Sean couldn't believe his eyes. Nate smiled warmly back at him, taking out a pen and writing something discreetly on his palm. Sean glanced around the room with worry. There were so many Nobles here that if Nate was found out... he couldn't bare to think about it. How did Nate even get into Valhalla without getting caught? He had so many questions for him. Nate certainly was dressed down from his normal leather. He was wearing clean cut black pants with a white button up shirt and a grey jean jacket. All his tattoos were covered, but his black gauges barely blended in with his dark hair at first glance. Nate finished writing, putting his hand to the glass with his. Sean moved his hand to read what he wrote. "I've got a plan to get you out. Are you ok?" Sean nodded, then tried to ask how he got here. Nate waved a hand by his ear to indicate that he couldn't hear him. Sean cursed, trying to think of a way to ask him. Nate removed his hand to write something else and Sean pressed his forehead to the cool glass.

He wanted to hear his voice. Nate finished, quickly putting his hand back. Sean read it over quickly. "Raid. Lights out. Look for green lights." Sean's eyes widened and he hit the glass, stating out even though Nate couldn't hear him. "NO! Nate! The Elite of Security is here!" Nate narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to read his lips. Sean tried to say it slower, when his eyes drifted to a few Nobles approaching his case. Nate lowered his gaze and turned away, moving casually onward. Sean punched the glass. Nate had no idea what he was bringing down on himself. The Nobles looked him over with curiosity. They pointed toward him and his bike, saying things he couldn't hear. He began pacing before the glass, glaring at them. He didn't like the way they were looking at him. There was clear disgust on their faces. Sean saw a Noble woman raise a pinky finger and the men laughed. Frustrated, Sean kicked the glass, causing the woman to scream. The Noble men flinched, stepping back from the case. Sean raised his middle finger at them, watching them quickly move away.

Another woman approached the case, but his face softened only slightly. She looked like a devil. Her black horns, red skin, and gold eyes stood out to him. She flicked a forked tongue at him, her long red tail flicking wickedly behind her. Around her neck was a black collar with flame designs. She tapped her long black nails on the glass, while her burly human Master talked to her. Sean found her fascinating to look at... even as her black leathery wings unfolded to clearly show him what she offered. Her Master smirked, then scanned his wrist under a slot on the case. Sean saw numbers appear on the glass and realized they had paid to see more of him. He even saw their names and species pop up under their donation. She was a Succubus? What the hell was that? They moved away and Sean turned his attention to other Pets in the cases by his. The Snow Elves. The female was dancing beautifully in her case to music that he couldn't hear. While the male at the far end, showed off his skills with carving ice sculptures from his own ice magic.

The Elites moved through the crowd to stand by the three large cases, talking to the gathering crowd of Nobles and their Pets. Sean moved around his bike to lean on the seat as he watched them all. The Elite he knew as Mattias opened the case to let out the male snow elf. The elf made an ice rose and handed it to the highest donator. Then those that donated to watch him followed them to an elevator. A younger looking Elite that he didn't recognize, opened the case with the female elf. She gracefully danced out of her case, sprinkling the crowd in light flurries of snowflakes that glittered in the light as she danced. The Elite said something to the crowd, then took her hand to led her out of the building. Clearly, she was just here just because she was an Elite's Pet. Since this was a male Expo, she had no other reason to be here. Mark moved up to his case to open it and sound flooded into his silent space. The crowd was discreetly showing their distaste in Mark's taste of Pet.

Mark extended a hand out to him, stating aloud to the crowd. "This year, I present to you all a Slum Dog. Despite his genetics and early training stages. Sean was one of the top gang Alpha's of the Slums and an undefeated Slum Racer." A Noble man who had looked at him before, chuckled out to his friends. "Ya... Until Al kicked his ass in an unofficial race. Slum standards are as small as their dicks." A few Nobles laughed, until Sean blurted out smugly. "At least we have dicks. Does your partner even know if you have one?" The Noble women all snorted, causing Mark to shoot him a hard glare. The Noble man stepped toward Mark, growling out. "With a mouth like that he should have a muzzle! Are you going to let him disrespect me like that?!" Mark clenched his jaw, lifting his chin to say seriously. "My apologies. I'll address it." Mark turned to face him, and Sean looked back into his with confident eyes. Mark pointed to the ground in front of him, causing Sean to slowly straighten up from leaning on his bike.

Mark wanted him to put on a show. Well, he was going to give them all one. Grabbing his jacket, he pulled it away from his chest and let it slide down his bare arms. Draping the jacket on his bike's handlebars, he swung his leg over the bike. He took an extra second to put the visor glasses back in the bike compartment, then leaned forward to dismount on the other side. Walking up to Mark, he kept his eyes on him defiantly, before lowering his gaze gradually to the floor. Mark furrowed his eyebrows at him, gesturing for him again to kneel. Sean smirked to himself, grabbing the hem of his green tank top and pulling it up over his head. The second the Nobles saw his muscular abs; they began to whisper amongst themselves. Sean dropped his shirt, then carefully went down to his knees one at a time. Mark clenched his hand into a fist discreetly for a second. Sean smirked to himself, until Mark swatted his cheek in a light but stern warning. Sean licked his dry lips, waiting as Mark told him seriously. "Look at me, Sean." Sean obeyed, jerking a bit as Mark covered his mouth with a hand that gripped his face tightly.

