Jack turned his blushing face away, mumbling out weakly. "Can I watch the live stream now"? He felt so ashamed that he had enjoyed Declan's advances for even a second. He was better than this. Declan's hand touched his shoulder so lightly, but even that was enough to make Jack cringe a little. He was having trouble trusting himself now. As Declan's hand slowly caressed his arm, he leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Have I treated you so badly that you're afraid of my touch, Jack"? Jack gritted his teeth, shaking his head and refusing to meet his eyes. Declan's hand moved from his shoulder to stroke his chest hair, causing Jack to shiver. Declan sighed softly to himself, saying casually. "Turn around, pup". Now Jack met Declan's eyes out of worry. Declan removed his hand from Jack's chest, stating calmly. "You can't watch the stream facing me now, can you"? 

Jack's heart leapt and he turned to face the iPad as Declan messed with a small remote. Declan brought up the live stream, setting the remote down by the vodka bottle, asking sweetly. "Does this make you happy"? Jack's focus was on the screen as Mark stood in a kitchen with Tyler and Ethan. Seeing Mark gave him comfort, so he nodded as his only response. Jack eyes never left Mark, until he saw an arm slide over his shoulder. Jack looked down to see Declan's arm wrap around his shoulders like a snake, revealing one of his many tattoos up close. This particular tattoo caught Jack's eyes. It was a brightly colored tattoo of a Russian stacking doll. The girls face was beautiful with haunting sorrow filled eyes. Her hair was flowing out across her face from under a hood made of a starry night sky, while beneath her a rushing sea storm was crashing all around a bright red heart. Over the heart was a white ribbon with Russian writing on it.

Jack reached up to trace his finger across the scar that he could see just under the ribbon. The scar spanned the whole center of the doll, like the seam of a stacking doll. Declan's fingers curled against Jack's shoulder in caution, but Jack asked him curiously. "What does this say"? Declan's voice was low and filled with pain, when he answered close to his ear. "любовь разорвет нас на части. It means... Love will tear us apart". Jack removed his hand from Declan's scar, saying genuinely. "I'm sorry". Declan's voice strengthened, when he answered with a small sigh. "Why are you sorry"? Jack looked up to see Mark talking to the audience and uttered out casually. "I can imagine why you got that. You mentioned earlier that Orson's mother caught you with Melanie... You never said what happened to her".

Declan's arm tightened just a little, before he mumbled out in an undertone. "I sent her across the sea. She promised to meet my sister there in Russia. I told her she would be safe there from Alison's jealous wraith. I found out from my sister a few months later... The ship never made it. A storm sank the boat... There were no survivors". Jack felt his eyes well up. He could feel Declan's pain like it was his own. Declan kissed his shoulder tenderly, whispering against his skin. "That scar was from the knife I took to protect Melanie as she ran away from here. Cut straight to the bone and got me thirty stitches with my added castration. The things we do for love...". Jack swallowed nervously, asking. "Why didn't you run with her"? Declan lifted his hand to stroke the metal collar around Jack's neck, answering dryly. "This room was mine, remember? I couldn't leave this room. Or I would have gladly died with her on that ship".

Jack licked his dry lips, almost afraid to ask as he glanced over his shoulder to look Declan in the eyes. "I don't understand you, Declan. Why stay here? You're a Master now. Why take over the academy? Why take me from Mark? Why do any of this"? Declan flashed him a sad smile, his eyes becoming distant, when he answered honestly. "On that bitches death bed... I told her that I planned to tear down this academy... but I couldn't do it. I met Melanie here. So, I gave it to Orson. I went home to Russia for the first time in... years. Unfortunately, Everyone believed that I killed Alison as revenge for Melanie and to take over the academy anyway. I was free. When Orson convinced me to return... That is when I saw Mark. I got it in my head to be a Master like my Melanie was. Then I got a link a few years later that lead me to you". Jack held his breathe as Declan's eyes stared into his very being, before telling him. "What you went through. That was how I was sold to Alison. I was kidnapped off the streets of Russia at eighteen. I didn't see Russia or my sister again for... ten years".

Jack didn't know how to react or feel. Declan brushed a hand down Jack's cheek, adding in sweetly. "The day I bought you, is the day I made a new promise to myself... and it has taken me a long time to get to this point. But it is for the better". Jack shifted uncomfortably in place, asking hesitantly. "What is that exactly"? A devilish look flashed across Declan's face, making goosebumps trail up his arms. After a moment, Declan gestured to the stream telling him with that same evil smirk. "Enjoy the stream". Jack turned to look at the iPad, saying in a soft murmur. "If you're castrated... What could you possibly be getting out of all this"? Declan's grip suddenly tightened up firmly, pulling Jack back against his chest. Jack thrashed in the water a moment, until Declan shushed him down, telling him calmly. "Easy now. You're so skittish. I was going to show you".

