Slave Training (Closed for Msamative)

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"Damn it all..."

Devon cursed aloud as he paced around the circular room he had been brought to, or rather, forced into.

"Stupid bastards."

It had been his parents' fault, all their fault. They hadn't wanted a kid, yet they had kept him anyway. Devon's parents hadn't exactly been abusive, but they were far from what you would call affectionate. They had always done exactly as little as they could legally get away with, while being able to do their own thing. It had been like that up until his eighteenth birthday. Then, everything changed.

His eighteenth birthday had only been a week ago, yet here he was. They had offered to let him drink with them, in the privacy of their own home. In truth he should have suspected something then, should have known something was up. The night had started innocently enough, just a few beers, but then they started to bring out the liquor . At that point, he had lost most of his inhibitions, so he didn't give a second thought to his actions as he took shot after shot. He had passed out in the end...but not before he made the biggest mistake of his short life. While he was drunk, his parents had asked him to sign something, and he had done it, not knowing what it was. How could he possibly have known that he was signing his life away.

Even now, he hadn't been allowed to reread the print on the contract he had signed. All he knew, was that he had been old enough to do it, and had then unknowingly done it.

Devon was still pacing circles around the small room when he heard the lock on the door open. He turned to it as it opened, watching a woman enter.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.
 
Day One

Ava sat casually in the chair facing the large one way mirror in the small viewing room which faced each room. It had been a long afternoon, shuffling between meeting place and meeting place each with seemingly endless lines of men and women for purchase. Ava had no real interest in any of them, each time hoping to find something special. She had grown tired of the eager new bottoms, and the tired, worn and often uninspired masses that greeted her at most sales or auctions. She had made this her life's work, but slowly a passion had become something else...

Devon had come across her path in a somewhat unique way. She was used to her business contacts offering her a potential slave that was not listed on the roster for the sale - but a purchase sight unseen? Sounded exactly what she was looking for.

When Ava first entered the room Devon was still unconscious, and without a baseline of behavior she sat down to wait. She kept a small staff - easier to trust and easier to manage as she was self sufficient. Her assistant Mark would wait, likely happy for another moment to bury his attention in something else. After all, this might be his last quiet moment for a while. It did not take long for Devon to wake, and only moments for him to begin to pace and become increasingly agitated.

"Now is as good of a time as ever." Ava said quietly to herself as she rose from the chair and exited the room out into the hall. She let Mark open the door, watching to see if Devon would try to make a quick escape. She was surprised to see him turn slowly towards her as she entered but his words made it clear how he felt.

"My name is Ava, you may call me Mistress - since as of an hour ago, I own you. Since I know you signed the detailed documents permitting this it should need no explanation."

Ava walked several steps closer to Devon before stopping. "Shall you come with me willingly today, or will assistance be required?"
 
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Despite the fact that the woman's words only served to make Devon more angry, his gaze was drawn to the man she'd entered with. Even worse than her words though, was the tone in which she spoke them. She said it with a calm and casual tone of voice, leaving no room for him to question what she was saying, but rather likely expecting him to take her words as fact.

"Well Ava..." Devon started, taking great care to accent her name as he spoke it. "My name is Devon. You don't own me, and I have no idea what the hell you are talking about."

As he spoke, Devon defiantly stood his ground, meeting the woman's gaze with his own. Despite his words though, he was ever-aware of the man that was beside her, and it was that man, not Ava, that kept him from trying to make a break for it. With no other options available to him though, there was only one thing to do, and that was to plead his case to these two. They were after all the first people he had seen since he'd woken up in this room. He just hoped that he could talk some sense into them, and hopefully get them to let him go.
 
Ava watched Devon's rebuttal with great interest. "This one has spirit, perhaps we can redirect that with passion... yes this was exactly what she was hoping for" Ava thought to herself.

Ava took another step forward before speaking.

"Actually, I believe it may be you who fails to understand Devon. While you clearly do not like your predicament and I do not know the details around it you have signed and initialed your life away - as property to another. That property - you has been transferred to me. Until I decide otherwise you are mine to do what I wish with."

