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Tommy Harper

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Twenty-three years old

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Tommy is a very strong willed person who won't take bullshit from anyone no matter who they are. He's a fighter and will pay back any wrongs to him tenfold. Becuase of this he often finds himself chained up in a cage being called a beast. All he ever did was demand to be treated with respect and human decency, but his situation would not allow that to go unpunished. Tommy has never really had time to expolore his softer, more sensitive side of himself.

I don't want to talk about it...

As a child Tommy could of avoided what happened to him later in life, if only he could of kept himself in check. He was the son to servants that served a noble family. His parents must of told him a million times never to talk back to the master of the house.

Tommy was at the age of thriteen on his first day serving the masters table. The master was a nasty old man of a drag queen and loved to torment handsome young men. When the master tripped the boy carrying the drinks there was an up roar, "How dare you drop my guests beverages you klutz!" The reaction might not of been so bad to recover from but when the master proceeded to step on his hand Tommy lost it.

He pulled his hand away and grabbed the masters ankle " How dare you trip me and spill your guests beverages you nasty old hag?!" He hissed from the ground. Master was terrified by the beastly look in the boys eyes, "M-monster!" He cried. Tommy was quickly locked up and sold to a dear friend of the masters who had a certain hobby and breaking creatures spirits.

Since that day Tommy has endured many forms of torture and been forwarded from 'hoobyist' to hobbyist in hopes that someone could tame the beast of a boy. None have succeded... Yet.


More!
+ Praise
+ Warm meals
+ Having abed and being allowed to sleep regularly
+ His parents

Ew, stop it!
- Being looked down on
- Being refered to as a beast/animal/monster
- People trying to tame him
- Failed escape attempts

Extra Info;
Role: Seme - has been forced into seke and uke roles
Theme:Monster by Ghost Town
Hight: 5'8"
Eye Colour: Light grey/ very pale blue
Hair Colour: Dark brown

Name: Reese Montague
Age: 26
Role: Seme - Seke at a push

Height: 6"4
Eye colour: Green
Hair colour: Golden blondy-brown

Internal/Secret Theme song: Hold it against me

Reese Montague, beast tamer extraordinaire, was indeed bored, stuck in his all too familiar house with toys that were simply too easy to break. It was becoming harder and harder to find a decent challenge, something worth actually spending the effort on and splashing some cash at.... lions, tigers, human beasts.... he had tried them all.... none could best his stubborn arrogance. Though he had to wonder... was he trying to be beaten? Or simply looking for someone who could get close, match his stubbornness before finally bending to his will.... a challenge that lead to a more satisfied victory? Perhaps that was what he was missing... the thrill, the adventure, the pure challenge.

So, no one was more curious than he when a rather unexpected package was left on his door. The elegant clothe that covered the cage gave away who it was from... Eliza. He could practically smell her perfume, though he doubted the clothe had ever been near her personally. He smirked despite himself... what had the spicy little vixen sent him this time? It was rare that she ever did, but the last toy that she sent him had indeed been enjoyable for a time. Plucking free the note he read it, his eyes lighting up with the possibility before him.... Oh, so this one bites huh? He allowed his expression to fall stoic, a trained expression to keep his targets in the dark on his true expression, his mood secret. Inside he was alive, excited almost.... though he was sure he was about to be disappointed.

Not wanting reveal his gift on the step he snapped his fingers, three of his own men came forth and dragged the cage to it's new home.... a basement room, divided into four rooms, the outer room was separate, simply a joining room to the rest of the house, but beyond it stood three elegant and very different rooms.... a gilded cage. One held a beautiful bed, with hooks and looks in strategic places for all kinds of rope play and other kinky stuff, chests filled with toys, paddles and other implements of punishment sat hanging on the walls. Beside that was a large bathroom, walk in bath with all kinds of accessories for utter luxury. It was large enough to have five people in the tub.... he had to say he liked the extra room that provided... plenty of space to... experiment.

