Please be aware that this log does not follow SSC or RACK principles. As well, although both pups are members of Citadel, the actions contained herein do not take place on Citadel property and are neither condoned nor endorsed by said organization.

WARNINGS: Fisting, blood, talk of bestiality

[Comments welcomed and loved]




The chores are done, dogs fed and watered and, though it's not really that odd, Chace is wondering why it was such a necessity that everything be done by a certain time. It's not like he really ever slouches on the things, but he doesn't usually rush around like a madman either. With arms full of clothes to put away, Chace makes his way into the bedrooms, puts everything away then goes in search of Mark. "Master," he says, coming up alongside the man, "I'm done with everything. Can you undo the belt? I need to go to the bathroom and need a drink."

Mark cracks his neck as he continues to read his book. "No, you didn't ask right." Reaching behind him without looking, he turns the light on to see better. "And you sure you're done with everything?"

Brows draw inward as Chace stands there a moment, going over the words he used. "Master, will you please undo the belt? Will you let me have a drink?" Looking around the room a bit, he shrugs to himself then nods to Mark. "Yes, Master, it's all done. Even fed and watered the dogs."

"Why are you asking me for something while you're standing?"

Standing. Fuck! Chace moves in front of Mark and drops to his knees, eyes lowered, then lets out a soft sigh. "Master, 'm sorry. Please, please may I use the restroom and get a drink now?" He waits, holding his breath, half expecting Mark to say no though his bladder really hopes the man doesn't.

"Restroom or drink. One happens now, the other an hour from now."

"An hour? Master, please." Chace's voice breaks lightly on the words as he looks up, eyes searching Mark's face. "I can't wait another hour to piss. Please?" He's thirsty, but knows it's easier to wait for water than the bathroom. "Bathroom now, please."

"Boy, I don't need to hear you working out what you're going to choose, I just need the answer. I also don't need things repeated back to me like you didn't understand it the first time. You get to wait five minutes before that belt comes off now." Mark's attention remains on the book, though he can just see the boy out of the corner of his eye.

Chace's mouth drops open as he hears the decision made by his Master and, for a split second, he thinks about making a comment, pleading for his Master to let him go, but he has no doubt doing so will only lengthen his time. "Understood, Master. 'm sorry." He sits there a moment longer, fidgeting. "Can I come up?"

"You really think you've earned it?"

His posture drops as he lowers his head. "I did all the chores though, Master." Chace isn't stupid, he knows very well his not kneeling on his own was a big thing. "No Master, guess I haven't."

"Damn right you haven't. Keep an eye on that clock til it's time. Maybe you'll start learning and stop letting your mouth run." Mark smiles as he finally looks at the boy. "As a matter of fact, you should be presenting, not just sitting there on your ass. Now!"

At the last word, a sound leaves Chace's throat making him sound like a rabbit that's just been stepped on and, need to piss or no, he moves into position. "Master, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." There are certain positions that are easy, but having a full bladder always makes things just a bit more interesting.

Mark sits up enough to clip the wrist cuffs together behind the boy's head. After a second he attaches the ankle cuffs to each other as well. "Watch that clock now." A last look, then he pulls the boy's knees apart as much as they'll go before laying back with his book.

"Unnhaa, yes Master." Chace is getting used to the wrist cuffs being attached and, for the most part, the ankle cuffs as well, but the ways in which Mark seems to find to attach them to each other or move Chace's body while he's bound never ceases to stun him. "Three minutes to go, Master."

"I don't need a countdown boy." Mark glares at him. "I don't need to hear you at all. So I'm not going to, am I?"

His mouth opens to reply then snaps shut as blue eyes widen. Quiet is something Chace has never done well, even with all the training Citadel afforded him. With a shake of his head, his eyes turn back to the clock.

Mark goes back to his book, his smile back. He'll teach this boy to keep his mouth shut one way or the other. There's always the training collar someone gave him for the dogs that he never used. He doesn't have to see the clock. That boy's body is going to tell him the second it hits five minutes.

