(backdated to Sat Aug 8th)

(Warning: Slight non-con, enema, and canine rimming and fellatio.)

And that the only reason the door is open is so he can come in and out without getting grease on the glass. And that the ringer volume on his phone is turned up cause when you work for Vince McMahon, you never know when he's going to call and for what.

That's what he tells himself and it makes him uncomfortable.

It's not like him to lie to himself.

When the call finally does come, he lets it ring twice before answering. And the words are what he's been waiting on.

"I've just landed."

"Good, wait outside by the curb. I'll be there to get you."

It's his best time getting to the airport so far. He drives slow along the outer edge of the airport, for once not cursing at stopped cars in front of him which give him longer chances to look. And then, he sees him.

He cuts off two cars to stop right in front of the boy. The window lowers halfway, door unlocking. "In now."

Security stares at Chace as he paces, the thoughts in his head running a mile a minute as he waits for Mark. He smiles at the guy, nods, and prays that he's just left alone until Mark arrives. Suddenly he sees the truck and, stepping to the curb, nods as the window comes down. His bag and duffel go in the back and he crawls inside. "Hello Sir."

Not answering, Mark closes the window and locks the door, hitting the button to keep the passenger from being able to open it again. Waiting for the first break in the traffic, he speeds out of the airport and down the road til he hits a side street. Staring out through the windshield, he turns off the truck. "Everything done? Papers, money, everything?"

Chace never says a word until the truck stops, mostly because his throat is as tight as an over-stretched bungee cord. "Y...yes Sir, checking and savings are closed out, all my paperwork's in the duffel in the back." He pauses as sits there in silence for a moment. "Everything 's sold or donated 'cept for one shirt that I brought to change in if I needed to."

"You won't." From the side of the seat, Mark pulls out a long knife. Hand lashing out to grab the boy by his throat, he turns as much as possible towards him. A wide smile on his face, he brings the knife around and cuts the clothes off the boy. From under the seat come the four cuffs and a ball gag. In short order the boy is bound and gagged, the cuffs locked to each other. The last is a long bit of leather, wound snug around his cock and balls and around his neck, forcing him to be almost doubled over. Turning the truck back on, Mark drives them to the house.

The sight of the knife produces a sound from Chace that resembles a rabbit caught in a trap but he knows one thing, at least for now; Mark just paid for him there's no way the man would kill him. Oh please let that be right. The removal of his clothes is rough at best but he sits there, trying not to move or squirm as the cuffs and gag are put in place. "Nghh!" Chace cries out behind the gag as his cock and balls are tied up, the strap attached to his neck to force him forward. Chace never looks up as they drive, but he knows where they're going - the place he'll forever call home.

Grabbing the bags from the bed, he sets them on the seat and goes through each. Gathering the papers and money together, he disappears into the house. Locking the important stuff in his safe, he throws the bags in the back of a hall closet that locks. He stands in the middle of the main room, a mental checklist being ticked off line by line.

The quiet in the truck is nearly deafening as Chace waits. It's more than strange to be there but, as much as the nerves seem to ravage his stomach, his mind is completely at ease. He's waited years for this, to be owned by someone exactly like Mark, and he knows he'll do his best to please the man.

Satisfied, he returns to the truck and opens the door. "Well, boy. Here we are. You ready?" Mark takes in the sight. The boy bound and gagged. Bought and paid for. Mine.

He tries to imagine what Mark's doing inside, what waits for him when he steps through the front door, but those thoughts scare the fuck out of him and cause the leather on his cock to tighten. Jumping as the door opens, Chace turns his head enough to see Mark then nods.

"Good." Mark unfastens the cuffs, carrying them as he walks to the house. "Come on. Hands behind your back. Close the doors behind you. Don't worry about crawling, I'm anxious to get this done with so we can move to the more important things."

As Chace scoots from the truck, he pushes the door closed then places his hands behind his back. Walking bent over, hands as they are, is difficult but he doesn't complain - knows doing so wouldn't do any good any way. Chace enters the house, pushing the door closed behind him, then makes his way toward the sound of running water.

Mark waits in the bathroom for the boy, adjusting the water temperature. Getting it just hot enough, he pulls the knife from out of nowhere and cuts the leather thong. "Get that off and wash yourself. Everywhere. Jack off." He smiles. "It's going to be the last orgasm you have that's yours. Everything is mine now." Half sitting on the counter, Mark leans against the wall to watch.

Blue eyes widen as he sees the knife once again. Fuck, does he have 'em everywhere? When the strap is cut, he stands and his eyes move to Mark's face as he nods to the instructions. He doesn't see coming as a problem since he's been hard since they left the airport. Stepping into the shower as he tosses the leather strips in the floor, Chace begins to scrub his body, working methodically from head to toe as he keeps his eyes on Mark. With soapy hands, he begins to stroke himself.

Mark's eyes half close as he watches the boy, looking over each inch of his new possession. His hand rubs against his cock as the ideas run through his mind. So much to do. And so careful they have to be done. First is cleaning the outside world from the boy. He smiles. Inside and out. He glances at a small box on shelf, waiting.

Chace sinks against the shower wall, his eyes falling closed as his cock throbs in his hand. He has no doubt in his mind that Mark means every word of it being his last one of his own free will and it's that very thought that pushes him over the edge. "Unghhfuck!" Hips jerk forward as the stream of come shoots out then, caught by the shower spray, mixes with the water to swirl down the drain. As the last spasms of the climax leave him, Chace opens his eyes, panting as he looks to Mark.

