Post by Dorian McCalster on May 9, 2011 16:54:01 GMT -5
*Already talked with the Admin about the dark side of this...*
Secret Code: The Clocks March on Forever
Name: Dorian McCalster
Date of Birth: June 26th
Place of Birth: Berlin, German
Age: 21 years
Profession: He has no profession except that of a whore and thief.
Appearance: Will Add soon.
Personality: Dorian is rather wounded and dark, he trusts absolutely no souls and hates the company of anyone who isn’t paying him for his services. He has deep scars that run like a map through his heart…matching the scars on his body…he has done every twisted sexual thing you can think of, often against his will and to extremes that most human beings would die suffering.
Blood Type: Unknown. Even with all the transfusions he has needed…
Race/Special: Human
History: Dorian’s past was mostly normal and easy. His parents raised his as best they could and taught him the good in the world. When Hitler began his rise to power, his whole world was destroyed and replaced with terror and agony. He was taken from his family and forced into the sex trade simply because he was the ideal Aryan. With his blue eyes and blonde hair he was exactly what Hitler was looking for. With the German’s win in the war he was sent to America to help spread Hitler’s seeds of Aryan superiority.
~Family~
Parents: Robert and Ella McCalster (d.)
Sibling: None
Children: Unknown
Sample Post: “That will be three hundred…” he put out his hand, cum still sticky on his hands from pleasuring the man before him. He frowned when the fat nasty German before his laughed and got up, “I don’t think so young man. We aren’t done here.” Dorian growled deep and stood up as well, “Yes we are. There is nothing more I am required to do for you. Please pay your money and head down to the woman’s hall. You can finish your deed down there.” He grabbed his shirt and moved to put it on but stopped when the man took hold of his arm and yanked him back toward him, “I don’t think so you little whore…I am paying for you…I will have what I wish.” He shoved the smaller man forward, Dorian falling forward onto the cheap hotel room bed. This wasn’t exactly new to him, but it infuriated him like it was the first time.
“NO!” he shoved up and into the German, struggling against him even as the man yanked away his pants and pressed his hot, sweaty body against his now bare flesh, “NO! GET OFF ME!” he gripped the sheets and yanked them toward him with a roar. The German’s stiff member pressed against him, forcing his way in with quick hard thrusts. Dorian screamed, pushing still, but the man took hold of his hands and forced him down, face tight against the ruffled sheets. The pain was intense, the sensation of liquid rolling down the inside of his thighs as the German raped him. There was no doubt in Dorian’s mind that it was blood…
“This is what I wanted, whore! Why would I walk down to the breeding hall to fuck a willing girl when I can get off forcing you…a man…” he laughed, panting, sweat rolling off his hairy chest to land in splashes on Dorian’s scar ridden back, “You are so tight…” he kept thrusting, getting harder and harder, closer to climax.
“Hitler will not approve of this when he finds out! He will have you killed!” Dorian cried as the fat man laughed, “I don’t care! I never agreed with his lies! My family is already dead!” he lay his body against Dorian’s sinking him into the mattress with his weight, moaning loud and into him, thrusting his hips over and over in a slower motion as he came inside the younger man. Dorian didn’t even struggle anymore, his anger and shame over powering the intense desire to throw up all over the bed. The German had won…there was no more reason for fight now…
Money was slapped down next to his head, “Danke Kinder…” he bent, yanking Dorian’s head back, forcing his lips to his, slippery tongue in his mouth, making him gag hard. German moved away with a slap to his face, “Have a nice evening…” and he left.
Secret Code: The Clocks March on Forever
Name: Dorian McCalster
Date of Birth: June 26th
Place of Birth: Berlin, German
Age: 21 years
Profession: He has no profession except that of a whore and thief.
Appearance: Will Add soon.
Personality: Dorian is rather wounded and dark, he trusts absolutely no souls and hates the company of anyone who isn’t paying him for his services. He has deep scars that run like a map through his heart…matching the scars on his body…he has done every twisted sexual thing you can think of, often against his will and to extremes that most human beings would die suffering.
Blood Type: Unknown. Even with all the transfusions he has needed…
Race/Special: Human
History: Dorian’s past was mostly normal and easy. His parents raised his as best they could and taught him the good in the world. When Hitler began his rise to power, his whole world was destroyed and replaced with terror and agony. He was taken from his family and forced into the sex trade simply because he was the ideal Aryan. With his blue eyes and blonde hair he was exactly what Hitler was looking for. With the German’s win in the war he was sent to America to help spread Hitler’s seeds of Aryan superiority.
~Family~
Parents: Robert and Ella McCalster (d.)
Sibling: None
Children: Unknown
Sample Post: “That will be three hundred…” he put out his hand, cum still sticky on his hands from pleasuring the man before him. He frowned when the fat nasty German before his laughed and got up, “I don’t think so young man. We aren’t done here.” Dorian growled deep and stood up as well, “Yes we are. There is nothing more I am required to do for you. Please pay your money and head down to the woman’s hall. You can finish your deed down there.” He grabbed his shirt and moved to put it on but stopped when the man took hold of his arm and yanked him back toward him, “I don’t think so you little whore…I am paying for you…I will have what I wish.” He shoved the smaller man forward, Dorian falling forward onto the cheap hotel room bed. This wasn’t exactly new to him, but it infuriated him like it was the first time.
“NO!” he shoved up and into the German, struggling against him even as the man yanked away his pants and pressed his hot, sweaty body against his now bare flesh, “NO! GET OFF ME!” he gripped the sheets and yanked them toward him with a roar. The German’s stiff member pressed against him, forcing his way in with quick hard thrusts. Dorian screamed, pushing still, but the man took hold of his hands and forced him down, face tight against the ruffled sheets. The pain was intense, the sensation of liquid rolling down the inside of his thighs as the German raped him. There was no doubt in Dorian’s mind that it was blood…
“This is what I wanted, whore! Why would I walk down to the breeding hall to fuck a willing girl when I can get off forcing you…a man…” he laughed, panting, sweat rolling off his hairy chest to land in splashes on Dorian’s scar ridden back, “You are so tight…” he kept thrusting, getting harder and harder, closer to climax.
“Hitler will not approve of this when he finds out! He will have you killed!” Dorian cried as the fat man laughed, “I don’t care! I never agreed with his lies! My family is already dead!” he lay his body against Dorian’s sinking him into the mattress with his weight, moaning loud and into him, thrusting his hips over and over in a slower motion as he came inside the younger man. Dorian didn’t even struggle anymore, his anger and shame over powering the intense desire to throw up all over the bed. The German had won…there was no more reason for fight now…
Money was slapped down next to his head, “Danke Kinder…” he bent, yanking Dorian’s head back, forcing his lips to his, slippery tongue in his mouth, making him gag hard. German moved away with a slap to his face, “Have a nice evening…” and he left.