Ava took another slow step forward before speaking again. "You will come with me, and you will do what I wish. How hard or difficult this becomes or how painful or torturous is up to you." Ava chuckled softly and continued "after all... I could be much worse, perhaps you are lucky even."
 
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Ava's first step forward made Devon's fingers twitch and curl up a little. Her words caused his fists to clench of their own accord. The second step she took actually forced a reaction from him, though likely not one she expected. Rather than step back or move to run, Devon stepped forward towards her. His fists were still clenched at his sides, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip, part of which was caused by the amount of effort it took for him to not try and slap some sense into her.

"Or..." Devon said after trying to stare a hole through Ava with his piercing blue gaze. "You could acknowledge the fact that I am not, nor will I ever be yours. I would never willingly sign any such paper, especially if it means handing myself over to a pompous bitch like you."

As he spoke, Devon took another step forward, putting him face to face with Ava, well as face to face as one could get when she was at least six inches shorter than he was.

"That being said, you pompous bitch, do whatever it is you're going to do, because I will never be yours, never." Devon was not stupid enough to think that his words wouldn't warrant some sort of response, but he was not the type of person to just give up when he was backed into a corner. No, if she sent that big guy after him, he was going to fight for all he was worth, even if he lost!
 
Ava fought the smile coming to her lips as Devon stalked towards her, noting the fists clenching as he came closer.

"I am sorry if you believe that you entered this situation unwillingly. But sadly, you are and we can discuss those details elsewhere." Ava said softly with a hint of soft sadness as she watched Devon stare daggers at her.

She contemplated quickly the likelihood of this, but truth or lie - it was it was. Ava quietly twisted and slid the sleek shiny steel cuffs from her wrists, cleverly designed to look like sleek bracelets to the unknown world.

Devon was so distracted by his display of contempt that he barely noticed her well practiced motions. Before he could notice, Ava had both cuffs locked around his wrists. She waited, counting the mere seconds before he realized his predicament. It only took her a moment, his moment of realization to throw him off balance...

Ava knew this motion well, and she was used to men overestimating and expecting the petite brunette to be delicate and needing Marks protection. Sometimes that was exactly how she wanted it. Ava used his own weight and motion to swing him around and locking the cuffs together with their built in cable - insuring his hands were well behind his back before he could even fathom it.

She stepped back quickly - knowing that he could respond in a number of ways. As she nodded softly to Mark she could not hide the amusement in her voice "Shall we go?"
 
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Devon's attention was so completely focused on Ava's eyes, that he didn't even see her hands move, or even notice what she was doing until the steel cuffs were around his wrists. Even then, it took him a moment to actually realize what they were, and what she was likely going to try to do.

It wasn't until Devon realized what Ava was going to do that he did something he wasn't normally prone to doing, swinging his clenched fist at a woman. Even that proved to be a mistake though, and one that Devon once again didn't realize until it was too late. He was a helpless observer as Ava sidestepped the jab that was aimed at her jaw. One of her hands caught his wrist and bent it backwards behind him. He tried to swing his other elbow back at her, but once again, she seemed to be one step ahead of him. His strike once again missed, and almost before he knew it, she'd grabbed that wrist as well, and pulled it behind him.

Devon barely had time to think before he felt a pull on one of his wrists. He pulled against it, but realized that his hands were being held together by something that was attached to each of the cuffs she'd slipped around his wrists.

As Ava backed away from him, Devon wheeled on her, knowing full well that he couldn't defend himself in this position if he wanted to. He still wasn't going down with some sort of resistance, even if it was more of a token effort at this point.

"You will pay for this you fucking bitch!" Devon shouted at Ava, practically spitting the words out at her. "I swear to god I will make you pay!"
 
As Mark her assistant walked past her to lead Devon out the door she turned and walked slowly to the door. She couldn't help but smile wide as she turned over her shoulder and replied "but I have already paid for you now haven't I..."

