Mark unlocked the car, grabbing Sean's arm to slow him down. Sean slowed enough that he could open the door for him. Sean shot him a light glare, before slipping into the seat. Leaning on the door with a smug expression, Mark watched him closely. Sean dropped into the seat, letting out a sharp gasp of pleasure as he rose back up off the seat a bit. Mark closed the door as a grin spread over his face. Sean settled in the seat with an embarrassed scowl, growling out. "Keep grinning and I'll bitch slap that look right off your-" Mark reached for his ring, causing Sean to stop talking. Mark tapped his middle finger on the ring, casually saying aloud. "I can always make it worse." Sean slumped down in the seat, pulling the robe tighter around himself. Without another word, Mark walked around to slip into the driver side. Turning on the car, he floored it backward and Sean jerked with a groan. Mark whirled the car around, making Sean huddle against the door as he bit his hand with a reluctant moan.

Mark smirked to himself. He had forgotten how effective training rings were. On the drive back home, Mark kept glancing over to check on him though. The ring wasn't lethal, it was just uncomfortable after long periods. Knowing that Sean was a virgin made him worry though. If Sean had never been teased, than for him, it would probably feel like dying. Sean was completely huddled up on the seat, biting his arm with a quivering jaw. Switching on autopilot, Mark reached over to grab Sean's thigh. Sean inhaled sharply, but Mark spread his legs to look. Mark relaxed when he saw that Sean was fine... just hard. The car pulled into apartment building and Mark announced his floor. His car rose on the platform to his floor, before Mark pulled out into his parking spot and got out. Moving around the car, he opened the door to let Sean out. Sean staggered out of the car, before dropping to his knees to pant heavily. Mark retrieved Sean's things, then locked up his car. Upon walking up to Sean, Mark pressed his fingers to Sean's throat to check his heartrate.

His heartrate was a little fast, but for as turned on as he was, it was perfectly normal. Going to the door, he opened it and handed the box to Amy. Amy welcomed him home, then started taking the box to Sean's room. Mark went back to offer his hand to Sean, asking him casually. "Need some help?" Sean swatted his hand away, taking a shaky breath before staggering up to his feet. Mark inhaled deeply to let that slide off him. Sean was suffering already. He was just too proud to admit it. Mark closed the door, ordering him firmly. "Go to the Playroom." Sean staggered his way across the room on shaky legs. After locking the door, Mark walked up on him as Sean grabbed the couch to keep from falling to his knees again. Mark moved up behind him, peeling the robe down his shoulders slowly. Sean barely seemed to notice. Taking his shoulders, Mark guided him to the playroom door. Opening the door, he guided Sean in. Sean fell to his knees to moan as he leaned forward on all fours.

Out of habit, Mark ran his hand up between Sean's bare shoulder blades to the back of his neck. It was a gesture he usually did to comfort a distressed Pet. Mark left him to go to the small squared off open shower in the corner. He liked Pets to separate the Playroom from their bedroom. Their bedroom and private shower was their safe space. While the Playroom was designed to help them develop a safe space with their Master. Here, Sean would learn to trust him and in turn he would learn about Sean. Mark turned on the water to get it warm, then moved to take a chain training collar off the wall. Walking up to Sean, Mark held the light chain collar out for him to see and told him calmly. "I want you to put this on." Sean sat up, glaring at it with distain. When he didn't take it, Mark added in softly. "This is a training collar. It's locked with a small padlock. This will tell the other Masters that you are still in training. I should have given it to you before... but I got distracted."

Sean shook his head, mumbling out stubbornly. "No. I don't want it." Mark took a knee in front of him, still holding up the collar as he told him seriously. "You wanna get off? Put it on. Or you can wait until the Expo. Your choice." Sean hung his head with a scowl for a bit, before grumbling out reluctantly. "Fine. But I want it off when I leave." Mark draped the chain collar around Sean's head, telling him lightly. "It's loose enough that you can take it off at any time. It's nothing more than a training collar. You wear it as a symbol that you're learning. Nothing more. Just know... I won't play with you without it on. That collar tells me that you're willing to let me lay my hands on you. Understand?" Sean looked down at the small green padlock, nodding as his only response. Mark reached out to touch his cheek, telling him in a warm voice. "First. I want you to kneel in the shower. I've got to get his smell off you first." Sean's eyes rose to meet his, upon smugly stating out. "You didn't share your toys as a kid, did you?"

Mark lowered his hand to curl a finger around the chain, pulling him closer as he growled out seriously. "I was an only child until I matured into an adult. So... no. Now get his scent off you. Don't make me ask you again." Sean's eyes lowered to look at his lips, his tongue sliding over his own lips self-consciously. Mark could read the lust in his eyes and climbed to his feet to break his focus. He was already in hot water. He didn't need Sean eyeing him like that. Mark coaxed Sean across the room. Sean struggled to get there, but he did eventually get over to the shower. Kneeling on the tile, Sean asked him curiously. "Where's the soap?" Mark removed the shower head off the wall, turning the setting over to a shampoo and bodywash mix. Sean huffed softly, uttering to himself. "Of course..." Mark removed his white jacket, tossing it aside. Adjusting his white tank top, he reached out to remove the blindfold off Sean's forehead. Sean brushed his bangs off his face, tensing up.

