Sean started to put his clothes in a pile. He wasn't shy. He had showered around the guys in the Slums. Being naked wasn't uncommon. However, Nate had always kept people away from him. Allowing him to avoid a lot of physical contact growing up. He always believed that if he didn't look at them that they wouldn't look at him. For the most part it had worked. Yet, as he unbuckled his boots, he found himself looking at Al. He had never seen anything like him. He couldn't help being a little curious. Al was removing his pants by a snap button located above his tail, when his eye rose to look at him. Sean blushed lowering his eyes as to his boot and quickly mumbling out. "So... Al... How long is your tongue?" Nervously looking up, Sean's eyes widened. Flashing a wicked grin, Al opened his jaws enough to let his big tongue slide out past his jaws. It wasn't just long it was thick. Sean swallowed hard. Al's tongue was about as thick as both of his arms together!

Al retracked his tongue, telling him with a deep chuckle. "You should consider yourself lucky. I got the best of both human and reptile." Sean raised an eyebrow, asking a little envious. "Even... below the belt?" Al actually looked like he was blushing, when he looked away and laughed out. "Haven't met a pet yet that can take me." Sean shivered at the thought. Making his way to the murky white colored water, Sean cleared his throat to compose himself. Al dropped to all fours, looking more animal than man now. Al walked slowly around the poolside, his talons tapping the tiles as he told him seriously. "It's a herbal bath. It's good for you." Sean stepped slowly into the warm water, trying to focus on breathing. Al's looks were triggering something primal in him. Every fiber told him to get out of the water. The water was the worst place to be with a gator. Especially, one of Al's massive size. Stepping off the last step, Sean made his way to the edge of the pool. Resting his arms on the edge, he clutched his wrists to keep them from shaking.

The herbal water was just starting to make him feel calm, when Al told him in a predatory growl. "Good. Stay right there for me." Sean shot a quick look over his shoulder, catching how Al carefully crawled down the steps. He slid into the water with barely a ripple, his whole body practically vanishing beneath the surface. The only thing he could see of Al was the very top of his nose and head. As Al slithered through the water toward him, the dim lights refracted off Al's eyes, turning them a striking devil red. The breath caught in Sean's throat as fear gripped him. He had never been so scared of something in his life. A thin clear lid slid up over Al's eyes and with a soft snort, he sank beneath the water seamlessly. Sean turned to face the wall, gripping the edge in a death grip. It was taking everything he had not to rush from the water. Shaking his head, Sean told himself seriously on repeat. "You gave him your word... You can do this." He felt Al's hands very gently grab his thighs, causing a yelp to leave him. Al's touch was light... but his talons were sharp!

Al's hands loosened to adjust and this time his talons curved around his flesh more naturally. Sean leaned down, laying his forehead on his arms as he mumbled to himself dryly. "Fucking hell, Sean... What are you doing?" Al spread his legs and pinned them against the wall of the pool in the most embarrassing position. Sean blushed a deep red, thankful now that the water was murky. It was only when his cock hit the wall, that he heard the metal cock ring and jerked. He had forgotten to tell Al that he had to be careful of that! He was just about to try getting Al's attention. Only to feel his tongue press against his lower back and drag up his spine to the back of his neck. Sean's back muscles loosened up to the soft strength of his tongue, coaxing him to utter blissfully in Gaelic. "Mothaíonn sé sin go hiontach!" Al chuckled, purring back to him in response. "Your master has got a training ring on ya? Oh, boy... This is going to torture you, Mon ami." Sean glanced over his shoulder, mumbling out softly. "What do you mean? And you speak French?"

Al licked his back again, before sinking back into the water, answering lustfully. "Bayou born and raised, Friandise." Sean called his name, trying to get him to answer about the cock ring. He didn't resurface. Sean's thighs shook beneath the water. He felt so exposed. Al's large tongue rose up unexpectedly between his legs, flexing to fondle his entire cock. A burst of Gaelic curses left him between pitched moans of pleasure. Slamming a hand on the tile floor, Sean panted heavily against the tile. Al's tongue moved slow, wedging up the crack of his ass to his lower back. Al's tongue flicked off his skin, then went back down to the bottom of his ass to lick up the cheeks individually. Sean's ass tingled from the weird sensation. The skin there felt sensitive and this kind of attention was turning him on. He tried like hell to fight it. He even resorted to biting his arm. It wasn't enough. He body was rarely touched, let alone played with like THIS!