Though he sits there quietly, eyes on the clock, every muscle inside tightens up like a vice, then again, Mark's stare is no longer on him and that affords him at least a little moment of relaxation. One minute...forty-five seconds...fuck, hurry! The minute hand ticks over and Chace's eyes widen as he looks up, a soft whimper leaving his throat.

Mark lets a second more pass before reaching into his pocket for the key. He holds it out to the boy, but makes no move to release the cuffs from each other. His eyes don't even slide over to the boy as he turns the page one-handed.

A look of pure confusion comes across Chace's face as he stares at the key. Even with his hands free, the belt is a bitch to get off himself, always taking more than one try for him to get the key in just right to trip the lock, but with feet and hands both bound there's no way. Eyes darting side to side, Chace lowers his arms, reaching for the key.

"What do you say?" The key is snatched back, Mark's gaze still not on the boy.

FUCK! "Master, please...please undo the belt." Chace knows if he doesn't get it right, Mark will simply make him wait longer. Taking a slow breath, he lowers his eyes. "Master, please may your boy use the restroom?"

Mark turns his head slowly, counting to ten. "Thank you, Master."

Another heavy sigh and Chace nods. He wants this, he just doesn't understand why it all seems harder than it should. "Yes. Thank you, Master. Thank you." His eyes stay lowered, more out of not wanting to meet Mark's stare than anything else.

"You make me wonder sometimes, boy." He tosses the key at the boy as he gets up to go into the kitchen. "Hurry up."

Scrambling for the key, Chace falls flat on his face, forgetting that not only are his hands bound but feet as well. FEET? Oh fuck! Pushing up and grabbing for the key, Chace begins to work furiously at the belt, dropping the key to the floor more than once. Tears well up as he tries again, finally succeeding, realizes that with his ankles hooked, he can't walk or crawl. "Master, my feet, please?"

For a second, Mark thinks about making the boy find someway to get to the bathroom as he is. But with the plans he's made for this evening, it'd be nice if the carpet was clean. With a growl, he grabs an ankle, hauling the boy's legs up toward him to unhook the cuffs. Then he lets them drop as he turns back toward the kitchen.

"Ungh! Ow!" Chace's eyes fly open wide as he's grabbed then slam shut as he tries to fight against the urge in his body to release at the sudden yank to his ankle. There's a very real and sudden fear that Mark plans on snapping the ankle he has hold of, but the uncaught leg falls free suddenly and Chace feels himself being dropped. "Nhha! Fuck...thank you, Master. Thank you." Pushing up, Chace makes for the bathroom, cock hard from the need to piss and the thoughts racing through his head from his Master's grip.

Mark smiles as he hears the boy heading for the bathroom quick as he can. He grabs a beer out of the fridge and returns to the couch. A glance at the clock shows that his guests should be arriving in a little bit. He sits the bottle on the small table and picks up his book.

He's not even sure how he makes it to the restroom without making a mess that would surely earn him more than a couple days out in the yard or in a cage, but as he leans against the wall, legs trembling, he finds that he's held it for so long that convincing the muscles it's okay to go is harder than he thought. Finally finishing, Chace washes up then returns to the living room, kneeling down in front of Mark.

"Missing something?" Mark doesn't have to look as his hand lashes out and connects with the boy's cheek. "Stuck on stupid again I see."

Chace cries out as the hit from Mark sends him toppling backward. Scurrying back to his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks, he lowers his head and holds his still bound wrists up. "Master, I can't put it on this way. Not with my wrists hooked."

"You couldn't pick it up with your hands hooked to bring it to me so I could put it on?" Mark speaks almost too slow as he turns to stare at the boy.

Biting down on his lip so hard he tastes blood, Chace finally lifts his eyes as Mark speaks and he hears that tone. Turning slightly, he picks up the belt and offers it up to Mark. "Please forgive me, Master."

