Sean's heart skipped going through the gate. He was home free. Glancing back, he wondered if Mark would still pursue them, but he had stopped. For a moment, he stared back at Mark with a torn expression. He had always threatened to escape, but now that he had... a strange part of him wanted to go back. The protective lasers finally charged enough to kick on over the gates to keep anyone else from slipping in or out. He wondered how Mark would take this. Did he feel betrayed? Angry? Would he come for him? Clenching his jaw, he told himself that Mark would simply find himself a new Pet. Wrapping his arms around Nate, Sean braced his forehead between his shoulder blades. The worst part of this escape had been leaving his bike behind. It was destroying him... but Mark had told him that the engine had a fail safe to keep him from leaving the city. There was no greater pain to him than leaving his baby behind. He would beat himself up over this moment forever. Without that bike... he was going to the Slums with nothing.

The bikers around him cheered and hollered out their victory cries. One rode up beside them, glaring at Nate as he sourly told him over the engines. "Meet with me later!" Nate nodded and the man revved his engine to rush past them. Sean lifted his head, asking over Nate's shoulder. "Nate? Why are you wearing their colors?" Nate kept his eyes forward but answered him calmly. "The Red Cyclones took out the Green Dragons after you were taken. They attacked the garage. Murdered everyone and took over the territory. The only reason I survived was because the Trader at the warehouse paid them to leave me behind." Sean raised an eyebrow, asking curiously. "Why would the Trader do that? He hates Slum Dogs." Nate didn't answer. Sean felt goosebumps rush up his arms. Nate was keeping secrets from him. Why? Nate followed the bikers through the dark and dirty city. He had never been to this part of the Slums before. The place smelled of piss and beer. Everywhere he looked made him sick.

There men fucking on the sidewalks. There were groups of men raping another man in an alley. Some men were hanging around street corners, drinking heavily or trying to seduce other men with vulgar gestures. Then there were the fights. People getting ganged up on and beaten to death. Others stabbing someone as they walked by and sometimes chuckling or shouting out a reason why after. There were a few dead men in the road that Nate drove around with ease. While other men, sat in the gutter bleeding or nursing wounds. This part of town had a mass of bars, strip clubs, and druggie pits that were all decorated in neon signs and paint. This was clearly Toxic Glow Skull territory. The people living in this part of town either scrambled out of their way, or ran to the curb to hold out money. A few bikers would ride up to take the money and slip them some kind of drug. He knew very little about the Toxic Glow Skulls, but he knew that they were known as heavy partiers and straight gasoline drinkers.

These didn't seem like the type of guys that Nate would hang with. They used to make fun of these guys. A man on the curb flashed them his cock and a Glow Skull rider rushed up to grab him by the throat and kissed him. Sean raised his eyebrow wondering why, until another biker rolled up beside them. The man on the back of the Glow Skull's bike leaned toward him, opening his mouth to show him a small blue pill. Sean shook his head, clinging to Nate. The man curled his tongue with a devilish grin, reaching out to tap Nate next. Nate glanced back and the man gestured to his mouth. Nate nodded, leaning over quickly to kiss the man. Sean gawked at him in horror. The man slapped Nate's shoulder with approval, then they pulled ahead. Nate glanced around to see that no other Glow Skull bikers were behind him, then spit the pill into the gutter. Sean felt a little better but was still really concerned. As they reached the heart of the district, the place was lit up in rave lights and music was pumping from everywhere. People were dancing on the roofs of buildings and from the top of neon signs.

Colored smoke filled the street as bikers raced their glowing bikes up and down the long stretch of road. Each bike seemed to spew a brightly colored smoke from its pipes. Some bikers were doing tricks on their bikes to the music. While others spit liquid into the air for others to either get wet, or they set it on fire to show off. The group of bikers he was with though just drove up into a large bar with a large melting skull painted on the warehouse looking door. Sean shivered. Everyone was enjoying a wild party that only got more wild inside the bar. Painted guys were dancing naked in cages hanging from the ceiling. The DJ on the stage was wearing a golden metal mask in the shape of a hissing snake head, adorned with white LED lights in the eyes. Guys were dancing on the floor and on the neon bars. One bar was loaded down with colored shots that people were taking to keep their buzz going. The others were nestled up in booth seats tucked into the walls behind deep purple curtains. Some booths had guys taking drugs straight off a half-naked guy's varies body parts. The crowd parted just enough to let the bikers in, cheering and handing them drinks.