Mark moves, not giving the boy a chance to recover. Cuffs are back on his wrists and his arms are yanked up and looped over a small hook hanging from the ceiling. Then a spreader bar is pulled from behind the toilet, attached a second later to the cuffs back on his ankles. Eyes on the boy, Mark reaches for the box, pulling out the enema hose. Turning the water off, he attaches one end to the faucet. A steady push takes the other end of the hose deep into the boy's ass. Then the water comes back on. "Now, I know you probably already this before you came. But just doing it to my satisfaction, you understand."

Twice the boy is filled and emptied before Mark turns the water off. "Now you're clean. All ready for me." He releases the boy from the cuffs and throws a towel at him. "Dry off and meet me in the living room. Make sure you're not dripping anything on my carpet."

Enemas are a common thing with boys at Citadel, but there they have their own way usually, they cleanse before a scene or even after to remove the lube from an over-anxious dom, but this is different. Chace cries out, squirming as the hose breeches his muscle and Mark pushes it up inside him. It still baffles him that a man Mark's size can move as he can and Chace struggles with the spreader bar as the water pushes into his bowels. "Mmmph!" His eyes stay on Mark the entire time - through all the cramps and humiliation of being watched as his body empties from both fillings.

Rubbing at his wrists as he's finally released, Chace catches the towel and rubs the tears from his face, drying around the gag in his mouth. Sinking back against the shower wall, Chace stares up at the place his hands were bound then, wondering how often he'll be in that position, begins to dry before heading into the living room.

Mark sits on the couch and waits for the boy. When he comes he points to the floor by his feet. "Take the gag off. Now is when we talk about the rules and your rights. The rules are, whatever I say you do. Your rights are, you have none unless I say. Just stating it out, even though we both know this. You agree?"

Chace kneels down by Mark's feet and looks up. He knew this moment would come - had honestly looked forward to it - but looking up to Mark now he can't stop his heart from slamming against the walls of his chest. "Yes Sir, you'd made that clear before I agreed to be yours." He works his jaw as the muscles move then hands the gag over to Mark.

Mark takes the gag, tossing it onto an end table. He points to a box by the TV. "In there is a set of cuffs, those are what you're going to wear around here. The cut off shorts are only for when I have company or some places we'll be going. You'll be bare assed the rest of the time, even outside. No one is around for miles. I got some clothes around for when you have to be in public. In the next day or so I'll drive to this store I know. That's where we'll get your chastity belt. I didn't want to try and guess the size. Any questions?"

"Naked," he says softly as his brain mulls over the thought. Twenty-four hours a day - naked - around Mark. It sounds like utter heaven until the final words sink in and Chace's eyes widen. "Chastity belt, Sir? I'm goin to wear a chastity...I wouldn't touch myself, Sir. Honest." He's worn them during scenes before, but the look on Mark's face tell him this one would be for more than a scene. "May I see the clothes? The ones I'll wear out?"

"No." The look on Mark's face says he's surprised the boy even asked to. "And can you be honest and say that during the course of a week, a day, especially when you're not around me that your hand is never going to brush up against your cock? And it's as much a warning to others." He smiles. "I'm making sure everyone can see that you are locked and I have the key."

The word 'no' settles that and Chace puts the idea out of his mind, figuring when Mark's ready for him to, he'll show them to Chace. "No Sir, I can't say that it wouldn't brush against it with going to the bathroom or sleeping or whatever." Mark's next words shake Chace from his thoughts as a feeling of pride fills him. "I understand Sir. Sorta like the idea of your having the key that way."

"Well, I'm so glad you approved. Thank you for that." Mark throws the gag back at the boy. "Put it on."

Chace blinks as the gag is tossed back to him. He hadn't been that talkative, had he? Slowly fastening the clasp behind his head, he works his jaw against the ball then places his hands in his lap, his eyes going back to Mark's face.

"Hands behind your back, on your knees! Spread those legs! Wider! Now stay there and don't move." Marks gets up and opens the sliding door. Whistling for the dogs, he points to the boy. "Look."

The dogs follow their master's command and start sniffing at the boy. Cold noses press everywhere as they learn his scent, a lick now and then for good measure.

"In this house, right now, you're worth less than these dogs. They've proven that they'll do what I say. Until you do as well, you don't get treated as well as they do. They're allowed on the furniture, you're not. You're not to lay a hand on them unless I say. You'll clean up after them too. Understand?"

With his legs nearly painfully spread and his hands behind his back, Chace's entire body tenses as he hears Mark call for the dogs - dogs he remembers from the first time here - and his blood seems to freeze as his eyes close. If he doesn't look, maybe they'll just go away.

The animals don't go away, however, noses and tongues seem to poke and prod at every spot of his body. Please, please, please no! Fuck! As a cold nose presses against his ass, Chace's mind spins as his cock pulses. NO! Nodding to the questions and comments from Mark, Chace turns his head to look up into the man's face, panting out around the gag in his mouth. "Mhmmm!"

"Don't worry, they won't bite. And I keep their nails trimmed, so they don't scratch much either. I'm told, they can be almost gentle during. Out!" He lets them out and closes the door. He sits back on the couch, his hands under his head and his legs stretched out. "Now, we'll try again. Take off the gag."

