Marcus begins to exert his control over both Stanley and Tony.
Stanley & Marcus - Chapter 2
by BoundmanBlue
Series: Stanley & Marcus
Marcus pushed the button with his thumb, pinching the bridge of his nose with his off hand as he did so. It had been a long day, and there’s still more work to be done, but he can take a little time for a break. The Chrysalis™ buzzed for a few minutes, automatically adjusting itself to the subtle contours of the human body, while Marcus pondered the situation. Convincing Stanley to stay was a pain, after all he’d managed to talk him into hypnosis sessions for weeks without handing over a penny, but it will all be worth it soon. The connection between the sub-conscious mind’s need to be controlled and highly submissive fetishist makes them the perfect candidate for deep trance. What is more, Stanley is the most submissive person Marcus knows.
Marcus made a coffee in the kitchen. He felt the steam rise from the coffee maker and flow across his still bare chest. There isn’t any reason to be walking around in his underwear anymore. Stanley was more than aroused when the blindfold was put on. That should help connect the hypnosis to his sexual desires. Sexuality is key today.
Marcus threw on a tank top vest and a pair of sweats upstairs before heading back and getting himself situated on the sofa, coffee in hand. Just a few feet away Stanley lay, surprisingly calm. In the twenty minutes since the blindfold had been put on he’d spouted out at random intervals. Questions and insults mostly, sometimes a disgruntled sigh. Then he fell silent. Marcus took a long draught from his cup. He can’t fathom what Stanley must be thinking right now. A mind devoid of touch, sight, sound and any sense of time is perfect for moulding. Another ten minutes of waiting should help.
In the meantime it’s about time to check on Tony. Marcus left his mug on the table and got up. He unceremoniously stepped over his best friend’s rigid body as he walked across the room. He cracked the door to the spare bedroom, peeking in at his other victim. The smell of stale beer hit his nostrils. He sighed, Stanley needs to be more careful. There’s no time to deal with the spill but he tidied up the empty bottles from the floor on his way in. As he approached the other dominant smell in the room got stronger. The superb scent of rubber mixed with sweat.
Marcus approached the bed and examined the subject. His chest and pits glisten with sweat but the restraints look secure and his breathing is steady. There doesn’t seem to be any sign that he’s broken trance. Of course the main sign that he’s still hypnotised is that he’s not begging through his gag for the edging wand. Tony is one of the hornist people Marcus had ever met. A straight-up dick pig. His entire life is taken up by fetish events and hard-core bondage fuck-sessions every night. Apart from Stanley he’s the perfect candidate to test out the deep trance script.
Marcus leaned over and examined the pods lodged in Tony’s ears. In the few hours he’d been lying here he obviously hadn’t moved a muscle. The pods have a tendency to pop out with too much motion. The recording will be finished after another hour and Tony will finally be ready for the Chrysalis™ himself.
Marcus left the room and closed the door behind him. No need to check up too often, Tony hasn’t nearly reached his record for longest trance. Plus the restraints are set to auto release if his heart rate goes too high or his breathing becomes irregular. Safety first and all.
Time to get started. Marcus headed over to the couch, in front of the still cocooned Stanley, and made himself comfortable. The temptation to use Stanley as a footrest is strong, but that would hardly be worth risking the experiment. Still, he looks cute all helpless on the floor. Marcus wondered why they didn’t play around with bondage sooner. He left his feet on the floor instead and put on his headset. The speakers in the hood should be automatically synced up from his previous tests.
“Testing, testing, can you hear me mate?” Marcus grinned as Stanley’s mouth flew open with surprise. No doubt he would have jolted if the bag allowed it. Good to know the restraint is holding up.
Stanley started to yell. “What the fuck man, you went dark on me!” He’s obviously forgotten the vulnerable position he’s in. It wouldn’t be difficult to stuff a sock in his mouth and check back in another hour. But, again, the experiment comes first.
So instead Marcus replied “Woah, woah, chill out man, it’s been maybe ten minutes. I needed to set up the Bluetooth for the speakers. Remind me not to leave you alone with your thoughts again!” Marcus laughed. He could only see the bottom half of Stanley’s face, but he’s pretty predictable. His sense of time is warped. He’ll feel stupid for panicking and chalk the time difference up to his own insecurities.
Stanley’s mouth stayed open, maybe shock, from what Marcus could tell, but he calmed down pretty quickly. “Whatever man, I told you to warn me about this stuff.” He’s clearly trying to sound more angry than afraid. Perfect, he’s in the right headspace.
