Later that night Hunter returns, Sophia trailing behind. Neither of them pay Blaine any attention, Sophia heading directly to the large king size bed and Hunter to where Blaine assumes is a bathroom. Without being instructed, Sophia lays on her back in the center of the bed, her arms stretching above her head while linking her cuffs together in one motion before finally gripping the top of the wooden headboard.

Upon exciting the bathroom, Hunter strides directly towards the bed, stripping himself of his shirt as he goes – once he comes to a halt next to the bed, the pants and underwear follow. He straddles Sophia’s chest, leaning forwards to reach and pull a small chain out from behind the headboard, clipping it to Sophia’s cuffs. She makes an experimental tug, the chain rattling but holding strong. Blaine watches Hunter smile in satisfaction.

The smile seems to be an unsaid order, as Sophia lifts her head and takes Hunter’s semi-erect cock between her lips until it reaches the back of her mouth. Blaine can see her lips suckling on Hunter’s manhood, her tongue dancing around from side to side. Blaine also notices Hunter straining to stay still, his muscles locked to stop him from thrusting. Shortly after Hunter removes himself and shuffles down Sophia’s frame. The mundane job having been finished, Sophia turns her head to the side in the direction of Blaine although doesn’t acknowledge him. She looks disgusted but resigned to her fate.

Blaine feels like a fly on the wall, going unnoticed as Hunter starts to roughly fuck the small girl. She continues to look blankly in Blaine’s direction as Hunter harshly focuses solely on his own pleasure. Occasionally, Blaine can see a jolt of pleasure passing through her, but only because he is closely watching Sophia’s expressions. Other than that small glimpse of expression, Sophia lays there completely motionless, as though she is made of stone.

“That’s it bitch,” Hunter grunts. “Such a good slut. You were made to take my cock. Born for this role.” Sophia appears to have oblivious to his words, not even a flinch portraying any emotion.

Blaine really wants to take his eyes away, pretending the event isn’t happening right next to him, but like a bad accident he can’t seem to. Hunter is paying little attention to the girl, simply using her to get himself off. His thrust sped up, his grunts getting louder as he starts to reach his climax. Blaine wouldn’t be surprised if Sophia was not the least bit turned on by the dull experience. Looking closely, Blaine thinks she simply wants it over as fast as possible, so she can go to bed, start her evening choirs, or whatever it is Hunter makes the girl do after. Blaine can see the cuff’s chain pulling taught at it’s limit, and wonders what would happen if it did snap.

“Please Master, please,” Sophia begs, her expression contradicting her pleading tone.

“Not yet slut. I’m not sure you deserve it.”

“I’ve been a very good girl. And your cock is just so big,” she responds, mechanical in a way Blaine recons is a well rehearsed speech. “You are so strong, so good to me. Your huge cock inside me fills me to bursting. Please Master, please can I cum?”

The words are what seems to do it, “Oh god!” Hunter moans. “Take it bitch, take it. That’s it.” Hunter goes silent as he spills his release inside the girl.

“Please, Master.” Sophia moans while Blaine watches as Hunter nods. Although the girl was not looking at him, see must know of his answer as she instantly lets go, small gasps escaping through her lips.

Blaine studies the girl closely as she ‘orgasms’. He may not be an expert on girls, but is fairly confident, concluding she is faking it. He thinks this must purely be something she does to please Hunter – and because he makes her – taking no joy out of it from herself.

After a few minutes of silence, Hunter reaches up and unclasps Sophia’s cuffs. Rolling over, he allows her to remove herself from the bed. Blaine watches as Sophia heads into her little cupboard-room, before remerging with a wet cloth. She wipes Hunter down, starting with the small beads of sweat on his forehead and finishing at his dick, cleaning it of cum. Once finished with Hunter, Sophia checks the sheets for any messes, patting up the small amount she finds. Satisfied she has cleaned up as much as possible, she slinks back off to her room. Shortly after Blaine hears the gentle pat of running water as Sophia washes herself in her shower.

Looking back up to Hunter, Blaine notices the man is snoring softly, already in a deep sleep. He must have started drifting off as soon as he had finished. Deciding this means Blaine is going to be left chained and gagged all night, he succumbs to his fate, trying to find a comfortable position on the floor to settle down for a long night.

Having found no comfort in the night, Blaine wakes up earlier than he ever has before, the light outside barely bright enough to squeeze through the gaps in the curtains. Blaine sits up, incredibly sore. Looking down he notices a large imprint from the chain on his arm, having been awkwardly laying on it the entire time. He tries to shift to a more comfortable position, but is unable to thanks to his cuffed arms. He resigns to leaning against the wall, squeezing between the bed and a nightstand. He strangely feels safer in the tight space, more protected and hidden than he was before.