The tip of Al's tongue brushed his balls, making Sean's toes curl in the water. Muffling a whimper, he breathlessly panted into his arms. "Oh, sweet Jesus... I'll never last five minutes of this..." Al's hands slid up his thighs to the underside of his ass, his thumbs parting his cheeks as he squeezed his ass. Sean winced from his nails, then arched back with a loud moan that echoed off the walls. Al's mouth pushed deep into ass, his tongue finding his asshole and twirling around the rim in a way that had Sean seeing stars. His cock hardened in strong pulses, forcing the ring to expand to let it grow as hard as he desired. There was only one downside. When he reached into the water to jerk himself off to Al's teasing tongue... He couldn't get off. He could get to the edge of his lust, but the ring was squeezing off his release. It refused to let him ejaculate or even reach a dry orgasm! Sean laid over the cold tiles, finally understanding what Al had meant.

He couldn't get off without Mark. All he could do was enjoy the sensation of Al's warm tongue molding over his flesh. Feeling every inch of the muscle caress his body lovingly. He even was starting to enjoy the sensation of Al's teeth as they'd gently press into his skin. His teeth weren't as sharp as his talons and the way they'd slid over his ass and thighs tickled. He found it interesting that his body naturally was slowly doing whatever Al wanted from him. His body wanted to keep a predator like Al calm. No sudden movements and his moans never sounded pained. The only thing he couldn't control was the trembling of his body. However, Al appeared to like that. Al's hands drifted up his sides to hold his waist, his tongue getting bolder with the no penetration rule. Sean shook his head against his crossed arms, panting out heavily to himself. "Al... Don't..." If Al heard him, he didn't show it. Sean inhaled sharply at the way Al's tongue probed him just a little. He was testing the waters and Sean didn't know if he had the strength to stop him.

Al's hands moved over his hipbones, possessively sliding down his front as his tongue licked up his spine again. Over his shoulder, Al's long jaws rested on him, stating to him in a deep husk voice. "How long can you hold your breath?" Sean looked at Al's teeth, breathlessly replying. "Not long. I don't swim much. What about you?" Al's tongue flicked out the side of his mouth to lick his neck and cheek. Then with another chuckle, he answered teasingly. "An hour." Sean cleared his throat anxiously in response. Al's hands sprang from the water to grab him wrists, pinning them down to the tiles. Sean tensed, asking in a sudden wispy voice. "Al? What are you doing?" Al's talons cracked the tiles as he applied enough pressure to keep Sean from pulling his hands back. Behind him, Sean felt Al shift closer, pinning his body up against the wall. Sean shuddered. He felt tiny against Al. Al nuzzled his neck with his nose, purring out in a deep rumbling voice. "Tu sens bon. Reste immobile."

Sean closed his eyes and just stayed very still. He could feel Al's body vibrate as he growled softly. Al's tongue licked across his shoulders in a way that was rather calming. Part of Sean was wondering if Al was actually really sweet under his intimidating appearance. Or was he struggling with another side of himself? Was this just his way of fighting off his predatory nature? Forcing himself to relax, he leaned back into Al to test something. Al paused briefly, taking deep inhales of his skin. With his chest exposed, Al's tongue drifted along his collarbone. Sean's fingers rose between Al's to feel the soft warm scales. Sean then tilted his head back against Al, taking deep breaths. Al smelled strongly of leather and cigarette smoke. It was scent that he was used to in the Slums. It almost made him feel at home. His body was just starting to relax completely... until something BIG rose between his legs. Sean's eyes opened wide, his legs tensing back up. By his throat, Al lovingly purred to him. "No one has ever stayed still this long before..."

Sean chuckled lightly, telling him honestly. "I gave you my word. Five minutes... Then we'll see what happens." Al chuckled, before seriously warning him. "Whatever you do... Don't run from me. It won't end well for you..." Sean took a jagged breath, asking under his breath. "At this point... I don't think I could if I wanted too." Al's warm breath puffed over his throat, upon saying softly. "You're very brave... Most break their promise to me by now." Sean smirked a little, saying in a low tone. "Ya... I'm stubborn like that. I have a thing about owing people..." Al's talons rose from the cracked tiles, whispering to him in a warm voice. "I know exactly what you mean. Consider our debt settled, Sweetmeat. Merci d'avoir tenu ta promesse." Al lifted his hands off his and Sean nicely told him in a light playful response. "Um... Tá fáilte romhat?" Al chuckled, backing off him as he purred out happily. "I like you. I expect our first race will be... much different." Sean turned to look at Al with shock. Was he not counting that as a win? Did he know what happened?

