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It began with the typical alien invasion but instead of destroying cities, which there was some damage, they went to kidnapping strictly for the field agents sent out by SHIELD. They knew they couldn't do much in doing the same for Earth's Mightiest Heroes so why not settle for the people that work closely with them. They may not have powers but they held knowledge and could be easily manipulated.

Derek was one of the people sent out in the field, easily being snatched up in an ambush along with the rest of his team on their way into the city to offer help for a building collapse. Instead, they find themselves in some dark spaceship hold in individual cells in a circular formation. No one greeted them. No one bothered to check up on them for some time until they apparently landed somewhere. They couldn't do much in terms of fighting back because they could easily be overpowered by their captors.

They were handcuffed and dragged out of the ship in a line, none of them knew where they were by appearances but it looked to be some sort of city ruins. Derek and the rest of the team were guided into a different set of cells except they were grouped into one instead of individuals this time. The longer they waited, the more groups from Earth and other places seemed to be dragged in and placed into surrounding cells until all of them were occupied.

It was then that someone came to greet them, telling them they were going to be used in a widespread experiment and that they should give up hope of being found because no one will come looking. That's when the first group was chosen and guided out of the room, into the hallway before being separated into different rooms.

That's when the screaming started and it never stopped.

The experiment process went on for weeks, months even before each of them were dead-eyed and obedient. That was the first step they said. Then they were each give a collar, something to keep them in line with their group but also to aide in step two. One by one, they were led back into the rooms expect there was no screaming, only an eerie silence before one by one, they came back a little different than before.

Another group had come in that were going to be acting as fodder, they said. Handpicked test subjects were given one of the new captives and one by one, they were given free rein of whatever they wanted to do with them. The sights turned gruesome and unpleasant within a matter of seconds but the results seemed to please their captors and proved that thus far their experiment was a success.

By the time, they tested Derek's brainwashed hold, he proved to be one of the favorites purely by method alone. Instead of killing them quickly like others had or fucking them ruthlessly before killing them in the end, he played with his food so to speak. He led the captive into a false sense of security before knocking them out and pulling them apart from the inside one piece at a time until they woke up and panicked. Leading them to a faster death than Derek would have liked but it put on a good enough show that he was selected out of his group for another task. One that was on a much broader scale.

They placed him in a different cell, much roomier than the last until they ran another brainwashing exercise on him, giving him the order to rest until someone came to retrieve him.

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Unbeknownst to anyone but the wearers, the collars had a small speaker and microphone inside, nothing noticeable at first glance but it helped with maintaining the brainwashing and alerting the subjects in case of intruders or otherwise.

The ruins had security in place, hidden cameras located in every hallway, motion sensors as well that weren't detectable without very specific equipment. For an experiment on this scale, they needed to be prepared for anything and Peter's little excursion was proof of that. The captors were able to hide the rest of the subjects below at sub-level, leaving Derek as a bait of sorts.

Instructions were filtered through the collar, where he was to leave the previously closed door, partially opened and pretend to be exhausted enough to be passed out to see what Peter's intentions were. They guessed he was here on a rescue mission but he was also alone as far as they could tell which was never really a good sign but it might be useful if Derek played his task right.

As Derek laid 'unconscious', he heard what Peter said into the communicator before acting like dead weight when the other picked him up and put him on his back to carry him. He made sure to have his cheek pressed against Peter's shoulder, facing away from him as he stealthily opened his eyes to observe his surroundings and where Peter was taking him.

Closing them as soon as he saw the inside of a ship, Derek can feel being sat down and purposely takes a couple of minutes before showing signs of stirring. At first, it's slow going, the slow eye blink as he takes in the new space before Peter is introducing himself as he adjusts himself in the chair.

Derek furrows his brows as he tries to remember, "Peter?... I...I think I remember you." He ducks his head as he presses a hand against one side of his face, "You... came to help out before right? I think I remember patching you up once before..." His memory wasn't overridden so he remembers everything before being kidnapped, it was only his darker thoughts and intentions that were tapped through to the surface.