Marcus rubbed his hands together. The subject is ready, time to begin. “Here’s your warning” Marcus focused on making his voice low and steady, his tone needs to be exactly right. “I’m going to start putting you under, but this time you’re going to go deeper than you’ve ever gone before, maybe deeper than anyone has ever gone. Do you understand?”
Marcus watched carefully to Stanley’s reaction. “I get it mate, whatever, just do it” His voice seems a little shaken, but determined. He knows tonight is different from the other sessions. Maybe even part of him can understand why.
“Alright then.” Marcus took a deep breath to keep his voice steady, this is going to take a lot of talking. “I’m putting my hand on your chest now, can you feel it?”
“Yeah, I think so” Stanley didn’t try to nod. It’s a good sign that he’s accustomed to the bags restrictive nature.
“Good” Marcus was worried for a second that the padding would prevent Stanley feel the extra weight on his chest, which would mean the suggestion Marcus had placed in the last few sessions wouldn’t trigger. “Let’s begin”
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Marcus had left Stanley in a room without walls. No sound, no light, no movement. It felt like hours had gone by but by the time Marcus had checked back in on him it turns out it had only been ten minutes. It makes sense that it felt like longer. The only thought running through Stanley’s mind the whole time had been his own rantings and panicked thoughts. Stanley started to long for the feeling of being hypnotised, at least then he’d feel numb to all of his own inane insecurities.
So when Stanley felt the familiar pressure on his chest, he took a deep breath and let it out. From then on he focused on regulating his breathing. Marcus hadn’t even instructed him to do so, it was instinctual. Marcus had been preparing him for this for months by constantly putting him under, even in unusual or uncomfortable situations. They had done this so many times in so many ways Stanley was able to simply go through the motions with him. His body feels relaxed the moment he feels the pressure of Marcus’s hand on his chest.
“That’s good, breathe nice and easy” Marcus’s bass tone is more prominent, a voice he always put on while he would hypnotise Stanley. Stanley obliged without thinking.
“Feel the weight of my hand on your chest. Feel it rise and fall with your breathing. Feel my words resonate through-out your body.” That familiar tingle ran over Stanley’s skin. His mind started to feel foggy, like a warm mist had begun to enfold his brain.
“Feel the weight on your chest increase, and as you do imagine the feeling of pure relaxation poor through my hand into you.” Stanley took a deep breath. Waves of relaxation pushed themselves into him with each breath. Stanley started to respond without even comprehending what Marcus is saying. It’s as if Marcus is speaking directly to Stanley’s body and bypassing his mind altogether.
It began to feel hard to tell how long he lay there in the darkness. Time blurred together with Marcus’s words. It felt like those mornings where the blankets are so comfortable you never want to get out of bed. Marcus continued speaking, constantly re-affirming Stanley’s sense of relaxation. If felt like he had climbed into Stanley’s brain and started removing any thought or feeling that would take him out of the moment.
Marcus tone shifted slightly, to be even more commanding, “In a moment, I will count to three, I will take my hand away, and from then on only your subconscious will control you. I will take my hand away and your subconscious desire to be obedient will be in control. I will take my hand away and your desire to be obedient will control you. I will take my hand away and you will be obedient. One…. Two…. Three.”
The voice stopped. Stanley lay in the darkness thinking of nothing. A thick haze had not only surrounded his body and mind but it had replaced it entirely. The trance feels good. There are no memories, no fears, and no negative emotions. Just the black mist.
The voice started speaking again. But the words are no longer sounds, they’ve become a visual picture. They swirled around the darkness, bouncing and spinning until finally they click into place with each other. Slowly they started to form a picture. Depicted in a rush of colours stood the faint outline of a man. More words became more shapes that joined the picture. They began to fill in details. Skin tone, hair colour, muscle mass, underwear... Stanley watch as the figure made itself before him. He recognised the man as Marcus. He stood in his underwear proud and strong, just like he was in the living room before the blindfold blocked out the world. He started motioning for Stanley to approach.
Words swirled around Stanley’s ethereal form, pulling him forwards. Slowly the distance between them lessened. As Stanley got closer Marcus started changing shape again, melting and reforming, each time looking a little different. At first he appeared wearing a pale blue shirt and black bulldog harness. Then the shirt disappeared, but the harness remained, strapped tight just above his nipple line. He disappeared again, only to flash back in an instant wearing a red rubber wrestling singlet. Next he returned in just a jockstrap and he carried a leather flogger.
