Mark guided Sean carefully by his arm out to the gates. He made sure to go slow and stayed behind Sean as he steered him through one of the gates as it opened. Out in the open lobby, the two Masters were already waiting with scowling faces. They weren't alone either. Beside them, Elite Matthias stood with his Valkyrie guards. One of the Valkyries was holding a box of Sean's stuff, letting Matthias sort through it. Mark pulled Sean to a stop, giving the two off-world Nobles a polite bow of his head. The two Noble Masters bowed back, before the Mistress that resembled a large human spider moved closer to look at Sean. Her many eyes across her face narrowed on Sean as she sneered out. "This the Mutt?" Mark put a hand to the back of Sean's neck, instructing him casually. "Sean, kneel." Sean hesitated, but Mark nudged the back of his knee with his own. Helping Sean down to his knees, Mistress Weaver's head darted in his direction to hiss out. "What's this? Is he untrained? Did you let an untrained Mutt into the Pet center?!"

Mark inhaled deeply, reassuring her calmly. "He lacks social skills, but-" Matthias cut him off to interject bluntly. "That he did. He's a wild Slum Mutt." Mistress Weaver tensed on her eight long black legs, barring her fangs at Sean. Mark shot a stern look at Matthias, before telling the Masters seriously. "This won't happen again." Mistress Weaver brushed her long black bangs with jeweled beads away from her face, upon stating out. "It shouldn't have happened to begin with! What were you thinking?! Putting a vile creature like that in with Pets?" The other Master stepped forward. He had the appearance of a large human looking white bat. He tilted his head pulling his golden glasses off his face to clean them as he interjected quickly in a screeching off-world language. Mark had to listen closely to him to catch it all, then replied politely back to him in his native tongue. "I did know about his nature. I just thought socializing would help him. Isolating him would only make his behavior worse." Master Echo nodded with understanding.

Mistress Weaver waved a hand dismissively, grumbling out. "Ugh... Enough with the screeching... The financial matter has been dealt with. I will live with the losses... But I am concerned. How many other untrained Pets are in this establishment?" Matthias puffed himself up, stating out. "There are a few. But I'm working with Hecate to resolve these... Security Risks." Mark stiffened. This was the first time he was hearing about this. Matthias cleared his throat with a smirk, telling Mark coolly. "Well then. Shall we get this over with? How shall you be punishing him?" Mark recognized that tone. Matthias was hoping Sean would rebel and then HE'D get to punish him. Ignoring his brother, he took a knee to tell Sean seriously. "Bow and apologize to Mistress Weaver." Sean's body tensed with reluctance, but he bowed his head. Mark guided Sean down lower to the floor. When Sean's face and chest were a few inches from touching the floor, he held him there and told him sternly. "Now apologize."

Sean shifted uncomfortably, before mumbling out. "I'm sorry." Mark squeezed his shoulder in warning, correcting as calmly as he could. "Sean, you are speaking to an off-world Noble and a Master. Apologize... better." Sean let out a heavy sigh, then said a bit clearer. "I'm sorry, Mistress Weaver. I won't do it again." Mistress Weaver crossed her arms under her busty chest, sighing out lightly. "Boy's got an ego that I'd like to crush under my heels... but I accept it." Mark loosened his grip to let Sean sit up for a second. Sean tilted his head back, blindly staring up at her to growl out. "Suck my-" Mark quickly clasped his hand over Sean's mouth and yanked him back against his shoulder. Mistress Weaver's legs all spread out menacingly as she leaned down to Sean's level. Her fangs dripping with toxin as she purred out. "Oooo, I'll gladly suck the vitality right out of him!" Mark shifted to get between them, calmly telling her. "Thank you, but I can't break his spirit if he's dead."