Eventually, after an undeterminable amount of time, an alarm sounds. Blaine watches Hunter as he groans in response, rolling away from Blaine before turning the alarm off. Within a few moments Blaine can tell Hunter has fallen back to sleep, the steady deep breathing of his Master returning. Blaine wonders if he should wake Hunter back up, but eventually determines that even if he was to try, his gagged mouth and bound hands wouldn’t allow him to do much good.

Ten minutes later the alarm sounds again. Once again Hunter groans, rolling over to stop the blaring siren sound. This time he doesn’t go back to sleep, instead sits up and stretches with a yawn. He must notice Blaine in his peripheral vision as he freezes before spinning to face him, looking as though he had forgotten about the poor sub.

“Fuck,” he comments. Blaine continues watching the man, trying to interpret what he wants. “Fuckety Fuck.” Blaine tries to hide a chuckle while listening to the normally well put together man’s words. Thankfully the gag helps him succeed, possibly helped by the fact Hunter is not yet fully awake.

Hunter throws his legs over the side of the bed, making Blaine flinch in surprise, cowering further into his tight space. This seems to please Hunter, a small smile making itself known. Hunter leans towards him, invading his personal space, before reaching round to the back of Blaine’s head and untying the gag. It is released gentler than he was expecting, but is grateful for the fact, as his jaw has become incredibly stiff from being forced open for so long. The gag isn’t meant to be used for large periods of time, and a whole night certainly fits into that category.

“Sophia!” Hunter booms, loud enough to be heard throughout the house. He settles back on his bed, sitting up against the head board. Blaine hears a commotion downstairs before light footsteps make their way up the staircase at an incredible speed.

Blaine watches as the bedroom door opens, the small girl hastily shutting it behind her before eventually coming to a rest kneeling between Hunter’s outstretched legs.

“Sorry Master, I did not hear your alarm over the kitchen noises,” she apologizes sincerely.

“Not my fucking fault now is it! Now start your fucking job.” She leans forwards, taking his entire length in one swallow. Blaine watches as Hunter looks to the clock once more. He sighs. “No fucking time to discipline you before I have to go. For fucks sake.” Hunter laces his fingers through Sophia’s hair, roughly taking hold. She completely submits, letting Hunter set the pace and fuck her mouth. Embarrassingly quickly, he cums, hips stuttering through his release.

“Clean up,” he orders, roughly pushing her off so he can get up. Upon landing in Hunter’s line of sight he seems to suddenly remember Blaine is there, and pauses to consider him, his head cocked to one side almost comically. Having reached a decision, he walks towards Blaine and unhooks the chain from his collar, before grabbing hold of an arm and pulling him up. Blaine is then spun around, and his wrists are also unhooked. “Get washed quickly, then come find me.” Hunter commands before going off to get showered and dressed himself. 

Once Blaine is washed, having used the store branded products in Sophia’s washroom, he hesitantly walks down the stairs in search of Hunter. He soon spots Hunter sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a steaming mug. Unsure exactly what he should do, he tries to think back to his lessons at the sub house, and imagines what one of the guards would instruct.

Deciding on the best course of action, he gently pads into the room, trying to be as quiet and inconspicuous as possible. As he nears Hunter, he knells so he is not directly next to the man, invading his space, but not so far away so’s that he can’t tend to Hunter if the need arises.

Hunter doesn’t give any acknowledgement that he is even aware Blaine has joined him in the room, one hand continuously scrolling through his phone, the other idly fiddling with a half empty coffee mug. Blaine can smell the freshly brewed drink, and in that moment he would do almost anything for a medium drip. Coffee would certainly make his days a lot more bearable. He wonders if any future Masters of his would allow him that luxury. Or what he would have to do to earn it as a reward.

Finally, Hunter sets down his empty mug. He looks at Blaine for the first time, who is sat in an attempt of the perfect sub position.

“You need to work on that,” he informs. Blaine almost looks up in question, but remembers last minute not to – his Master is currently evaluating his posture, he shouldn’t move until he is allowed. “Good boy,” he praises. Blaine can’t help but let a small smile out, happy over having pleased Hunter despite of his earlier temper fit with Sophia. “I am just going to grab a tag for you and then we can leave.” A tag? Blaine wonders what on earth that means. A tag like they give to convicts to monitor their movement? He hasn’t needed one yet, why would he now?

Hunter returns with a key ring swinging from his little finger. As Hunter approaches, Blaine notices the key ring is in fact a small rectangle piece of metal, engraved with the words: Hunter Clarington’s. Oh, that kind of tag. As Hunter threads it onto the small D-ring at the front of his collar, Blaine can’t help but wonder why he is being labelled as Hunter’s when he is still technically owned by the sub house. As Hunter backs away, Blaine hears a faint jingle, and quickly discovers the source. Hunter has still left his sub house tag on, meaning he has both hanging off his collar.

“Wear that with pride,” he instructs, before disappearing to finish getting ready himself. Once out of sight, Blaine lifts his hand to feel the tags. He can’t work out whether it is a good thing to have Hunter’s name on him or not.