Ava chatted softly with the owner as Mark loaded Devon into the vehicle. She imagined that Devon would likely give him some trouble but she knew he would be able to handle it. She tried to get some more information as she waited to leave but no one was forthcoming. She only nugget of information revealed was that the original contract gave ownership to a family member. Ava pondered for a moment the legitimacy of his statement.... but in the end did it matter? As Ava neared the car she could see Devon sitting neatly in the back row and Mark quietly sitting in the driver's seat. With all parties silent and accounted for it was just a matter of time before they were home.

The rest of the drive went quietly, and soon they arrived at Ava's large but understated home. As she exited she spoke quickly to Mark, "take him to his room and I will speak with him shortly."

With that, Ava sighed and walked quietly to her private quarters to think.
 
Devon stood practically helpless as the man that had accompanied Ava into the room stepped forward. He knew that he wasn't a match for the man, especially with his arms bound as they were, but there was still some fight left in him. As the man reached for his elbow, Devon tried to shy away from the contact and take a step towards the door. Whether or not the man thought he was trying to escape was irrelevant. It was about the only thing he could do besides just give up and accept what was happening.



The man caught Devon by the arm with his second attempt, and the strong grip with which he squeezed his arm told Devon that he wasn't exactly happy about what he'd just done. Even still though, the man said nothing as he half guided and half pulled Devon towards the door. True to what Devon assumed was the woman's nature, she turned and said something over her shoulder that made Devon attempt to rip his arm free of the man's grasp. The man's grip was like steel though, and struggle as he might, Devon didn't have the leverage, not to mention the strength, to pull himself free.

For all of Devon's effort and struggling, he inevitably found himself sitting in the back of a car while the man moved to take the driver's seat. Ava arrived at the car not too long after they did, but Devon didn't even look at her as she entered the car. He turned his head towards the window and kept facing that direction through the entire car ride.

Even when the car stopped in front of what Devon assumed was Ava's home, Devon didn't look in her direction. Of the words that Ava spoke in parting, the words "his room" actually caught his attention. He'd never even been in a house as large as Ava's, and he was actually a little curious as to what his room would like.

It was his curiosity that kept Devon from trying to fight off the man as he followed Ava's instructions. He also noticed that the man's grip tightened, no doubt because of the fact that they were in Ava's house, and he didn't want to let him escape here of all places.

When Devon saw his room though, he couldn't help but look a little let down. He wasn't sure what exactly he'd expected, but the sight of the blank white walls, white bed sheets and pillow cases, and completely bare floor left a lot to be desired.

"Don't do anything stupid." The man had said as he eased Devon just far enough forward so that he could loose the cord that bound his wrists together.

With little else to do, Devon looked over his room, as well as the adjoining bathroom. He absentmindedly rubbed first one wrist and then the other as he walked, taking in the simple design and decor of the bathroom. It was similar to his bedroom in that respect, as well as having just the bare and basic necessities.

When Devon returned to the bedroom, he was far from surprised to see that the man was not only still in the room, but standing guard beside the door, his steady gaze never straying from him. Devon let out a soft sigh and flicked his hand dismissively at the man and turned his back to him. He walked towards the bed and sat down on it, noting that it was at least relatively soft, albeit simply adorned. With nothing else to do, he just sat and waited for Ava, his mind already trying to think of how he could escape this place, as well as trying to think of where he might go if he were to successfully escape.
 
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Ava lounged on the sofa in her office, conviently off her bedroom as work so often overflowed between the two spaces. Both (much like Ava) were far from presumptuous. While Ava often projected the hard exterior necessary for the job it hid a much softer ununderstanding side which likely helped make her the most sought after trainer on the east coast.

Ava had spent the last two hour combing her contacts, trying to find a way to get what she needed. Now all she had to do was wait.

"Is he telling the truth?" Ava said softy to herself "does that even matter? Perhaps this is just a result of stupidity, or destiny.." she was interrupted by the sound of an incoming fax, the result that her contacts were able to produce. And with that Ava got up slowly and walked down the hall to Devon's new room.