Al winked at him, snorting as he sank in the water and told him dismissively. "The others will tell you that bike has a history for motor failure. That you chose poorly." Sean turned slowly to face him, asking curiously. "And what would you say?" Al locked eyes with him, his head hovering over the surface as he seriously retorted. "I say that a bike is only as good as the racer. You can have the best racing equipment in the world... and still be only second rate. A true racer isn't made... cause it's in their spirit. It's primal. It's a freedom like no other. You either chase that rush... or you don't. It's not something you can just teach. You have to feel it." Sean narrowed his eyes on Al, saying coolly. "Did you know I wouldn't win?" Al shook his head casually, honestly replying. "No. But I'll tell you this because I like you... Check your bike regularly. I'd hate for that kind of thing to happen in our next race. If you get my drift?" Sean nodded seriously. He got the message loud and clear.

The doors burst open at the end of the hall, causing Al to jerk with a loud aggressive snarl. Sean froze, his eyes on Al. Hugging the pool edge, he heard the Valkyries storm toward him, yelling out. "Hey Mutt! You're coming with us!" Two Valkyries rushed up to grab him and he huddled down in the pool, trying to warn them desperately. "Guys! Bad timing! Don't-" Just as they reached him, Al burst from the pool in a primal frenzy, snapping his jaws on a Valkyrie and yanking him into the pool. The Valkyrie screamed until Al took him beneath the water, tossing the water about in his wake. The second Valkyrie jumped back from the pool edge with shock. Al's thick tail thrashed in the water, giving Sean enough time to heft himself from the pool. Dashing toward his clothes, he planned to run. The other Valkyrie ran up behind him though, lifting him off the ground in his android grip. Sean squirmed wildly, trying to break free as he screamed out. "Let me go! I didn't do anything!"

The Valkyrie dropped to a knee, shoving Sean into the cold tiles as he responded loud and clear. "Stop resisting! You are being contained due to your aggressive behavior with other Pets in this establishment. You will come with me to isolation. Where you will wait until your Master is called to come pick you up." Sean looked over his shoulder, stating aloud. "Fuck you!" Seconds later, Sean winced as Al launched from the pool. Letting out an aggressive snarl, Al's tail swatted the head off the Valkyrie in one powerful hit. The exposed neck sparked with open wires, collapsing to the floor. Sean scrambled to get up before the sparks hit the wet tile. Snatching up his clothes, he staggered to a stop halfway down the hall to look back. Al was staring right at him with menacing eyes and teeth bared. Sean swallowed, saying suddenly terrified. "Al?" Al hissed, starting to crawl toward him on all fours. Sean glanced toward the door and then at Al. Al had told him not to run. Slowly sinking to his knees, he stayed as calm as he could.

Al crawled up to him, his nose inches from his face. Al growled, inhaling his scent. Sean closed his eyes, looking away from him. Another set of Valkyries burst through the door, but this time they came prepared. One shot Al in the neck with dart, causing him to hiss at them before slumping to the floor. Sean barely turned around before another dart struck him in the neck. For a second he was upright... and then he was on the ground. Within seconds he was out cold. When he awoke, he had been moved to a small padded room. Sitting up, he cursed. His neck hurt from the dart's impact. It was going to bruise; he could feel it. He looked for his clothes and cursed again. They had taken everything and left him in a white bath robe. Rubbing his neck, he tilted his head back against the wall. That's when he noticed the large circle in the ceiling. A fucking camera. Lifting his hand, he flicked off the camera and snapped out. "HEY?! How long have I been in here?!" Sean shifted, only to wince with pleasure.

Opening his robe, he hung his head and muttered out. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me..." He was still hard. The ring hadn't let it go down! Punching the floor with frustration, he pulled his legs up to rest his head on his knees. This was a fucking nightmare. The door opened and Sean muttered out darkly. "Go away! I'm dealing with a crisis." Mark's warm voice answered in response. "No, that's what I'VE spent the last two hours dealing with." Sean lifted his head, avoiding looking at him. Just hearing Mark's voice sent ice through his veins. Mark casually stepped into the room, informing him in a stern voice. "Shall I begin with the Pets you fucked up... The day before the Male Pet Expo? Or should I start with how you almost destroyed this planet?" Sean blinked, mumbling out confused to the last bit. "What? It was just a race..." Mark crouched down in front of him, their eyes finally meeting. Mark's eyes were as dark as his attitude, when he retorted seriously. "Is that what you think?"