Sean had never seen a gang like this. He wanted to hate it... but it had powerful party vibes that he liked. Sean blushed after seeing a few guys strip down another guy on the dance floor, together they licked his flesh and kissed him all over hungrily. Within seconds of being stripped down, the guy was locked into an orgy with four other guys, while others cheered and poured shots over him to keep the men licking him. Nate parked his bike by the bar, slipping off to pull him close. Sean could barely hear anything over the thumping beat. A drunk man coated in pink paint grabbed Sean's arm to kiss his cheek. Sean retaliated by nailing him with a knee to his balls. The man staggered back, and Sean decked him out cold. The surrounding guys laughed, then kneed down to kiss the guy better. Nate yanked him toward some neon lit stairs in the back, taking him up to the next floor. Upstairs was slightly quieter with a single high back throne chair that was splattered in neon paint. The place was lit up in black light and there were cushions of all colors all over the floor with some of the sexiest naked guys laying across them.

Sean couldn't help staring at some of them as they fondled themselves, or each other just to get attention. Nate pulled him up to the throne, where the familiar man from the raid sat. His face was painted like his gang's logo and he didn't look happy. Nate bowed to the man respectfully, when the man started in bluntly. "Well... I hope this raid was fucking worth it. Not only did I lose good men... but you LIED TO ME!" Nate locked eyes with the man, interjecting firmly. "I didn't lie! I told you the risks and I told you that I'd pay for it!" The man bolted up off his throne, growling through glowing teeth. "Oh, you will! My price just doubled! I don't care who you've got to fuck to get me my supplies. But you will double everything I ordered! Call it... compensation for my losses." Nate's shoulders tensed, but he calmly retorted. "Fine. You'll have them." The man stepped down from his throne platform, strolling closer as he stated bitterly. "I'm not finished. This little raid got the full attention of an Elite! And who do you think he's going to take this out on?!"

Nate shrugged, dismissively retorting. "Oh, fuck off. So, an Elite was there. They never get their hands dirty. They never come to the Slums. You're safe." The man withdrew a switch blade, flicking it out inches from Nate's throat. Nate didn't flinch as the blade tip traced his neck in warning. The man glared into Nate's eyes, sneering out. "That Elite killed some of my men. I think he got his hands dirty... wouldn't you agree? Now explain to me... Why did an Elite pursue us at all? They always let the Valkyries do the work." Nate blinked, calmly stating back. "What does it matter? Did he make you piss your pants?" The man lowered his knife with a small chuckle, then punched Nate to the floor. Sean raised a fist but stayed his hand as the man put the blade to his throat. All around them, the naked men removed knives from under their pillows. Sean thought about taking them on. The whores couldn't be very good fighters, but there was a lot of them. The man pressed the blade harder to his throat, asking him in a curious tone. "I think he was after YOU. And my question is... WHY?"

Sean didn't answer. Nate slowly sat up, snapping out. "Probably because he hadn't sold him yet. Hell, they had him locked up in a lab. They were probably going to dissect him or something." The man brought his lips closer to Sean, inhaling deeply. Upon exhaling cigarette breath, he growled out bitterly to Sean. "You smell like one of them. All clean..." The hairs on the back of Sean's neck stood up. He didn't like where this was going. The man glanced at Nate, telling him with a wicked smirk. "Never had a man that smelled this good." Nate rose stiffly to his feet, saying defensively. "Karl, come on. He's the leader of the Green Dragons." Karl flashed Nate a devilish grin, cooing out. "He was." Karl shoved Sean back, causing Sean trip over a pile of cushions. The second Sean fell, he kicked his legs up to flip over and back up onto his knees. Karl raised an eyebrow, chuckling out. "Spry little thing." Nate smacked Karl's tattooed arm, snapping out. "HE'S MINE!" Karl whirled around to face Nate, snapping out. "I outrank you. Now stand down. Or I'll strip you and toss you to the pit!" Nate clenched his jaw, growling out. "He's a virgin. You really want to waste your time with him?" Sean stood up, giving Nate a murderous glare. Outing him like that was such a betrayal! Karl glanced between them as his group of whores giggled.

