| Chace Crawford and Mark Callaway - Clean-up Aisle Nine!
||[Aug. 16th, 2009|09:19 pm]
[Backdated to August 9th]
[Comments screened and welcomed]
WARNINGS: Beastiality, sensory deprivation, con non-con, public play, vomit (non-sexual), cages, mention of unusually shaped dildos, blowjob, mild breathplay
Mark sees that the dogs have been fed and watered before locking the back door and grabbing his keys. "Boy!"
Coming in from his bedroom, Chace blinks as he hears the tone in Mark's voice then, stepping closer, pauses. "Yes Master? Is there something you need?" Please let it be and not be something I've done!
"Come on. We're going to the store and buy you your belt before we leave. Might get something else depending on if see anything else I like." Mark goes to his bedroom for his wallet. "Had an idea for which one wanted to get you, have to see it again to be sure."
"Belt? Uhm, Master, 'm not wearing pants around the house, why do I need a belt?" As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Chace realizes exactly what type of belt Mark means. "I need my clothes, Master."
Mark comes back out of his room at the boy's words, an eyebrow raised til he sees the boy finally has the idea. "You won't need them. Grab a towel to sit on and get in the truck. I'll call down and let them know we're coming."
A towel?! They're going somewhere that Chace isn't going to need clothing? Why does he know that the concept of that doesn't bode well for him at all. "Yes Master," he says as he makes his way to the linen closet, grabs a large towel then slings it around his hips, tucking it in. "This place is okay with my being naked?"
Mark chuckles. "Boy, you really think I'm going to get your ass arrested and sent naked to jail? Why would I inconvenience myself in that way?" He picks up the phone. "Now go get in the truck. And I said to sit on, not wrap around you."
"Oh, no Master, I didn't mean it that way, I..." He looks down at the towel around his hips then pulls it free and slips it over his arm before nodding to Mark. "Yes Master, sorry." Chace does his damn best to keep his legs from shaking as he walks, wondering what this day's going to hold for him. Placing the towel on the seat, Chace crawls in the truck and waits.
"Okay, should be there in a bit." Mark hangs up, not even trying to keep the smile off his face. They can fit the boy in for a fitting and most likely have the right sizes there. They should be able to walk out of there with the belt. Whistling, he locks the front door and gets in the truck. Turning it on, he blasts the radio with the windows down as he tears down the road.
When they enter the city, Mark rolls the windows up. The limo tint is illegal of course, but it helps to have fans on the police force. Heading off the main street, he pulls into a more industrial section of town. Soon he comes to what looks like an underground parking garage. Pulling up to a dark tinted glass door, he turns the truck off. "Here we are."
It's clear as they drive that Mark doesn't want, or expect, conversation from Chace and so he sits there, nervous as hell with the wind whipping around him, and his very in-the-air cock. It's a strange feeling riding naked, but he imagines, or at least hopes, he'll get used to it at some point. When they pull up to what Chace determines to be the type of place people enter and are turned into soup somewhere, his nervousness only grows. "Where's here exactly, Master?"
"The store. Come on. Don't worry, there's a rug next to your door, you won't be tracking dirt into the store." Mark gets out and walks around the truck, locking the truck as soon as the boy's out. Not bothering to look behind him, he walks into the store.
The store is laid out like someone's personal dungeon. Displays on the walls are laid out according to fetish and toy type: rope, leather, steel. The music is bass heavy, seeming to pound inside you. A red light shines over the entrance, but small spotlights shine over the merchandise. People are seen entering and leaving a row of rooms, presumably to test drive the equipment. It's easy to tell the subs here, none of them are clothed, while thedoms are in a wide array of costumes, gear and street clothes.
The moment they enter the building Chace's knees begin to shake as he suddenly sees himself as the centerpiece of a large dining table, a nice shiny apple stuck firmly in his mouth. In one thought he wants to draw in nearer to Mark in the next he's trying to find a place that, in a moment's notice, can be hidden in.