The last was plain. Four walls, chains and hoops. Steel and metal. Nothing came free, nothing could be used against him... he had always be careful to keep it that way. The cage was rolled into position, his men dismissed without so much as a second glance. Once alone he pulled free the material, allowing it to fall to the ground as his green eyes fell upon the beast within. Brown hair.... unkempt... bloody.... muzzled.... hmmmm.... he saw potential. "My, my... what do we have here." He mused to himself. He knew what the note said, but well... he was a gambling man. Ruled with an iron fist. He reached into the cage and touched the muzzle, moved his fingers up until the tips touched flesh. "Such a shame to keep you in this terrible contraption... what do you say... behave and I will take it off. Even let you have a nice soak in the bath." A game... he would stand by his word, he was nothing if not honest... to a point at least... but he found that he might actually be a little disappointed if it was that easy. Still, he did actually want the muzzle off... he liked a little... bite.

Teasingly he tugged at the buckle a little, just enough to hint at freedom. "Nod if you agree." Curiously he watched.... his eyes wandering over the creatures body, checking out the slight toned form, the cuts did nothing to hide the power he could see hidden, the body would be hot and sexy if it was washed.... the power of an untamed beast... tantalising and exciting indeed.

Reese watched with mild fascination, his eyes catching every movement, and he didn't so much as flinch when the guy shot forward and slammed his head against the cage, he might have actually cried out in pain had the strike hit. Still it was expected.... what beast didn't push their master? Didn't try and push the boundaries, to see exactly what it would take to get free.... until one day figuring out that they were broken and going no where? Yes, that was the thrill of a tamer, the thrill of the domination, the utter control. A control that Reese needed, order was important, and he was simply too stubborn to roll over and play dead.

His eyes sparkled with the hint of a smile for a sort while. Good boy he thought, the truth was that Reese would have been sourly disappointed had it been too easy, been lacking.....

....and that look! That smouldering hatred just called to all parts on him on the most basic of levels. Dominance. Control. Power. That was what he sought, that was what he would take out of this toys will. It would be his, and once he had it, he would discard the broken thing.... maybe even send it back to Eliza for his own amusement. The ghost of a smile lit up his lips for a moment before it was gone, as if simply never there. "What a naughty kitten," He said, sliding his arm through the cage. "But very well, if you would rather have the muzzle on, I suppose I will simply have to eat and drink the food I had brought for you." He turned his back, "Shame, I thought you would like the succulent beef with roast potatoes and all the trimmings, Yorkshire puddings too." Yes, he was teasing, wanting to test his new toy's tolerance and limits. Wanted to see what it would take to push him to his limit. Plus, if he knew Eliza as well as he did, he was sure she had kept him hungry.... maybe even near starved had he been particularly stubborn. Something to be used to his advantage perhaps? Yes. Most certainly. He would use anything he could take to get ahead. It was the same in business too.

Wandering to the door for a moment he opened it, left it wide open (so that his little captive could watch him) and walked towards the door to the four room. In it stood the three servants that had brought the cage down here. In a hushed voice, one that wouldn't be heard by the beast he said. "Bring me a plate of supper. Beaker of water. Straw. Bandages. Ointment. Vinegar. Oh... and a small wooden paddle." Once again he dismissed the group, knowing instantly without watching that they would go off and fetch what he wanted immediately. Broken beasts, tamed to his touch were discarded, but a good servant never did go a miss. He treated them well enough, and he had learnt that most preferred that his attention was not on them. Whatever, it was boring trying to ride a horse that someone else had already broken.

He moved out of view of the door then, something he did on purpose, you couldn't be missed if you never left, couldn't give the beast both a sense of dread and expectancy if you were always together. Distances was good at times... but not too much at first. Reese had a goal right now, he wanted to see his new toy properly. Entering the bathroom he unlocked one of three sealed cupboards a pulled out two reinforced plastic bowls, not as large as sink basins, but large enough for his hand to fit in. He filled one with freezing cold water, and the other he mixed hot and cold together until it was pleasantly warm. Should have asked for ice cubes he mused, making a note to next time as he tossed a blue wash clothe in one bowl and green in the other and carried them back into kitten.