Karl pointed toward Sean with his knife, chuckling out. "Are you serious? The ex-leader of a gang... a virgin? How the fuck is that possible? His dick broken?" Nate shrugged, mumbling out coolly. "He's shy. As his right hand, I kept the boys off him. Wanted him to myself. I enjoy the shy ones." Karl crossed his muscular arms, huffing out lightly. "Bullshit. There is no way. A pretty thing like him? He wouldn't last two seconds in the pit before being gangbanged by every guy in the joint." Nate shrugged, saying confidently. "Don't underestimate him. He's a dragon that spits fire." Karl stashed his knife, then gestured his whores to move away. Sean tensed up as Karl strolled around to him, spouting out with a grin. "A virgin fighter, huh? This I got to see." Karl cracked his knuckles, telling Sean seriously. "Slum rules. Ex-Leader to Leader. Lose and either my gang will scavenge your virgin ass, or I'll slip you in as my first virgin whore." Sean raised his fists, snapping back. "And if I win?" Karl flashed him his glowing teeth, chuckling out sinisterly. "Then you have nothing to fear... from ME."

Sean sighed with disappointment. Without a gang to back him, he couldn't claim the Glow Skull territory as his own. The most winning this would get him, would be Karl's respect. Sean nodded and Karl came for him with low punches aimed at his gut. Sean jumped back to brace his foot against the wall and shoved off to punch Karl in the face. Karl took the hit and spun around to kick him across the back. The air left Sean's lungs, the force sending him forward. Diving into a forward roll, Sean rolled back up to his knees and blocked another kick that was aimed at his face. Sean grabbed his leg after the kick, and punched Karl in the balls. As Karl went down to his knees, Sean rose enough to kick Karl in the throat. Karl grunted from the hit, rolling across the floor to get away from him. Sean pursued him, trying to kick him in the face. Karl surprised him by blocking with hands, before his legs shot up to kick him in the chest. Sean fell back across the floor, his back hitting the cement hard enough to jar both his body and his vision.

Karl leapt down upon him as Sean was staggering up onto all fours, tackling him to the floor. On top of him, Karl positioned himself quickly to pin him down on his stomach, purring into his ear lustfully. "I'm gonna ride this dragon, boys!" The whores cheered, until Sean jerked his head back to brake Karl's nose. Sean then tightened his legs around Karl's waist and rolled him onto his back. Sitting up on Karl's lap facing his legs, Sean punched Karl in the balls repeatedly. Karl sat up to grab his throat to choke him, causing Sean to rapidly start beating Karl's ribs with his elbow. Karl punched Sean in the side, causing Sean to yelp from the brass knuckles he felt. Snatching his punching hand, Sean tried to pull the arm around his neck up enough to bite it. Karl's legs wrapped around his to keep him from rising off his lap to wiggle free. Sean refused to relent. Against his ear, Karl growled out. "You're so scrawny that I can feel your bony ass. Any fuck you get will break you in half!" Sean almost had his arm up enough to bite it, when Karl suddenly released him to shove him across the floor.

Sean quickly sprang up onto all fours as Karl lazily leaned on a raised leg, informing Nate casually. "Control your boy, Nate." Sean rose up, snapping out bitterly. "You giving up, bitch?! Come on! I can take you!" Nate rushed up to keep him from getting to Karl. Karl slowly looked up at him without any trace of concern, answering calmly. "Call it a lack of interest. I prefer men with more... meat on them. You're a decent enough fighter... but I'm losing my high and I'd rather wrestle this." Karl leaned back, grabbing the thick creamy jiggling ass of one of his whores by his throne. The whore chuckled, letting Karl smack his ass hard enough to make the man's full ass ripple. Sean clenched his jaw feeling insulted on so many levels. Nate wrapped his arms around him, telling the now distracted Karl. "Well, we will get out of your way then." Karl waved a dismissive hand toward them, before rising to bite the whore's ass playfully. Guiding him away, Nate whispered over his shoulder. "Be thankful that Karl has a very short attention span and that his bitch was teasing him... He was about to pull his knife on you."

Nate pulled him to another set of stairs that led up. Sean broke from Nate's grip and slammed him against the wall of the stairway, snapping out. "What the fuck is going on?! Start explaining before I kick YOUR ARSE!" Nate glanced toward the throne room and stairs leading down. After a minute, he whispered to him discreetly. "Not here. Come on." Nate led him up the steps into what appeared to be an attic space. The place was dimly lit with soft red neon lights and there were thick rolled out bed mats and blankets everywhere. The place had so many pillows and it was oddly romantic in an orgy kind of way. Nate beckoned him in so that he could close the wooden hatch. Sean hugged himself nervously. This place was so empty, but it smelled of sweat. With the hatch closed, everything fell into silence from below. Nate moved in to take a seat on the bedded down floor, informing him gently. "Don't worry. They rarely come up here. Most stay up partying and fall asleep in some orgy thing downstairs."

