Mark walked to a glass cabinet that held his lubes, creams, oils, and vast variety of other containers. Scanning an oil shelf, he picked out a massage oil that would help Sean relax. Making his way back, he popped the lid. Sniffing it to check that it was still good, he reached out to touch his fingers under Sean's jaw. Sean lifted his chin to avoid his touch, until he told him in a soothing tone. "Smell this." Sean timidly sniffed, before mumbling out. "That's nice... What is it?" Mark poured some on his own palm, letting the cold liquid warm up to his body temperature as he answered lightly. "It's massage oil. It's a light mix of Lavender and Rose. Breathing it in will help you relax." Sean huffed doubtfully, mumbling under his breath. "I hope you can get your money back." Mark rubbed the oil over his hands, softly telling him. "You haven't seen how it works yet." Sean shifted in the chair a little, exhaling jaggedly. Sean was so tense. Was he expecting him to hurt him?

Positioning himself behind Sean, he lowered his hands down slowly. Even if Sean couldn't see, he still moved slowly. Placing his hands on Sean's bare shoulders, he watched Sean's wrists twist in the restraints. Sean's arm muscles were so tense that he could see his muscles beneath his pale skin. Sliding his hands over Sean's shaking body, he casually informed him. "Deep breaths. Feel my hands on your skin and focus on relaxing that part of you." Rubbing his hands lightly over his shoulders and up the sides of his neck, he waited for Sean to rest his shoulders back into the cushion. It took a little while, but Mark was patient. The smell of the oil was finally kicking in. Mark slowly transitioned to slide his hands along Sean's arms, feeling them tense up before gradually relaxing. Just like the soap, Mark rubbed the oil deep into his skin. With any Pet this was the most important stage. A Master's touch should bring a Pet peace of mind. Sean let out another sigh, but this one was more content.

Mark moved a little to slide his hands over Sean's exposed torso. Sean's abs tensed, before Sean anxiously asked him. "So... Why are you doing this? I... I thought you were going to... to get me off?" Mark continued to rub his hands along his ribs, answering honestly. "I will. But this is about more than that. When I touch you, I want you to feel safe. My single touch should take your burdens and comfort you." Sean shivered, mumbling out in a wispy voice. "That will never happen." Mark poured a bit more oil on his hands, going to Sean's hips next. Mark could smell the oil on Sean's skin and found himself relaxing. Mark drifted his hands around to run along the sides of Sean's ass and up the backs of his thighs. He found he liked touching Sean's smooth skin. It was so soft and ran over his hand like water. Sean's toes curled, his spread legs shifting uncomfortably as Sean broke the silence to ask him. "You, ah... You do this with all your Pets?"

Mark rubbed one of Sean's thighs, replying honestly. "No. All my previous Pets came from a Submissive training school. In fact, all the Pets you saw at the auction and in the Pet Center all came from the training school. They were practically trained from birth on how to behave and interact properly." Sean snorted, dryly asking him. "Why not throw me into a training school then?" Mark didn't hesitate to respond in a grim tone. "You're a Slum Dog. They'd never take you. Which is why I'm doing this for the first time." Sean chuckled, smugly retorting. "Well, when this doesn't work. You'll only have yourself to blame." Mark narrowed his eyes on Sean, then turned up the level on the ring. Sean gasped as the ring around his cock began to vibrate very gently. Unable to stifle his moaning, Sean strained out to him desperately. "Oh, fuck... No. Mark, I can't... I take it back... AH!" Mark placed his hands on either side of Sean's cock to keep his hips from rising off the cushion.

