The next morning, Sean opened his eyes to the sounds of Mark talking in the living room. He vaguely recalled his dream now, but hearing Mark's voice made him blush. Sitting up, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to think about anyone or anything else. Carefully slipping from the bed, Sean tested if he could stand up without feeling sick. Other than being really lightheaded, he felt alright enough to walk to his door. Opening it just a crack, he leaned on the doorframe for support and peeked out. Mark was dressed in his white uniform, pacing the length of the room as he spoke into an earpiece heatedly. "I don't care if you've tested it a thousand times! Did you ever consider the effects for long term?!" Sean couldn't hear the response, but he watched Mark stop in his tracks to growl out darkly. "Matthew, so help me... I'll drive over there and kick your ass! I didn't say your math was wrong! I'm simply saying that the antidote you gave me isn't working!" Sean placed his hand absently against his collarbone. Rubbing along the base of his neck, he let that sink in. Had Mark been secretly drugging his food? Sean's eyes went to the empty dog bowl of soup from last night. Was that why he kept pressuring him to eat it?

Sean started to run his hand up his neck as a kind of comfort, when his fingers touched the steel collar. Curling his fingers around it, he tugged on it to no avail. It was still locked in place. Lowering his hand in defeat, he jumped in surprise as Mark slammed his hands on the table and yelled out in frustration. "Don't tell me to be patient! You designed this crap and I expect you to know how to remove it!" Mark suddenly removed his earpiece and threw it across the room, causing it to shatter upon its impact with the wall. From the kitchen, Amy timidly asked him. "What did he say?" Mark leaned over the dining table, muttering out through clenched teeth. "The little shit hung up on me... but he 'thinks' that Sean will be fine. Everything is tests and theories with him. He can't just give me a straight fucking answer. I don't understand why Mother felt the need to make him. He's a pain in my ass!" Amy chuckled very lightly, picking up a cup of coffee to take to him.

Mark straightened up to accept it from her, asking a bit nicer. "What are you laughing about?" Amy brushed her hair back over her shoulder, grinning brightly as she sweetly told him. "Nothing. I've just never seen you get so worked up about a pet before. You and Matthew have never seen eye to eye... but you've never criticized his work. What sets Sean apart from your other pets?" Mark looked into his coffee cup, before answering distantly. "He's not afraid of me." Amy shrugged, innocently saying aloud with a smile. "I'm not afraid of you." Mark smirked, chuckling to himself as he looked up at her to say warmly. "And I'm grateful for that, Peebles." Amy brushed her hair behind her ear with a blush, telling him casually. "I have Sean's smoothie ready. Shall I take it to him?" Mark sipped his coffee, before answering just as casually. "No. I'll take it to him myself." Sean opened his door wider, stating out lightly. "Or I can get it myself?" Mark slowly turned to look at him with a cool expression. Amy gave him a polite bow, allowing Mark to tell him nicely. "Good morning. Feeling any better?"

Sean nodded, slowly making his way carefully to the table. Grabbing the back of a chair for support as a wave of weightlessness hit him, he leaned down and admitted a little worried. "I feel really weak though..." Mark set down his cup and moved up to his side. Sean leaned away from him a bit, wincing as Mark's hand took ahold of his arm. He hadn't gotten over Mark's touches from the night before. Mark put the knuckles of his free hand to his forehead, telling him calmly. "You'll be ok if we can get you to keep down your food." Amy brought a tin cup over with a thick pink liquid inside it. Sean looked at it, then asked her curiously. "What is this?" Amy grinned, promptly replying. "I think you'll like it. It is a banana, strawberry, and peanut butter smoothie." Mark looked from the smoothie to Amy, asking enviously. "You've never made this for me." Amy giggled to herself, answering with a little shrug. "You never told me to make you one. Would you like one?"

Mark puffed himself up, curtly stating out. "Yes. I was wondering why the kitchen smelled so good." Amy skipped back into the kitchen to make more. Leaving Sean to pick up the cup and try a little. It was really thick, but the flavors burst over his tongue. It was sweet at first with a familiar banana taste that led into a heavier flavor. Sipping it a little at a time, he waited to see if he could keep it down. Mark activated little cleaning robots to clean up the shattered earpiece. Then he settled himself down on the couch with his coffee and informed Sean curiously. "Since you are feeling better. I want to start with basic commands. Things you'll need to know when we go out in public." Sean stayed standing by the table, sipping his drink more before mumbling out dryly. "Whatever." Mark raised his index finger into the air, asking him with a smirk. "Can you guess what this means, Sean?" Sean smirked wickedly over his drink, raising his middle finger in response. Mark lowered his hand, leaning back to cross his legs as he told him seriously. "You wanna fuck me? Cause I'm sure I can arrange something for you."

Sean dropped his hand with a shocked expression. That wasn't what he had expected Mark to say. Mark smirked back at him devilishly, asking him rather smugly. "Feel like listening now. Or should I take you to the playroom and give you what you want?" Sean took a long sip of his drink to avoid answering. Mark pointed down at his feet, coolly saying in a tender voice. "This means for you to come to this point immediately." Sean noticed that Mark didn't change his hand position. So, he took the hint and crept forward to stand in front of him. Sipping more of his drink nervously, he mumbled out. "Do you have to teach me this stuff? I thought I was just going to be milked behind a glass. How hard is that?" Mark sat up straight, informing him in a calm collected tone. "These signals come in handy in crowded rooms. I don't yell across the room in public. So, you'll need to be observant. Failure to do so will result in punishments or worse, depending on what you're doing. Am I clear?" Sean nodded in understanding, keeping his opinions to himself.