Mark snatches the belt away from the boy and slaps it on, yanking on the locks as he snaps them shut. "You like trying my patience, boy?" He slams his book shut and rests it on his chest as he looks at him. "You like seeing how far you can push me? Trying to see how I'm going to snap?"

There are enough things in the words and actions from Mark that tells Chace he's really fucked up that he can't even name them all; two of them that jump out being that his Master doesn't say if he'll snap but how he will and the glare from his Master has him physically trying to shrink back while trying to get the belt to shift to the correct spot. "No Master, I don't. That's not what I was trying to do, honest."

"So you truly just become stupid is what you're saying?" The door bell rings but Mark ignores it. He reaches for the bottle and opens it, taking a drink. "How did you get to second stripe? Cause now I'm wondering if I should have left you for that last six months, then maybe you'd be useful."

What he wants to say is that he's trying and that it's a lot different being all the time than it was hour to hour but, instead, he simply looks up, doing his best to ignore the doorbell. "No Master, 'm not stupid. I'll learn, Master. I'll learn what you want from me, honest I will."

"I hope so, I really do." He grabs the boy by his hair, yanking him closer. "I believe I mentioned something about not being disappointed. About what I was spending my money on? Or did I just imagine that? Could be, cause I thought you were a trained boy. Maybe I imagined that as well."

"Ungh!" Chace's eyes clamp shut, opening slowly as he feels Mark's breath on his face. "No Master, you didn't. You didn't imagine anything, it's just different in trying to remember everything. I'll learn, I don't want to disappoint you, Master." He knows very well how much Mark spent - the sales slip in the frame on his nightstand tells him so every day.

"Then you better start showing me. Maybe after tonight you'll get a better idea." Mark picks up his book, beer in his hand. For all purposes he's forgotten the boy is even there. He settles more into the couch and starts to read.

"After tonight, Master?" Chace's eyes narrow for a moment as he tries to figure out what Mark mean. Mark hasn't said anything about going anywhere or doing anything, then again it isn't like Chace gets advance notice of things. His eyes go back to the clock as he kneels there, counting the minutes until he's allowed a drink.

Mark takes his time drinking his beer. When at last he finishes it, he hands it to the boy. "Go throw this away and get the door."

Nodding as he takes the bottle, he pushes to stand then, making his way to the kitchen, tosses the bottle into the bin before heading to the door. As he reaches out for the knob, his situation smacks him dead in the face - he's answering a door with nothing but a chastity belt on and his whole ass poking out the chains that fit snug to his cheeks. Get the door. Fuck. A deep breath and Chace turns the knob, opening the door, then steps back.

As the door opens, it pulls on the two leash handles looped over the door knob. The two naked blonde men laying in front of the door look up as their collars are jerked. The shorter one sits up so the other man can move out from under him. They both look up at the boy, a question on their face.

"Come in, my Creatures."

At the sound of Mark's voice, smiles appear on the men's faces. They take their leashes off the door knob and crawl into the house. When they reach the couch they tuck the handles under a cushion and stretch out on the floor.

Chace stands there in utter confusion and, at this moment, Mark could actually say he's struck stupid and be completely correct in that assumption. He is not prepared for the doorbell to have been pushed by men wearing less clothing than he is. Watching them move toward Mark, he's both totally in awe of the look of the men and completely confused as they move to his Master's feet. Chace finally garners enough sense about him to close the door then, moving back in front of Mark, sinks to his knees.

The men both glance at the boy as he sits down, then up at Mark. As they see him still reading, they lay back down. The taller one stretches, his back popping as the other moves to rest his head against Mark's foot.

A word from Mark suddenly clicks in Chace's head. Creatures? Both men seem close to Chace's height but the difference in them and himself is like the difference in a combine and a push mower. He can't help or stop the twinges of jealousy as the one man moves in, snuggling closer to Mark's foot. "Master," he finally says, voice quiet, "it's been an hour."

"Yeah, go ahead. Get me another beer." Attention still on the book, one hand reaches down and touches the men in turn. They lean up, looking like overgrown cats as they move under his hand.