"Miss me kitten?" He purposefully didn't ask for the guys name, partly because he didn't care, and partly because he didn't want to waste his breath. He doubted kitten would have told him, and while Reese enjoyed taunting with his rhetorical questions, too many unanswered actual questions did little but p*ss him off. Something that he couldn't afford right now, when his anger erupted it would be easy to snap the other in two, especially in his current condition. "So, shall we get you cleaned up?" Punishment and reward was a strange game. It came in many forms..... and right now that came in the combination of different temperatures of water.

That look of kitten's burnt in his mind, smouldering, hot, and sexy as hell. It did things to him, stirred his base desires. Oh yeah.... he was going to enjoy breaking this one. Sometimes there were better weapons than whips and chains, and sometimes it was simply fun trying everything out!

Warm for reward, cold for punishment. A warning for the future, be nice and Reese could be warm... almost generous even.... be bad and he would be cold, cruel and punishing.

One of the men arrived with everything lining a silver tray. The things he asked for all in a line, of course they knew him well enough to put the vinegar into a small jug and not it's bottle. Easier to hide it's content. Good. This was going to be fun. The servant left instantly, already forgotten.

"Now." He said, dipping the cloth and ringing it out. "Would you like to be clean kitten?" Reese didn't expected an answer, even as he stood up and approached the cage. "Just water." He didn't bother with words of comfort, why claim to be harmless when you both knew you weren't? No, he wouldn't insult the other with such lies. After all, Reese suspected things were not going to simply be fine. Eyes of green scanned the guys body, his legs were chained pretty heavily... he would start there, around the locks. Work his way up.... he was excited at the thought alone as he reached fearlessly forward to clean his right leg first.

Reese was used to silence, revelled in it if nothing else, and when his new pet allowed him (for he was under no delusions that it was for any other reason) to clean him he did so with exceeding care, and perhaps to Kitten's surprise he never once jabbed a finger in a wound or was cruel for no reason. After all, right now Kitten was behaving, hadn't tried to attack him again and was, in a small way, submitting to his will.... so no jabbing, yet. However if the guy thought he was getting to eat simply because he was fresh meat... well, he obviously didn't know Reese. Reese would be more than happy to sit in front of the starving guy and eat the food he had had prepared for him. Given how the guys stomach rumbled and shook at the mention of food, coupled with the drool that was currently running free down the things chin it was clear his new pet hadn't ate in quite some while. Good. As Reese moved from place to place he allowed himself to take in the others form.... he was too slim, the muscle potential was there but he was in a bad way, clearly the results of poor care due to disobedience. Reese didn't blame the other trainers, after all it was a tactic he was more than willing to utilise himself, still he didn't enjoy seeing such a fierce creature in such poor condition. Once more the memory of Kitten's eyes blazing into his own came to mind. That was what he wanted to see. That fire. That passion. That pure hatred. That was what he would possess and control. Kitten's very soul.

Higher and higher his clothe rose and for a long while Reese was happy to sit in silence as he worked, allowing the smell of the cooling food to waft freely around them. "Now kitten." He stood and from behind brought his arms up around the guy, his strength clearly demonstrated in the quiet action of wrapping his arms around Kitten's shoulders and neck. "Let's give you a little room." There was method in his madness. He had taken advantage of the guys feverish state, the way he slumped against the cage, and his exposed back, as he snapped open the buckles on the muzzle and freed the guy mouth before stepping back instantly so that Kitten couldn't rear up on him. "Better, no?" His voice remained steady, unaffected. He offered a curious brow, amusement lining his face. Surprisingly to most he had worn a muzzle once... it was not an experience he ever wished to repeat nor a story he wished to tell.... but in a small way he did understand, the fact was, he simply didn't care. The allowed freedom was for his own gain and not Kitten's. Something Kitten would be wise to pick up on quickly.

Rule one. Gain your pets attention.

There was a code that Reese lived by, one that wasn't obvious from the outside, but it still existed. Still beat like a living entity within him. He was a raging beast without his code.