During? During what?! Chace knows boys that work for Citadel that have been with animals of different kinds; he is not one of those boys, but can't help wondering if Mark means to change all that. As the dogs leave the room, Chace lets out a muffled sob as his shoulders drop. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reaches up to undo the clasp then looks up to Mark. "Sorry Sir," he murmurs.

"Make it up to me. Show me." Mark unfastens his belt and undoes his jeans, his hands going back behind his head. "No hands. In fact," he smiles, "put your hands on your thighs, right next to that cock that you're not going to be touching. Right up against it. This is going to be one of our regular things."

Chace watches as a hunger begins to burn in his belly and his lashes flutter as blue eyes try to slip closed. This - right here - this is what he's wanted for as long as he can remember and Mark is making it happen. "Yes M...Sir, yes Sir, thank you for the chance." Moving forward on his hands and knees, Chace stops nearly against Mark's crotch, puts his hands on his thighs - palms just to the side of, but not touching, his cock - then leans forward. Taking the head into his mouth, Chace lets out a low, deep moan as his eyes finally do close.

Mark grabs the boy by his hair and jerks his head up. "What did you almost say? Not Sir. What was it?" His voice comes out as a growl, but it's hiding a smile. He tightens his hold, making the boy kneel up. "What did you say?"

"Nghhaa!" Chace kneels up as he follows the pull of his hair, his eyes closing as he begins to plan the apology. "Sir, I'm sorry, it was a slip. It just...you didn't say but it was..." He takes a deep breath. "Master," he breathes out.

Mark glares at the boy, keeping his gaze steady. "Master goes better with the owning your ass then Sir does. You can call me that. Now get back to work." He pushes the boy back toward his cock, a half smile sliding across his face.

No punishment? Chace was sure there'd be repercussion from the slip and, had that happened at Citadel, there would have been, but Mark seems to not only not be ready to punish him, he seems to be pleased. "Thank you," Chace whispers against the thick head of the man's cock before taking it down, relaxing his throat and letting it slip back in one fluid motion.

Mark's head falls back, his hand gripping and relaxing its hold on the boy's hair. He slides down a little more on the couch, his breath catching in his throat. He smiles as his eyes close. Yes, very good decision. His hips thrust forward, forcing his cock in deeper.

Chace gags around the thickness of Mark's cock, regains control of his reflexes then kneels up just enough to gain better positioning against Mark's length. In no time, Chace is lost, the sounds of Mark and the hum of his own body settle into him and there's nothing that exists outside of the man who now owns him and making sure he pleases him. As his head begins to move, taking Mark into his throat with every downward motion, his hands never stray from their spot on his thighs.

"That's it. Perfect, boy." Mark studies the boy as best he can. His hand has gone from grabbing to running its way through the boy's hair. He moves just enough to see that his hands are where they should be. After awhile he pulls the boy away with a groan. "Put the cuffs on. And bring the book that's in the box too. " He licks at his lips, getting himself back in control.

The change in movement of Mark's hand settles Chace even more and he wonders how close the man is to coming; that question is answered as he's pulled free, his own eyes half-lidded as he blinks against the sudden light. "Of course, Master," he says then, pushing to stand and swaying a bit, he moves to the box. After a short fight with his own fingers, he gets the thing open, retrieves the cuffs and the book then returns, kneeling back down in front of Mark. Handing the book over, he begins to fasten the cuffs.

Mark watches the boy put on all four cuffs, glad to see how tight they're being put on. When the boy's eyes are back on him, he holds the book out. "This journal is yours. You're going to write in it. Everything you're thinking, feeling, wishing. Everything. And I'm going to read it. This is going to be your way of telling me what you can't say to my face."

The cuffs are snug, but not enough so to get in the way of circulation and, as he reaches for the book, he rotates his wrists to get a feel for the material and weight. "A journal? Does it matter how often?" He takes the book and flips through the pages. It's easy to tell from the binding and the quality of paper that it's not any chain-store quality book. Without lifting his eyes from the book, Chace takes a breath. "What if I write something you don't like, will it get me punished?"

"I don't need my ego watched out for. Look at me." He waits for the boy's eyes to meet his. "I punish for disobedience. I've ordered you to write in this journal. Everything and anything. Somethings we'll talk about, some we'll work on or change. Some you'll just have to live with. Understand?"

Chace wraps his arms around the journal in a protective fashion as he listens to Mark, nodding up to him. "Yes Master, understood. Thank you for this." He knows since the moment he agreed to belong to Mark, his mind has been has been a whirl of thought, maybe the journal will help him out as well. "Is there a certain place I need to keep it?"

"I'm giving you one of the rooms for yourself. You can keep it in the bedside table. I already took the doors off the room and the bathroom. It's next door to mine at the end of the hall. You can go put it away, even write in it now if you want. There's a pen on the table. Go and come back when you're done."

Looking toward the hallway and where his room is to be, Chace nods as he looks back to Mark. "Is it okay if I wait a bit, Master? Brain's too wound up to really get a coherent thought from it. Really don't want the first thought in it to sound like I'm drunk." He chuckles softly as he pushes to stand then makes his way to the room with no door, sliding the book to the table then, running his fingers across the cover, he turns and returns to his spot at Mark's feet.

Mark just nods at the boy. Right now there's a million things going through his head. And there's still the question of what to do when he goes on the road. He doesn't want to leave the boy alone so soon. "You'll be coming with me next week. I have two shows I have to do. Might as well show you how this is going to be." He thinks for a moment. "You can keep calling me Master. You'll be surprised how many won't think that's unusual with regards to me. Have you seen what I do for a living?"

