Doctor He Calls Master

𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘽𝙤𝙮

After speaking to residents, staff, and media, Greyson was able to escape and get back to handling things with Derek. Sasha was the last that he spoke to on the phone during the drive to the warehouse.

And he wasn't thrilled about the news.

Sasha still wanted to meet Derek face to face, but Greyson told him he would handle it. Meeting him would have to come another day. He had business to attend to. Punishment to deliver.

Greyson arrived at a warehouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by endless trees in all directions on the property he had purchased specifically for his sole pleasure. The true location of an endless Hell.

Derek would wake up and find himself in a vibrantly lit room with concrete floors stained with old and new blood. There was questionable furniture in all parts of the vast open space that made it obvious of the room's purpose. In a failed attempt to move his limbs, he tapped his head back onto the chair in defeat. He was restrained… again. Instantly he regretted giving the room a quick scan, pausing when he noticed the questionable equipment and stains.

Derek was positioned in a doctor's examination table, arms extended out on either side strapped down at the wrists and biceps. They were snug enough he could barely lift his shoulders off the back rest. His legs were spread apart and strapped up on stirrups women sat when receiving pelvic exams, bent at the knees. He was entirely exposed in the nude to the room temperature that was at normal.

Greyson's back faced him as he appeared to be doing something, but it was difficult to see. When he turned around, he held a black iron poker with a custom design of an intricate 'G' that burned a vibrant orange. His intense gaze met Derek's and only intensified when he set them on those tantalizing hues.

"You've been," lips parted with a light smack as he shifted his eyes onto the end of the risen poker "a very bad boy."

With Greyson in the room, Derek pulled harder at the restraints. Even then he would have no such luck at escaping. His chocolate gaze narrowed up at the other as he tried not to show any fear at the sight of the poker. Instead he gave a smirk towards hearing he was a 'bad boy.' Clearly regretting nothing.

"That makes two of us," he teased. "If you let me go, I can switch places with you. If that's what bad boys get," he offered as he relaxed back onto the chair. However, his body didn't share the relaxed appearance in similarity to the nature he gave off, growing tense as Greyson slowly approached.

"I was going to give you back your wings, but you shot down that privilege this afternoon. You put my business on law enforcements map. I'm not fond of that kind of attention." Greyson stopped and set his hand on Derek's leg, running it over his shin and knee, squeezing the top of his thigh. The same hand then ventured down into his inner thigh making its way towards his groin to which he avoided for the time being and drove his palm up towards the right side of his belly button. "No. I usually put it here." Greyson's eyes drifted higher, the hand followed.

Head tilted back, Derek closed his eyes hard in frustration that he couldn't prevent Greyson's touch wandering his leg. His hands clenched at the thought the other nearly gave his cock attention, but was glad to be saved from that before his eyes opened again to realize he was trying to figure out where to put the brand.

"Look, it was an eye for an eye. You tortured me, so I made a mess of your building. We're even," which wasn't really the truth, but it was clear he was not mentally or physically fit enough this time to go through another session of torture so soon after the last one.

Greyson was enraptured by the sight of Derek's muscle tightening as he grew nearer. The proper response with such a grand weapon of empowerment. His brand would forever be brandished on his tainted property.