Sean rubbed his arms, mumbling out almost unwillingly. "What's going on, Nate? Why are you with these acid drinkers?" Nate patted the space by him, starting in sweetly. "I didn't have a choice. No one else would take me in. Not after what the Red Cyclones did to our territory. They didn't want the heat. I'm not happy about this either... but Karl isn't unreasonable. I can work around him." Sean shrugged, asking curiously. "How did you convince them to raid Valhalla? How did you know where I'd be? How did you-" Nate raised his hands to slow him down, chuckling out softly. "Easy. I was getting to that. I had to get a new job... the Red Cyclones have got hits out on me. I can't get near the racetrack anymore. However, the Trader said there was an opening for a Black Market dealer here. It pays so much more and all I have to do is help the Trader with transactions to and from Valhalla. So, I can enter pretty far into Valhalla to make deliveries." Sean relaxed across from him, listening as he rubbed his ribs.

Nate took a deep breath, then added in with a smile. "During one of my deliveries to drop off these weird containers of merman sperm... Don't ask. I heard that a Slum Dog was going to be featured in the Expo. So, I told these guys that I'd order in some bike supplies to get them into the Slum Races... If they helped me get you out." Sean blinked asking him a little emotional. "Why? I was so mean to you..." Nate scooted closer, cupping his face as he told him with loving eyes. "Because I love you, Sean. I'd risk it all for you. I'd die for you." Sean touched Nate's warm wrists, uttering out so softly under his breath. "Oh, Nate... You shouldn't say that." Nate brought his lips to his, placing a slow and tender kiss against them. Sean didn't stop him, he welcomed it. After a brief little kiss, Nate whispered to him breathlessly. "About what I said to Karl about you... I was just trying to keep Karl from touching you. I was even going to step in to help you fight him... but I know how much you hate that."

Sean smirked, cupping his hands under Nate's chin to pull him into another kiss. Nate released Sean, grabbing his jacket to pull it off. Sean rose to his knees, helping him push it down his arms. After which, his hand lingered on Nate's green dragon tattoo that spanned from his shoulder down to his elbow. The dragon was beautiful with ocean blue eyes. Nate glanced at it, then locked eyes with Sean to whisper to him. "They wanted me to laser it off... but I refused. They can force me to wear their colors... but I'm a dragon and I won't ever stop being one." Sean stroked the tattoo, mumbling out. "It still hurts to see you wear that ugly skull..." Nate touched the underside of his jaw, telling him seriously. "It hurts me too. But a hidden dragon is better than a dead one. They'll never see me coming." Sean cupped Nate's face, tilting Nate's head back as he whispered down over his lips. "You sneaky son of a bitch. Are you planning to take them over?" Nate grinned, discreetly whispering hungrily. "Shh... You shouldn't wake a slumbering dragon."

Sean chuckled, lowering his lips enough to kiss him again. This time the tender kiss grew more passionate. Nate's hands wrapped around his waist, shifting him to lay him back against the padded floor. Sean tore at his tank top, until he pulled it free of Nate. Nate's tattoos looked gorgeous on his flexing muscles. Nate laid over him, kissing him hungrily. Sean arched his back, enjoying the strange feeling of having Nate's weight on him. Nate's hand ran over Sean's chest, grabbing his shirt to pull it up over his abs. Sean closed his eyes with a nervous moan. He wasn't sure he wanted to give Nate his virginity, but he welcomed being touched right now. Nate broke the kiss to purr against his neck. "God damn... You do smell good. What is that?" Sean couldn't answer because Nate was yanking his belt free. Nate loosened his pants, his hand venturing in so slowly as he purred to him lovingly. "Are you actually enjoying this? Did you miss me that much that you'll let me touch you now?"

Sean bit his lip, feeling suddenly anxious. He couldn't bare to tell him why. Would Nate think less of him for letting an Elite put his hands on him? Nate's fingers slipped beneath his underwear, sliding through his thick pubic hair. Sean held his breath unable to breathe. He didn't know what to do. Nate's fingers slid around the sides of his shaft, his head jerking up from his neck to ask curiously. "What's this?" Sean's eyes shot open and he jerked up, shouting out desperately. "Don't touch it!" Nate slowly removed his hand from his pants, letting Sean sit up. Sean cupped his dick, scooting away as he uttered out in horror to himself. "Oh shite... The Training ring... No... No... FUCK!" Nate sat back on his heels, mumbling out in shock. "A Training ring...? Sean. Are you a Pet?" To Be Continued...