Sean shrugged, unsure how to answer. Mark clasped his hands between his bend knees, continuing on dryly. "Let me put it to you like this. A few years ago, we almost went to war over a planet claiming they had better tech. We disagreed. To settle the dispute, we held a race. Our tech versus theirs. Our tech only won because we had help from other foreign planets that put a lot of money in MY companies. Companies they trust to keep things simple and fair for everyone on or off this planet. Now think of how bad it would look if our NEW tech... gets beaten by one of their generic bikes? Let me tell you... It would start by them wanting me to switch to their tech. They'd fire my off-world workers to make room for theirs. They'd jack prizes for lesser quality. And I'd have thousands of VERY pissed off clients that wouldn't be able to feed their families because of it. Without the delicate trade system that we have with off-worlders for food and other supplies... this planet would have been eradicated years ago."

Mark reached out to lift Sean's chin with his fingers, leaning in to add with a subtle death threat. "I've worked my whole life to keep the peace and balance between these races... And I will be damned, if my Empire comes crumbling down because you can't stay out of trouble for one fucking day." Sean licked his lips, coolly replying a bit snippy. "I didn't know... but now I know who blame for humiliating me. Because of you I had to-" Mark's hand dropped to flip open Sean's robe, revealing his hard on and cutting him off to say in a barely contained tone of voice. "Oh, I know all about that too... But we'll talk more about that at home. Right now... You wanna explain how you are going to make up thirty-three thousand credits for the two Pet's medical bills and another forty thousand for their losses at the Milking Expo?" Sean flipped his robe shut, lowering his eyes to the floor as he mumbled out. "I don't know..." Mark took ahold of his jaw, turning it carefully until their eyes met again.

Staring into his eyes, Mark's voice suddenly turned softer as he said discreetly. "You've forced my hand, Sean... The Master's are demanding punishment... And if I refuse..." Mark drifted off, removing a black silk scarf from his pocket. Sean shifted nervously, asking him in a shaky voice. "What are you going to do?" Mark let out a sigh, then honestly told him. "You hurt their Pets. By law, I have to bring you out and punish you publicly. However, how I punish you is MY right. So, for your sake. I'm letting you put this on." Mark brought the silk scarf to his eyes and firmly tired it around his head. Sean started to reach up to touch it, when Mark grabbed his wrists. Mark pulled him closer, whispering into his ear seriously. "I need you to do this without complaint. If you refuse... the law dictates that the crowd gets to punish you anyway they see fit. It rarely happens... but given your nature. Don't. You won't like what they'll do to you." Sean hung his head, mumbling out curiously. "Tell me what you're going to do to me..."

Mark pulled Sean to his feet, his hands going to his chest to slide the robe down his body. Sean's hands instinctive went to his erect cock. Mark moved behind him, then reached around to pull his wrists behind him. Sean resisted a little, until Mark whispered comfortingly over his shoulder. "They aren't allowed to touch you unless I say so. I'm gonna walk you out to the gates. You'll kneel and apologize to them. I'll spank you... and then I'll take you home." Mark finished tying his wrists together with another silk cloth, prompting Sean into shakily asking. "Do I have to be naked for this? Aren't you an Elite? Don't you make the rules?" Mark's hands touched his arms comfortingly, sadly answering. "I don't have authority over laws. That belongs to Elite Matthias... and we haven't gotten along since he was made... He believes I hold too much sympathy toward Pets. He believes that in a case of saving a Master or a Pet... That I would choose the Pet." Sean raised an eyebrow, questioning him lightly. "Why would that be bad...?"

Mark huffed so softly that he barely caught it. Leaning into him, Mark whispered discreetly into his ear. "Because Masters run everything in Valhalla and the Galaxy. Pets are just... Pets." Sean turned slightly; his lips very close to Mark's without realizing it. In just as much of a discreet voice, Sean whispered back. "Now I'm curious... What happened to your last Pet?" Mark's grip tightened on his arms. Without a word though, Mark snatched up the robe and started shoving him out the door. Sean guessed by his change in attitude that he had struck a nerve with him. To Be Continued...  

Translations: 'Mothaíonn sé sin go hiontach.' (Gaelic) = "That feels great."  'Friandise.' (French) = "Sweetmeat."  'Tu sens bon. Reste immobile.' (French) = "You smell good. Stay Still."  'Merci d'avoir tenu ta promesse.' (French) = "Thank you for keeping your promise."  'Tá fáilte romhat?' (Gaelic) = "Your welcome?"