Ava knocked quickly, making Mark aware of her entrance. She hoped the situation she was entering was as quiet as the previous ride. She was slightly relieved to see Devon sitting on the bed, but realized this was likely not going to be a calm conversation.

She spoke as she walked calmly into the room and stopped several feet in front of the bed. "I think it is time to discuss how you arrived here, and what that means for your future and your time here."
 
Devon wasn't exactly sure how long he waited in that room for Ava to show up, but in the end, it was probably for the best. It helped him calm down, because if he'd learned anything so far, it was that anger and aggression were not going to get him out of this situation. No, he needed a calm head. For that reason, he slid back on the bed, letting his back rest against the wall. He closed his eyes and let his breaths come in a slow, steady, and practiced rhythm.

The knock on the door told both Devon and his escort that their wait was over. Ava didn't say a word to the man as she entered, but rather turned her brown gaze directly to him.

Interestingly enough, it wasn't until that exact moment that Devon looked at the Ava, truly looked at her. Her brown shoulder length hair bounced a little as she walked closer to him. She was pretty. Devon had to give her that much at least.

Ava got as close as several feet away from the bed and stopped. Her tone was a little different this time. He couldn't quite place what it was about it though. He could optimistically hope that there was some compassion in her tone, but her words alone told him that that was probably not the case.

Devon let out a slow exhale after Ava spoke, but he made no move towards her. He kept leaning against the wall, simply meeting her gaze as he spoke.

"Before you go any further Ava..." Devon started, letting his words trail off as he paused, studying her for some sort of reaction, be it to his posture, his tone, or even his use of her name. "You do realize that in order for there to be a discussion, both parties get to talk, and both get to listen, right?" Devon let his words hang in the air between them. He made no move towards her, and for the first time, there was no disdain, or even anger in his deep blue eyes.
 
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Ava paused as Devon spoke, tilting her head curiously. She was somewhat surprised at his calmness, wondering if it was genuine or just hiding what hid under the surface.

"Yes Devon I do, and I hope we can use this moment to get on the same page." Ava paused, unconsciously tapping the papers she was holding against her leg. "I know what the documents say. I know that you, as property were transferred to me today. I also know from the papers in my hand that you originally agreed to submit yourself as property to a guardian, someone who I assume was likely family based on the names on those documents..."

Ava sighed before continuing, "but I don't know how you actually got here - to the sale and finally here to my home. Will you tell me? Tell me how you ended up here?"
 
Devon watched Ava as she spoke. His attention was drawn to the way she was tapping the papers she held against her leg, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was in any way out of her comfort zone, and that that was a subconscious action because of it.

Even as he listened to Ava speak, Devon's fists balled up a little at the word "property" and his muscles twitched a little. He closed his eyes before speaking though, taking another slow and deep breath before speaking.

"Truthfully speaking, this is the first time I've heard anything about what you're talking about."

Devon hesitated after his first statement, debating on exactly how much information he wanted to divulge.

"Long story short...my parents aren't exactly eligible for the parent of the year award. They always did as little as legally possible whenever it came to issues dealing with me. You'd think, knowing that, that I would have been suspicious when they offered to let me drink with them on my eighteenth birthday, which was just yesterday. It was just a couple of beers at first, but then they brought out the hard liquor. I vaguely remember them asking me to sign...something, but even now, I have not been allowed to read what that was. All I know is that I passed out shortly after signing it, and when I woke up, I was in the room that you found me in."

Despite the brief hesitation that had come after his first statement, through the entirety of his story, Devon's gaze never left Ava's. He held her gaze while she spoke, hoping to god that she would believe him and help him find a way out of the situation he now found himself in.
 
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Ava listened intently to Devon's story.

"I am sorry to hear of the circumstances. Unfortunately your situation is not unique. Often people are bought or sold - often not understanding what is happening.." Ava paused again, letting out yet another sigh and running her empty hand through her hair searching for the right words.