"I had no clue who you were the first night, but after the second time, I...well, I Googled you," he says with a sheepish grin. "Never really followed wrestling. Football some, but..." Chace pauses as he recalls some of the photos he found online. "Do you still dress like that when you go out? The black coat and hat and all?" Oddly enough, Chace is more nervous about actually seeing Mark in that getup than what their first scene will be.

"That's been my costume most of the time, different variations but pretty much the same. There was a spell when I was wearing more my own clothes, coming in on a motorcycle. And of course the Ministry days I dressed different. I wasn't sure the fans would accept me going back to the coat. But they did. Loved it actually. You want to see them? I gotta pack them up anyway. That's when you know you're big in the business, when they trust you with your ring gear." Mark gets up and walks to a closet by the front door. He pulls out a long coat in a dry cleaner's bag and a hat in a plastic bag.

Turning to follow Mark with his eyes, Chace moves forward on the floor, crawling toward Mark as the man pulls a coat from a bag. Chace knows Mark isn't small by any means, but the coat looks like it would literally wrap around Chace once, maybe twice, completely. Blinking up at the outfit, Chace nods as a slow grin comes to his face. "Can see why they'd like it. Definitely has a wicked look about it, even the coat alone I think." He recalls the images he'd found on the net - they were nothing compared to the man that now seems a good foot taller than he did before. "And that's what you'll be in next week?"

Mark nods. "I might have a couple of promos to film before the match, they never tell you til you get there. I'm not really in a feud with anyone right now, so don't know who I'll be fighting for sure. And you're going to have learn the difference between me now and how I am when I wear this. Especially the hat. It's the last thing that gets put on and taken off. When I put it on, I am the Undertaker. And he's a little different than me."

Chace inches closer, the man and the items almost drawing him in, and his eyes move up that much more. "The difference? So, the whole thing with how you were in the videos I found online, that wasn't staged or set up. Practiced?" He wonders for a moment if it's something like when someone sinks into subspace or domspace for that matter. "Is it...safe to talk to you then?"

"You've heard of method acting? Think of it like that, pretty much is. All of us get into a different mindset when it's time. That's why the best gimmicks have a lot of the wrestler's real personality in them, exaggerated but there. Paul did fine when Triple H was the Blue Blood, but when D-X started and he and Shawn showed what nut bastards they are was when things really hit for them. Vince invented the Undertaker, but he let me run with it. As for is it safe...right before I go out to the ring, no. I have to concentrate on what's going to happen out there. During the day, we'll all pretty much ourselves when the camera's not on. We also use our ring names in public. So you won't hear anyone calling out my name in the halls." He tilts his head. "You want to see Taker?" He takes the hat out and sets it on top of the plastic bag.

Nodding as if the names that Mark rattles of mean something to him, Chace makes a mental note to Google everyone. The last thing he needs is to embarrass Mark in any way in front of these people. "So it's a little like their own personalities only revved up. And...I'll remember that on the before thing. I know what it's like to have to center before a scene, seems the same thing in some ways." And then Mark asks the question that Chace really has no clue how to answer. He knows he's here for good and, in that, he's going to have to see the side of Mark that the man refers to as 'Taker'. Even sounds fucking scary as hell. "If you'd like, Master. Might be less of a shock later." Oh fuck, yeah, you just said yes. Dumbass. His only thought - at least he doesn't have to piss.


"When Taker first came out, he didn't talk much. He didn't do a lot of the shouting in the ring and making noises, still doesn't. He does his job and goes. Time went on, he talked more. And got even scarier. The pants and shirt I usually wear are already packed." Setting the hat down, he takes the coat off the hanger and puts it on. In an instant his body somehow becomes more still. His arm is slow as it reaches for the hat. There's a long breath, then he bows his head as he puts on the hat. When he looks down at the boy, his eyes are colder. "Boy." The voice is darker, more deliberate. His accent has disappeared as well.

Out of the videos he watched online, that's one thing Chace remembers - the lack of a lot of the grandeur that the other wrestlers seemed to be fond of, there wasn't a lot of 'blow' as it's said. It's almost methodical in the way Mark puts the coat on, and Chace swears he can feel the electrical current around the man spread out to encompass the entire room. "That's what I saw in the vids," he says, though his voice isn't much more than a whisper. Though he's not aware of it, his breathing stops as Mark reaches for the hat and Chace hears the breath, unsure if it was Mark's or his own. Chace hears the word 'boy' said in a way that prickles his skin - sees that look from eyes that causes his own pulse to pound in his ears - and he realizes he may not have needed to piss then, but he really does now.

The eyes seem to bore into the boy as a hand reaches down and grabs him by the neck, pulling him to his feet. There is nothing hurried about his movements, they are inevitable. "So you belong to him. And you know enough not to call his name out loud, don't you boy?"

Chace follows the pull - it's not as if he has a choice in the matter - his eyes never leaving the man in front of him. Him?! Fucking hell. Right now, at the moment, he doesn't even remember his own name, so not uttering the name of the man whose hand is wrapped completely around his throat is not a problem. Blue eyes wide, Chace simply nods.