"Thank you, Master." Chace doesn't move at first, however, starting to ask if the other men want something but, as the men gain a gentle pet from Mark's hand, Chace growls to himself before pushing to his feet and making his way to the kitchen. With company over - though he doesn't know who they are - Chace only sips at the water, unsure when his next bathroom reprieve will be. He grabs Mark's beer then, taking off the lid, moves back into the living room, kneeling down then handing the bottle up.

The men's eyes follow the bottle, thier gaze dropping as Mark takes hold of it. Laying with both their heads on Mark's feet, they turn to look at the boy with interest, seeming to try and figure him out. The belt garners only a passing glance from either of them as the taller man's hand moves to rest in the other's hair.

As the minutes tick by, Chace decides that apparently it's not for him to know who the people are, even if they have their heads on his Master's feet, and that from the way the two look at ease with the way they are, it's something they've done on more than one occasion - the leashes, however, throw him. "Master, will uhm...will I need to lay out more food for supper?"

"Maybe. I haven't decided if they'll eat or not." Mark looks up from the book, a faint smile on his face. "You very much want to ask, don't you? I'll give you credit for not doing it. I'll let you ask one question now. The rest will be answered in a while."

If they'll eat? Well, that gives more information than Chace expected. It tells him that apparently these men - who have their heads on his Master's feet! - are submissives to Mark. "Thank you, Master." Chace sits there a moment, thinking on what he'll ask then looks up. "Why are they here?"

"They need a break. A vacation from their lives. We do this every so often. They call me to see if I will and then they come over."

Every so often? Chace studies the men for a moment; he's not scrawny by any means, but these men are built like they're made of brick. Suddenly it clicks and he looks up to Mark then back to the other men - why does it strike him so odd that men like that could be submissive? "Thank you for answering, Master."

The two men seem to have no interest in the conversation, or to even realize they're the ones being talked about. They curl up as best they can, then close their eyes. After a minute their bodies relax and they seem to have fallen asleep.

The smile widens. "Did you recognize them or just figure it out?"

"Just figured it out, Master. Never followed wrestling before, so 'm not sure of their names." Though, according to Mark's words, they're 'creatures'. Chace chuckles to himself, knowing if he Googles that, what images he's bound to get.

"And what's so funny?" The smile is still there, the gaze is a little colder.

Chace looks like he's just swallowed a bowling ball as he gazes up, eyes wide, trying to figure out how Mark caught him. "Just thinking, Master, that's all. To find out who you were after the second time, I searched your name on the net. All I know is you called them your creatures and they're sorta built like brick walls. Not sure the results Google would give me on that search."

Mark nods, apparently satisfied with the answer. "And did you just look at the pictures or did you read about my career as well? That will give you the answer about 'Creatures'." He leans down to pet them. As they move in their sleep he stands up and walks from the couch. They reach out for him and find each other instead. They curl up together before falling into a deeper sleep.

"Pictures mostly, Master. Wanted to just get an idea of who you were." A light grin comes to his face as he shrugs. "Didn't know I'd be seeing you again, so at the time, pictures and little articles seemed okay. I remember a few names mentioned here and there, but..." Chace turns, following Mark's movements, eyes glancing back to the men before turning to his Master. "They're close," he murmurs, seeing clearly the comfort the men have with each other.

"You could probably thank David for that. Pretty sure he spent time with both of them during the change over. That or Jeff just needed someone to explain David to him. Adam usually had the most patience to." Mark reaches back to grab his beer, motioning the boy to follow him outside. He sits in one of the chairs, signaling the boy to rest on the lounge chair after a moment's thought.

Chace listens intently, making a mental note of the names so he can hunt them up on the computer the next time he's able to get on. "David is...like a boss?" he asks, pushing to stand and following Mark as the man motions to him to do so. Once outside, Chace stands in stunned silence as Mark points toward the chair then, with a quiet 'thank you' slides into the lounger, shifting to get comfortable with the belt.