At the mention of leaving to be taken home, he shows signs of a panic, "Wait! We can't go yet. We have to go back for the rest of them before there's no one here to save." It's a half-truth. His captors were likely not going to stay for very long now that Peter located their base of operations since its very likely he's not working alone and more know about this place. Still, Derek tries to stall for time as he waits for the perfect time to strike.

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The security is more advance than Peter could ever imagine. It just looks like a run-down compound, but their methods of surveillance is something he'll truly fear once he finds out, and he's able to get back home.

Peter doesn't notice Derek's watchful eyes as they leave or his incredible acting job. It all looks real to him. And the way he acts too doesn't set off alarms either. There's even a little smile when Derek remembers him. Peter somewhat remembers him, but he got patched up a lot the last time the guardians were on Earth.

It's Derek's panic that puts Peter off balance a bit. "Hey, relax. I don't know what happened there, but you were the only one in that compound. I searched it high and low. It was just you. Besides, I'm by myself. We have to get back up if we're going to save anyone else." Peter tries to place his hands on Derek's shoulders to provide some sort of comfort. He looks completely distraught and he'll need to question him more later, but they have to get going. Unless...

"Hang on. Let me check something before we leave." Peter turns around and goes back to the console, messaging Rocket to get an update on the mapping device. Of course Rocket tries to tell him to have patience and that only gets an eye roll. "If there's a place I haven't check that they found on the map, maybe I can do a quick search of it. But seriously, I think we're just gonna have to get back up." The monitor eventually displays what they have so far. It's mostly the upper level, everything Peter was able to check by himself, but he focuses on the bottom of the map, searching for any hints of a lower level. Even a pixel below the ground might be enough of a reason to go look.

"I wonder why you were just left there, and only you. What did they do to you? Torture or something?" He doesn't know if Derek will answer or not. It's only now the situation feels weird. Why was Derek alone and if there's still survivors, why couldn't he find them or at least find a hint that they were here? The more he looks at the situation, the more confused he gets.

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Derek shakes his head, "That's...no... there are so many more of us. I know because I saw them earlier today." Peter's hands on his shoulders do little to calm down his act, "They probably know that you're here and that means they'll move to another location once we leave and you'll have to start from scratch again." He tries to sound desperate like they needed to stay and go back but he's not sure if Peter would buy it.

Derek turns in his seat when Peter leaves him to heads towards the console, he can see the faint glow of the map and him conversing with another before a soft voice, barely audible except to him chimes through the collar.

Lead him to us.

The medic tries to formulate a plan, ranging from anxious like he had been playing to something ranging towards more aggressive.

"You found me in a different room, right?" He tries to play off being a bit shaky as he gets to his feet, using the chair for support, "When we first got here, they took us underground... there's a passage in one of the rooms that you have to take to get down there." A lie. Derek just stands instead of walking closer, trying not to raise suspicions by acting like he was a bit of a damsel in distress who was too weak to do anything.

He figured it would be best to tell Peter everything to make him seem believable, "They never told us why they brought us here but they did experiments on us. I... remember being brought into a room with equipment but I don't remember anything that happened in the sessions. Only that, when I went in earlier, they said they were moving subjects around into new rooms to make room for more captives that were supposed to be coming in. That's probably why you found me alone and no one else..."

Even if Peter didn't want to go back, despite all his attempts at persuasion, he'd try going towards the door. He wanted to drill in the point that he wasn't going to leave without the rest of his team no matter what. But he settles on making that his backup plan if nothing else seems to work.

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The desperation in Derek's voice worries Peter. Most agents would understand that being so outnumbered if the enemy was dangerous and pretty much a suicide mission. But Derek doesn't seem to care. Or maybe he thinks Peter can take them out on his own. He's not sure which it is and the more worked up he gets, the more guilty he feels about just leaving.

He could try asking the others, see what they think about going back out there one more time to try and find someone else. The more he could rescue now, the better, but what's the cost of doing that?