"Good." A slow smile spreads across the face staring into the boy's. "The private side stays private. The public doesn't see Mark when I'm around, and they shouldn't. He doesn't belong to them like I do. So I might ignore you, boy, when we're out there." The head bows again as the free hand comes up to take the hat off. "But remember your Master is still in there." Mark's eyes look back at his boy as he lets him go to slip out of the coat.

If this is the 'Taker', as Mark calls him, without the whole outfit on, Chace thinks that perhaps at the shows, he'll just hide in the closet somewhere - maybe under the dressing room would work better. As the words leave the man who has his throat, all he can really do is give a half nod and pray that's sufficient. Ignoring 's good, yes. As he watches the hat leave Mark's head, and his feet return to the floor, Chace nods. "Yes Master. I'll remember."

Mark doesn't answer til he's wrapped the coat and hat back in plastic and put them in a garment bag. He smiles as he turns to his boy, hand resting on his cheek. "I half expected to find you trying to leave after that. Won't be the first to wonder about my mental state."

Chace finds himself unable to move as he watches Mark - he hopes - returns the garments to their place. As the man turns and a hand comes to cup Chace's cheek, he gives a soft exhale of breath. If they'd wonder about Mark's mental state, they'd surely think Chace is nuts since he's harder now than he's been in the five days since he's seen Mark. "Wouldn't leave Master, and have no doubts on your mental state, but...I really need to piss, please."

A blink, then Mark laughs so hard he has to nod to give his boy permission to leave. He falls against the wall holding his sides as he fights to breathe. Double checking that the tags are on the garment bag, he hangs it on the outside of the closet door and goes back to the living room. He's still chuckling as he sits down and waits on the boy.

The moment Chace catches sight of the nod, he's gone. No, Mark has no reason to worry about him touching himself since his hands are just barely steady enough to hold on while he pisses. With one hand against the wall, one hand holding his cock and as pure will keeps him standing, Chace finishes the job. "Fucking hell," he finally whispers out as he washes his hands then returns to Mark, sinking down at the man's feet. His cheeks color brilliant red as he realizes why Mark's still chuckling. "You do that to people often, Master?"

"Well, I've had people tell me seeing Taker made them want to, but never saw them actually have to before." He smiles at his boy. "So I guess it was a good idea you saw him here instead of at the arena first. You okay?"

"I can see how it would, and definitely it was, Master," he says with a slight grin and an ever deepening blush, "a very good idea that I saw that here first. Thinking passing out at the arena wouldn't be a good thing." Chace chuckles lightly then nods. "Yeah, I'm okay." His eyes focus on Mark for a moment. "Is it hard doing that? Sinking into that mindset? For a boy, sometimes coming out of headspace is scary and exhaustin'. That the same?"

"It used to be, when I first started. I was doing more shows back then too, working my way up. Now, it's kinda like a light switch. I turn Taker on, it just rushes over me, just like the dark. Come back to me, it's like the light's been thrown on. You're dazed for a second, then it's fine. After almost nineteen years, I'm a little surprised myself how easy it is." He shrugs. "I'll admit there are days when he lingers around a bit longer. That's why you have your own room. Days when it's best I'm alone. The things inside me that make Taker work so well were there long before he came around. That darkness has found a way to grow a little more through him."

Sitting there, listening to Mark talk about 'times best left alone' and 'the darkness inside' has Chace shifting in his spot and wondering if maybe there shouldn't be a sign on the man's door that says 'Enter At Own Risk' or something of the sorts. "So it - he - settled in you and fits because some of it was already there?" Chace can't help but wonder if maybe that's why he's looked to be owned for so long - maybe there's a little 'dark' in himself. "Your eyes even changed. It all changed," he says as he motions to Mark's body. "Would you ever sink into him, use that darkness, in a scene?"

"Do you want him? I haven't, not really. The closest was during the Ministry days, there was a segment where I had to whip one of the members while he was holding on to a ladder and two others were holding his legs down. Usually I hire a boy the same as everyone else, release the stress of the job. I don't know how he'd be during a scene. Colder for sure, he usually is."

His mind flashes to the eyes that had just looked down on him and the voice that, quite literally, scared the piss outta him, and Chace really isn't sure if he's ready to see those eyes - hear that voice - from the one wielding a singletail behind him. "M...might need to think on that one, Master. Not something I'd ask you to do unless you were sure of it anyway." Chace thinks Mark is entirely wicked enough on his own - at least for the time being.

Mark shrugs. "We'll leave it for later. I'll think about it now." His hand falls on the boy's head, running through his hair like he was one of the dogs. "When we're at the arena and I'm busy with work, you don't have to ask to go to the restroom. But all other times-the plane, hotel, driving, you ask me. You're going to ask me to eat, to go to bed, to shower, even to brush your teeth. You don't make decisions without asking me first."

Chace had known that Mark's control would surely take over things beyond just whether he could climax or not but the last thing he's envisioned is bathroom control. "Ask you to go to the bathroom, Master?" He nods a bit hesitantly. "What about getting a drink? What if I forget to ask you? I mean, 'm not planning on it, but what happens if?" Even with the training through Citadel, bathroom control isn't something that's readily covered in the manuals. And food? Oh, Chace knows he's a nibbler - this could be bad.

"If you forget to ask, then you don't get it. Simple as that. You ask me for everything. You'll have to earn the right to do things on your own. Understand? Like I said, at the arena I'll have to give you some leeway just because I'm not going to be able to watch you as much. But other than that, everywhere else, you have to ask."