"In a way he was." Mark takes a drink, then leans his head back and closes his eyes. "What did you think when you opened that door and saw them?"

Was. That means the man isn't any longer, but before he can dwell on that thought, Mark's question pushes his mind in a different direction. "Honestly Master, for the first time in my life, I think I wasn't just speechless, but brainless too. Even at Citadel, wasn't used to opening doors to naked men with leashes on. At least not that way." He thinks for a moment, then glances up. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask. I might not answer."

"They're wrestlers like you are?" He pauses for a moment, watching Mark's face before continuing. "I uhm...I noticed that they're both..." he swallows, unsure if he should have been looking there in the first place, "pierced. How's that not get ripped out?" That thought alone is enough to bring a shudder and bumps to Chace's skin.

"In all those pictures you saw of me, you ever see my cock showing? Especially with the grappling we do, don't you think we'd have some thing there for protection?" Mark chuckles.

Chace's mind flashes back to all those pictures he saw on the web of Mark and how the man was dressed in several of them. Well, he now knows first hand the man is by far shy in the cock size department, but not one picture showed anything. "Sorta have wondered about that. Spandex kind of shows everything, but those didn't. So, the rings stay in or they take 'em out?"

"They've been in when I see them. Makes it handy to lead them around. They got them not long after they met and we started doing this." He glances in on them. "When they wake up you'll be able to talk to them. This is how they get in the right frame of mind."

"Lead them around?" Chace swallows suddenly, shocked that the thought was actually spoken aloud. His eyes follow Mark's and, for a moment, he stares at the very large men curled up like cats on the floor. "Talk to them? Really?" He's unsure why that thought brings butterflies, but it does. "Frame of mind for the ring or something else?"

"For being away from the ring. They got their headphones on before the show usually. They don't much talk to each other before they go to the ring. Especially when they're battling each other." Mark starts to take another drink, then stops. "I was going to have the rest of the question period for after they woke up, but I've been letting you ask. Interesting."

Chace stares in at the men curled up around each other and it seems so hard to believe that they could, or would, actually go at one another in the ring. He's never followed wrestling, that doesn't mean he hasn't seen how matches go. Blue eyes pull back from the other men and turn to Mark, widening slightly. "I'm sorry, Master. I'll stop. Just, curious I s'pose."

"But it's the curious that's been getting you in trouble lately. You notice them looking at my beer? You could tell they wanted some. But they didn't ask, didn't look at it again after I took it from you. They knew what was expected of them. And they were never Citadel boys. Or even knew about things like this before I met them."

"It has, Master." Chace takes a deep breath, praying against everything that the next words don't gain him time chained out in the yard. Closing his eyes for a moment, he works over the words in his head. "Master, I don't mean to...to, 'm still learning you. At Citadel, there were constants; kneel, say yes sir and no sir and whatever, but even those changed. They've learned how to please you in the time they've known you, what you expect that nobody else would. Did they get it right when they first came to you?"

"I told them once. But then, that's what they're trained to do. You learn the game plan and you follow it. You learn what signals to watch and what they mean. You learn to improvise if something goes wrong. And when you're new, you shut up and do what you're told till you get enough experience to make others want to listen to you."

Chace's eyes focus on his Master as he listens to the words, nodding to the meaning behind them. "Citadel trains us to handle pain. That wasn't a part I had trouble with, I craved it. They train their boys how to kneel perfectly and service and yeah, basic signals. But those signals change hourly once you're in hire. Some sirs want you to talk, others not a word or sound. When how you're told to behave changes by the hour..." Chace stops then, realizing he's babbling, and lowers his eyes, falling quiet.

"And how has what I've wanted from you changed since you came? There is only one thing I ask of you at the end of it all. Obedience. Total obedience. Something you said you wanted to give. What have I said that has countermanded that?"