"... I have a copy of your original contract here." Ava continued, leaning towards Devon and extending the paperwork towards him. As she waited for him to take it she continued.

"I cannot take back what was done to you. These papers bind you to 15 years of service. They also forbid your release before that time is up. While I understand that you may have been hoping to find a way back to your old life I cannot provide that for you. I can however provide you with a new one."

Ava slowly walked towards the opposite end of the bed, and stopped to lean on the poster. "This life may not be what you wanted or expected. You may hate me for who or what I am or for your circumstances... but for where you are today, you are lucky. What happens from here can really depend on you. We can discuss the details now or I can leave you to your thoughts.."
 
Devon's heart leaped with Ava's first statement, but fell with her second one. He heard the sigh she let out, and watched as she ran one of her hands through her hair, a gesture that he was certainly familiar with, and unfortunately, it's meaning.

Though he already knew what Ava was going to say, just from her body language alone, Devon had to listen to it. He'd of course reached out his hand to take the contract that he'd been dying to see. He read along with her as she spoke, sadly taking note of each of her statements, and where they were within the contract.

Even when it was all said and done, Devon didn't move. Hell, he didn't even react to Ava moving to lean on one of the bed posts. All he could do was flick the papers carelessly away and let out a heavy sigh.

"And what kind of a life would that be? I have no idea where I was, where in the hell we are, who you are, or even what you are. I don't even know what that means...service...service doing what?

Devon wasn't really expecting an answer to any of his questions. He was really just venting. It was times like these that made him wish he were at the gym with a punching bag, or alone in an endless pool, pushing himself to the brink of exhaustion so he could pass out and forget about all of this...for at least a while.
 
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"Mind if I sit? Let me tell you more about what I do." Ava said, pausing to see if Devon would protest before she settles at the opposite of the bed.

"I work with submissives and slaves. Some are brought to me, some come wanting experience but many others are purchased, in a similar fashion that I purchased you in. Granted most of them enter willingly into service, but occasionally they find themselves there for other reasons."

Ava turned on the bed, so she was facing Devon's side and could more easily see his face before continuing. "Some of them learn skills or trades, function as more of a servant with defined roles. Others main purpose serve as a means for sexual pleasure. For some that includes causing pain, complete submission of everything you are. At its worst... some see slaves like you as pieces of meat to do and treat however they wish."

Ava tried to seek Devon's eyes and read below the surface before continuing. "I cannot release you, but I can give you another life. I can allow you more of a choice than some might have, and you may find you like it more than you anticipate."

Ava stood slowly to exit. "I will give you some time to think, unless you would like to discuss something further?"
 
Devon's response to Ava's question was nothing more than a wave of his upturned hand, effectively inviting her to sit without saying a word, or even looking at her for that matter. For his gaze was more or less focused on the part of the bed that was between and just in front of his feet. His eyes were glazed over as he heard her speak, though barely comprehending what she was saying.

It was soon clear that Devon had at least been listening to what Ava had been saying, if only because he simply shook his head and moved to get off on the opposite side of the bed that she was standing up from.

"And what would there even be to discuss at this point?" Devon asked, both rhetorically and bleakly as he walked past her, into the bathroom, and closed the door. He looked briefly for a way to lock the door, but upon not finding one, he just shrugged and moved to turn on the shower.

As Devon undressed, he looked around the bathroom once more. It was normal for the most part but for the lack of any sort of shower curtain. The shower stall area was wide enough to make sure that no water would escape out onto the floor of the rest of the bathroom. He just shrugged at it though, not even caring about it at this point. He had enough on his mind already. That was for sure.

Once he was ready, he turned on the water, adjusted the temp0erature just so, and gladly stepped into the steaming spray. He didn't worry about anything else just then. He just leaned forward, put his hands on the wall, and let the hot water pound on his shoulders and back. He was lost in his own head, but planned to linger in the shower for a good while. It was about the only place he could get some privacy and time to think.
 