Before he can get a message out, he notices Derek standing up with the help of the chair keeping him upright. He can't even tell him to sit back down before Derek tells him what he saw, what they're doing to everyone. It sounds horrible, terrifying. They needed new test subjects and decided to hijack them from Earth. Damnit, Peter's too much of a good guy now. The guilt's getting to him.

"Okay, okay. We'll search one more time, but if it gets dangerous, we have to go back no matter how many we find, got it? We have to get back home alive." Peter grabs his gear again and gestures for Derek to follow. "And stay close to me. I shouldn't even be bringing you along, but... I get it. Your team's like family. Be on the defensive, though." Peter should be taking his own words to heart more, but what can he do? It's habit at this point to be somewhat reckless.

Peter leads them back to the compound, still quiet and lifeless as before. He frowns a bit as this seems like a waste of time, but for Derek's sake, he'll look. "So you said there's a passage in one of the rooms. Which room? Do you remember?" Peter stays in front of Derek to protect him, to keep him from getting hurt even though he's the one that needs protection. He's suspicious still, but unaware of the enemy's true intentions behind all of this.

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SHIELD had drilled in that idea. To never go in if you were outnumbered against an enemy you didn't have the full Intel for but Derek is betting on the sheer emotion of having 'been' a captive and playing on that desperation people tend to have after facing trauma and needing to save others.

And it worked.

Derek's face lights up with an almost genuine looking hope, that when Peter gets close enough, he drapes himself on him in a tight hug. "Thank you... thank you. I promise, if the situation turns south, I'll come back here no matter what." He promises as he nods to being on the defensive before following close behind Peter as he led them back inside the compound.

This was going rather easily. The medic stays a step or two behind Peter, keeping his arms close to his chest as he glanced around every hallway, trying to remember where this entrance was while looking a bit nervous about being back inside the compound.

"When you find the big main circular room, where a majority of the bigger cells are, I should be able to find it from there. That's where we were being held the longest." Derek says as he glances into one of the empty rooms in the hallway.

From the main room, take the hallway to your right. Then take the first left you see and into the room at the end of that hallway. There are stairs that will lead below.

The voice chimes in again with instructions. It was up to Derek to appear lost and uncertain to remain believable and he does just that. Once they reached the main room, he walked past Peter towards a cell he was once being held in and tried to appear to be retracting his steps until he pointed to the hallway he was told, "That way."

He lets Peter take the lead again, pausing when he needed a second to remember, leading him down the path until they came upon the door with the stairs. Derek grabbed the edge of Peter's jacket, seeming afraid, "They should be down there, the room at the bottom is the one with all the cells they stuck us in and there should be a hallway to more rooms where the equipment they used on us is in."

When Peter reaches the bottom of the stairs, Derek makes sure to take his steps slow and press himself up against the wall, there are a few captives in the cells, appearing completely drained and exhausted. These captives, however, while belonging to Derek's team were the ones already brainwashed like him. His captors wanted to play that this was indeed a rescue worth the effort but little does Peter know, Derek was about to betray him.

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Peter's a little taken aback by the hug, stumbling as Derek jumps on him. He returns the hug briefly before pulling away to head out. "I'm gonna hold you to that promise. Steve would kill me if I let you get hurt after saving you."

As they walk through the compound, Peter is only being alert about his surroundings. The way Derek acts is something a regular former captive would do. There's no suspicion behind his actions as he watches Derek try to retrace his steps. "It's okay. Take your time. I'll protect you." Peter smiles to reassure Derek as he tries to remember where this hidden passage is.

He isn't expecting much. He did search this ship pretty well, but Derek surprises him again by showing him a staircase to a lower floor. Peter swallows thickly, a sense of dread washing over him staring down into the dark void. But he promised Derek. He doesn't want to go back on a promise and he makes his way down, blaster ready just in case.

He sees more captives downstairs, just like Derek said. He opens one of them and tries to wake them up, but they're dead weight just like Derek was. "Shit... I can't carry them all myself." He tries to wake up another person, but no luck with that person either. After the fourth time, there's no use. He can't wake up anyone to help him and Derek still looks weak from earlier. "Gotta find another way to get them out of here."