Jack's heart started to race faster as Declan pulled him onto his lap. Jack resisted, but wasn't too afraid. He still had the dragon dildo up his ass... So, it wasn't like Declan could just surprise him. Declan spread Jack's legs over his, parting them wider. Jack tried to sit forward, but Declan held him back against him with a tight arm around his chest. Jack gripped Declan's arm in slight concern. He didn't know how Declan was going to show him, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Declan's free hand drifted down Jack's side to his inner thigh, telling him in a soothing voice. "Do I terrify you that much, Jack? I spread your legs on the bed and you seemed fine". Jack blushed, turning his face away. Declan's fingers slid in to cup his balls tenderly, but it was enough to make Jack yelp and try to scramble away. Declan was a lot stronger than he looked though and held him firmly to him. He even waited for Jack to settle down.

As Jack clawed the edge of the tub with one hand, his other clawed into Declan's arm around his chest. Panting heavily, Jack slowly settled down enough for Declan to tell him casually. "Jack... Calm yourself. Before you get hurt on something. I promised Mark that I wouldn't hurt you. Now listen". Jack didn't move an inch, but he was listening. Declan stroked Jack's balls, causing him to whine through gritted teeth. It wasn't painful and that was what scared him. His body was enjoying this against his will. Over his shoulder, Declan calmly told him. "I'm fixed. Which means I don't have balls anymore. So, my sex drive is... drastically lower than yours. What turns you on in an instant, takes me longer to get there. This makes me the worst and best kind of Master. Cause I have full control over your sex drive, while it is not easy for you to turn my sex drive against me".

Jack relaxed a little, saying mostly to himself. "That's why you got the nickname 'The Master of Domination', isn't it? Because no Sub can get you to give in to your own sexual desires as easily as you can cripple them with theirs...". Declan kissed Jack's neck, whispering wickedly to him. "Correct. Now speaking of crippling desires. You still didn't finish what we started in the bedroom". Jack jerked his head to look at Declan and Declan removed his hand from between his legs, stating. "I won't touch. I won't even ask you to look at me. Just watch the stream and do it". Jack tried to slip off Declan's lap, but couldn't. Declan shifted Jack more comfortably over his lap, saying casually. "Stay right here. You do this and I'll reveal something important to you about my intentions for Mark on this stream as a reward". Jack sighed reluctantly. His interest had been peeked and now he was worried enough that he wanted to know. Relaxing back against Declan's chest, Jack draped his legs back over Declan's. Letting him spread them wide again as he braced his feet on the seats across from them under the warm water.

Declan was a man of his word. His hands moved away from Jack's body to rest up on the edge of the tub. Jack bit his lip, reaching between his legs, when Declan moved a bit to fumble with something under the water. When Declan's hand came back up to the surface, he was holding what looked to be a fleshlight that was attached to some kind of underwater tubing. Jack hesitantly took it, listening to Declan calmly tell him. "Try this. It will do most of the work". Jack rolled his eyes. He knew Declan probably gave him this just because he was having trouble. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth and slid the wet fleshlight over his cock. A small groan left his throat as he realized what the tubing attached to it was for. Like the jacuzzi tub, it was causing a rush of bubbles up the shaft of the silicone fleshlight making his legs tense up at the pleasurable sensation of it. Arching back a bit into Declan, Jack tried to keep himself under control.

He could hear Mark's voice on the stream and with his eyes closed, he could almost imagine Mark was behind him and not Declan. Jack's moans were becoming harder to suppress. It pained him to try so hard to resist. Toys like this felt like cheating. Declan's arm suddenly slipped over his chest to hold him still and Jack didn't have the breath to ask why. He could just watch helplessly as Declan shifted his legs up higher and felt the dragon vibrator start. Between the two, Jack felt his resolve bust. Belting out a moan that echoed off the bathroom walls and had his whole body tensing up from one or the other.  They were working him wild. Declan simply held him still, turning up the volume on the iPad. Jack resisted, until his body gave up and couldn't take it anymore.  His body just wanted to gave Declan what he wanted. Shooting his load of swimmers into the fleshlight, Declan stroked his arms until he relaxed into a muddled mess.

It was only than, when he was completely exhausted that Declan whispered against his ear in a wicked purring voice. "Here is your reward... The link that I sent Mark for this live stream. It was suppose to send all donations made to my bank account... but it is not. All donations are going to the charity. In other words, All the money that Mark thinks he is paying me in order to buy you back... Isn't. When he shows up here again... The real fun will begin". To Be Continued...