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Ava watched Devon leave the room in silence. The conversation went about as well as she thought it could. It was obvious to her that there was no need to push any of this further for the moment.

"This is enough for today Mark. Leave a tray in the room for him when he returns from the bathroom and lock the door for tonight. I will call if I need you before the morning."

Ava turned and walked slowly out of the room, looking forward to a cup of tea and planning for the morning.

"This one will be a struggle.." she said to herself. "I may have gotten more than I bargained for..."
 
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When Devon finally pulled himself out of the shower, after what literally felt like an hour, he returned to the main room. He was surprised to see that there was a small tray table sitting next to his bed There wasn't much on the tray, just a sandwich and an apple, but as he looked at it, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything all day.

With everything else temporarily forgotten, even the prospect of trying to leave and seeing if the door was locked, he sat himself down and picked up the sandwich. Normally he took his time while eating, savoring each bite, and often talking with whomever he was with, but being alone, famished, and a little dehydrated, he finished the entirety of the sandwich without ever putting it down once. He washed it down with the glass of water that was also on the tray, and finished with the apple.

Though he was loathed to sleep in the shorts he'd been wearing all day, Devon wasn't about to sleep naked in Ava's house. So he pulled his socks and shirt off once more, and laid back on the bed.

One might have thought that it would be hard for Devon to fall asleep in such strange circumstances and an unfamiliar place, but truth be told, the ordeals of the day had left him utterly exhausted. He barely had the comforter and top sheet pulled over himself before he passed out.
 
Ava watched Devon from the comfort of her bed for most of the evening on the small mounted TV in her room. She had several small concealed cameras within the ceiling. Nothing overly fancy but just enough to see what was going on or if someone needed to interfere. She was pleased to see he was able to eat and seemingly sleep quite easily. After watching Devon fall asleep Ava followed shortly after.

Ava woke the next morning excited to see what the day would hold. She showered and dressed quickly in her normal fashion, donning a simple sleeveless dress that feel just below the knee and clung in all the right places. Ava walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and Mark for their usual morning meeting.

They watched Devon wake on the TV in the room and discussed options. In the end Ava decided to offer a bit of an olive branch..

"Mark, put a simple tray together with some toast, eggs and some juice. Give him a chance to eat and then ask him if he has had a chance to consider his choices. If he seems willing you can bring him directly to me in the bedroom. Otherwise let him enjoy his morning alone while I consider how to proceed."

With this Ava left the kitchen, taking her coffee and retreating to the sofa in her bedroom. "In the warmth of the morning sun... we shall see what opportunities rise" she thought to herself.
 
How long he slept, even Devon didn't know. Even when he did wake up though, he kept his eyes closed, letting his mind wake up before he dared to open them. He hoped that it had all been an extravagant dream, and that he would wake up in his own bedroom. When he opened his eyes though, he was certainly not surprised to find that he was in fact where he remembered falling asleep. He found it curious that he'd been left in relative peace, but was certainly not going to count any chickens before they hatched.

With a soft sigh, Devon pushed the blankets back and slipped out of the bed. He headed straight for the bathroom once more, though this time, when he took a much shorter shower than the one he'd taken the previous night.

Despite the shortness of his shower though, when Devon stepped out of the bathroom with just his shorts on, the man that had been with Ava last night was standing at the door. He didn't say anything at first, but rather just pointed towards the tray that sat on the table beside his bed. It was small, like the one from last night, but the low rumbling from his stomach told him that it was something he wouldn't turn down.

The man remained by the door, simply watching Devon as he ate and drank. He took his time with this meal, partly because he was trying to stall what he expected was coming after it. When he was done though, the man took a small step forward and spoke.

"There are fresh clothes in the dresser."
The man started, gesturing to the dresser, white like the walls, in the corner of the room. "I'm sure there is something in there that is your size."

Devin rose from his spot on the bed, easing the table away from it as he did so. As he headed towards said dresser, the man spoke up once more.

"Also, The Lady of the House wonders if you've had sufficient time to consider your choices. You may have more time if you wish."