Blue eyes suddenly widen as he realizes he's not the only one naked and he notices the displays everywhere. Oh my fucking god. Even as a Citadel boy, there are things in this place that seriously make his blood freeze. His breath stops as he sees a display of razor whips, the whimper that leaves him getting lost in the drum of the music.
Mark walks through the store, nodding to people here and there. He catches the eye of the owner, letting him know they're there as he waits on another customer. As he waits, he looks at a nearby display.
From the corner of his eyes he sees someone start to circle the boy. He's heard about this one before, but he never had a boy before that he had to worry about. His hand clenches at his side as he waits to see what will happen.
The dom glances at Mark as he moves closer to the boy. No collar. Nothing but cuffs. His lips form a thin smile as he takes another step. This one has a look about him that is pleasing. His tongue darts out. "Come here, boy."
He knew it, he just knew it. He's the fresh piece of chum in a pool of sharks and the 'new' smell on him draws looks and murmurs and comments that Chace doesn't know how to handle. At Citadel, he could comment back, but something tells him that here wouldn't be the best place to get cocky.
Turning as he sees a man coming to circle him, Chace glances around, immediately looking for Mark as his heart races in his chest. He feels like a kid lost in a store and needing to call out for their parent. His hands go to cover his cock when the man nears him and his eyes widen. This is something Mark didn't tell him how to handle. "Please, no," he whispers, the sound not even carrying over the top of the music. His own tongue darts out nervously, wetting lips as the man moves closer. "I said come here, boy," comes the growl from the stranger.
Mark's eyes connect with the owner's again, a slight nod passing between them. Whirling around, Mark grabs the other dom and shoves him against the wall. He lifts him off the ground as he leans in. "You've made a big mistake." There's more than a little of Taker in Mark's voice and movements. "Stay boy." With a growl, Mark and the other man are gone into one of the rooms.
"It's okay, son." An older woman comes over to Chace. "He'll be back. I'm Shyla. You don't have anything to worry about. Once your man gets done with him, no one in this place will dream of trying to touch you. You're his new boy, aren't you?"
Chace lets out a yelp much like a puppy that's been kicked as Mark appears from literally out of nowhere to press the stranger against the wall and lift him up. Blue eyes go even wider and his chin drops as he hears more than a hint of the tone his Master had when he put on his ring clothes. The clothes aren't there, but there isn't a chance in hell of Chace moving as the words for him to stay are growled out.
"What!" Chace literally jumps as the woman speaks to him then, catching his breath, nods to her, not trusting his voice at the moment. "I...yes ma'am. Where'd they go? Will I get in trouble for talking to you?" Fuck, need to piss! Trembling like an addict needing a fix, Chace takes a deep breath.
"No, I've known your man for a while. And he knows you're not my type." She smiles. "Just settling matters. He'll be right back."
A series of loud bangs come from the room before the door bursts open and the other dom comes flying out. He lands hard on the ground and doesn't move. A moment later, Mark exits the room and stands in the doorway. His eyes make a slow sweep of the room, looking at each and every dom. Kicking the unconscious man's leg out of his way, he returns to the boy. "Thanks, Shyla. I'll pay for the damages."
She waves it away. "I know you will. John will be ready in a minute." With a smile to Chace, she leaves.
"You all right, boy?"
My man? Is that what Mark is to him? "Thank you," he says with a shaky reply to Shyla, more than glad that at least someone in there doesn't seem to be looking at him like a big old juicy worm on a hook. "I don't under...holy fuck!" Chace slams his hand over his mouth as his knees very nearly give out when a body comes flying through the air. Son of bitch! If the body - a fucking body! - wasn't enough, there in the doorway stands his Master looking like he could tear the place apart.
Looking up as Mark returns to him, Chace can feel the trembling inside him from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. "Uh huh. I...think so, M...Mas...Master." One more loud noise, I piss myself and embarrass us both!
"Mark, why don't you take your boy into the back room and give him a second? Give me a chance to clean up the mess?"
Mark looks back at the body on the floor and nods. "Thanks, John. This way, boy." He leads the boy back behind the counter and into a good sized room. He closes the door and falls onto the couch.
