Jack watched Trevor stroll back over to the flag.  Lowering his gun to tell Trevor sharply.  "I don't have to think about, Trevor. Trust is earned. Not given. You have done nothing to deserve mine".  Trevor began to finger the fabric of the flag, answering in a low voice.  "Trust. That is a double-edged sword, Jack. Trust opens you up to be wounded by betrayal".  Jack gripped his gun more tightly, replying just as softly but with a hint of warning.  "You plan to betray us then"?  Trevor smirked, letting his hand fall from the flag to say bluntly.  "I'll admit. Ben did offer me quite a bargain to take the flag. I'm still deciding".  Jack clenched his teeth in anger, lifting his gun to aim at Trevor.  Trevor simply turned to stare back at Jack, casually asking.  "You don't want to do that".  Jack put his finger to the trigger, but snapped out.  "Why not"?! 

Trevor grinned wickedly, stating simply.  "Because Jack, not only will it mark you as a traitor and cause your team to lose. But think of what Dusty will think of you. After all... I worked so hard to convince him that I have changed".  Jack kept his gun trained on Trevor, snapping back.  "You lied to him"!  Trevor chuckled softly, then replied dryly.  "How else could I have gotten on your team to pull off a win for Ben? However, that doesn't change my offer to you. You can still change my mind. You accept my offer and I'll help you win. Say no and Ben's team wins. You want to donate blood, right"?  Trevor took a step closer and Jack raised his gun higher to snap back.  "That doesn't bother me"!  Trevor's eyes had a wicked gleam as he told Jack darkly.  "Would it bother you to know that Barry would be there? You do remember him, don't you"?

Jack's arms felt heavy and he lowered his gun.  Trevor moved even closer to whisper menacingly.  "You'd have to go to the academy to get your blood drawn. Barry is one of the doctors there still. How do you think he will react seeing you again"?  Jack's hands started to shake.  He couldn't think.  He could just feel.  He didn't want to go back there.  He didn't want to even think about Barry the butcher.  Trevor casually pushed Jack back against a wall, telling him through clenched teeth.  "Nothing is more pleasing than seeing the fear in your eyes".  Jack blinked, feeling his fear burn away into hate as he locked eyes with Trevor.  Jack saw Trevor's eyes shift away suddenly, just before the butt of a gun smashed into his face!  Jack flinched, watching Trevor stumble face first into the sand. 

Beside Jack, a woman turned her gun around and shot Trevor multiple times with it.  When his vest went off to signal his death, the woman growled out bitterly to Trevor.  "Mark sends his regards. Although, this one is for my sister"!  The woman leapt forward and kicked Trevor hard between the legs with her steel toed boots!  Trevor's cry of pain echoed throughout the arena and Jack covered his own balls to protect them.  Jack didn't recognize this woman.  She wasn't even on their team!  Trevor curled up into a tight moaning ball, covering his broken nose and balls.  When she whirled around to face Jack, Jack cringed away.  He didn't want to share in that display.  The woman chuckled, asking him in a sudden sweet voice.  "Are you alright"? 

Jack blinked in confusion, but nodded.  The woman smirked at him, draping her gun over her shoulder to say warmly.  "Mark saw your display with Trevor in the dining hall. So, he sent me to keep an eye on you".  Jack huffed softly, asking a bit dryly.  "He didn't come himself"?  The woman lowered her gun, when she seriously answered.  "Since the incident with Orson. Security has been much tighter. We prefer to handle confrontations ourselves".  The game siren went off then to announce the winning team, but Jack ignored it to ask the woman curiously.  "You're not a Sub"?  The woman shook her head with a smile, answering wickedly.  "No. I'm the Master who own the club".  The woman bent down to grab Trevor's arm firmly as Claire ran in to hug Jack.  Jack wrapped a casual arm around her, when she asked with worry.  "Are you alright? We won, but security told us to wait for the siren! They only told us that there was an issue! What happened"? 

Jack simply gestured toward Trevor with his free arm.  The woman turned only slightly to answer calmly.  "Trevor's new master wasn't too thrilled he had entered the game. Plus, he was getting a bit too aggressive for my liking. So, I had the game paused for a bit".  Claire sighed in relief, before telling Jack.  "I find it hard to believe that she trained Mark. I don't know how he survived".  Jack's eyes widened in shock and Claire chuckled.  The woman started to drag Trevor away, shooting out as she passed by.  "That was a long time ago, sis".  Jack gawked at the two of them and Claire shrugged innocently asking.  "What"?  Jack dropped his gun in the sand, sliding down the wall to take a seat.  Shaking his head, he answered.  "It's just been an interesting day. Who won"?  Claire dropped to her knees beside him, happily answering.  "We did. I don't want to brag... but I shot Ben! Instant win"! 