Eventually the image settled on a form and Stanley stopped moving forward. Marcus stood tall and real, the bulldog harness back on his otherwise bare chest. This time it was joined by leather chaps, boots and a classic biker cap. In his hand he held a leather collar. Stanley is close enough to smell the leather, mixed in with the familiar scent of Marcus’s macho body odour.
“On your knees, boy” Marcus’s voice boomed, deeper than Stanley had ever heard it. He had no time to obey the command before Marcus appeared to grow in size until Stanley’s face is just at crotch height.
The giant Marcus lifted the collar above Stanley. “You know what this means”
Yes. Stanley thought.
Marcus lowered the collar down until it was at the same level as Stanley’s neck.
“Do you accept your place?”
Stanley looked up at the collar. ‘I have a choice…’
Without any other hesitation, he thought ‘I want this!’
Giant Marcus smiled. A grand, warm magnificent smile. He lowered the collar down and wrapped it tightly around Stanley’s neck.
“I know you do, mate, I know you do.”
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Stanley awoke with a start to the sound of movement from the next room. He quickly put an arm over his eyes as he let out a groan. His body feels stiff and his head is throbbing. He cursed and rolled over in the bed as he tried to collect his thoughts, inhaling deeply with his nostrils as he did so. The faint scent of stale beer, rubber and body odour became apparent, mostly coming from the sheets sticking to his bare skin. With his other hand Stanley fixed a wedgie in his briefs while he focused on the last thing he could remember. The last thing he saw before Marcus put the blindfolded on was…
Ding! Just like clockwork morning wood reared its tempting head. Damn Marcus looked hot as hell in his briefs. After everything that happened last night a wank seems long overdue, but Stanley wasn’t going to be the guy who jacks it in his best friend’s guest bedroom. Wait… guest bedroom…?
Stanley opened his eyes and had a look around. He’s no longer strapped up inside Marcus’s intense hypnosis bag, but in the room he usually sleeps in when he ends up staying at Marcus’s place overnight. The evidence of last night’s events are all around but that guy who was strapped to this very bed is missing. The leather cuffs that restrained that dude’s arms and legs are at the corners and sides of the bed, now empty of course. Even the muzzle that guy was wearing was tossed haphazardly on the floor. Stanley rolled into a sitting position and leaned over to pick it up. He examined the inside and found the pecker gag he’d suspected was inside when he’s first laid eyes on it. How did that guy manage to wear this so long? He must have no gag reflex.
None of these thoughts are helping figure out what happened last night. Stanley placed the muzzle gag on the chest of drawers near a pile of clothes that must belong to the mystery muzzle guy. Stanley padded to the door and opened it.
Sunlight hit Stanley’s eyes like a freight train. He raised his hand to his face and squinted to see Marcus sitting at the dining table across the room with a newspaper covering his face. On the table is a spread of large tins keeping food warm, a dinner plate piled with toast and some cereals. He pulled back the newspaper when he heard Stanley walk in to reveal an annoyingly well-rested face. “Morning sunshine! Well, it’s 2pm but I figured you wouldn’t be up until about now anyway. You had a long night. Breakfast?”
Stanley zombied forward “Clothes first, then talk, then maybe breakfast.” Marcus gestured towards the couch where Stanley’s clothes from last night lay just where he left them. He headed over and pulled on his jeans. “Is that guy still here?”
“Tony’s around, I think you two would be compatible you know.” Marcus shot a wink Stanley’s way “He’s single.”
Stanley stared blankly forwards for a moment before rolling his eyes. “I’m sure he’s a catch but I’m not into tying a guy down and abandoning him to head down the pub.” Stanley plonked himself down on the chair across from Marcus. He noticed Marcus’s smile hadn’t left his face the moment he’d walked in.
“What are you grinning at dickhead?” Stanley scoffed. Morning people are gross.
Marcus pulled the newspaper over his face. “Nothing bud. You should know Tony’s not just into bondage and erotic hypnosis. Hs’s into all sorts, just like you. Have some toast.
Stanley wasn’t hungry but regardless he picked up a piece of toast and nibbled the corner. “So what happened last night? Last thing I remember you put me in a trance in that bag thing.” Stanley is slightly concerned. Memory loss isn’t usually something he chalked up the being hypnotised, but Stanley hadn’t had anything to drink last night. But then again Marcus’s skill is improving all the time. Maybe this is what is supposed to happen when someone is hypnotised professionally.
Marcus’s attention went back to the paper as he spoke. “It was fine. I put you under, I ran through the deep trance script for about two hours, then gave you a suggestion and put you to bed. Have a proper bite, dummy.”