A body! A fucking body! Chace stares down, nodding to the other man's words; giving the boy a chance sounds great, yes, that's a plan Chace can agree on. He follows Mark soundlessly, eyes still glancing back at the man that flew through the air like he wasn't any more than a rag doll.
"Ow, fuck!" he mumbles out as he hits the counter, corrects his line of walking and follows Mark into the back room. Not sure what to do once they're behind the closed door, Chace simply stands there, in the middle of the room, with his hands clasped in front of him, fingers working madly at each other.
"Calm down, boy. There's going to be no trouble outta that one. He's been warned before. And he knows he got off lucky. John will make him see the light. Don't worry."
"Calm down, yes Master, 'm trying." Chace takes a deep breath then moves closer to Mark and kneels down, hands still trembling. "Thank you for stopping him out there," he says softly, glad for the quiet of the room compared to the music in the main area.
A low growl comes again. "No one touches what's mine." His eyes go cold for a second as his hand reaches out to lay claim to his boy. "Especially not that."
He can feel his pounding heart slowly calming as Mark reaches out toward him. He's not sure what 'that' Mark means, but whatever it is, he's awfully glad the man out there didn't get to fulfill what the look in his eyes said he was thinking. "Thank you again, Master. Can I come up, please?"
Mark looks down at his boy. "You didn't really think anything was going to happen, did you?" He leans closer. "Only things going to happen to you are what I do to you."
Chace's chin trembles and he hates the fact he's already this reliant on the man in front of him. "I didn't see you, Master, and didn't know what to say to him when he came close." He takes another deep breath then blows it out slowly. "I'm glad you came."
"Yeah, I should have thought about that." He cups his boy's chin. "Next someone comes up to you and you don't know them and haven't seen me talking to them, you just yell out for me. No matter where we are. I'll get something to show you're mine andthat'll help. Okay?"
His eyes close for a moment as Mark takes his chin and he finds himself grinning slightly at the idea of standing somewhere and yelling for his Master. "I'll remember that, Master. Thank you." His eyes widen slightly as he looks up. "Something to show I'm...I'd like that. Yes, thank you." Chace knows in the BDSM community, a sign of ownership means everything.
John opens the door and sticks his head in. "Sorry about that, Mark. Everything's okay out here. I'm ready to measure him when you are."
"Okay, thanks." Mark looks back down at his boy. "Time to go out there and get your belt." He drops a quick kiss on his boy's forehead as he stands. "Let's go." Returning to the main room, he heads over to where the chastity belts are. "Stand right there. Won't be long."
John pulls a measuring tape out of a drawer and walks over to Chace. "Just relax. Open your legs just a little." He measures Chace around the waist, each thigh and his cock. "I should have everything here. Give me a second."
Mark nods as John leaves. "I was going to buy you one for the hotels and one for home. But I thought it over, decided on just this one. He already knows what I want, just needed to get your size."
Chace has been fitted for a lot of things in his life - suits, shoes, etc. - but never has he ever been measured for a chastity belt. Following behind Mark like a little puppy, Chace takes the spot motioned to then watches, spreading his legs as instructed, the blush going from his forehead to his chest as the man slides the tape measure between his legs.
"Just one, Master?" he asks as the other man leaves. "He took a lot of different measurements. Why so many?" Most of the chastity devices Chace has seen have simply fit over the cock and around the balls, there really isn't any need for measurement unless you're built like a horse.
"This isn't the kind you wore at Citadel, boy. This one is going to be on longer. Only John and I are going to have the keys. You're going to be doing almost everything in this belt, so it has to fit perfect or it'll hurt like hell."
Chace looks at Mark for a moment as if the man's suddenly sprouted a second head. He remembers Mark saying he'd be in the device for some time, but he really didn't think he meant twenty-four hours a day. "Nearly everything? Like...all the time? Won't that sort of...squish things up, Master? Like when I sit?" His legs come together as he tries to imagine what the belt will look and feel like.