Mark carefully took his cup from him, setting it on the table and pointing to the ground with his index finger and thumb. Sean stood confused, until Mark informed him nicely. "Sit." Sean started to move to sit on the couch, but Mark raised his foot to block his path. Sean glared at Mark through his bangs. Mark showed him the gesture again. Sean reluctantly lifted his chin and slowly kneeled in front of him. Mark reached out to place his fingers under Sean's chin, lifting his head up more to expose his throat. Sean gritted his teeth, reminding himself repeatedly that he was doing this for his bike and no other reason. Mark's fingers slid along the underside of his chin, then touched the steel collar. Sean stayed very still, staring up at the ceiling to distract himself. Mark's fingers curled around the collar and slowly pulled him closer. Sean closed his eyes tightly, forcing his hands to stay on the floor between his legs. Was Mark testing him? Was he going to kiss him like he had in his dream?

Mark brought his lips to his ear, asking him in a sudden smug whisper. "Very good. Shall I reward you?" Sean didn't respond. He wasn't sure he wanted to say anything without knowing exactly what the reward was. Mark stayed close to his ear, whispering softly. "I think you've earned it." Mark's free hand slid up Sean's bare arm to join other hand at his neck. Mark didn't release his collar, but his finger messed with something on his other hand. Sean jerked a little to try and see what he was doing. He couldn't see and worse, Mark stayed close enough that he could feel his breath on his ear. Sean opened his mouth to ask what he was doing, when he got his answer. Sean inhaled sharply, his hands rising off the floor to claw at the couch cushion between Mark's legs. Sean's eyes rolled back, his heart jumpstarting into a race around his ribcage. The ring between his legs had turned on and it was stimulating him in a way that was almost too powerful for his senses. The ring pulsed and warmed itself, until Sean was bending over on all fours and panting heavily.

Mark chuckled deeply against his ear, purring out with amusement. "Your emotions are just as wild as you are." Sean locked his jaw, trying desperately to hold back his pleasured moans. The ring stimulated the deep muscles of his cock, coaxing it to get hard with a greedy need that he couldn't deny. Sean had never felt more embarrassed. His body was completely out of his control. Sean backed up in a meek attempt to pull away from Mark, but his ass hit the coffee table. Mark's grip on the collar tightened, pulling him back up to where he had been. Sean whimpered reluctantly, breathlessly pleading out. "Stop it... Turn it off." Against his ear, Mark calmly ordered him in a soothing voice. "No. I wanna hear you." Sean forced himself to swallow to keep from drooling. Bowing his head, he noticed his body was rocking unconsciously to the pulsing of the ring. Groaning in frustration, he growled out between his clenched teeth. "Hear what?!" Mark's lips brushed over his cheekbone and Sean shivered from the light tingles it gave him. Mark's warm breath puffed over his cheek, answering so cool and confident. "I wanna hear what you sound like when your pride gives in to pleasure."

Sean's hands dropped back to the floor, clawing at the white carpet as he reluctantly moaned out. "No... You won't break me!" Mark chuckled almost sinisterly, whispering over his cheek. "I don't want to break you. On the contrary, I don't care what you do. As long as you are aware of the fact that you are my pet." Sean shut his eyes, shaking his head. Mark pulled him up to the couch by his collar, his free hand sliding under Sean to touch his stomach. Sean sucked in his gut and jumped but couldn't break from Mark's iron grip. Mark's hand pulled his tank top up to his shoulders, stroking the curves of his abs as he purred to him. "I paid for wild and I expect you'll give me nothing less." Sean turned an icy glare on Mark, breathlessly straining out. "You... I will get free. This... It proves nothing." Sean put his legs together, trying to fight back the urge to beg for more. Gritting his teeth, he twisted against Mark's grip weakly. It was useless. His body refused to fight back.

Mark's hand started to ease down passed his belly button, venturing to the hem of his pants. Sean's moan came out twisted between pleasure and frustration. Mentally, he wasn't sure he wanted this. While physically, he couldn't get enough. Mark's lips traced lightly back to his ear, whispering to him in a sweet daring voice. "I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm simply curious. And by all means... I dare you to try and run. You won't get far from me." Sean bowed his head, feeling his body tremble as Mark's fingers crept very slowly beneath the hem of his pants and straight into his thick pubic hair. Sean whimpered a little, shaking his head as he uttered out in a wispy voice. "You don't own me..." Mark grinned against his ear, purring out in a deep buttery voice. "Where would you go, Sean? The Green Dragons are disbanded. You've got nothing to go back to now." Sean slowly looked up with sharp eyes, murmuring out in breathless disbelief. "How do you know that?"

Mark stared directly back into his eyes, answering coolly. "Oh, Sean... Who do you think hired the Red Cyclones to remove you from your undefeated streak? Only an Elite can approve that." Sean lowered his eyes to the floor, muttering out weakly in shock. "You son of a bitch... " Mark's tongue probed Sean's ear teasingly, causing him to whine loudly as his body flared up with pleasure. He wanted to be mad and to lash out, but it was hard when his body was only focused on the pleasure from the ring between his legs... and Mark's warm wet tongue teasing his sensitive ear.  To Be Continued...