Jack chuckled, but his heart wasn't entirely in it.  Claire noticed and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, when she asked gently.  "Are you sure you're alright? You seem... tormented".  Jack sighed heavily, leaning his head back against the wall as he answered softly.  "Just some shite Trevor had said. He wanted to turn me into a 'good' dog if I helped the others trust him. Otherwise, he was going to betray us for Ben".  Claire lowered her eyes, softly saying.  "Ya... Ben said something like that to Dusty. Rattled him pretty bad. He was heading back to you, when I shot Ben. He was so worried about you. Trevor's a good manipulator. Anything he said was most likely a lie to rattle you".  Jack nodded, but reluctantly said.  "He was right about one thing. I am a terrible submissive".  They sat in silence for a moment, before Claire began to pat his arm in excitement as she told him.  "Ooooo! I just got a wicked idea! Come with me"! 

Jack barely got to his feet, before Claire began to drag him toward the exit.  Claire hardly gave him time to remove the gear, before she yanked him off toward another room across the main hall.  He thought she was going to dislocate his shoulder at the rate she was going!  She pushed open a set of purple doors and pulled Jack quickly inside, saying excitedly.  "Sorry about that. I didn't want Dusty to see you. This place is only open for so long and I didn't want to miss her"!  Jack blushed a deep red.  The room was filled with all manners of toys and gear that he shivered at the thought of having them used on him.  Claire giggled at his paling face, pulling him passed the shelves as she told him casually.  "This is just a small store. Relax, pup".  Claire pulled him up to the glass counter, ringing the little bell like rapid fire!  Jack's eyes drifted to a cock gag and cringed.  He guessed this is where Mark bought his stash.

The beads hanging in the doorway to the back jingled, drawing Jack's eyes back.  Rolling his eyes anxiously, he started to understand what Claire was up to.  Claire leaned against the counter, playfully telling her sister.  "Kate, are you too busy right now"?  Kate crossed her arms under her spiked leather bra, stating obviously.  "Claire, I run the club. I am always busy doing something. What do you want"?  Claire bit her lip, hinting out playfully.  "True, but you USED to train pups at the academy, right? Mark in particular".  Kate rolled her eyes, dryly asking.  "Claire, just spit it out. I've got to close this store up soon".  Claire sat back, bouncing on her feet as she hugged Jack's arm, asking Kate hopefully.  "Could you teach Jack how to be a 'good' pup for Mark? Please?! I know you miss being a teacher. You always said that Mark was your favorite student. Can you help"? 

Jack chuckled nervously, mumbling out.  "I'm not sure this is a good idea. I don't know if I'm cut out to be one of his toys. I'm just too stubborn".  A wicked smile pulled at Kate's lips, before she asked him boldly.  "One of his toys? Jack, you've got this backwards. You're not his toy... he is yours. Sure, you call him Master... but he belongs to you".  Jack stared back at her interested, but confused at the same time.  Kate dropped her arms to beckon Jack into the back room with a smirk.  Claire gave him a gentle push and he followed her cautiously into the back room.  Kate pointed to the floor in the center of the room, telling him in a gentle voice.  "Take your waiting position here. While I tell you what you are, Jack".  Jack reluctantly dropped to his knees, but kept his eyes on Kate anxiously. 

Kate let her fingers drift across his shoulders as she moved slowly around him.  She looked him over closely, her long blood red nails tickling his skin as she told him in a whisper.  "Masters will call you a dog or a submissive... but you are so much more than that. You are Mark's lover. His mate. He prides himself on his strength to pleasure you without physically having sex you. Your job is to break him. To make him want you".  Jack shivered as she removed her fingers from him to stand directly in front of him.  She cupped his jaw in her hand, lifting his head higher to look up at her as she continued on.  "He commands you to tempt him. So, you hold out until he breaks".  Kate released his jaw and gestured to the door, snapping out passionately.  "Out there he is Master. He feels powerful. He feels in control". 

Kate lowered her hand then to brush down his cheek, saying much more softly.  "But you never stop playing the game. Use your eyes to tempt him. Tease him. Make him want to take you home. Because at home... YOU control him. Understand"?  Jack nodded confidently.  He was eager to hear more.  Kate took a few steps back from him, stating in a devilish purr.  "When I'm done with you, Jack. You'll be able to make Mark a slave on his own throne chair".  To Be Continued...