"Not if John does his job right. Which I know he will. It'll take some time but you'll get used to it. And I'll let you out sometimes." Mark chuckles as he leans against the wall.
"Sometimes?" Chace wonders exactly how often in 'sometimes' and wonders if it'll be anything like wearing a thong - he always hated those damn things. "Master, it won't do any good if I say I just won't touch myself, will it?"
"And how are you thinking you have any say in this?"
The heat in Chace's cheeks and chest turns to a raging inferno as he lowers his eyes. "Wasn't thinking, Master. Sorry." It's only when he looks up does he see the man with the tape measure returning, sees what he's carrying and his eyes go wide.
"Here you go. Knew I had the right size. Everything's just how I explained to you. Here's the key and the other one's in the safe." John hands the belt to Mark. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"I will, thanks John." Mark looks the belt over, nodding to himself. "Over here, boy."
Chace goes through a million and one phrases in his head, trying to find the right one that might just get him out of putting the thing on - not a fucking one seems to work, even in his head. Moving toward Mark, Chace begins to fidget. "Master, it looks...uhm, keys? There are keys?" Why wouldn't there be? Oh hell. "It actually locks on? Like, really, really locks on?"
Mark glares at the boy. "At exactly what point did you get stuck on stupid?"
Chace's eyes narrow for a brief moment. "Master, 'm not stuck on stupid, I was jusss..." It's right about now that Chace realizes he might not have been 'stuck on stupid' before, but he just slammed headlong into the 'Oh Fuck What Did I Do?' abyss. Moving as quickly as possible then, he stops in front of Mark.
The grip on the belt tightens, an eyebrow raises. "I think you need reminding what that mouth of yours is best for." Whirling him around, Mark clips the boy's cuffs together, wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. Then he grabs him by his throat and drags him through the store. He drops him onto his stomach and reaches for something out of his line of sight. Kneeling down, he jerks the boy's head up by his hair and shows it to him.
"Wait, please Master, I'm sorry!" Chace knows if they're leaving, his cuffs bound to each other, this must be beyond bad. Chace pleads with Mark as he's drug through the store, knowing the eyes of others are on them. He hits the floor with a thud then, as Mark kneels down and Chace sees the item in his hand, he suddenly wishes his Master had indeed taken him from the store.
It's a mask with an O-ring built into it. There are air holes, but none for the eyes and ears. There are snaps on either side of the mouth hole for an attachment to be added. But what makes it unique is the mask is made to look like the face of a blow-up fuck doll.
Mark takes little care as he puts the mask on the boy. He forces the O-ring in, the metal clicking against the boy's teeth. And he does make sure the coverings for the eyes and ears are on tight as he laces the back up. "It's a shame you can't hear this lock back here being closed. But then a fuck toy doesn't hear anything. Now, who should get the honor of having some fun with you?"
"No! Please!" The words are forced but quiet, not wanting everyone in the place to hear him beg, Chace sees the way the thing is made and a sick feeling fills his stomach at the same time his cock begins to throb between his legs. "Noo, please Masaahh!" The ring sufficiently blocks any further speech as his tongue works against the device with a fury, trying to push it free as his world goes black and silent. Shaking his head then, Chace grabs for Mark, anything familiar in the quiet dark.
Mark hauls the boy up to his feet and drags him to a corner. Making him kneel, Mark grabs some extra clips from a nearby cup and locks his wrists to his ankles. A wood block forces the boy's knees apart. As a last, a collar that hangs chained to the wall is put around his neck.
Looking around, Mark sees a couple of doms he knows he can trust. He waves them over to where John is standing and talks, nodding over to where the boy is. A smile crosses all three of their faces as they go over to him.
The sensations of Mark manhandling his body are terrifying, but it's the sudden nothing that has Chace in a state of fear and arousal like he's never felt before. He can feel the cool air of the shop as it wafts across his exposed ass and cock, he tries to swallow, but knows as the spittle trails down his chin that the act is pointless. The tears come, but the pads inside the mask make certain that his eyes stay closed, the position of his body - the collar and cuffs - make him feel more exposed than ever. Master? Please?