Mark removed his shoes and stepped over the edge of the shower. Pulling a rope down from the wall, Mark crouched to hook the end onto his chain collar. Sean jerked to look back at the wall, forcing Mark to calm him by saying. "Relax. It's just to keep you in the shower area. You can still slip from the collar at any time." Sean's hand rose to adjust the collar nervously. Mark squeezed the handle to make the soap spray out across the floor for Sean to see. He wanted him to see how it worked. He didn't know if Sean even showered in the Slums. After showing him how it worked, Mark put a hand on his back and slowly sprayed the soap up Sean's arm. The soap came out warm and Sean shivered. Taking it slow, Mark moved his hand over Sean's skin to rub the soap in. He had owned a lot of creatures throughout his life, but none that were so... human. As his hand ran over his soft skin, Mark found his mind drifting. He usually washed Pets quickly with little contact. They bathed themselves. They were trained to stay well groomed for their Master.

With Sean though, he didn't know if he knew how to clean himself properly. So, he took his time to touch EVERY part of him. Sean sat very still, unless his fingers moved over an area that made him jerk. Going over it again to make sure he wasn't hurt; Sean would giggle and swat his hand away with a forced scowl. He was ticklish. Mark smirked to himself. None of his other Pets had been ticklish to his knowledge. Putting soap on his hand, Mark scooted closer to him to whisper in his ear. "You ok so far?" Sean turned his head to glare at him, causing Mark to smile. Sean may have looked upset... but the malice didn't reach his eyes. Sean wasn't even tense anymore. At least, until his hand went to his crotch. The second his hand moved over his genitals, Sean gasped and began to shift around on all fours with a distressed moan. Mark dropped the shower head to put a hand on his back to settle him as he rubbed the soap in. Sean sank into a bow, panting heavily as he moaned out. "Fuck... You're making it worse..."

Mark watched him rock uncontrollably as his panting grew heavier. He wasn't trying to play with him, but Sean was so hard that it must have felt like it. Washing up the crack of his ass, he let his thumb rub along the rim of his asshole. Sean's fingers clawed the wet tiles, his chest fully pressed against them. Mark's mind plagued him with the way Sean had clawed the tiles of the pool. His jealousy surging after realizing exactly what Al had been doing under the murky water. Swallowing to get himself back under control, he asked Sean seriously. "Did he penetrate you?" When Sean didn't answer, he tapped his soapy ass, asking again. Sean jerked, his eyes opening long enough to strain out breathlessly. "I'm not sure... His tongue might have... a little." Mark didn't need to hear more. Seconds after the confirmation, he pressed his thumb into his ass and Sean jerked up to his elbows with a yelp. Mark stayed just inside the rim, asking him in a deep commanding tone. "Did it feel like this? Or was it a little deeper?" Goosebumps sprang up along Sean's arms and legs, his whole-body shivering as he moaned out. "I don't remember..."

Mark removed his hand to flip the switch on the long narrow showerhead, bringing the rounded tip to his ass. Pressing the tip into his ass just little, he squeezed the handle to spray a gentle stream of warm water into him. Sean's knees spread wider as a loud moan tore from his throat. Mark bit his lower lip, watching Sean tense the rope line as he tried to scoot away. Reaching out, he stroked Sean's thigh to calm him and removed the nozzle. He began hosing him down, enjoying the way Sean shuffled on all fours with subtle moans of pleasure. The warm water must have felt good on his skin. It was even confirmed for him, when Sean breathlessly mumbled into the tiles. "Is all the water in Valhalla so warm? Fucking hell..." Mark slipped the nozzle between his legs to hose down his crotch, when Sean fell to his side and rolled quickly over onto his back. Mark adjust the rope to keep him from strangling himself, watching him spread his legs wider for him. Sean's eyes were so clouded over with lust that Mark had to lower his own eyes to stay focused.

Hosing down Sean's crotch, his own body tensed up at hearing Sean moan more actively. Sean arched on the tiles, starting to plead with him. "Oh fuck... Don't stop. AH! Do that more!" Mark took a deep breath to calm himself down. Sean had no control. He was wildly chasing his lust and making it worse on himself. He wasn't even trying to calm himself down anymore. Mark finished hosing him down, starting to tell him softly. "Deep breaths, Sean. Now stand up so I can dry-" Mark never got to finish his sentence, because Sean jerked upright. Cupping his neck, Sean pressed his lips to his, hungrily kissing him. Mark jerked back a little in response, grabbing Sean's throat in a tight defensive grip. Sean didn't care. He just continued to kiss him like his life depended on the firey passion between them. Mark's grip loosened on Sean's neck, giving in to enjoy the kiss. He had never kissed any of his Pets... but something about Sean was pulling something dormant from Mark's center of being.

