Devon/Quinn. As one wishes.
Apr. 17th, 2007 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionDay 17 of 31_days.
It was simple, really. There was no need to mince words, make euphemisms, or explain away the situation. Quinn did exactly what Devon wished, whenever he wished it. The thrill that raced down his spine at any command Devon gave him had him jumping to his feet to do it immediately, his breath catching just a little.
Rarely would he question Devon’s demands, and that was only when he was feeling disobedient. That got him punished and that had him unable to walk properly or sit at all for at least a day. He’d learn his lesson, and go right back to doing whatever Devon wanted.
One of his friends once asked, if Devon asked Quinn to roller-skate to work randomly, what would Quinn do? Quinn looked Stevie right in the eyes and replied, “I’d have to go out and buy some roller-skates.” Devon was his master; Quinn was his slave, his pet, and a good pet did his master’s bidding.
Quinn sat at his desk, idly fingering his collar when the interoffice messenger beeped at him. Come into my office now.
He was already standing and heading down the hall before he finished reading the sentence.
It was simple, really. There was no need to mince words, make euphemisms, or explain away the situation. Quinn did exactly what Devon wished, whenever he wished it. The thrill that raced down his spine at any command Devon gave him had him jumping to his feet to do it immediately, his breath catching just a little.
Rarely would he question Devon’s demands, and that was only when he was feeling disobedient. That got him punished and that had him unable to walk properly or sit at all for at least a day. He’d learn his lesson, and go right back to doing whatever Devon wanted.
One of his friends once asked, if Devon asked Quinn to roller-skate to work randomly, what would Quinn do? Quinn looked Stevie right in the eyes and replied, “I’d have to go out and buy some roller-skates.” Devon was his master; Quinn was his slave, his pet, and a good pet did his master’s bidding.
Quinn sat at his desk, idly fingering his collar when the interoffice messenger beeped at him. Come into my office now.
He was already standing and heading down the hall before he finished reading the sentence.