"That boy will learn one way or the other." Mark buys a blank video tape from Shyla and joins the men. Nearby is a camcorder on a tripod. Slapping the tape into it, Mark nods at them as he starts to film.
Hands pinch and smack the boy's skin, fingers press into his ass as nails dig into his cock. The men take turns raping the boy's open mouth, yanking his head forward and forcing the collar to pull against his neck. Then they line up and shoot down his throat with John as the last. As he feels his orgasm coming on, he covers the air holes with his thumb. The boy's struggles add to the sensation and he comes with a yell.
"Aghh!" Chace cries out as the first finger pushes into his ass, the motion hard and rough, but his sounds are nothing more than vague resemblances of pleas for mercy as he's yanked forward, the collar cutting off air as nails rake painfully across his cock. With no sound and no sight, there's no way to tell or predict what will come next. Gagging with each cock in his throat, Chace feels the rumble in his belly as his stomach fills with come, crying silently for Mark to step in. When his air is blocked, Chace's body jerks, thrashing against the binds as the man holds him, cock down his throat and the lack of air making his head swim.
Mark watches as John steps back, the boy gasping for air. The camera still running, he leans down and takes the mask off. With a smile he waits til the boy can focus on him before taking the tape out and handing it to John. "Make sure everyone gets a copy, will ya? And thanks for the help guys."
The moment the mask comes off, Chace coughs and gags, come trailing from the corners of his mouth as his nose runs, a mix of come and snot. Panic-filled blue eyes try to focus as Chace sees the fuzzy image of the man that had measured him and he tries to move away, crawl behind something - anything - and hide. He's not sure who in the store had him and the fact that through it all his cock stayed hard makes him sick to his stomach. He looks up to Mark at the words that the act was recorded then drops his head as much as the collar will allow.
"Well, now. More than one thing learned." Mark crouches down, a hard slap to the boy's cock. "Someone likes being a fuck toy. Really likes it." Another slap. "So that's what you're going to be. A fuck toy. Can't say I don't give a boy what makes him happy. But you're not a boy anymore, now are you? Just a fuck toy." Slap. "Say it."
"AGH!" Chace feels his stomach lurch at the hit to his cock but there's no way to bend forward, no way to turn away as his eyes go back to Mark's face. "Ugnh! Master, please!" There's something between his legs keeping them open as he tries to press them closed; another slap and Chace's eyes clamp shut, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Am Master's fuck toy!"
"That's right. Just a fuck toy. That's all you are til I say different. Now you get to stay here while I go shopping. Have to rethink what I was going to get. I was buying for a boy then." A last slap then he stands up and walks away. "Don't worry, no one's going to touch you. Just look at you and know you fucked up."
Once he's out of eyesight Mark stops and takes a deep breath. "That's the way we're going to take it then." He picks two cages, one just big enough to fit that fuck toy when it's curled up and one that lets it kneel or sit. He wanders the store, grabbing things and laying them on the counter. He's careful to not let the fuck toy see what he's getting for it. John's assistant is already heading out to his place with the cages.
Buying for a boy then? Chace tries to move closer, wants to hide from everyone in the place, but the chains and cuffs and collar prevent much movement at all. "Aghhgod! No, please..." Chace sobs as Mark strikes his cock once more then stands and moves away. "Please don't go," he whispers, fighting against the devices that hold him in place.
There are men and women stroll by, ones that follow on leads or chains, their dominants pointing to him, reminding those that follow to not end up where Chace is. He closes his eyes, humiliation, desire and disgust flooding in on him in waves like he's never experienced. "Please come back for me, Master," he breathes.
Mark gets everything boxed up and loaded onto his truck before coming back for the boy. He picks up the mask, holding it right up to the fuck toy's face. "And this of course, since it fits you so well. But don't worry. I got you the other kind too, let you see and hear. That why you can wear it and hear who's playing with the fuck toy and hear them." His hand clamps onto the fuck toy's chin, forcing its mouth open. "And you think on this on the ride home. You remember what I did to that guy tried to touch you? I did that for a boy. I don't bother with taking care of a fuck toy." He locks the boy back in the mask before taking off the collar. He unhooks the wrists cuffs from the ankle ones, but keeps the fuck toy's legs and arms bound to each other. It's a slow walk across the store, the fuck toy only able to take small steps with no way to keep from falling.