Devon had just reached the dresser when the man finished speaking. He let both of his hands rest on top of it and let his head sag down. "As if I could think of anything else..." Devon started, shaking his head before finally lifting it and meeting the man's gaze. "I don't suppose there's a pool, or a track, hell, even a treadmill or something around is there? I think I need to blow off some steam before I even try and make a decision about...that."

Though he knew how that sounded, Devon was trying to be as honest and forthcoming as he could. He knew well enough that hostility and lying weren't going to get him anywhere, not with Ava.
 
Day Two

Ava was not surprised when Mark entered her room alone. She had not quite expected for Devon to make a request. She was intrigued when Mark told her he wanted use of the pool.

"He may use the pool Mark, but bring him back to the room when he is done. I think we can give him until the evening to contemplate. Bring him to me sooner if he decides he is ready to discuss" Ava replied. Mark turned swiftly walking back down towards the hall and out of her eyesight.

Ava couldn't help but wonder if the young man was really considering his situation or trying to delay the inevitable. "Would he decide to make things as difficult as possible not realizing what that could mean for him? Was he really considering the situation and how he could make the best of it?" Ava thought out loud. "Will the rest of his life be boring beyond compare, more pleasurable than most could imagine or a hell that would never end..."

Ava's bedroom and office took up the back of the house, the yard and pool area in complete view through the large windows that spanned almost the entire bedroom. Ava could clearly see Devon make his way to the pool, leaving her to wonder how oblivious he might be to her presence.

After closing the book and resting it on the side table Ava stopped to watch. " I guess now is as good of a time as ever to get a better look at exactly what I have bought, and what exactly is he wearing over there?" she thought.
 
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Devon knew it was bold of him to make such a request, but even as the man left to ask Ava, he didn't bolt for the door.

He did head towards the window, or what he thought was a window at first glance. Upon inspection though, he noticed that there was no way to open it...from either side. It was still transparent though, and after looking out of it, he could see that "it" rested on it's own ledge and was between two protrusions that had likely been added to the exterior of the house so as to accommodate this...glass cube maybe? Devon simply shook his head at the thought of it.

The sound of the door opening once more brought his attention back to it, and the man entering it.

"The Lady of the House has agreed to let you use her pool. I wouldn't recommend doing anything stupid though, or such generosity will likely become rare."

Devon nodded at the man's words ad headed towards the door to follow him, stopping briefly at the dresser to take out a pair of shorts that he hoped would fit him, as well as a t-shirt. He followed the man through the house, his gaze wandering to and fro in an attempt to learn and remember how to navigate the large house,

As the pair exited the house, Devon's gaze once again slid first to the left, and then to the right, examining the property now that there was enough light for him to do so. He never stopped following the man though, lest he think he was trying to escape.

When the pool came into view, Devon was glad to see that it was an Olympic-sized pool. It would make the laps he was about to do easier, because he wasn't going to have to get used to the length of the pool in the middle of them.

Devon headed first towards one of the lounge chairs that rested beside the large pool and dropped off the spare clothes he'd brought with him. He then also stripped off his shoes and socks, leaving him clad in just his boxers. They were less than ideal for the task he was about to use them for, but he didn't think Ava wanted him swimming naked in her pool.

He then stepped to the side of the pool and dipped his toes into the water, smiling at the warm temperature that he found. After stepping back a bit, he stretched both his arms and legs a little, in addition to hooping up and down a bit, getting the blood flowing where and how he wanted it.

Once he was finally ready, Devon moved to the end of the pool and shook his arms once more before stepping up to the side, bending his body in the practiced motion that he was used to. He waited there for several seconds, almost as though he was expecting something to sound and tell him when to start. When he did leap though, it was a near-perfect dive whose momentum carried him on his way. He dolphin-kicked until he needed to take a breath and surfaced. His breast stroke was similar to his dive, in that it's form was nearly perfect.