Taking a seat back down on the footrest, Mark scooted himself up closer between Sean's raised legs. Watching Sean arch against the cushion as beautiful moans tore from his throat, Mark couldn't help thinking about the pool footage. Turning the ring back down from level one, he reluctantly admitted to a panting Sean. "You have a nice voice. Especially, when you moan." Sean groaned, grumbling out to the ceiling. "No, I don't... I got made fun of all the time in the orphanage because of my accent." Mark stroked a hand along Sean's inner thigh, soothingly telling him. "I rarely hear the old accents anymore. I'm so used to the off-worlder languages. Even my knowledge of Gaelic is limited." Sean relaxed his body, before mumbling out curiously. "Why are you telling me this?" Mark blinked, bringing himself out of his head to answer truthfully. "Because I believe it's part of the reason that I'm growing fond of you. Your accent is a nice relief. It's easy on the ears." Mark's hands drifted back to Sean's crotch, starting to touch his shaft with the tips of his fingers.

Sean locked his jaw, arching his back again as jagged moans left him. Mark stroked the shaft slowly at first, watching Sean's toes press hard against the frame of the chair. Sean's hands even grabbed the metal frame, squeezing it tightly as he mumbled out in throaty moans. "Fucking hell... You're killing me..." Mark clenched his own jaw, feeling a desire swirl up inside him. Something was wrong with him. He was feeling things that weren't supposed to be possible anymore. Mother had claimed to remove his human desires... but these feelings and urges. They were messing with his judgement. Looking around the room to be sure that no one was here, he rose off the footrest and carefully leaned over Sean. His hand continued to stroke him, pumping the moans from Sean's lips. Mark tried to resist but he just couldn't. Timidly pressing his lips to Sean's, he stole tender lusty kisses from his lips. After a few, Mark forced himself to stop and licked his dry lips. Sean tugged on the restraints, breathlessly whispering to him. "Is that all you got...?"

Mark huffed, pulling away to wheel over a machine from under a deck. Flipping a switch to turn on the pump, he tested the gentle suction on his hand. Once he was sure it was safe, he took the clear silicone pump and nestled it down over Sean's hard cock. The silicone was soft to the touch and form fitted to Sean's size. Buckling the straps around Sean's thighs and hips to keep it in place, he told a moaning Sean in a smug deep voice. "This is a milking machine. The ones at the Expo will be... of higher tech than this. But it does just about the same thing." Mark leaned back over Sean, teasing over his lips playfully. "I dare you to try and last a minute." Mark turned the ring off and pressed a button on the machine. As it whirled to life, causing the silicone tube to suckle at his cock, Sean belted out louder moans of pleasure. Without the ring holding him back anymore, Sean was struggling to keep himself from cumming. He had foolishly accepted his challenge to resist.

Sean flexed his arms and legs against the metal frame, whining through clenched teeth as he resisted the bliss of release. Mark was slightly impressed, but felt it was time to get him back for the trouble he had caused him. Lowering his hand down between Sean's legs, Mark pushed a finger into his ass. Sean jerked against the cuffs, yelping out desperately. "HEY! Don't you fucking dare!" Mark wedged a second finger inside him, his fingers sliding with ease to the sweet spot. Sean whimpered, his legs quivering from the strain. He wouldn't last much longer anyway. Bringing his lips to Sean's ear, he purred out in a deep buttery voice. "Cum for me, Sean." Sean groaned reluctantly, but Mark didn't give him a choice. Prodding his prostate eagerly, Sean jerked back hard against the chair, belting out an unbridled moan of pleasure as his orgasm hit him hard! Mark continued to coax his prostate, until he no longer saw anything white get sucked up the clear tube. Turning off the machine, Sean slumped into the cushion as his muscles completely buckled from exhaustion.

Mark went to work unbuckling the pump straps from him first. Setting it aside and checking the vial of collected sperm. He'd have to send that to Matthew for study like he wanted. That would have to wait until later though. Mark set himself back down on the footrest, asking Sean in a warm smug tone. "Are you good?" Sean tilted his head back, panting heavily as he muttered out breathlessly. "Do I have to answer...?" Mark smirked, taking that as answer enough. Massaging his palm to keep it from cramping up on him, Mark coolly told him. "Drained everything but your sass, I see. I'll work harder on that next time." Sean snorted doubtfully, grumbling under his breath. "There won't be a next time..." Mark inhaled slow and deep as he stood up. Wheeling the machine back, he confidently stated aloud. "Oh, there will be. You can be sure of that, Underdog." From the chair, Sean boldly asked him. "What makes you so sure? And don't call me that."

