward slope that led to the lawn with a pond. **Thank goodness no one's here.** "Did we really have to come all the way here?" Dylan's subtle sniffle brought his attention back to him. And his heart broke at the sight of him hiding a tear. His hands went up to curb Dylan's face in his hands, **Did they really hurt him?... Oh my god.** he pulled Dylan in for a hug and held him in tight, directing his glare at the nothing in particular. **I'll kill them, I'll kill them with my hands
His silent voice. Scare.
*Exactly 14 hours 30 minutes ago.* As Dylan had left him alone in the night street completely clueless, it had taken him ten whole minutes to realize Dylan had just walked away from him. Looking scared and angry. Yet, not one reason could come to mind. He noticed Dylan phone that had fallen to the ground and picked it up. Still in a daze, he had walked back to his house, shut the door behind him and walked up to the living room. "Hey, Kyle, you're finally back." Lucas stared neck stretched at him over the couch, with the Tv playing. "Mom! Kyle's back! I was just about to give you a call. Where did you go all day? I know you weren't at school, you've been skipping Thursday's lately." He could only stare back at Lucas in silence, his mind still making calculations of his own. "Kyle, you finally come back home. We were getting tired of waiting." his mom spoke as she came down the stairs while he blinked halfly out of his daze.^^Lucas,^^ he called, ^^could you come over here fo