As Mark speaks, Chace feels his chest and throat tighten. He can see the difference in Mark, feel the way the man looks at him now and he wants to scream, beg and plead for the look to return to the way it was. "Master, please," he says as the tears begin again, the grip on his chin almost painful, "please no." The sob that escapes him as his world goes dark once more is muffled by the mask and as he's yanked to his feet, he stumbles, praying Mark catches him as he rights himself, then is lead slowly across the store. It seems to take forever before Chace feels Mark stop, hoping they're at the door to exit the place.
Mark opens the door and leads the fuck toy out to the truck. The bed of the tuck is covered with a tarp, one corner pulled back to show an open space. He grabs the fuck toy and puts it in the bed, knees against its chest and head pointed to the corner. Then he ties down the tarp and drives. He stops at the chain pet store and goes to the collar and leash section. After a moment, he smiles and gets the gaudy fashion collar and leash. He jokes about it being for a friend to the clerk, then gets in the truck and drives back to the house.
Chace doesn't understand where he's being put, he knows this isn't the front of the truck and suddenly it hits him as he feels the roughness - a feeling he's felt before - of the truck bed under him and he realizes that Mark has put him in the back. He's covered with something that seems to block the air and the warmth of the light on his skin and then they're off. They stop way too soon and Chace clutches at the bed under him as he waits, hoping his Master comes to him. The dark silence seems to drone on forever and suddenly he feels the truck move - the jolt of a door slamming - then they're off once again, stopping again at a place Chace prays is the house.
The assistant was told to put the bigger cage in the back and the smaller one on the porch. The dogs had seen the assistant before and so let him walk around. Mark check on the outside cage, moving it closer to the dog's run. Both dogs return to their investigation of the cage, marking it as they circle.
Coming back to the front of the house, he maneuvers it into the closet of the room he had given the boy. With the door open, the fuck toy has full sight of the bed it can't use. Mark takes one of those things he had bought off the TV for keeping drafts from coming under the outside doors and cuts it to the closet door. A quick test shows no light comes through.
Chace doesn't understand why he's being left in the truck, why his Master isn't coming for him, but at least he hopes they're at the house. Struggling to hear sounds, all he hears are the sounds of his own pulse in his ears as drool runs from his mouth. He knows he's making sounds, tongue working at the ring as he waits.
He unloads the back of the truck, leaving the fuck toy for last. As he takes it out, he puts the collar and leash on it. He leads it to the back and puts it in the cage before taking off the mask. He takes advantage of it's temporary blindness to lock the cuffs to the bottom corners of the cage and then slams the door closed and locks it.
Suddenly there's a jerk of the area he's in and he's being pulled along, stumbling and falling as he tries to keep up with Mark. Oh fucking hell, please let it be Mark! In reality, Chace has no clue if the person leading him is his Master or not until the mask is removed as he's shoved into something. Blinking up at the light, he hides his eyes for a moment then looks up once more. "Master? A...a cage? Why? What..." It's then he notices how close he is to the dogs and begins to cry.
"Go ahead and cry. Scream if you want. No one can hear you. There's a couple things I still need to do. Then I'm going have some lunch and maybe crash in front of the TV. The tree will keep the sun of you, but I guess..." He goes into the house and returns with a bowl of water. He opens the cage, sets the bowl down and locks the door again. "You don't have to have permission, by the way. Just piss if you need to. See ya." A hard bang on the cage then he goes inside, closing the door behind him.
"Master, please, please don't leave me here!" Chace cries out as Mark leaves then quiets in stunned shock as the man opens the cage and puts a bowl of water down that's just within reach. He pulls against the cuffs, the corners of the cage holding him secure as he stares upward. "Master, please let me come inside, I'll be good. I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Chace is with it enough, even in his confused fear, to know that if he pisses, the bugs will be all over him in an instant. Jumping, yelping out, as the cage is hit, he watches Mark enter the house then sinks down against the cage, doing his best to ignore the dogs around him.