Stanley sighed and bit off about a quarter of the slice. “Two… hours of talking? ... That’s a lot of work for nothing.” He spoke between chews while his eyes scanned the table for butter.
The paper rustled as Marcus’s hands ajusted slightly. He’s been staring at the same page since Stanley walked in. “Well, you say nothing, but you can’t be sure it’s had an effect until you’re triggered. Also it was four hours talking overall. Have some coffee you look like shit, and fill mine while you’re at it.
Stanley leaned forward and poured out the two cups. “What did your last slave die of?” he said with a grin. “Go on then, what’s the trigger? Am I going to think I’m a little girl when the doorbell rings? Or do the charleston next time you say ‘flamingo’?”
Marcus shrugged and took a long draught from his cup. Then a cocky smirk curled the corner of his lip, “You mean you haven’t figured that out yet?”
Stanley’s tilted his head, confused by the question. But before he could ask what Marcus meant he heard a noise coming from behind.
“Ugh…”
Stanley looked around and then back at Marcus. “Did you…?”
Marcus put down the paper and folded his arms. “Go have a look around, Sherlock.”
Stanley stood up and headed the direction of the noise. He hadn’t taken much notice of the living room up to this point but now it’s obvious something went down after he was put to bed. The red rubber gear that guy Tony had been sporting the night before is now strewn across the floor along with the rest of Stanley’s clothes. He hadn’t He’d made it three paces when he noticed what was hiding just out of sight behind the couch. The orange sleepsack, still lying in the same spot on the floor as when Stanley had climbed into it last night, except now it had a new occupant. Stanley looked down at the slack jawed face poking out from the bag, a blindfold over the eyes. Stanley looked back at Marcus, dumfounded.
“It’s you” Marcus’s expression had turned grim. “You never woke up.”
Marcus got up and walked over to Stanley, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he laughed “Got’cha! You dumb-ass, that’s Tony. I don’t see why you’re so surprised, I pretty much already told you I ran the trance script through him. You gotta wake up and listen buddy.” He ruffled Stanley’s hair.
“Get off!” Stanley swatted back Marcus’s hand. “When were you planning on taking him out?”
Marcus checked his watch. “About an hour ago. I brought him out of trance before I started cooking.” Stanley rolled his eyes. What is it with him leaving this guy alone tied up?
Marcus sorted. “Don’t look at me like that. Tony’s a lot to deal with. If you’re so pushed then you let him out.” Marcus pulled out his phone and pressed a button. Suddenly the bag started to drone as it decompressed, growing three times in size as the down filling puffed up with air. Tony let out a gasp. Stanley remembered the feeling. He must have had no idea clue what was happening in the room up to now.
Stanley looked down at the pathetic figure lying on the ground. This must be how Marcus saw him last night, so helpless… To think they both actually volunteered for this treatment. He bent down and carefully removed the blindfold. “Ehh… hey there…” Stanley made an attempt at a friendly smile.
Tony blinked and squinted from the light shining in from the window. He wiggled and shook his head from side to side until he managed to get his head out of the hood. Stanley is surprised to discover that Tony is shaved bald, including his eyebrows. Tony lay his head back using the outside of the hood as a pillow and smiled, looking remarkably relaxed considering the circumstances. “Hey-a fella! You must be Stan.”
“Stanley” Stanley quickly corrected him, then nodded his head back towards Marcus “Sorry about him, he doesn’t know when to give up”
Marcus sat down on the sofa and put his feet up on the bag over Tony’s stomach. “I told you, don’t assume it didn’t work. We won’t know that until you guys’re triggered.”
“That’s great!” Tony laughed “Make mine a surprise.”
Stanley couldn’t help but smile. Tony’s attitude it pretty impressive considering he must have gotten no real sleep last night. Couple that with Marcus eluding to the idea that they are both brainwashed probably makes him the most optimistic man alive. Either that or the most clinically insane man alive. Stanley flicked Marcus’s feet hard with his fingers until he backed off and pulled the zipper down, revealing Tony’s bare chest and-
“Oh shit! Ah! …sorry! I assumed you were wearing… something else.” Stanley shot up and averted his gaze away from Tony’s crotch. Pulling the zip down had revealed a shiny silver metal cock cage keeping Tony’s cock and balls locked up in chastity.
