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on,” Mason said quietly, “finish.” His
tone was different now, less menacing and more curious. Strangely
enough, he almost sounded… impressed.
    But Jeff knew he wasn’t done yet. Encouraged
by the progress he was making, he quickened his pace, bobbing back
and forth with an odd sense of growing confidence. This was no
longer an impossible task, and the mere idea that he might live
through the next few minutes was all the motivation Jeff needed to,
as Mason had put it, finish. And from the motel master’s vantage
point, it almost looked like enthusiasm . By the time Danny
was cumming into the back of a moaning Jeff’s throat, Mason had a
satisfied smile on his face. “How interesting,” he muttered
quietly.
    Danny pulled back, slowly sliding his wet
cock out of Jeff’s mouth, leaving the two of them gasping for
breath almost in unison – a matching set.
    Mason knelt down in front of Jeff, wiping a
small smear of semen off of his lip with the tip of his thumb. “If
I didn’t know any better,” he said, “I’d say that you actually
enjoyed yourself, Officer.”
    Jeff’s mouth twisted into a snarling frown,
and he exhaled a shaky, furious breath, knowing just how powerless
he was before this man. “…Fuck you,” he mumbled.
    Undeterred, Mason grinned at his captive,
duct tape still sloppily wrapped around the top of his face. “Just
remember, I was good enough to give you the option of death. And
you chose to live. Do you know what the price of that choice
is?”
    Jeff, still fuming with rage, was silent,
and Mason simply leaned in close, the man’s lips grazing against
his exposed ear.
    “It means that you belong to me now,”
he whispered. The words, along with the sensation of Mason’s hot
breath landing on Jeff’s earlobe sent a shiver racing through
Jeff’s upper body.
    “Tell me you understand that,” Mason said,
his face still inches away from Jeff’s, his voice dangerously soft.
“Tell me that you belong to me.”
    Jeff’s first impulse was to give this man
yet another defiant “fuck you,” but he quickly thought of Danny,
strong and silent throughout everything he had seen them throw at
him. He thought of how incensed it seemed to make Mason, how he
seemed barely able to contain his fiery rage.
    So Jeff simply swallowed, locked his lips,
and chose to remain silent.
    “Tell me,” Mason repeated, “I want to hear
you say it.”
    Jeff, as determined as ever, offered him
nothing but the fait hint of smile. Mason watched him for a few
moments, then smiled back, knowing he was sizing up a surprisingly
worthy opponent. And though he didn’t notice it, Danny, standing
over both of them, was smiling as well.
    “Very well,” Mason said, rising to his feet.
He stepped over to the wall, pressing a button on a small intercom
unit. “Gus,” he said calmly, watching his two captives out of the
corner of his eye. “We’ll be needing the theater. Get it ready at
once.”
    “Uh, yes, sir,” Gus’ voice crackled back in
response, clearly somewhat surprised.
    The theater? Jeff thought, puzzled
and apprehensive. Then, as if the man were reading his mind, or at
least detecting his fear, he heard a nearly gleeful Mason say,
“Your training will begin at once.”
     
    ~*~
     
    The “theater” was little more than a storage
closet in the back of the motel’s main building. At least, it
looked like a storage closet to Jeff as Gus and a large, burly,
biker-looking man named Dwayne dragged him across the property
towards the small room. Except for a fresh piece covering his
mouth, the duct tape was gone, painfully ripped off of his face by
Mason, taking part of one of his eyebrows with it. The tape around
his wrists and ankles had been cut free, too – but only to be
quickly and carefully replaced with solid steel shackles. Jeff knew
he had to try and fight back or escape at the first opportunity
they gave him, but they weren’t taking any chances with him. That
was fine with Jeff, though. He