"No Master, that hasn't changed and neither has my wanting to be here. But," he looks up, blue eyes darting behind dark lashes before looking at the ground once more, "I don't know if I'm allowed to beg, or ask questions, without upsetting you. Until it's too late." Chace feels his throat tighten and curses the emotions filling him. "I know I'm not perfect for you yet," his voice cracks slightly, "but 'm I so imperfect that you won't touch me?"

Mark stares at nothing for a long time. "I don't like having to repeat myself. I don't like stupid questions. And I don't like boys trying to play me to get things how they want them to be. You understand that, right?"

Chace's eyes fly open wide, honestly shocked that he's not being dragged through the yard at this point to the waiting pen. He nods. "I understand, yes Master. I wouldn't try to play you. Not ever."

"Very good. But you did hold your tongue when they came in. And for that..." Mark puts down his beer as he talks. Without warning, he moves to the lounge chair, pushing the boy down onto it as he kisses him. He pins the boy's arms over his head, knees pushing his legs apart as his free hand reaches down and trails along his crack.

Fuck! Fuck! Chace's eyes widen as Mark sets the beer down and moves toward him; he knew he'd said too much, just knew it! But then, he isn't being grabbed or yanked from the chair, he's being pinned with Mark on top of him. The kiss utterly takes his breath as shock, need and passion flood in on him and he groans, rocking his hips upward to give his Master better access to his ass. "Thank you," he murmurs against the man's lips.

"This is what those who please me get." His finger just pushes inside the boy. "Watch them. Learn from them. I lied. I asked them here, to show you what I am used to. To show you how to be." Another finger joins the first as he presses deeper.

Chace tries to focus on Mark's face but the insane pressure of his cock as it struggles against the belt from the pleasure in his body has his eyes rolling back. "I'll learn, Master! Ohhfuck, yes...I will, promise I'll learn. Unghaagod!" As the second finger presses into him, Chace's eyes finally find Mark's face and hold there. "Thank you, Master," he groans out.

"You better." Mark smiles as he moves his other hand to pinch hard at the boy's nipples. Part of him had decided not to touch the boy til he had learned to behave. Til he realized he should remind the boy of the benefits of good behavior. Adam and Jeff would go a long ways to helping him out as well. "Not learning gets you the cages. Learning gets you in my bed with my cock up your ass."

Arching against the onslaught of pleasure filling him, Chace cries out as Mark's fingers find a nipple and, Chace swears, tries to remove it from the skin it's attached to. "I will. Unghhfuck, I will, Master, I'll learn!" If Mark wants him to watch and learn, he'll do everything and anything he can to commit to memory the actions of the men curled around each other - the men that earned his Master's touches.

"That's my thing." Mark kisses him again. "The only thing I will own. You will be with me always, won't you? You need me." His mouth trails down the boy's body, marking it with lips and teeth. "This thing needs its Master. Say it."

Every inch of Chace's body feels like it's on fire, covered in a blaze that he wants to give into, letting it consume him until there's nothing left and his Master's words only add fuel to that fire, the flame brilliant blue. Feeling teeth sink into his skin - his Master's mouth seems to be everywhere at once - Chace begins to speak, "Master's thing needs him, only him. Please Master, please, your thing needs this, needs to be owned in...unghfuck...in every way."

"And my thing will be. Even if it kills him, he will be." Mark moves to stare straight into the boy's eyes as he says the last part, his voice taking on Taker's way of talking. "You're not going to see that money and papers again. You're never going to leave this house and me alive. Your body is mine, it's just a matter of time before your soul is too."

And then it does. With legs up and back arched, cock straining painfully against the belt to harden, every muscle in Chace's body freezes, not at the words so much as the voice that says them. Wide blue eyes stare upward as Mark's words fill him and Chace has no doubt that the man means what he says and it's those words that bring bumps to Chace's flesh. "Yes Master," he says, voice a whisper in the air around them.

"Yes." Mark smiles. A noise from inside draws his attention. "They're awake. They should be themselves now. You can-fuck." He sits up as he sees the dogs running. They move past the barn but aren't barking. "Something's out there. Or someone. Stay in the house, lock up after me." Mark runs though the house, grabbing the keys for his truck before heading out the door. A second later, he follows the route the dogs took.