“Haha, whoops! Sorry buddy I shoulda warned ya!” Tony struggled to wiggle his arms free of the bag’s sleeves on his own, a struggle that took some obvious effort. After a while Stanley stood on the fabric to pin it to the ground long enough for Tony to pull free. He stood up and rapped his knuckles on the cock cage “Master Mark hasn’t let me touch my dick in about three weeks. Apparently I keep doing something to piss him off, but he won’t tell me what!” Tony laughed again but, knowing Marcus, Stanley could tell he isn’t joking.
Stanley looked back at Tony. He has no shame, standing tall with his chest out and shoulders back. His arms hung lazily by their sides, entirely naked except for the cock cage that he’s not even bothered covering. Stanley felt the urge to help him out a little. “It’s probably because you keep calling him Mark. He goes by Marcus“
“Or sir” Marcus added.
“Holy crap is that it!?” Tony looked at Marcus for confirmation, genuinely surprised “Well if that’s the case will you please unlock me, sir?” Tony’s eyes softened like a puppy. It looks like Marcus has a real hold over him. Yet another thing they have in common.
“You still need to serve your sentence.” Marcus smirked “I add three more days each time you don’t address me properly.” Marcus held up his hand, halting Tony’s next question “And don’t even bother asking how long is left”
Stanley winced “Ouch.” He leaned back on the armrest, thoroughly entertained by the interaction. It’s good to know Stanley isn’t the only one under Marcus’s thumb. Although Stanley had to admit a part of him is jealous of Tony’s relationship with Marcus. Tony didn’t argue. If the man can get through last night with a smile on his face Stanley couldn’t imagine anything that could break him.
Marcus ordered Tony to put on some pants and the trio finished breakfast. Stanley learned that Tony is a regular at Wolfies. It’s not surprising Stanley didn’t recognise him since Tony mostly frequents the gear parties. Some would argue the whole point of going out dressed head to toe in latex is that you can be anonymous, but not Tony. He feels true pride in being a fetishist. Stanley also learned that the club is within walking distance of Tony’s tattoo shop. From just one look of Tony’s body he’s his own biggest customer.
“Alright, I’m gonna beat the shit out of your gym before I bounce.” Tony stood up with a start and swung his arm towards Stanley. Stanley brought his own hand up almost defensively as Tony grabbed it and shook it with vigour. “It’s been a pleasure mate. Mark-cus…” he caught himself just in time “tells me you’re his closest friend, you must have some stories for me, eh?” Tony laughed with exhausting enthusiasm.
Stanley didn’t try to match Tony’s energy “Aha, yeah a lot of stories… Anyway I can’t stay, I only have today to pick up some essentials for the flat.” Stanley stood up too and went to go find the rest of his clothes.
“Don’t bother with essentials buy something fun!” Marcus laughed. “You’re ten grand richer for fuck sake!” He really is acting strange, why the good mood? If this is something Tony brings out in him then maybe they should stop playing master and slave and get married already.
Tony traversed the living room into the gym. The sound of grunting and clanging weights soon drifted into the living area. Stanley finished getting ready to leave and headed for the door.
Just as he got it open Marcus stopped him “Oh, by the way, I need you to come by my place again tonight.” He said, playfully shadow boxing, his knuckles gently tapping the material on Stanley’s jacket.
“I can’t” Stanley stepped backwards into the hallway. “I need a full night’s sleep mate.”
“We’ll say around eight.” Marcus smiled, casually steam-rolling over Stanleys objections. “In fact, eight on the dot. See you then!”
“Yeah, except no you won’t!” Stanley laughed. He got the last word just as Marcus closed the door. As if spending another evening in a high tech body bag is on the cards. Stanley just needs to pick up some groceries and have a shower.
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Marcus stepped back into his apartment after seeing Stanley out the door. The rooms are a mess of dirty dishes, strewn clothing and fetish gear. As he got to work clearing up the kitchen and dining room areas, He could hear Tony slamming the weight of an impressive sounding deadlift in the next room. The bag also needs to be aired out. Despite the internal cooling system Tony had still managed to sweat like a pig the entire time he was in there. Can’t let it be ruined now, it still has plenty of uses.
Tony got out of the shower just as Marcus had finished straightening up the place. Stream still rising off his shoulders as he clung on to a towel wrapped around his trim waist. Marcus decided to wait for him to get dressed as a courtesy before he would start messing with his head. When Tony emerged at last wearing skinny jeans and a clean tee Marcus approached and squared his shoulders, expecting resistance.