Peter heads off to the back, where there's another door that leads in deeper to the compound. There might be something he can use to get everyone out of here and back to the ship. He rushes through a smaller room, ignoring the equipment in there because it was so dark. He unfortunately misses the various mind control collars that adorn the wall.

It leads him to a larger room, but completely dark. There's no hint of light in the room, but it feels larger at least. "Hey, do you know if there's something we can use in this room? Or if there's some sort of light?" He doesn't hear anything from Derek and that sense of dread consumes him. "H-Hey, are you still there? Are you okay?" Peter's hand shakes as he readies his blaster. He knew this was a mistake. He knew this would go bad, but Derek was so insistent and he didn't want to let him down. He mentally apologizes to Derek and Steve and the others back on Earth for being too reckless again.

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A pre-brainwashed Derek would've appreciated the reassurance Peter gives him but none of those words truly mean anything in this state. Still, he smiles as he takes his time, "Thank you."

As soon as Peter opened each and every cell, Derek followed behind and kneeled in front of each member of his team, going into full-on medic mode for appearances. He patted his uniform until he found a penlight, forcing each of their eyes open to flick the light back and forth and check their pulse. Its all he could really check for without his usual equipment.

He purposely waits back as he watches Peter walk off deeper inside the compound, patting the agent he was attending to do drop the act before getting up and following behind. There's an almost predatory look in Derek's eyes as he takes the path Peter took, grabbing a collar off the wall as he passes by it.

At first, he's quiet as Peter asks his questions, making it appear that he wasn't there before he chimes in, "I-I'm here. I didn't see where you went off to but I'm right behind you trying to find the light... this room was never this dark before..." It's a couple of seconds before he hits something metal and there's a clank, "Ow..."

A few more minutes pass and he chimes in rather excited, "I think I found the light switch." and instead of a dull light like every room in this place thus far, its a blinding light aimed right at Peter that should buy Derek a few precious seconds to hit him across the head hard enough to knock him out and then lock the collar around his neck.

The lights change as Derek stands over Peter's unconscious body, one of the captors congratulates him before allowing him to do whatever he wanted to his rescuer. The other agents bring in carts of medical tools, ropes, and a handful of miscellaneous objects before letting Derek have the room.

Derek drags Peter into one of the cells and strips him of anything that could be used as a weapon against him, before locking the door. Pulling up a chair as he waits for the other to stir. The collar was different than his own, in that it was a prototype that didn't require the sessions he and the others had to go through for brainwashing and he was tasked to put it through its final testing while his captors watched what he did in this room in another.

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Peter's idea of the enemy is some gross looking alien species, an army of them, or just one power leader. Never would he think that the person he rescued would be his enemy.

He really is thankful he saved a medic. Seeing Derek check over the others here eases his worries. He can keep going knowing Derek will make sure everyone's okay. He'll thank him for his help later.

Derek's words of unfamiliarity makes his stomach drop even more if that's even possible. He gulps before Derek flips the switch and the bright light blinds him. He covers his eyes, taking a few steps back before metal smacks him in the back of his head. Stars fill his vision as he feels himself falling to the ground, tripping a small switch on his belt as an emergency signal as his last conscious action. He's not out immediately though when he hits the floor. Even in the bright light, he can see the figure of Derek hovering over him and that look. His eyes widen in shock before he fades into unconsciousness.

His last thought before that collar was thrown on is how could Derek do this to him, but it's a thought that fades fast. Even unconscious, the collar works its horrible magic. The ability to think keeps weakening more and more. It's almost like everything that made Peter was he is drowns in the void permanently.

Peter can't resist his weapons being taken away or being dragged into a cell. It's not long before Peter starts to stir, but the effects of the collar have already settled in as his movements are slowly. His body language lacks the confidence it once had and it's a little more submissive. He moves on his hands and knees first, shaking his head, but doesn't seem to notice the collar. His eyes are blank and the only change in his face is just from the pain of earlier.

