Just Another Lost Boy

Austin Taylor | 22 years old | Jack of All Trades | Registered Smartass | Fluent in Sarcasm | Orphaned and Forgotten  **1x1 rp. NSFW rp. D/s Rp. Glee AU**

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Didja Want Something?

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mistress-quinn:

Quinn learned at an early age not to let her emotions control her. She just laughed at the slave’s retort, picking her foot up and resting her heel at the small of his back. “Well, I don’t buy that. Because if that were true, you wouldn’t be in this situation would you?” Quinn pressed her heel into his skin just enough to leave a red mark, them moved around his body to stand right in front of him. “I was looking something more along the lines of an apology.” She smirked and placed her heel right on the back of his hand.

Austin rolled his eyes and growled as he heard the blonde chuckle, his deep hatred for his mark and his lot in life clear. “I didn’t say anything you wouldn’t have said in the same situation,” he spat back, one more attempt to pull at the binds leaving him groaning in frustration. He groaned again, this time as he felt the piercing pressure of her heel into his skin. His eyes went up the woman’s form as she stood in front of him, talk and menacing in quite a sultry way, though he’d never admit it outloud. “I have nothing to apologize for,” he sneered just in time to feel her heel in his hand now, crying out, “Fuck! Knock it off!”

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Didja Want Something?

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lostboyxlikeme:

He considered it a win when the blonde seemed to walk away and he moved on with his night. Sure, he knew better, but he was stubborn as all hell. It had been 30 some odd years of a shorty life and he didn’t break. He wasn’t about to now.

Then - things took a turn. The guard came over and smacked him upside his head, “now you’ve done it, slave. Mistress Fabray needs some time with you. Austin was dragged from behind the bar and into a dungeon room where he was locked in place to the woman’s specifications. “Fuck assholes!” He screamed, echoing off the stone walls as he waited, naked and shackled in all fours.

Originally posted by teenwolf–imagines

On one hand, Quinn had a reputation to uphold. Russell Fabray was known for his ruthlessness when it came to dealing with unruly slaves, and Quinn was going to make sure she didn’t disappoint. But there was also a part of her that just enjoyed putting slaves in their place. There was a thrill that she got and she would extract that feeling any time she got the opportunity. She took her time making her way down to the dungeons, getting herself a glass of wine before following the guard down the narrow hallway below the the bar. Quinn was pleased when she saw the slave buckled down on his knees. “Thank you guard, that will be all.” Quinn closed the door and made her way over to the man on his knees, heels clicking below her. She took a seat at the bench right in front of him, studying him before she broke the silence. 

“This is quite the dilemma you’ve found yourself in. Is there anything you want to say to me before I decide what to do with you?”

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Austin tried to struggle against the binds, knowing it was pointless but unable to accept defeat. A cold chill ran up his spine as he heard the girl's cool voice behind him. He rolled his eyes at her words, shaking his head slightly. "I make it a point to not say things to egocentric bitches on a power trip," he spat back at her.

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Didja Want Something?

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lostboyxlikeme:

Austin growled almost immediately at the slick words of the blonde woman. Great - just what he needed, another Mistress with a God complex. “Look peaches,” he said with an eye roll, “can you see how busy we are tonight? I really don’t have time for your power trip, so either order something or walk away.” Austin was owned by the bar and he hated it. What he hated more was that it was obvious not only by the sleek collar around his neck, but by the brand on his wrist. But this is what happened because he’d had nobody since he was 4. He found himself in the foster care system after his parents chose drugs over him and he bounced around from home to home until he was 18. That’s when his real trouble began and found himself in debt to the wrong people and was sold to work and be used at this club. He stared at the woman again waited for her answer, “anytime sweetheart.”

Originally posted by clanndestine

Quinn wasn’t like one of those masters and mistresses who liked to yell and cause a scene. Well, perhaps she liked causing a scene, but yelling wasn’t on her repertoire. She just never saw the appeal in tiring herself out for someone else’s discretion. So instead of yelling and fussing, Quinn just shot the bartender a smirk. He picked the wrong person to take out his aggression on. By the rules of the club, Quinn was allowed to punish any slave as she fit, and this slave was well deserving of a punishment. Quinn didn’t say anything word. She pushed herself off of the bar, making her way over to the nearest guard that stood by one of the exits. Quinn whispered something in his ear before turning around to flash him another smile. 

In less than five minutes, he would be shackled on his hands and knees at Quinn’s feet in her own private ‘play-room.’ She wasn’t planning on playing tonight, but for naughty slaves, she was willing to make an exception.

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He considered it a win when the blonde seemed to walk away and he moved on with his night. Sure, he knew better, but he was stubborn as all hell. It had been 30 some odd years of a shorty life and he didn’t break. He wasn’t about to now.

Then - things took a turn. The guard came over and smacked him upside his head, “now you’ve done it, slave. Mistress Fabray needs some time with you. Austin was dragged from behind the bar and into a dungeon room where he was locked in place to the woman’s specifications. "Fuck assholes!” He screamed, echoing off the stone walls as he waited, naked and shackled in all fours.

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Didja Want Something?

[mistress-quinn]

lostboyxlikeme:

“Yeah? Well I don’t have all day man, so either order something or move on,” Austin scoffed. He hated when he had to work the bartender shift and the club. It was as if no one had any manners the moment the lights went off and everyone was behind closed doors. “Yeah, I’m not standing here for my health, so let’s pick something, yeah?” he growled at the guy who finally muttered that they wanted a beer. “Didn’t lose too many brain cells on that one I hope. 10.50,” he said, handing the beer over and then taking the money before moving on to the blonde who sat at the bar. “And you? What do you want?”

It was her father’s legacy. A world opened up to Quinn when her father died. What was supposed to be a simple collecting and disposing of her father’s things at the club turned into a whole new life for Quinn. An underground sex slave operation that only the most elite could find themselves in. And Quinn was as elite as they came. Most of her wealth came from her inheritance from Russell Fabray, but Quinn wasn’t stupid and she decided to capitalize on this legacy by running her own fashion empire. Still, no matter how busy, she always made time for her hobby of using and abusing those less fortunate than her. 

Quinn sat at the bar, eyes scanning the club for her next prey. At the bartender’s voice, she snapped back to the boy behind the counter, appalled by his attitude. He worked here which meant he was a slave and had no business talking to a clearly marked Mistress this way. 

“You might want to try that question again, slave.”

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Austin growled almost immediately at the slick words of the blonde woman. Great - just what he needed, another Mistress with a God complex. "Look peaches," he said with an eye roll, "can you see how busy we are tonight? I really don't have time for your power trip, so either order something or walk away." Austin was owned by the bar and he hated it. What he hated more was that it was obvious not only by the sleek collar around his neck, but by the brand on his wrist. But this is what happened because he'd had nobody since he was 4. He found himself in the foster care system after his parents chose drugs over him and he bounced around from home to home until he was 18. That's when his real trouble began and found himself in debt to the wrong people and was sold to work and be used at this club. He stared at the woman again waited for her answer, "anytime sweetheart."

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Didja Want Something?

“Yeah? Well I don’t have all day man, so either order something or move on,” Austin scoffed. He hated when he had to work the bartender shift and the club. It was as if no one had any manners the moment the lights went off and everyone was behind closed doors. “Yeah, I’m not standing here for my health, so let’s pick something, yeah?” he growled at the guy who finally muttered that they wanted a beer. “Didn’t lose too many brain cells on that one I hope. 10.50,” he said, handing the beer over and then taking the money before moving on to the blonde who sat at the bar. “And you? What do you want?”

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