He walked around the cage, a graceful gait to his step as he leaned down and picked up two identical looking pots he made his way back towards the cage. Close enough that Kitten would be able to smell him, his scent clearly one of expense but below it was something much more masculine and wholly Reese. "Some of those wounds are pretty deep Kitten. Now... I'd like to play a game. If you play nice then you get a reward in the shape of food and treatment. If not... well, you get to witness as I punish your body then eat your supper." His gaze was focused, sincere, and if Kitten was looking close enough he would know that Reese truly did mean it. He would do so in a heartbeat. Ointment for good. Vinegar for bad. And if he had to use Vinegar five times... well.... no food. Simple. Truth.

He sniffed the containers, it was obvious which was which but he liked to pretend that he had forgotten, how convenient of him! "So. Let us begin." He smirked. His eyes roaming over Kittens body. "I ask a question. You answer it. Failure to do so or lying means punishment. Push too hard and you starve tonight." He repeated the rules, knowing that the guy was in a fever.... he didn't want to be unfair... not that he really cared about that pathetic balance that others lived by. He chuckled in his mind, oh he was going to enjoy this. Making pets squirm was always so much fun. "And maybe tomorrow if you anger me." After all, boring Reese meant he walked away and 'forgot' you. That was not something you wanted. Was worst than if he administered punishment with his own hands... after all... he was sadistic and cruel on the best of days, add in anger and you upped the game to completely different level, one that very few had the stomach for.

Starting off simple he asked. "Who was your previous owner?" He already knew the answer of course, but that was why it made a good test. Eliza. Bless her wicked heart. "What was the last punishment your received?" Whipping, if those wounds were anything to go by. He had become rather an expect given what he had dished out over the years. Reese circled the cage as he spoke, both pots moved to his right hand as he prepared to administer his punishment.

Between each question he administered his punishment or reward as required. A dab of ointment for a good answer or vinegar for bad. "What is your name?" His eyes lingered on the guys body again, lowering to his arse. "Have you ever been held by a man before?" Eyes roaming lower still, fresh blood had started to run from the freshly washed wounds. Bright red. The body was filled with giving life blood.... but it was so much more entertaining to see it on the outside. To test a pets endurance.

He moved closer, his breath hot against Kitten's neck as he asked in a husky seductive voice, "Do you want me to hold you?" He asked more for his own curiosity to Kitten's answer than anything else, after all, he wouldn't give Kitten much of a choice if that was what he wanted.... an image of Kitten bound in ropes hanging above his bed and unable to resist as he took him rose to mind and he was instantly aroused with the thought. Yes, if he wanted it, he would take it. But not tonight.... tonight was a different kind of game. A game to test dominance and will. He was sure Kitten would give it his best shot before he finally crumbled under his will... after all, Reese was that confident. His stubbornness was born of something most didn't understand, couldn't begin to even comprehend... but it had been a baptism of fire.

Reese could tell that the guy was hungry, and noted that he seemed almost willing to play along if the prospect of food was available. He would have to remember that, after all, Reese really didn't have an issue with starving his chargers if he needed to. He had in fact killed his first ever pet that way, not that many even knew or remembered the guy. After all Reese's reputation started to grow much later than that... but he remembered that was all that mattered.

"Eliza" Correct answer, rather than waste energy saying so he spoon fed the guy his first mouthful of food. "We played endurance" He actually smirked at that. Clever cunning beast.... a wrong answer posing as a correct one. So spirit and intelligence, rare traits to appear side by side. Perhaps that was why he had lasted so much longer than the others masters. He actually admired the guys courage, for a fleeting moment at least, he would enjoy breaking that spirit of his.... for that was the only way to truly break a wild beast like him. "Good try, but that wasn't the question." He mused, more to himself than Kitten. One strike. "Tommy" The guys name didn't suit him, Kitten was much better, and so he decided he would probably continue using Kitten most of the time, for now at least. Still. The answer deserved some food. Another forkful. Reese could tell that he was reluctant to talk at all, that he did so only for necessity, food meant strength after all.... but the trick was to keep them talking once they started.... talking without giving them too much strength or power. A balance that took some manoeuvring.