He finally leans back into a sitting position, staring at the cell wall for a moment before turning towards Derek sitting in his chair. He doesn't know what's going on or what he's supposed to do. He's lost his ability to think and waits for Derek to fill his head with thoughts, commands, anything.

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The medic catches that look of shock and it fills him with a certain thrill that if Peter ever broke out of this new brainwashing control, that he'd remember who put him in a hell like this for his own enjoyment in the first place.

Derek didn't know what to expect with this collar, so as soon as Peter starts to stir, he leans forward in his chair while tilting his head as he watches the other's body language. "Do you remember who you are, puppy? Why you're here?"

Peter had that same look in his eyes as they all did before their captors really went to town with their minds but he was basically a blank slate that he could have fun with and mold to his own desires without much resistance. He waits on Peter's answers before he gets to his feet and heads towards one of the carts that were brought in, grabbing a leash and collar set that might prove useful right now.

With the leash wrapped around his hand, he returns to the cell doors, when he felt that Peter wasn't going to be a threat to him, he opens it. Derek kneels down in front of him, "You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" he says softly as he brings up a hand to gently stroke his cheek, "You're going to obey my every word, aren't you?"

There's a pause before he wraps the second collar around the other's neck, the mind control collars were looser than one used in the bedroom so it shouldn't bother him much as he secures it tightly enough to be comfortable before clicking the leash on it. One of the cells in the room had a decent sized bed, so he gently coaxes Peter up and towards it. Derek will make a trip back towards the carts to wheel them closer but for now, he wanted to be gentle and slow as he takes his time.

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The chances of Peter actually breaking out is unfortunately slim. He's been brainwashed before by his own father, almost pathetically easy. It took something very personal and emotional to him to actually break him out. Without it, he would still be under Ego's control. Despite how stubborn he can be in his ways, to manipulate him is like a walk in the park.

He tilts his head at Derek, searching through the remains of his mind, but nothing comes to mind. He does get some sort of identity from Derek's words. He called him a puppy, which means he's his owner, his master.

Peter eventually shakes his head sadly. "No, master. I don't." Derek doesn't seem upset by his answer thankfully. Instead, he moves back to the cart to grab something. He remains seated, but tries to lean over to see if he can catch what Derek's getting. He's still quiet though, waiting patiently for his master to come back and give him more of an identity.

When Derek returns, and actually comes into the cell with him, he straightens up and watches intently as Derek kneels down to his level. The hand on his face feels like the highest blessing, nuzzling into it and letting his eyes fall close to enjoy the touch of his master. "Yes, master. I'll be a good boy. I'll obey your every word." While he speaks those words, they ingrain into his soul. He's a good boy for his master and he'll obey. Obey. He has to obey, it's who he is.

At the feeling of another collar being added, Peter moves his neck around to make it easy for Derek to put it on him. It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. It actually feels warm and comforting. Yes, his master does know him best. He can take care of him and fill his head back up with his proper thoughts.

Peter moves up to the bed when Derek prompts him, crawling on top of it and taking a seat. He looks back up at Derek for his next command, but his eyes aren't as blank anymore. There's more anticipation in his eyes, an eagerness actually for Derek to command him. He wants to show his master he can be good and obey.

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Derek wasn't expecting to be called master right off the bat, it's a nice surprise that took little effort on his part. Peter had no memory of who he was or the rescue mission he was sent here on and now, he wonders just how deep this sort of new brainwashing went. This showed how much different this branch of their captor's experimenting went from what was done to his batch and they must be pretty pleased with themselves thus far.

He picks up on the subtle changes in Peter's body language, how attentive he is when he comes into the cell to the way he nuzzles into his hand at the touch. It was almost adorable to the point where Derek can't help but smile softly at him. Hearing the other confirm that he'd be good and obey him until he otherwise said so, filled him with a certain rush he'd never felt before. There were so many possibilities now.

Another unexpected thing he noticed as Peter sat on the bed was just how quickly the look in Peter's eyes changed, noting they weren't the same blank stare as before. Derek unwraps the leash from his hand before letting it go, "Stay here." He knows Peter will obey the command as he leaves the cell again to cart in one that had a variety of different toys along with a bundle of rope. He wasn't about to question his captors as to why or how they had such things.

