Doctor He Calls Master

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Greyson had a lot on his mind during his shower the previous night. Derek had inhabited a special nook in his thoughts as he replayed their time together since they'd met. He was a mystery to say the least. Greyson thought back on the white scars on his body. His familiarity with a gun. Even understood him when he said goodnight which he thought strange since not many knew how to speak Russian. A Russian background maybe?

Greyson went to his study to smoke a cigarette afterwards walking about shirtless and in just blue briefs. Still trying to figure him out. It was beginning to be as much of a task as getting all the same colored sides on a rubik's cube. It was said that only women were this complicated.

After his cigarette he took a quick glimpse at the cameras from the wireless monitor by his bedside and noticed there was nothing off. He'd let him be. Anyways, there was nowhere for him to escape. He went to bed to get started on an early morning.

The next coming of daylight hours, Greyson had his cigarette and a cup of coffee, taking a whiff of the fresh brew before taking a sip. Greyson wore a white button up shirt underneath a black striped lapel waistcoat and black suspenders. Black slacks completed the look with his hair slicked forward and off to the side which was his signature style.

He began his way down the hall with the same cuffs in one hand with a chain leash dangling from the same hand. The door opened and lights cut on, but he gave it a second for them to come on before stepping in. Last he saw on the camera, Derek was in one place yet that could easily change at any second. Especially with him being such a task to comprehend.  He was still trying to pinpoint where those combat skills derived from.

"Rise and shine, darling." Greyson began. "Stand up. Hands…" He paused. There was a strange smell in the air as if something had been burnt. He cleared his throat, then glared back at Ryan. "Hands behind your back then turn your back towards me and be still." Something was amidst. He couldn't tell what and that irked him.

"Hm," the sudden light mixed with the call to wake up was quick to drive Derek out of a deep and for once, rather pleasant night's rest. "Darling? Oh are we doing more nicknames now?" He responded in a tired tone of voice. His words slow as he laid on his back. Eyes unwilling to open fully yet as he raised his arms over his head to stretch. The blanket covered his body just under his clavicle before he reluctantly started to get out of bed.

"Well, I've called you a bastard. A cunt. Rightfully so. Then darling after making you cum twice sounds about right, wouldn't you agree?" Greyson said being a bit peachy this morning because all he had planned was a series of more pain and pleasure.

A small look of irritation crossed Derek's expression as he remembered just how much he called out to Greyson. Calling him master was not something he wanted to make a habit of if he could help it.

"Alright, I'll be good and play your game," he replied, still all too determined to know who his master really was.

Turning away he sat up and drew his legs off the side of the bed to stand. Facing away from the doctor as he's been ordered to. First rubbing the sleep from his eyes before putting his hands behind  his back after the blanket had well and slipped from off his naked body as he stepped away from the bed.

Greyson greedily watched the sheets slip off his frame. He dreamt of passing his tongue over those muscles again, and ramming him from behind in doggy style as he held his gorgeous physique against his chest. It was romantic to say the least. And it felt so damn real.

"So do I get to learn your name today or are you going to keep teasing me with it?" He asked, looking over his shoulder to try and see the doctor. His eyes held a similar mischievous glint to them as his short brown hair was left in a hot messy state of wayward spikes and straying pieces. The tone to his voice is comparable to when he first met the doctor knowing full well he was not in a situation to be playful, but he couldn't help it. The marks on his legs have gone down nicely leaving him feeling alot better. Save it for his newly acquired wound.