A part of Mark was screaming about how bad this interaction was. It was dangerous. Yet, he couldn't stop himself. He felt like Sean was pulling him below the surface of his reason. Shoving Sean back across the floor, Mark laid over him to take control of the kiss. Sean's hands drifted down his shoulders to hold his exposed biceps, squeezing them possessively. Mark curled his fingers around the chain collar, keeping Sean locked up into his kiss. Sean's legs quivered against his hips, but he kissed him without any trace of fear. Sean's hands drifted down his chest and Mark's body stiffened. Sean didn't notice, until he tried to lift up his shirt. The second his fingers brushed the scar over Mark's stomach, Mark jerked up from the kiss. A flashback of pain flooded his senses, until he snatched Sean's wrists to stop him from touching him. Sean stilled beneath him, asking huskily. "What's wrong?" Mark released him, pulling his shirt back down carefully.

Clearing his throat, Mark quickly climbed to his feet. Rubbing his stomach to get rid of the phantom feeling of Sean's fingers on his scar. Gesturing for Sean to sit up with his fingers, he pointed at his feet. Sean rolled up to his knees, looking up at him as he asked with concern. "Are you ok?" Mark ran a hand through Sean's bangs lovingly, whispering to him in a soft voice. "I'm alright. I'm just ready to play with you." Mark unhooked the rope from Sean's collar, ordering him in an unsettled tone. "Stand up." Sean rose carefully, staring into his eyes with a curious look. Mark avoided his eyes by grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. He'd let Sean dry himself. He couldn't trust himself at the moment. Turning on his heel, he walked over to a large circular bowl chair. Patting the large red cushion, he called Sean over with a simple beckoning hand gesture. Sean finished drying himself, looking over the chair closely. Mark stroked the metal frame, before pointing to the cuffs on the top and bottom portions, informing him casually. "I'll start you out small. You'll see things like this at the Expo. This is light restraint. Wrists and ankles only. You'll be comfortable enough in this to endure long sessions."

Sean inched toward it, then hesitated. Mark moved around to stand beside him, comfortingly adding out. "This is where I ask for your safeword." Sean turned an anxious expression on him. Mark put a hand to Sean's lower back, gently telling him in a calming tone. "I will not start until you're comfortable. This about getting used to the equipment. Nothing here will hurt you. It's MY job to make sure of that." Sean's eyes drifted across the room toward the other equipment with a guarded look. Mark moved in behind him, sliding his hands over his hips as he whispered over his shoulder warmly. "You aren't ready for those. First you must learn to trust me. While giving me time to learn about your needs. It's a slow process, but I'm very patient." Mark felt Sean shaking under his touch. He wasn't cold. He was trying to restrain his fear. Mark pulled Sean back from the chair a step or two, kissing the back of his shoulder. Sean swallowed, shuffling his feet as he pulled from him to snap out. "I'm not afraid!"

Sean lowered himself into the chair confidently enough. However, once he was in it, his fear started to set in again. He began shifting in the seat trying to force himself to relax. Mark pulled a small footrest closer to sit on it. For a few minutes, he just waited for Sean to calm down. While he waited, Mark informed him slowly. "Your safeword should be something that you'll remember. Something you won't just call out during anything other than distress." Sean huffed sarcastically, mumbling out. "How about... Stop." Mark looked up seriously at him, responding coolly. "If that's what you want. Some people like to pretend they don't like it. To feel out of control in a safe way. Whatever you pick. I will respect it. Just know that the second you say it, our session ends for the day." Sean took a confident breath, telling him smugly. "Guess I'll be saying it a lot." Mark smirked a little, rising from his seat to lean over Sean. Sean slumped in the seat nervously. Mark brought his face close to his, purring Sean's own words back at him. "Oh, I don't think so. You wanna know how I know?"

Sean narrowed his eyes on him, waiting for Mark to answer. Mark stroked his fingers up Sean's inner thigh, watching Sean yelp and arch back in the seat as the pleasure rushed back through him. Mark brought his lips to Sean's ear, whispering to him smugly. "Training rings were designed to make you crave release. So, if you want release... You'll have to learn to play my game." Sean gritted his teeth, exhaling deeply through his nose. Mark found himself brushing his lips over his cheekbone, smugly whispering to him. "What do you say, Sean? Think you can handle me? Or are you scared?" Sean's eyes filled with that smoldering fire that he was growing to love. Sean shifted one last time in the seat, stating out to him stubbornly. "Bring it." Straightening up, Mark began cuffing his wrists in the restraints. Spreading his legs, Mark cuffed Sean's ankles and then retrieved the blindfold again. Moving behind the chair, Mark leaned over it to tie the silk scarf around his eyes again. Sean took a deep breath and before he exhaled, Mark whispered against his ear happily. "Let's begin." To Be Continued...