The sudden change in Mark's voice, his attitude, has Chace confused until the words sink in. "Someone. Something? Master? Yes, okay." He's not completely sure as to what else to even say other than murmur a soft 'be careful' as Mark takes off and Chace makes his way into the house, closing and locking the door behind him as Mark said to. Then it hits him - he's in a house with men that could break him like a toothpick - naked men in leashes and...

Dear god let there be clothes somewhere. He's used to naked men, but these throw him for some reason. "Hi?" he asks hesitantly, looking at the men.

The taller man sits up with a yawn. "A wild guess, someone's on the property and is about to face a very pissed off Mark?"

The shorter one stretches, but stays laying down. "Don't think that's happened in awhile. Must have been cause of him renting out the place to that couple. Someone must have let some directions slip."

Chace moves closer to the men who are, at least, now speaking instead of simply quietly crawling around naked. "The dogs took off and then...I'm s'posed to keep the house locked til he comes back." Cocking his head a bit, he studies them. "Do you want anything? There's tea and water and juice maybe."

"He said we could?" There's surprise in the taller one's voice. "We usually have to wait longer before we can."

Fuck. Chace moves a bit closer, eyes scanning the men. "You still wait for him to give you permission? That's all the time?" He glances toward the kitchen then and sighs. "I didn't mean to try to get you in trouble."

The shorter man nods. "We're his during these times. We've been here just being regular, but he called and it was about time for us to come anyway." He smiles as he shakes his head. "You don't go against what the man says."

Chace grins then, the look slightly knowing on his face. "No, it's not good to do that." Moving a bit closer, Chace's eyes never leave the men. "These times? How long do they last? If you don't mind me asking.

"Few days, give or take. Depends on how long we need them to. He can usually tell by how long we crash when we first get here. Or how long it takes us to crash, he's never really told us how he does." He moves to rest his head in the taller man's lap.

"Hey, sorry. Where are our manners? I'm Adam and this is Jeff." The taller man holds out his hand. "What's your name?"

He moves closer then, wondering to himself if the men will indeed be around days. They seem decent enough, even if the tinge of envy still turns in the pit of Chace's belly at the touches granted them by his Master. Reaching out, he shakes the man's hand with a smile that fades to confusion as his name's asked. "Adam and Jeff, I remember your names from what I saw online. I'm...uh," teeth worry at his lower lip. "His."

"So you are the one he bought. Don't worry, we won't ask for your name again. Don't want to get you in trouble either." Adam adjusts his leash so it's more behind him and out of his way. "Usually he makes sure no one is here when we do this, so he told us about you when he called so we wouldn't be surprised." He frowns, his head tilting. "Was it you who opened the door?"

Breathing a soft sigh of relief, Chace finally sinks to the floor, facing the men. "Thank you. I seem to sorta do enough of that on my own and, yeah, that's me." His eyes follow the movement of the leash and a soft flush of heat colors his face. "That was me that let you in, yeah. You were expecting me, but I didn't expect what I saw at the door."

"Actually was still expecting it to be him that answered. I knew you weren't him, but I didn't know for sure." Adam shrugs. "I usually don't remember much from when I'm like that. How long he leave us out there before you got the door?"

"You didn't act like it really registered there was someone there, but I didn't mind." He didn't mind being ignored by them - watching them curl up at Mark's feet was a different matter. "Not sure actually, twenty minutes, maybe longer. I'd messed up and things weren't so calm in here."

"Yeah, remember how that is. That first day of learning him was," Adam shivers, "yeah, not fun." He smiles as he sees that Jeff has fallen back asleep. "But it was worth it. I still thank Vince for setting us up to be in the Ministry. Though I do wish it had been me and not Jason he whipped. But Mark made it up to me later on."