It's a couple hours later before Mark comes back outside. He had kept an eye on the fuck toy on the security system while he was in the house. The fuck toy would jump whenever the dogs came sniffing it. Without saying a word, he opens the cage and grabs the leash to tie it to the top of the cage. Then he unhooks the cuffs from the corners and pulls the fuck toy out. Grabbing it around the waist, Mark puts it on top of the cage and locks it back down. Then he grabs the hose, turns the water on and sprays it off.
Chace opens his eyes as he sees Mark returning to him, but the look on the man's face tells him this isn't a good thing. He's quiet as Mark unhooks the cuffs, but wonders why the leash is attached - he soon finds out. "Master,nooo ! Please!" Squirming against the top of the cage, Chace tenses as the water hits him and he begins to shiver. "Master, please stop! I'm clean, please!" The top of the cage presses into his hips and stomach and chest as he struggles against it, the bindings and the leash holding him firm.
The hose is turned off and dropped. "Fuck toy needs another lesson it seems." Yanking it's head back, Mark takes an O-ring from his back pocket and forces it into the fuck toy's mouth. Small rings hang from either side of the mouth, their purpose becoming clear as he takes a dildo out of his other pocket, small chains dangling from the base. "See that? Recognize the shape? It'll get you ready for more playing with the dogs." Pushing the dildo into it's mouth, he hooks the chains to the rings, locking the dildo into place. "I'll come get you when you've dried off."
Trying to cower as the hose is dropped, Chace knows it's pointless and likely will only anger Mark more, but he can't suppress the cry that comes as his head's yanked back and the ring pushed into his mouth. No! Not again! It's when Chace sees the dildo that his eyes go wide and a hard sob leaves him at Mark's words. Shaking his head does no good as Mark seats the dildo and secures it in place as Chace does his best not to gag, the combination of the dildo in his mouth and the stomach full of come making it harder and harder. "Unghh! Nnnaaa!" He realizes where he is - how he is - he's at the mercy of the dog's curious noses once more.
Mark steps back as he sees the dogs start to examine the fuck toy again. With a smile he decides to make it more interesting. Unzipping his jeans, he walks around behind the cage as he strokes his cock into hardness. With only spit he shoves his cock hard into the fuck toy's ass. He grits his teeth against the burn, but keeps it up til he's near ready to come. Then he pulls out and finishes off on the fuck toy's ass and balls. He leans against the cage to recover, then walks away to the sounds of the dogs licking at the fuck toy.
Chace hears the zipper on Mark's pants and knows what's coming, the pain that's about to follow, but there's no way to prepare or brace himself. Fingers clutch tight at the top of the cage. "Nhaaaaaa! Aghhh!" Head shaking, Chace tries to push up, move forward, or simply let himself sink down, but it's all too fast and hard and his screams seems to drift off on the breeze that blows around him, drying the tears that fall from his eyes. "Unnhh!" Grunting, he feels Mark pull out, the warm come stream over his back and then sees his Master move away. "Naahhh! Aaaathha!" The feel of his cock hardening against the cage as the rough tongues find him brings the bile up in his throat and he barely gets his head turned before it comes up around the toy.
Mark stops as he hears the fuck toy gagging, cursing under his breath as he watches that it's not going to choke to death. Sighing, he goes back and takes the dildo out. Rinsing the dildo in the water bowl, he waits til the fuck toy is finished and breathing again before locking the dildo back in. "Back in five."
He doesn't realize Mark is there until the toy's being pulled from his mouth and the rest of the bile and come leaves his stomach, eyes tearing and blurring at the burn in his throat. "Thank you," he murmurs a split second before Mark is pushing the thing back into his mouth, settling it against his tongue and locking it in place. Chace's eyes close, his body and mind too tired to care what happens around him.