Mistress Weaver pouted but shrugged it off as she mumbled out wickedly. "I can always just paralyze him for you. It would make breaking him so much easier." Master Echo moved up, waving the Mistress back with his gentle hand. Mark coaxed Sean into making him apologize again to Master Echo, then told them all seriously. "I'll spank him five times and-" Matthias huffed, retorting back sternly. "Five? Mark, he put two Pets in the hospital with broken bones. Don't go light on him. That's not justice. The pain he feels should fit that which he dealt out. Shall we say... whip his ass until it bleeds?" Mistress Weaver turned a concerned look on Matthias as she firmly said. "I'm all for playing rough... but my Pet was merely broken. To draw blood when my Pet barely had a nosebleed seems... unfitting." Master Echo screeched out his agreement with Mistress Weaver, then retorted in his language to Mark. "Till he's red. I think that's fair. He'll hurt but he won't suffer. Pets will be Pets. They fight."

Matthias stared blankly at Master Echo. He didn't understand him. Mistress Weaver waved a hand to Master Echo, slipping in coolly. "I can agree with that. He should feel the pain of what he's done... but this is supposed to be just public humiliation. Any of the harsher punishments for this matter falls to the Master of the Pet. The Master dictates how to train him. I wanna see him hurt, but I don't need to see bloodshed over it." Mark nodded with reluctant agreement. Raising a leg, he grabbed Sean and forced his chest down over his leg. Sean struggled a bit, until Mark told him sternly. "Sean, be still." Mark took his tied hands, moving them farther up his lower back. He didn't want to hit Sean's hands. Mark took a deep breath, putting his free hand to Sean's ass. Sean's legs tensed and he shifted anxiously. Mark ignored everyone, his eyes observing every part of Sean. Holding Sean's hands in a gentle grip, he told him seriously. "You understand why I'm doing this, Sean?" Sean hung his head with a soft groan, answering through clenched teeth. "Yes... Sir."

Mark nodded. That was as good as he expected to get from him. Raising his hand off Sean, he waited and then struck him up across the fat of his ass. Sean jerked, but didn't make a sound. Mark saw him locking his jaw and resisting the urge. Which really wasn't helping his case. These Masters wanted to hear him cry out. It would show them that he felt bad. That he was learning that what he had done was wrong. By resisting... he was stubbornly showing them how hard it was to get him to learn a lesson. Mark struck him at a steady pace. Allowing him to breathe between each strike. When Sean wasn't reacting to his hits, he put a little more power behind them. That's when Sean started shuffling his knees on the floor and moaning softly. Mark struck him across both cheeks and Sean yelped loudly. Mark put a hand to his ass, feeling how warm it was now. Sean's ass was starting to turn a bright red. Mark struck him again and Sean's hands struggled with his hold.

Sean wanted to cover his ass, but he couldn't let him. Raising his hand, he went to do one more, when Sean lifted his head and pleaded breathlessly. "I'm sorry! Please? No more..." Matthias snorted, telling Mark seriously. "Keep going." Mistress Weaver shot him a fowl look, sharply saying aloud. "That's bold of you to say. He's not YOUR Pet. You don't know his limits." Matthias straightened up, seriously retorting. "With all due respect. He's a Slum Dog. A liar. He'll say and do whatever to let himself off easy. They are used to violence. He can take a lot more than this. Don't let him fool you." Mark ignored Mattias to watch Sean. Touching the red skin of his ass, he watched Sean flinch and hiss. Gently stroking Sean's ass, he firmly told Matthias. "We're done. They said until he was in pain and red. He is. They got what they wanted." Mark pulled Sean up, smirking only a little to himself. Sean's cock was dripping now. Did Sean know? How much of that had he liked?

Turning Sean to face him, he pulled him up to his feet and draped the robe around him. Matthias kept spouting the difference between Valhalla law and Slum Dogs. While Mistress Weaver defensively shot back the importance of Pet training. Master Echo rolled his big bat eyes, giving him another bow before discreetly slipping away. Mark couldn't help following his lead. He didn't want to stay for more of his brother's bullshit. Quickly making his way over to the elevator, Mark snatched Sean's things from the Valkyrie guard. Once inside, he hit the button and sighed with relief as the doors hissed closed. Sean leaned back against the glass wall, mumbling out in a hurt tone. "I've never been more embarrassed in my life..." Mark set down the box and moved closer to Sean. Sean cringed as Mark slid his arms around his waist. Reaching for his wrists, Mark began untying them, telling him softly. "That's really the point. It's not a punishment if you don't feel bad after. It's what keeps you from doing it again and others from repeating your mistake. Otherwise, anything lighter and you'd just do it again."