Bad, bad, bad, there's just no other way to put it. He thinks he can do the whole bathroom thing, but the food is definitely going to get him into deep shit. "Yes Master. I'll...do my best to remember. The food thing may be hard for me though." Chace shifts just the slightest but keeps his eyes on Mark. Those same eyes suddenly go wide. "Don't get it? Master, how does someone not get the bathroom?"

Mark raises an eyebrow. "Do I really have to answer that or can you figure it out on your own? And how is the food thing going to be hard for you?"

Chace starts to ask for the man to explain the bathroom thing then decides against it. Honestly, he really doesn't want to know, he'll just pray he doesn't forget. "I'm used to nibbling through the day, Master. Between sessions at Citadel or even at home. Just easier to nibble here and there - pass by the fridge, grab a carrot."

"That stops. After a bit I'll set some food aside that you can eat, but just that and when it's gone that's all you get that day til dinner. Unless we're at the arena." Mark frowns. "I'm not liking how much you won't be supervised at the arena. I might have to see about getting someone to watch you. Someone I trust. Not that I like that much better, but..."

Chace nods slowly as Mark speaks. He knows there's no sense in protesting the rules Mark's laying out for him, he knows they won't change. And even as much as they scare him to death, there's a very real part of him that's more than glad they won't. "Master, I wouldn't do anything to embarrass you there, honest. That'd be the very last place I'd act up. That's your job, I would never cause trouble there. Couldn't I just stay in the room if you have one?"

"Yeah, that might have to be the way we go. " He sighs. "Lock you in the room with whatever I decide and leave you there til I get back. I'll have to find a way to lock the bathroom door." He muses out loud, hiding his smile. "I'll call you when it's time to pick me up after the show."

There's one phrase in there that gets Chace's attention. "L...lock the bathroom, Master? But you couldn't give permission if you weren't here and..." Oh, he really doesn't want to think of the possible outcome from that. "I'd be picking you up, Master?"

"Sometimes it's easier to just jump in the car and take off than to try and drive out. Depends on how the day went, sometimes you don't want to talk to the fans. Usually depending on how much I'm hurting afterward. We'll find out soon enough. Be heading out in next day or two. Might have to get the belt tomorrow, not sure."

"Oh, I don't mind picking you up at all, but..." Chace fidgets a bit, unsure if it's the idea of seeing Mark in pain or the whole 'get the belt tomorrow' thing that has his stomach knotting. "You took my license, Master. I mean, it was in the one bag." His eyes lower as he speaks, though he's not really sure why. "If we pick up oils or lotions, I can do the massage after a show."

"Yeah, I'm going to have to give it to you. Damn. I'll figure something out. And a massage would be great. So, why don't you tell me what you're thinking on right now?"

"A little scared, not really of you, well...except for maybe in that whole coat and hat thing, but of the changes. I knew it'd happen, want it to happen, just nervous about it. I've never worn a chastity belt for more than a couple hours." Chace hasn't asked, but he knows from the sound of Mark's voice, the man's thinking a lot longer than two hours.

"There's no reason for a Citdel boy to wear one longer than that. And it won't be forever. Just til the idea sinks in that you belong to me. In every way. You want this, but you've never had it before. This is something that isn't going to be easy and you'll probably fight me on things. This is one thing you won't have under your control, so there's no way for you to do something wrong and be punished for it. One less thing to worry about."

Chace likes the way Mark explains things, it makes it seem more preventative and helpful than scary. "One less seems like a good thing, Master," he says with a slight grin, "cause it sounds like the rest will be enough." Chancing it, he moves just a bit closer, eyes on Mark's face to gauge if it's the wrong thing to do. "I do want this, now and where you take me in it, I do want it."

"It's going to be hard. For both of us in different ways." Mark puts his hand under the boy's chin. "But we'll get through it. I don't like losing things. I'm not losing you now that I have you." He smiles as he leans forward. "Beyond death boy, you're mine." he kisses the boy hard, grip tight on his neck.

There's a choked whimper leaves his throat as Mark's hand grips tight but he doesn't pull away, the thought not even in the back of his mind. Those words, however, 'beyond death' seem to fill every nook and cranny there is inside him. Chace leans up just barely, just enough into the kiss to let Mark's tongue settle deeper into his mouth.

Mark's arm comes around as he moves his legs apart, pulling the boy tighter against him. He deepens the kiss, tongue moving over every inch of the boy's mouth to claim it as his. He pulls back long enough to catch his breath, then kisses him again.

Chace's hands never move up although it takes every ounce of strength he has to fight the urge as Mark's mouth seems to claim his. Panting out, catching his breath as the kiss breaks, Chace loses the fight as Mark finds him again and his arm move up, encircling his Master's waist.

Mark's face is grim as he pulls back. "You didn't ask permission, boy." He backhands the boy, then grabs him by the neck and stands up. "Now, what shall we do for the first official punishment?"

Fucking hell! Chace cries out as Mark's hand connects and his eyes widen as he's, quite literally, lifted to his feet. "Sorry Master, I'm sorry. Just wanted to touch you, that's all. Please forgive me." Punishment? Chace is thinking a slap on the hand isn't what Mark has in mind.

"I was going to let you have some fun, boy. Let you see more of the house. Now..." Mark drags the boy into the main bedroom, throwing him to the floor. Reaching under the bed, he pulls out a small cot on wheels. Grabbing the boy, he throws him onto the cot and locks his cuffs to all four corners. "Not much, but I didn't expect to have to come up with something so soon." Standing up, he kicks the cot back under the bed.