Sean stared up at him unafraid and ready for anything he dished out. He refused to be humiliated in front of these Noble pricks. He'd take any beating with pride right now. Mark leaned closer, whispering into his ear smugly. "This show of defiance for them... Or to test my patience?" Sean refused to answer. Mark raised his free hand to show the level of the ring going up. Between his legs, the training ring kicked on and started stimulating him into muffled moans of pleasure. This wasn't fair! Mark wasn't punishing him the way he wanted! He wanted to show how tough he was... not how vulnerable he was to pleasure! Sean moaned against Mark's hand, his body arching back a bit as he shut his eyes to avoid letting the Nobles see the glazed pleasure in his eyes. To the crowd, Mark told them smugly. "He may have the mouth of an intergalactic explorer... but trust me. You'll never hear a Pet that can moan as deliciously as this one. Don't you want to know what an untamed Slum Dog sounds like when he's hooked up to the milk machine?"

A few female Nobles moved in to scan their wrists and Mark turned off the ring. Mark then released him, telling the Nobles with a grin. "Thank you for your donations. To our highest bidder goes the spoils." Mark grabbed Sean's arm, pulling him up to his feet. Sean staggered a bit. His cock was hard, and the ring wasn't letting it go down again. Mark had done this on purpose! Someone moved closer and Mark asked them curiously. "What do you want as a winner?" Sean's breath caught in his throat as Nate told him coolly. "I'm fan of his bike. Think he could take me for a ride later?" Sean's heart started doing laps in his ribs. Nate paid? How? Wouldn't that send red flags to security? Mark shook Nate's hand, casually answering. "Sure. I think I can get him to behave long enough." Nate turned away without looking at him or anyone else, slipping back into the crowd. Mark then escorted Sean to the elevator. Sean eyed Mark curiously. Mark wasn't working with Nate, was he? He couldn't be... If Mark knew who Nate was, than Nate would be in custody.

Besides, Mark was too possessive of him right now. There was no way he'd want him to escape... Right? He felt so confused. Mark pulled him close to his side, making room for the few Nobles that joined them in the elevator. Mark pressed a button and the elevator took them up. When the doors opened, it revealed two other doors just ahead. One was for Masters and their Pets and the other for onlookers and their Pets. Mark took him in one door, leading him through a control room. There were people sitting at the desks and staring out the windows to the onlookers, or out at a lab looking room. As Mark entered, a woman in a lab coat stood up and told him happily. "Elite Mark, the machine is warmed up and ready for Sean. How shall he be taken care of today?" Sean nervously glanced at Mark, who read his expression before answering her nicely. "Put him in the virtual simulator." The woman nodded, extending a hand out to Sean. Sean didn't accept it. He didn't understand what he was agreeing to.

Mark waved her off, taking Sean by the arm and leading him through a door to the lab room. The white tiled lab looking room had a massive grey curtain that when opened revealed a built-in screen. In the center of the room was a grey chair with strange high footrests that Sean knew would be humiliating to sit in. Along the walls was a large set of mirrors. One he knew was attached to the lab. The other he guessed was to the room with the onlookers. Mark gestured to the chair, telling him casually. "Strip down and take a seat for me." Sean hugged himself anxiously, mumbling out. "They're all watching me...?" Mark pointed to a light above the mirror for the onlookers that was sitting at a solid green color, replying confidently. "These are two-way mirrors, but we control the tinting. Right now, they can't see or hear you. When the light turns red, they can." Mark gestured to the other mirror, seriously adding. "They aren't watching you. They are monitoring the machine and your safety."

Sean nodded, turning to show his back to the mirror with the staff. Mark moved closer, whispering to him. "Say the word and I'll take you home." Sean inhaled deeply, starting to unbutton his pants as he mumbled out stubbornly. "And have you win the bet? Fuck that. Just... Give me a minute." Mark touched his back, his fingers lightly stroking down his spine as he told him warmly. "Take your time. Just like the Playroom." Sean removed his boots and then shakily removed his clothes. Knowing he was being watched by strangers made this much more difficult than he had thought it would be. He had never given much thought to what people would think about his body. It was unsettling him now. Mark helped him up onto the gel cushioned chair, taking one of his ankles to put it onto a footrest. Sean jerked his leg in response. These footrests were so high and spread so wide that it would show his ass and genitals clearly. Mark loosened his grip on his ankle, waiting as Sean resisted laying back in the chair.