True to his word, Mark returns in five. The fuck toy is almost dried now, just laying on the cage. He unfastens the cuffs and snaps his fingers. "Inside the house, in front of the couch. You can take off the gag, but keep hold of it. Now!" He leads the way and sits down on the couch, legs spread wide.
The snap brings Chace to and his eyes jerk open, blearily gazing up at Mark as he focuses on the words and, crawling from the cage, slowly stumbles his way into the house - half crawling and half walking. Chace drops down in front of the couch, hitting his knees on the floor much harder than intended, then slowly reaches up to remove the gag, fumbling for the clasp.
"Do you know what got you in trouble at the store?" Mark's voice is quiet, but there's no menace in it. He's just asking a question.
It takes a moment for Chace to get his throat to work as he chokes out a horse answer. "Yes Master." His eyes are down, chin to his chest.; he's unsure he has the strength to actually lift it.
"What was it? Tell me."
He swallows, still tasting the bile from before. "I disrespected you, Master."
"You did. After what I had done for you, you disrespected me. You questioned me. In public, hell at all! And that's not going to happen again. Every time your mouth starts running off, I'm going to remind you what the only thing it's good for is. I don't care if you bite your tongue off to keep quiet. You're not going to question me again. You best start remembering you're not a Citadel boy anymore. There's no one here to make sure the hire went all right, no waiting for the hire to be over with. And no safe word. Do you understand?"
Still not looking up, Chace nods as Mark finishes. "Yes Master, understood." The tears fall quietly down still red cheeks as he hiccups a deep breath. "I'm sorry. 'm so sorry."
"Boy, you don't know the beginning of sorry. Keep fucking with me and you will." The darkness was back in Mark's voice, but his accent became thicker instead of disappearing. "Now if you want to start making it up to me, you start going down on that dildo in your hand. Take it off the ring and put on a show. You better start practicing now."
Practicing? Chace can't even think on the meaning or implication of the words from Mark or what's left in his stomach will find its way to the carpet in front of him. "Course, Master," he says, voice raspy. With trembling hands, Chace fumbles with the clasp on the dildo gag then brings it to his lips, eyes closing as he tries to block the sight of the thing from his mind. With a pained groan, Chace takes the dildo in, sliding it to the back of his throat he pauses then begins to work his mouth against it.
Mark starts to make the boy open his eyes, but stops. If he wants to pretend, then let him. The reality will come soon enough. He lets the time drag on, eyes fixed on the boy. A couple more things, then he'll be right again.
He knows Mark's watching, but he can't stop the tears as he works against the dildo. He's not sure how many are for the acts of the day that he's been through or the fact that he disappointed Mark, but he does his best to put on the show that Mark wants from him.
"That's enough." Mark stands up. "I'm going to take a shower. Follow me." He walks to the boy's room and toward the open closet. He opens the cage door, leaning on it as the boy appears. "You'll wait here. When I'm done, I'll come get you. You're going to write in your journal about today and what you're going to do to make sure it never happens again. When you get done, then this will be over with and we'll be back to before."
Blinking his eyes open at the sound of Mark's words, Chace slips the dildo from his mouth and pushes to stand. Gaining his balance, he follows Mark to the bedroom and his eyes widen at the sight of the cage in the closet. It's smaller than the one outside, but at least it is inside. "Yes Master," he whispers out then kneels down and crawls inside, crouching down and curling into a sort of ball. The cage is terrifying in the closed in space, but at least he knows that at the end of it, there's a promise that they'll be back to before.
Mark pulls the boy's hands and feet through the bars of the cage and locks to each other. Then he slams the door shut, letting the sound echo in the closet. Locking it, he bends down to look at the boy. "Don't fail me boy. Don't turn out to be a waste of my money." Standing, he slams the closet door shut and leaves the room.
Chace doesn't fight as his hands and feet are bound; he doesn't have the strength even if he wanted to. "No Master, I won't," he whispers as Mark bends down and speaks to him and then it's dark. The quiet is nearly as bad as the hood was, but at least there's no echo of his own heart in his ears and he lays there quietly, thinking and waiting for his Master to return.