The moment Chace sees the bedroom, his first thoughts go to the idea of Mark fucking him and as he sees the cot, he wishes like hell that thought had been correct. "Master, you really...I'll be good, I won't touch again without asking, please!" Chace learned something the first time with Mark - it's useless to fight a mountain. "Master please! Wha...fuck!" The lights suddenly go dark as he feels the entire thing he's attached to move. "Under the bed? Master, I won't touch again, please. I'm sorry."

Mark leaves the room and returns a minute later. Grabbing the cot out, he forces the gag back in the boy's mouth. "I'll be outside, but don't worry. I won't leave you alone in case something's wrong." The cot goes back under the bed and he leaves again. In the next instant the dogs run into the room, sniffing around before jumping on the bed and laying down.

Hearing Mark leave is frightening, but not as scary as the gag being returned to his mouth when Mark returns. "Master, pleaahhth!" Bright blue eyes stare up in the brief moment before the cot is slid back under the bed. He lays there, trying to calm himself until he hears the distinctive sounds of the dogs and every muscle in his body freezes; the last thing he needs or wants is the animals rooting under the bed.

Leaning on his motorcycle, Mark sighs. Part of him had thought the boy would get it right off the bat. But then, what would the fun of that be? Shaking his head, he picks up his tools and starts in on his bike again. One eye stays on the clock hanging outside on the porch. After half an hour, he goes back in and pulls the cot out. "Think you've learned yet, boy?"

The few tears that fall stop quickly - he knows he's in trouble, but at least he knows he's safe, or as safe as he can be. Chace isn't sure if he zones out while he's in the dark of the space, but he knows at some point he forgets the dogs are in the room with him. It's the sound of Mark's feet on the floor that shakes him from his trance and he blinks at the light as he's pulled from under the bed. "Mmhmm," he mumbles behind the gag as he nods.

"I think you need to be sure you know your place." Mark stands up. He snaps his fingers and points at the boy. "Look."

Both dogs jump off the bed and trot over to the boy. They start to smell him again, cold noses pressing against him. After a bit they look up at Mark and sit down.

A cold smile appears. "More."

This time the dogs begin to lick the boy everywhere they can reach. Face, body, cock and what they can reach of his ass.

Dark brows furrow as Chace stares upward. He's said he's learned his lesson - no touching without permission - but Mark isn't undoing his bindings. It's then he hears the snap of fingers, the same snap he heard as he knelt in the living room floor.

"Mmmm!" Chace's head shakes wildly as the animals sniff him, his eyes closing as cold noses poke and prod at him, but it's not until he hears Mark's next command that his entire body goes rigid and blue eyes fly open to lock on Mark's face. "Mmmf! Mmmm!" No, please! Fuck! His ass shifts as much as he can, moving away from the licks of rough tongues against places that, even though Chace's mind can't handle, his body seems to react to.

"Seems like maybe you do. But let's be sure." Unfastening the ankles cuff, he bends the boy in half and locks them to his wrists. Stepping back, he watches the dogs as they shift their attention to the new areas

Oh fuck! Fuck! Master, please! Chace knows what's coming the moment his ankles are released and pulled upward and his eyes beg and plead with Mark to make the animals get back. His mind fights against the licks and nudges as his cock responds. He's trained to control his own hard-on, but fuck if he can at the moment. "Mmm! Mmmhmmm!"

"You're at the bottom here, remember? And everything you have is mine. So if I want to...stay." Mark leaves the room, returning with a small jar. "Now if I do this right, they won't get it everywhere and it won't get stuck in their mouths." Opening the jar, he dips his finger in and spreads out a thin layer of peanut butter over the boy's balls and asshole. "Just a little cold."

Bottom, yes! No, where are you...nooo! Chace trembles as Mark leaves the room and though the dogs listen to the order given, he knows they're just right there. It's not Mark leaving the room that should give Chace worry, it's when he returns but then, worry doesn't even come close. "Mmmf! Mmmhmm! Hmm!" Chace can't see, but he can feel and he knows exactly what's happening, and then they're on him, licking and lapping at his ass and balls.

"Clean all of it." Mark smiles. "Maybe this should be a regular thing too. You seem to be enjoying it. But it wasn't listed as a kink on your bio. Wasn't listed as a hard limit either. We should find out." His gaze is directed at the boy's cock. "Or are we finding out now?

Chace's eyes close as tears trickle down his temples, head shaking from side to side at the horror that fills him. He'd never been one to set and listen to the boys that liked being with animals, thought the idea was unnerving, but now his body seems to be betraying him. "Mmm!" Hips arch upward as he tries to move away but the act only gives more room for a tongue to find it's way against his ass. "Nnghh!" Chace groans, cock throbbing against his lower belly.

Mark spreads more peanut butter, working a little just inside the boy's ass and spreading more on the head of his cock. Pushing the dogs aside, he wheels the cot into the playroom. Finding a spreader bar, he attaches the boy's ankles to it and hooks it to the dangling chain. Mark then grabs some rope and wraps it around the boy's waist, tying him to the cot. "Now they have more room and you can't move."