Of course that idea was blown out of the water when Tommy reacted the way he did.... and f*ck, but that seemed to excite him even more. He would enjoy breaking this beast, enjoy it a lot. Reese managed to move back before Tommy struck the metal, but the ring of cage reminded him just how close he had come, just how dangerous this guy was.... huge turn on. "Ah... I see." He said with a smile, his eyes burning with something though what wasn't obvious if you didn't know Reese. It was a strange and odd combination of pride, respect and want. The want to break him. The want to claim him. To have him. And he would... he just knew it.

Reese stood up, taking the food with him. Two forkfuls wasn't enough to put the man in any better shape but it was enough for now. Punishment for his actions... no more food. He wouldn't explain, there was no need. "You still believe you have the power here." He mused, the prospect rather amusing. "That you still have some control over yourself, over what you can do and not do." He turned then, facing him, his gaze burning and serious. "You're wrong." The smallest of grins touched his lips, so slight it was easy to miss among his fiery eyes and otherwise stoic expression. "I am the master here. And if I want to f*ck you, to ride you until you beg for release... well, I will. Again." He turned, food in hand. "And again." Another step towards the bin. "And again." He dumped the food in the bin. A double meaning... a show that to him the food and the beast were just objects to be used and then tossed away? Whatever. Reese turned back to the tray of other stuff he had asked for, picking up the paddle and lightly tapping his other hand with it as he circled the cage, a sadistic twist appearing in his eyes.

"This will be your punishment for threatening me." He always announced why he was punishing, the point being so they could avoid doing it again, associating the pain with the reason and not wanting to have to experience that again.

WHACK. He struck the guy above the bond on his right leg. One. He walked some more. WHACK. He struck the guy on the arse. Two. Another few steps and he was directly in front of the guy, but far enough from the cage that he couldn't be caught by a sudden body jerking movement. He moved so fast, striking the guys stomach that most might have missed it... except for the pain. WHACK. Three.

"Now." He said as he put the paddle back down and sat down to watch his new play thing. "Shall we try this again?"

It might be sick but the power he felt when he watched the other keel over, limp for a moment in his chains as he huffed and puffed his way through the pain. The delicious curve of the spine, the droop of submission that the other didn't even realise he was presenting was a temptation he just wanted to sink in and indulge in. That was why he watched, why he kicked the rest of the world out of this private moment. This was his and his alone to indulge in. Reese rarely ever invited anyone to watch his performances, and if he did it was a very select few, a few he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could force to submit below his iron fist just as the pet he played with did. This pet before him would be no different from the others. He would come to accept his surrender, to crave it even, of that Reese was sure. Just as so many before him had crumbled under his touch.

Some might say he was arrogant. They would be right of course, but that didn't mean his arrogance didn't get results. After all, this was a solitary business, if he didn't believe in himself... well, he might very well crumble himself under the temptation to go easier on his pets.

Still, he enjoyed the fight, liked that Tommy didn't make it easy for him. Even liked the fact that the guy had balls.... calling him Princess took guts after all. Of course, he never showed any of that, simply remained emotionless, in looks at least. His demeanour calm and collected, peaceful even, as if he was completely unshaken by anything. Perhaps that was true, perhaps not. It didn't matter. He was in control here, and the sooner Tommy realised that, the better.

Crouching down he leaned into the cage and tugged on Tommy's chin so he had no other choice but to look at him. His grip was firm, probably bordering on pain if not broaching it already. That didn't matter though, all that mattered was the eye contact. His own green eyes seeking out the light blue of the others. They were an unusual colour, the colour of a storm. The hazy grey clouds that wanted to break out into a clear day.... or perhaps that was the other way around, either way, they suited his little kitten. "I haven't even begun to throw a tantrum kitten." He allowed his words to sink in, to prove he was as serious as he sounded. An almost evil smirk covered his expression, warping his features slightly as the stoic mask slipped. "I am so going to enjoy your submission." He didn't loosen the grip he had on Tommy's' chin, if anything he increased the pressure. "I am going to enjoy recording it as my servants wash you." He taunted, knowing how much such a suggestion would immaculate the other. "Their nibble hands preparing you for whatever I want." He moved forward a little, a growl escaping him. "And if you so much as harm them, retaliate against them, well...." He grinned. "I will so enjoy what reward I get to take out on you." He was silent for a moment, simply watched and listened. "Behave yourself and things will go so much easier on you." For the first time since the Princess comment he released the others chin. stalked towards his tray and picked up the water and vinegar again.