Walking back to the chair, Mark lowered his hands down onto Sean's shoulders. Sean didn't flinch to his touch this time. Massaging his shoulders possessively, he leaned in enough to truthfully tell him. "Because I paid a lot of money for you... and I'm enjoying the challenge of training you with my own bare hands." Sean's shoulders tensed and his arms flexed as he growled out stubbornly. "Don't let this go to your head... I just wanted to get off. This means nothing. When the time is right... my ass is gone! Then you can find another Pet who'll obey your sick commands." Mark chuckled, inching toward Sean's ankle as he said wickedly. "I don't know... I thought you obeyed pretty well to my command. Pretty strong reaction too... for someone who only wanted to get off." Sean clenched his jaw in response. Mark was certain that behind that silk blindfold, Sean's eyes were glaring at him. Unbuckling Sean's ankle, Mark listened to Sean heatedly sneer out. "You son of bitch... Don't twist this into something that it wasn't! You did that shite on purpose!"

Mark slowly lowered Sean's leg, watching him wince from how stiff the muscle was. Moving to the other leg, he began uncuffing it, regaling in a mockingly innocent tone of voice. "I don't know what you mean. I told you to cum and you did." Sean groaned as his leg was set down, before snapping out. "How did you know that would happen?" Mark stepped between Sean's legs, leaning in to stroke his chin lightly with the backs of his fingers as he whispered. "Because I wasn't afraid to learn. And when you come back for more... I'll show you a lot that you don't know about yourself." Mark watched Sean's shy tongue slid out over his dry lips. He wanted to kiss him again but swallowed down the urge. He had given into temptation one too many times already. Trailing his fingers up Sean's face, he untied his blindfold to pull it free. Sean hung his head after it was gone, blinking until his eyes adjusted to the light. Unbuckling one of his hands, he told Sean in a soft distant voice. "You are free to go now." Sean raised an eyebrow, nervously questioning. "That's it?"

Mark couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face, upon informing him soothingly. "I thought you didn't want more?" Sean's cheeks turned red in a small guilty blush, mumbling out timidly. "I don't... I... I just thought there would be more." Mark uncuffed the last one, backing away from Sean carefully. Turning the ring back on, Mark nonchalantly said to him. "That all depends on you. However, you'll need your rest. The Milking Expo is tomorrow and... it will be intense for someone as... inexperienced as you are." Mark began to walk away to retrieve the collected sperm vial. While behind him, Sean stumbled to his feet and bellowed out with offense. "Oh, come on! How hard is it to get fucking milked? If this is all it is than it wasn't that fucking hard." Mark removed the container, straightening up to sarcastically shoot back. "The people that go there expect to see a show. They listen to your moans. They watch for how much stamina you have and how much sperm you produce. For some of these Pets, breeding is all they are trained for."

To add salt to injury, Mark lifted up the vial and continued on with dry sarcasm. "You couldn't last a minute, but at least you filled the vial... on your first orgasm. Try to fill these two more times just like this and I'll eat my words. Until then... You have no idea what it takes to be at the level those Pets are." Mark didn't wait to see Sean's reaction. He just started toward the door. What he didn't expect was for Sean to run up and slam the door shut as he tried to open it. Leaning back against the door, Sean glared straight at him with those smoldering eyes of blue flame. Mark crossed his arms over his chest, giving him a firm questioning shrug. Sean puffed himself up, prompting him into an over-confident challenge. "How about we up those stakes a little? On top of letting me race with my fixed-up baby. You give me free rein to ride her around Valhalla... If and when I fill those vials and put on a good show. Deal?" Mark raised an eyebrow, stepping in closer to add in with a devilish grin. "And when you lose... I want you in the playroom on a daily basis. Do we have a deal?"

Sean hesitated and Mark expected him to back out. Instead, Sean flashed him a smug grin of his own and answered greedily. "Agreed." To Be Continued...