Devon knew better than anybody that his form was off, and even as he finished that first lap, he cursed at himself. He braced both arms on the side of the pool and pulled himself up onto the side with strength of arm alone. He shook his head, then let it sink into a bow as he shook it. He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, focusing everything on that simply rhythm until nothing else around him mattered. He then slipped into the pool once more. He kept his breathing slow and steady as he held on with one hand and braced his feet against the wall.

When Devon kicked off the wall this time, his form was spot on, and he knew it. His mind and body were synced into that rhythm, and he let that rhythm flow, abandoning himself to it. This time though, when Devon reached the end of the pool, rather than stop, he did a flip-turn, and continued. Time and again, Devon got to the edge of the pool, flip-turned, and doubled back. He lost count of how many times he did it, and he didn't care. Here and now, it was simply about the rhythm and how it helped him relax.

When he was finally ready, Devon headed towards the stairs and stepped out of the pool. His breaths came in sharp pants as he headed towards the lounge chair. He pulled the towel off of it and toweled himself off while he walked, letting his body cool down from the workout he'd put it through. After a single lap around the pool, he headed back towards the chair, and slipped his boxers off. He finished toweling himself off before pulling on the t-shirt and shorts he'd pulled from the dresser.

When at last he was done and ready, Devon picked up everything he'd brought with him and headed back towards where the man was standing, watching and waiting for him. "I think I'm ready to see her now..." Devon said a bit timidly to the man. Deep down, he wanted to wait, wait as long as possible, and then longer still. In the end though, he knew that it was probably better to get this over with, and now was probably as good a time as any. At least, that's what he told himself as he fell into step behind the man, carrying the towel, which he'd wrapped into a ball around his other clothes and shoes.
 
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Ava watched Devon curiously as he made his way through the patio. She wasn't sure what he was up to asking about a pool.

"Did he think he could escape" she said softly to herself, "now that would be fun to see. Mark does like a chase occasionally."

Ava thought back to the simple furnishings in the room she had been allowing Devon to use. It lacked in clothing - they rarely need much if anything most of the time. Did he plan to lounge in those short or swim in them? Was there anything close to swimwear in that room anyway?

Ava was slightly taken aback as she watched Devon dive into the water. "I suppose he does have some grace in him" she thought "and from that form a little bit of athleticism as well. He is pretty good on the eyes as well, should make him an easy sale at some point." As she watched Devon do laps she couldn't help but wonder how much of that would come in handy for him. Time slipped by as she was lost in thought and before she realized he was exiting the pool and speaking with Mark.

Ava watched the two retreat inside, turning slightly towards the door - curious which location Devon would choose. She was pleasantly surprised to see them come slowly down her hallway and she nodded to Mark to continue in.
 
Though his breathing had slowed down to it's normal pace on his cool down walk around the pool, Devon's heart was still racing, not from the exercise though, but from an anticipation of sorts. He had no idea what to expect when he met Ava again, or even what he really hoped to accomplish in the conversation that would ensue.

Devon could see Ava as they walked down the hall, and he saw the nod that she presumably gave to his escort, letting him know that it was okay for the two of them to proceed. He swallowed hard when they crossed the threshold into what he quickly discovered was her bedroom. His mind immediately flashed back to what she'd said that previous night, something about being a means for sexual pleasure...He was still generally clueless on most of the other stuff she'd talked about though...

When the pair of them stopped walking, and neither of the other two of them said a word, Devon felt incredibly uncomfortable. He knew that Ava was likely expecting him to start the conversation, but where could he possibly start?

"Ahem..." Devon started at last. "Um...I was thinking about what you said earlier...and sadly...the things you describe...they just aren't me."

Where he'd met Ava's gaze in their previous encounters when he'd spoken out against what she wanted, this time Devon's eyes were focused on the floor.

"I've been independent for as long as I can remember. I had to learn at a young age who I was, what I wanted, and how to get it, and the things you describe...I just...don't think I could give myself to another person so completely."

Despite his words, Devon did not retreat from the room, but neither did he lift his gaze. He hated how he was feeling right now, so lost and uncertain...
 
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