Three calculated strides placed him before the cage once more and he sat down. He sniffed each contained, a show since he was more than aware of which was which. "Now. We will start again kitten." He quirked a brow in challenge. "Unless you would rather I simply brought food here so you can watch me each.... how does.... oh I don't know, a week sound?" He wouldn't let Tommy starve to death in the first week, would inject him with the vitamins the guy needed if needed, but that didn't mean he had to feed him either. Food was a privilege not an expectation.

"Who owned you before Eliza? How many masters in total?" Reese didn't really care but he knew he would be more than happy to rub his victory in each and every previous masters face when the time came. "How old are you?" He kept the questions coming, interested to see Kitten's reaction. "Do you like pretty females?" He taunted a little.... "Behave and I will have a fresh b***h, willing of course, brought down for you to rut with." As if! Reese didn't share, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious about Tommy's reaction.

Reese probably enjoyed the snarling creature far too much, but that didn't stop him from a small indulgent smile. This would be fun, his adrenaline took a spike of interest just as his c**k did the same. It was a good job he was hidden among the expensive trousers, and he had far more control than the other gave him credit for. He waved away the response about not hurting anyone who didn't deserve it. "We shall see." He said instead before standing up and stretching a little as he looked down at his new pet. "Have you ever thought that your writing and squirming form will excite me all the more?" In many ways Reese preferred a willing bedmate, but he would do what was needed.... and as he rounded the cage and examined the goods within he knew he wanted inside that sexy arse. "We shall see." He mused again before standing before the guy again and listening to the answers to his all important questions.

Mary and William? He knew of them, a tag team controlled by Mary. A vindictive woman who enjoyed playing with her pets as much as a petulant child enjoyed playing with food before they ate it, no indulgence and satisfaction as far as he was concerned. No, he wanted to savour the flavour and enjoy it completely. He growled a little under his breath before realising what he was doing and forcing the noise to a close. "Impressive number." And it was, twelve was indeed a lot, it was surprising that he hadn't been put down by now.... and why had Eliza taken him on knowing she was number twelve? Normally she preferred fresher meat to play with, though perhaps she had been glory hunting? He didn't know, and if he was honest, he actually didn't care.

The lads age surprised him, even though there were three years between them he actually had pegged Tommy as being older. Maybe it was those eyes of his? Then the dejected way he hung his head and blushed caught Reese's attention immediately, every protective instinct he had buried roaring to life.... even as part of his mind whispered that this might be the in he needed to break his latest acquisition. "Such good manners." He said, meaning it to sound mocking though their was less fire behind his words than before. "I will have you begging for me one day soon...." He moved closer to the cage, wanting to rattle him, wanting to see the fire return to his pets eyes, wanting to see his kitten's claws. "...begging me to finish you, to complete you.... to fill you so completely." He smirked. The light tap on the door caught his attention and he frowned as he approached. He had ordered no one to disturb him... what the hell was going on? It better be important or heads were about to roll.... literally.

What he saw surprised him, one of his servants stood visibly shaking. "So--sorr-yy master." The fool stammered out. The pathetic noise doing nothing but rising his ire. He huffed, not reply but instead crossed his arms and waited. The guy caught on pretty quickly, and Reese knew he had been an easy pet to break when he had been in the room behind him. The guy had no backbone, and the game hadn't been fun at all. Shame. He loved the thrill and the chase. Wanted it. Needed it. Craved it with every molecule of his being. The fool continued. "She wouldn't take no fo--r---r an answer ma-master." There was only one she that would scare his servants into breaking his order and that didn't bode well. His hand snapped forward as anger rippled through him, and he stroked the guys neck in a mock caress despite the firm hold he had. The guys eyes bugged out in his head but Reese didn't care, he just watched the pathetic creature. "Fetch three others, I want my new pet cleaned...." And he knew what else he would want, even after he returned from that foul woman's side. "...and prepared. Move him to the bed, but I want him tied in ropes with his arse presented. Understand?" The servant paled a little, looked passed him at Tommy, and he could practically smell the smoke as the cogs in the idiots head turned. He waited for his order to sink in, to both of them. "Y-e-ss ma-m-master." Good. He released the guy who instantly slumped and grabbed his own throat to massage the tender points. Pathetic.