NO! No, please, fuck! Unghgodnooo! Chace's insides are in knots, his mind whirls as he feels the cot move and he looks up, pleading with Mark to be set free, but as they enter the playroom, Chace knows that's not in the cards. He can see what's happening, feel Mark maneuver his legs and attach the rope but, for the life of him, he can't seem to get through the fog that seems to be settling over him. Fuckinghell! No, not this! Not like this! His eyes lock on Mark's a brief moment before they roll back, a low, pained groan rising from his chest as a tongue laps at his hole, another at the head of his cock and he feels himself slipping.

"You're pleasing me." Mark whispers as he leans down next to the boy's head. "Let go. They won't hurt you. Your Master wants this to happen, so it will. You have no say in this. There is nothing you can do. So don't fight it. Let yourself enjoy it. Let yourself feel how good it is. Your body is saying what your mind is trying to lie about. You can't lie to your Master, or yourself."

No, god no. Tears stream down his temples to wet his hair as he listens to Mark's words, hears them and feels them sink into his body. Chace can feel the wonderful fog as it starts to envelope him and his eyes open. He's aware of the drool sliding from the corners of his mouth, aware of the tears and the trembling of his body, but his main focus is his Master's words and the tone of the voice that pushes him over. With a heaving sob and a deep moan from behind the gag, Chace comes hard, body shaking as his cock lets go with stream after stream of come.

Delight is an expression Mark can't say he has much experience with, but it just might be what he's feeling now. The tears on his boy's face, the need for release that pushed past the shame on his face. He takes the gag out and kisses him hard, adding more to the feelings as the dogs lick up the rest of the peanut butter and the come. "You have pleased me. Very good."

Still sobbing, even into the kiss, Chace doesn't want to think of what brought him to climax. It was his Master's voice, the urging from the man for Chace to let go; it couldn't have been the dog's tongues, or their licking. It couldn't have been. His cock throbs, a few last spurts of come that a tongue quickly laps up and Chace tries, once again, to focus on Mark's words. Unable to speak yet, to even remotely find his voice, he simply nods.

Mark releases the boy from the cuffs. "Get yourself cleaned up. I'll put the dogs outside and wait for you in the living room. Take the time you need but not too long. You can write in your journal before coming to talk to me." He takes one of the boy's hands and places it on his half hard cock. "You pleased me." He helps the boy to his feet, holding him steady for a second before leading him to his room. "I'll be waiting."

For a moment as Mark undoes the cuffs, Chace doesn't want to be touched, he simply wants to be left alone in his humiliation. He came from the attentions of dogs and no amount of training would hold it back. "Yes Master," he chokes out the whispered reply as Mark tells him he can take time to himself. His eyes widen as he looks up at the feeling of Mark's hardness. "But...yes Master," he murmurs before looking around the room, gathering his bearings. "Be down soon."

Mark whistles for the dogs, making sure they have enough food and water before leaving them outside. He sits down, rubbing his hands together and taking a deep breath. He didn't have a set idea on how to introduce the boy to the dogs, or even if he would. Everything just seemed to come together. Now to keep the boy from breaking over it.

Chace sits on the edge of the tub for what seems like forever before moving into the shower and, just letting the water run down over him, staring quietly at the wall. He's confused over what just happened, he's never wanted to be with an animal, but he couldn't hold back the climax no matter how hard he tried. Scrubbing himself clean, the movements coming out of habit, the hot water seems to dull the confusion at least for the time, even as Mark's words play in his head - he pleased his Master.

Chace cleans the shower then looks around for his clothes. "Oh, forgot," he says softly then makes his way, slowly and carefully, into the living room to kneel before Mark.

Mark watches the boy for a minute, looking at his posture. "Tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling. This was the first time you ever...Of course it was. You had only the usual three for your hard limits. This was not even listed as a soft limit. And you can't say it was something that never occurred to you. I did the same checklist you did to get into Citadel."

He sits there in silence for a moment, his mind racing against thoughts and feelings that he's not sure what to do with. "Yes, was the first...not many 'd ever bring...dogs," he says, swallowing thickly, "into Citadel. Never thought I'd...that it'd. I'm ashamed, Master. Tried to hold back, keep from coming from it, but I couldn't, not when you spoke." Tears trickle down his cheeks. "It wasn't supposed to be good. Animals aren't supposed to be able to make you..."

"And now you know they can. That you could be pushed into that place where it was pleasurable. Where on some level you wanted it. And you learned another lesson. Boy, look at me. You just had your first experience of being owned. No safeword, no choice. What I want you to do, it will happen. And you're going to have to deal with that. In time it will be easier, but for now just keep telling yourself. This happened because my Master wanted it. It made him happy. I made him happy."

Chace had known that once Mark took him there would be no safeword, there would be no getting out of anything he found unpleasant, but he really hadn't let that sink in until the moment the dogs licking at him had brought him to climax. His eyes stay on Mark as the man speaks, but he fights to keep his breathing calm. "Another lesson, yes Master. I want it to get easier, has to get easier, yes. It pleased you. I know that." He sits there a moment more, "Can I please come up next to you? Closer?" He just needs the touch of someone.

Mark pauses for a second, than nods his head. "Yes you may. You did well to remember to ask. Come here." He waves the boy closer.

Crawling forward, Chace settles between Mark's legs, his cheek on his Master's thigh. He doesn't attempt to stop the tears as they trickle down, but he looks up. "Thank you, Master," he murmurs before settling back down. His mind and body are still on edge, but at least he knows Mark - his Master - is pleased with him.