"First day? You learned him in a day?" Chace's eyes widen and he swears he feels his heart crinkle up and fall to his feet. "You must've been with him a long time from the sound of it. When you guys came in, after you were by him, he sorta...pet you." He tries to think back to the names he'd read on the net about his Master's work. "Jason? He whipped this Jason person?" Blue eyes go just a bit glazed over and he sighs, "He's got a good arm. Great control."

Adam nods. "That he does. And I wasn't, not that way. Just, Mark is a leader in our business. When he says something, you listen cause you know he knows what he's talking about. And he's doing it to help you, otherwise he wouldn't bother. I wasn't that far from being a rookie with the company at that point, so yeah, I knew how to follow his orders. Being in the Ministry just reinforced that. When he showed me this world, it was like I waiting to be shown it. I can't go all the way like he would want, which is why we're only sometimes. So learning to listen at work helped me with listening to him with this." He laughs. "And what is there really to learn when you think about it? You do what he says when he says."

The flush of heat from before turns into a full-blown raging inferno as Adam talks about everything being easy for them in following Mark. "I didn't really know who he was the first time he hired me at Citadel. Things are...were, different there. In the whole of it, I guess I was new there. Not even out of my contract when he bought me." Chace stops then, his mouth opening slightly as he realizes that's the first time he's really said those words out loud. His eyes move to the other man then back to Adam. "I thought it'd be that easy, doing what he says. I just keep getting things wrong. Forgetting to ask for stuff, saying stuff 'm not supposed to."

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You're not in the business. I mean, it's almost like being in the army. The owner tells you what to do, the creative staff does, the veterans really tell you what to do. If you're smart, you shut up and do what you're told. You can work your way into things if you wait a little. You make suggestions when you know they'll listen and hope for the best. And have you seen how Taker was during the Ministry days? There were times when I wasn't following the game plan, I was just literally waiting for his orders and doing them."

"I thought since I was trained by Citadel that here, with him, would be so easy to just fall in line with," he says, chuckling softly, "but it's different obeying one all day every day than knowing in a few hours or less you'll be able to leave and go do what you want." Chace's eyes widen and the color drains from his face as he stares at the other man. "M...ministry? I...I...I saw the black coat and hat and," he swallows, pushing down the thoughts as he glances toward the door, "he's just a little scary like that. No, more than a little. More like scared enough to go brain dead for a bit." The slight curve of lips, however, says that the fear isn't completely a bad thing.

"Oh, then you weren't watching the Ministry days. Night black robe with a hood on it. The sacrifices, him hanging Gangrel and Boss Man. Crucifying Austin and Shamrock. Ministry was Taker just as far as he could go. We're talking cult. I mean, he's always had his Creatures of the Night, since the beginning. But to pull other wrestlers in it too and have them being taken over by him? It was genius and only he could have pulled it off."

"He put on the coat 'nd stuff here, well...there," he says, pointing toward the closet, "and yeah, scary, but..." The more Adam speaks, the more Chace's cock tries in vain to respond and the more his stomach ties into little knots. "Sacrifices and...crucifixions? I mean, they were...they weren't really real, right?" As much as the thoughts bring a sort of enticing fear to his thoughts, he can't help wondering now what's in the basement of Mark's house. "That's why he called you his creatures?"

Adam nods. "The Brood were the last ones to join up, and the first to leave. After Edge and Christian left Gangrel, he got Jeff and his brother Matt. That's how I met him, showing him how to kinda fit in with how David does things."

"I'm sorry," Chace says, the color returning his to face, "I have no clue who most of those names are. Part of me says I need to look on the net, find the names and what they look like, but the other part knows I'm not going to be using their names, so..." He motions to the still sleeping man. "He's your brother? Do you guys come here to relax or is it more a gear up for something? He says I'm s'posed to watch you. How you behave."

"No, he's not." Adam smiles as he runs his hand through Jeff's hair. "He's my love. And not really to relax. More to just get away from everything. To not have to think so damn much. Just be taken care of and not be in control. You have to keep so much in mind, it's nice to not have to be thinking about what's coming up next. And watch how we behave? What's special about that?"