With that done he turned to look at Tommy. "Let us see if you really won't harm those following my orders, huh?" There was a vicious undertone to his words, though it actually had more to do with the woman waiting for him than it did Tommy. Still, his venom needed a vent and he couldn't do that out of this room. He turned, not listening or waiting for anything as he stormed from his basement and engaged the heavy duty bolts and security. Neither Tommy or his servants would escape his hold until he was ready, a quick look at the screen by the door told him there were six men locked below, the stammering idiot had already rounded up three others and was heading back to Tommy's room. Good. He snarled as he turned the screen off and stormed off to the woman he loathed.

"Master Miaa" He tilted his head in welcome and crossed the room, his eyes assessing what he assumed would be an attractive woman to most men. She has long legs that ended in blood red high heels, the slit of her dress revealed the slightest hint of the thong he knew she would be wearing, and the dress clung to every curve and bump. Shame she was the wrong gender to really interest Reese.

"Reese darling." The fact that she never called him Master Reese always pissed him off. A lot. But he remained stoic, cool and calm, unmoved. It wouldn't do to show her how much her words irritated him. "I heard you had a new toy! And I just had to rush over and see if it was true." She pouted, actually had the audacity to pout... did she think it would work on him? Win his favour? He only just resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Indeed." Was his only reply, the world cold and unfeeling just like him.

A squealed laughter ran down his spine like nails on a blackboard, how could anyone tolerate such an appalling sound? It was irritating. He would much rather see furious eyes and hear a growl. He smirked a little, just the tips of his lips curving as thought of Tommy. "You like him?" Her words dragged him back to the room and he frowned.... <********>, he'd messed up? And didn't that just suck?! "Oh sweety," he hated that endearment from her mouth. "....come here." The come hither eyes disgusted him.

And that was that. He would simply have to grin and bare her company and body just a little longer.

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Jeremy hated the way he broke under his masters gaze, but still he would do everything in his power never to anger him again. That meant he would follow through with his orders and do what was needed. With the other three servants in tow he headed back to the room, his hand hesitating on the handle only a moment before he opened it. The smell of blood and sweat permeated the air, it was sickening and reminded him of his own time in this room.... of course, he hadn't received half the number of injuries this guy had before submitting. He knew from Lawrence that the guy had been in a pretty bad way when they brought him in but from their assignment it was clear his master had no intention of going easy on him. He actually felt sorry for the guy.

Turning to the first man to his right he said quickly and quietly, "Get the shower ready." He turned to the next man behind him. "Fetch the lube and...." he blushed and cringed. "Implements." Finally he looked at the last one, "make sure the ropes are ready." Jeremy was good with knots and rope work, it had been the one thing his master had taught him in great detail after releasing him into his household.... never had he thought he would have to use it on a pet like this... what he had expected to use it on he had no idea. Was he really that naive? He gulped. Probably.

He approached the cage. He knew he shouldn't talk to him but decided he would ask one question and then do the rest in complete silence. Silence was his masters rule after all. "Would you prefer we sedate you so you are not aware of our.... actions?" It was the only kindness he could offer, of course that would mean the pet would wake up over a bed, tied up in ropes with his butt in the air. A little disorienting and disconcerting he knew, but surely better than having to endure four men cleaning and preparing you? Maybe? Or was Jeremy simply trying to make himself feel better about his order? He knew from his peripheral view that one of the other servants were glaring at him, clearly displeased that he was breaking a rule... but this was the only thing he would do. He would follow his masters orders, and if they had to they would sedate the pet so they could complete it, permission or not. That was simply the way of the household.