Sean couldn't breathe. His heart was racing, and his lungs felt too heavy to take in air properly. Over the com in the room, the woman told Mark softly. "Elite, his heart rate is spiking." Mark dropped his ankle, rushing up to his side to wrap a hand around his neck. Pulling Sean's head against his chest, he whispered to him in a deep calming voice. "Sean? Deep breaths. Close your eyes. One breath at a time. In. hold. And out." Sean obeyed, listening to both Mark's voice and his steady beating heart. The warmth of his body was even helping him calm down. Mark was holding him like he was trying to protect him from the eyes on him. Over his ear, Mark told him seriously. "Sean, if you can't do this. Tell me." Sean took a shaky deep breath, pulling away stubbornly to say under his breath. "I'm fine. I just... I need to..." Sean couldn't finish his sentence, but he put his feet up onto the footrests. With a heavy sigh, he laid back and stared at the cannister attached to a pole beside the chair that had a clear tube attached to it.

Sean dug his nails into the gel cushions of the chair. While Mark carefully strapped down his ankles with padded velcro straps. When Mark moved to his wrists to strap them across the spread-out arm rests, Mark informed him lovingly. "These are to keep you from messing with the machine. Keeps you from tugging on wires and wrapping yourself in them out of pleasure. We've never had anyone get injured and we'd like to keep it that way. Just relax. If you wanna stop at any point. Just say your safe word. I'll be listening. Do you remember it? Or would you like a different one?" Sean exhaled heavily, mumbling out. "I'll use my old one. Stop means stop." Mark finished strapping down his last arm, causing Sean's hand to snatch his hand as he slid his fingers over his palm to sooth him. Mark held his hand for a minute, adding sweetly. "I'll put you in a simulation. It will take you into a dreamlike state. Manifesting your desires for people to see as you... go through this." Sean nodded, releasing him.

Mark pulled a tray closer, smearing a gel over different parts of his body to apply white pads. Sean bit his lip as the pads went over his nipples, his ribs, his inner thighs, and varies over places. Mark told him the pads would react to the simulation, making it seem more real. He didn't believe that. Mark turned off the training ring, before slipping on a clear milking tube over his cock that molded to him like a thick warm gel. Sean moaned, straining against the restraints a bit at how good it felt. The last thing Mark did was place little circular discs to his temples. The second he put them on, the machine booted up and his eyes clouded over. For a moment there was nothing, then something was injected into his neck. With a yelp, Sean gasped and then found himself sitting up on his bike in a familiar garage back in the Slums. Sean couldn't believe his eyes. For a simulation, this felt so real. It had the feel and smell of everything perfectly. The bike vibrated between his legs, causing him to lean forward over it to moan softly. The feeling was intense and he kind of liked it.

He was enjoying it, when hands moved along his bare shoulders. Sean jerked in surprise, looking over his shoulder. Only as he did, his lips were met with Nate's. Nate wrapped his hands around his chest, pulling him back into him. Sean cupped Nate's face with a single hand, kissing him hungrily. He had forgotten how good Nate tasted. That smooth taste of rum mixed with something sweet that he had been eating. Nate's fingers traced over his nipples, causing Sean to moan louder into their kiss. Nate broke the kiss soon after to bite his throat and Sean lifted his legs to lay them over the bike's handlebars. He loved this. Nate's hands teased his body and stroked his cock, until he couldn't stop arching his back. Against his ear, Nate purred to him lovingly. "I want you." Sean leaned forward, dropping his legs to lean on the engine. Nate adjusted behind him, reaching under him to hold his cock. Sean gasped as his mind drifted a bit. How would Nate be able to touch him? He wore a training ring. The only one who could touch him was... Mark.

Sean glanced over his shoulder with a worried looked and swallowed. Nate was gone and Mark was in his place. Mark pined him over the engine with his body, his hand picking up where Nate's hand had left off. Sean moaned against the engine, purring out with every powerful stroke. "Oh fuck... Mark, I'm gonna..." Over his shoulder, Mark's deep voice growled both loving and commandingly into his ear. "Cum for me, Sean." Sean gripped the handlebars tightly, starting to moan loudly as he reached his first orgasm. Behind the monitoring glass, all eyes were on Mark. They were looking at him with panic in there eyes. The man running the simulation, put his hand over a button, asking him nervously. "Elite? Should I cut the feed to the video before the onlookers see you with him like this?" Mark's hands shook slightly, turning his eyes up to the camera in the corner of the room. Staring at it, he softly uttered out. "Don't bother... The damage has already been done. She's already seen it. Besides, this is all in his head anyway."

He didn't know who he was trying to convince more with his words. Himself? The Nobles? Mother? Mark knew mother was watching him and this feed. He could play this off simply as a Pet's sexual fantasy. It was common for virgin Pets to crave sex with their Master... However, if Sean's dream revealed anything that he shouldn't know about his body. Or if it recalled things that he had told him privately. Mother might question his emotional state. Which if he failed again, he didn't know what would happen to him. To Be Continued...