As the scarf was pulled off Sean's wrists, Mark regaled into his ear gently. "It's normally not that bad... but my brother has it out for me... Are you ok?" Sean's hands blindly moved along his hands as he answered under his breath. "Ya. Just sore... and... thinking about the day I've been having." Mark's eyes looked down at Sean's bare thighs, moving the robe a bit to see the light scratches on his skin. Al's talons had nicked him in different places. Sean's hands started to go up to remove his blindfold, when Mark stopped his wrists. Sean tensed, asking him in a wispy voice. "What...?" Mark narrowed his eyes on his own hands. His grip on Sean's wrists were tight. Forcing them to loosen up, he calmly asked him in a low voice. "Why did you do it?" Sean tilted his head a little, clearly confused. Mark released one of Sean's wrists to slam his fist on the elevators hover feature. The button cracked from his aggression and Sean flinched as the elevator stopped. Taking his wrists again, he pinned them against the wall.

Sean stiffened, while Mark stared down his blindfolded eyes, asking him seriously. "You barely let me touch you... but you let Al touch you like that?" Sean's cheeks turned a bright pink, causing him to look away as he mumbled out weakly. "That was... I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't-" Mark brought his lips to Sean's ear, his voice straining to stay calm as he said. "I didn't ask what made you do it. I asked you why you let him do that to you." Sean turned his head slightly in his direction, answering coolly. "I gave him my word. Once I give my word... I'm bound by it unless released. It's the only law the Slum lives by." Mark could smell Al's cigarette smoke on him. It disgusted him. Mark looked away to inhale cleaner air. When Sean accused him in a softer voice. "Are you jealous?" Mark tensed, dropping his hands from Sean's as he stepped back. Sean lowered his hands slowly down the wall, adding very softly now. "Oh my god... you are... How much did you see?" Mark turned to face the doors, closing his eyes to get himself under control. Taking a few deep breathes, he answered much more neutrally. "I had to review it all."

Sean pushed the blindfold up to his forehead, stating out a bit awkwardly. "He didn't fuck me." Mark couldn't help snorting with amusement, half-chuckling out under his breath. "Ya. I know that much. You would have blood leaking down your leg if he had. He's nineteen inches long when he's hard and he's known for being rough." Mark pressed the button to get the elevator moving again, glancing back at Sean. Sean was looking down at his erect cock with bright red cheeks. He was just now noticing the precum leaking down his leg. The second Sean caught him looking, he quickly covered himself, asking completely embarrassed. "Speaking of... The training ring... could you...?" Mark moved back to stand in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, Mark snaked his fingers into the robe. Sliding his fingers over the skin of Sean's hipbone, he leaned in closer and whispered in a deep teasing voice. "After everything you pulled today... I should let you suffer until the Milking Expo."

Sean reached out to touch the side of his neck, staring into his eyes with eyes of pure fire as he whispered huskily over his. "But you won't... Wanna know how I know? Cause guys like you... can't stand when another man plays with your toys. So, the way I see it... This only ends one way... I'm willing to bite the bullet to end this need... as long as you play by the same rules that I gave Al." Mark took ahold of Sean's jaw, shoving him firmly against the glass. Sean's expression didn't change, he just removed his hand from his neck. Mark smirked a little, stating lightly over his lips in return. "You're right about one thing... but you don't get to set the rules with me. You'll obey and you'll like it." Sean lifted his chin defiantly, his eyes still burning into him with a hidden challenge as he said smoothly in response. "Whatever you do... It won't change anything. I'm not yours." Mark loosened his hand enough to trace his thumb over Sean's lips. Sean closed his eyes, his breathing turning heavy against his thumb.

The elevator stopped and Mark stepped into him to say right against his ear. "For now. We'll see if you still say that after you visit the playroom." The doors to the elevator opened and Mark stepped away to pick up the box of Sean's things. Sean stayed against the wall watching him with cloudy eyes. Sean's internal fire was starting to smolder against his growing lust. It would only get worse on the ride home. Mark gestured him out toward the car, smirking devilishly behind his back. He felt like he was playing a dangerous game with Sean... but he couldn't resist playing it. To Be Continued...