“Thanks for the hospitality, ‘sir’.” Tony said with a sly grin “Fancy hanging out Fri-“
“On your knees” Marcus spoke calmly and clearly. It’s important to test this out now. There isn’t much time and he needs to keep to a tight schedule. “and stay there”
Tony’s face lit up at first, and it looked as though he was going to come back with some clever remark, but then a he just looked confused. He obliged somewhat haltingly, planting both knees into the carpet. “Em… I thought playtime was over mate” He said, suddenly nervous.
Marcus raised an index finger over his lips. After about thirty seconds of silence it became clear Tony wasn’t about to speak again. Good, it appears he’ll follow non-verbal commands too. Very good.
Now for the real test. “Hold your breath.” Marcus instructed, as he held his watch out in front of him. Tony inhaled deeply, and held it in. For the first while, Tony still just looked confused, but that soon turned to panic as he obviously realised he couldn’t make himself disobey. It didn’t take too long, before Tony started to struggle. His hands reached up and gripped his chest and throat, but they couldn’t make them work. His knees stayed glued to the ground as his upper body swayed forwards and backwards, trying to force out the trapped air. He tried to shove his fingers into his mouth, as if to pull out something stuck in it, but nothing is there. The only thing stopping the air from leaving his lungs is his own will to obey the command. His eye’s pleaded with Marcus for mercy.
“Breathe.” Marcus nodded. An excellent result. Tony let out a huge exhausted sigh and choked as he stuttered for breath. He collapsed onto all fours and stared at the floor, a mixed look of astonishment and terror on his face.
Marcus pulled out his phone and typed a message. The buyer will be eager to try out the product himself, it shouldn’t be a problem setting up a meeting today. Obviously now Marcus can prove Tony is practically a drone who will do as he’s told. For the message he simply wrote ‘The product is ready’
Sure enough after less than a minute a reply buzzed in with an address of a hotel downtown, a time and a room number. Perfect. Marcus looked over at Tony. He’ll need to receive specific instructions before they head out, but Marcus feels he owes him an explanation.
Marcus sat down on the couch and called over his shoulder “You may sit with me. But no speaking just yet, and don’t even think about harming me in any way.
Tony stood up and walked hesitantly towards the couch. There isn’t much doubt in Marcus’s mind what he’s thinking. This must feel strange. “I don’t see why you’re so surprised, you agreed to exactly this.” Tony’s eyes widened. Had he not even realised why his is happening? “I should probably be insulted that both you and Stanley assumed it didn’t work. To be clear, let me get one think straight with you. You will do exactly as I say, whether you like it or not.” Marcus observed Tony’s reaction. He sat across from Marcus and stared, completely bewildered.
Marcus scoffed “I can’t make this any simpler for you man. Last night I cracked the safe in your head where you keep all of your fundamental characteristics and I gave you a new one. Obey me. Simple. Full disclosure I’m going to sell you to an old acquaintance of mine and he will do with you as he pleases” Tony’s eyes widen in horror. Marcus found it a lot easier to confess something awkward like that to a mute. Nevertheless Tony has started to look increasingly distressed, rocking back and forward just like when he couldn’t breathe. His freshly pumped muscles looked tense and his face is red like he’s about to burst. It’s endearing in a way. Marcus wished they had time to play some more before meeting with the buyer.
Marcus sighed. “Fine. I’ll let you ask me one question. Make it quick”
Tony suddenly relaxed a little. It seems like he stopped fighting himself. He looked thoughtful for a moment. Then he asked “Why?”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “That’s pretty vague but I’m pretty sure I understand. You’re asking why I’m about sell you off, right? You want to know how could I do this to you?” Marcus waited for Tony to nod before continuing. “Well you can look at this two ways. One, you owe me a big favour, and you know I’m a man who collects on his debts. Or two, you deserve to be punished. Now don’t get me wrong I would still sell you if I hadn’t pulled some strings and kept you out of prison. God knows that’s where you belong.”
Tears started rolling down Tony’s cheeks. He understands now. Part of Marcus felt sorry for him, but the wheels are already turning on this. The buyer isn’t someone to fuck with, and he’s expecting a fresh slave to be waiting for him in that hotel room on time and ready to take his orders. Apart from all that, Marcus is going to need his business if he’s ever going to get this project off the ground.
Marcus finished giving Tony some base instructions. Tony won’t be able to reveal anything about Marcus or the hypnosis process, or any information that could potentially harm him in any way. He also won’t be able to get fucked up and get behind the wheel of a car. That’s something prison time wouldn’t be able to stop.
Before leaving the apartment Marcus pocketed the key to Tony’s cock cage. There’s a good chance his new master might want it, not that Marcus gives a fuck.