Before he touched anything on the cart, he wanted to test a few things out. Derek heads back to the other, standing in front of him before he takes the leash once more in his hand, "Sit back a little more." He orders, watching the other get settled before he straddles the other's lap, one hand stroking along his jawline while the other is down at his side, tugging slightly on the leash.

"You and I are going to have such fun together. Your name is Peter and I'm Derek but you can address me however you please, understand?" Derek has rarely been in a dominant position like this, not that he was uncomfortable with the idea but after being here, he's gained this once hidden confidence, he otherwise wouldn't have pre-brainwashed.

The look in Derek's eyes are still a bit predatory but they are also lustful, "I want you to touch me. Show me how much you want to please me." He coos, practically brushing his lips against Peter's. If the other did something he didn't like, he could simply tug him away or order him to stop then punish him.

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The collar was putting Peter in the most submissive mindset possible. It's all about control and having someone even show signs of anything more than complete obedience would cause the experiment to fail. So Peter's first thought about the person speaking to him had to be that he was his master. He has no free will and needs guidance from someone.

Derek smiling at him sends a small surge of pleasure through him. He knows making his master happy is the most important thing. He did promise to be good and obey and if he's not doing a good job, his master would tell him immediately.

Peter does as told, staying on the bed and watching Derek with his full attention. He sees some of the items on the cart, but has no idea what they're for or how his master will use them. Maybe it'll test his ability to obey and follow orders. If that's the case, Peter's determined to pass with flying colors. He won't let his master down, no matter what.

Peter moves back a little more on the bed, but his head snaps up when he feels his new master's weight on his lap. He sees that lustful look in his eyes and no matter how much you brainwash Peter, he'll always recognize that look. Still, he keeps his focus on Derek's words, absorbing each word like it's gospel. "Peter... Derek... Yes, master. I understand." It feels like an honor to know his master's real name, but he doesn't feel worthy of addressing him by such.

Derek's command blanks out his mind again and he latches onto those words. Touch his master, please, him, show him how much he needs him. When Derek's lips touch his, he takes that opportunity to kiss him, heated and needy. The way he kisses him is different though. He's putting everything into his kiss, but it's almost as if he's trying to invite Derek in to take over and dominate his kiss. He's ready to be pushed down and taken over, but he tries to show how much he wants in as he kisses him.

Hands move under his shirt, exploring every curve and indent of his torso. He sighs into the kiss at how warm his skin is. How he would love to worship that body with his lips. If he begs for it enough, would his master be kind enough to grant that wish? He probably has to earn it though. So his fingers work to rub and massage his body, bringing pleasure and relaxation to his body as they move back down. Those hands linger around the waistband of his pants and he wonders if he's going too far. But it's all about pleasure. He wants to please him and he can't think of anything better than palm that growing bulge between his legs. Not too much in case Derek wants to pull his hand away, but enough to show that Derek's pleasure is his main focus. He'll make his master happy, even if it kills him.

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Derek is completely lost in the kiss, returning it with just as much heated want, deepening it and going as far as to occasionally nip Peter's bottom lip. As the other's hands move under his shirt, he presses his body against Peter's, arching his back at the soft glide of his hands as he slides his arms over Peter's shoulders. Keeping a slight tug on the leash so he was aware of its new position.

There's a soft whine as Peter's hands explore his body, feeling the soft but firm touches against his heated skin. Derek can feel his hesitancy as his hands linger on his waistband for a moment as if asking permission to go further, then he feels his palm against the bulge of his pants and his breath hitches against his mouth.

There's a tug of the leash, hard enough to tilt Peter's back and hold him there, "Not yet, puppy. That'll be your reward later." One of his own hands move down Peter's chest and slides under his jacket, "Take this off." He orders before loosening his hold on the tug to let Peter better maneuver as his hands slide down further and go under his shirt to feel the hard ridges of muscle and warm skin.

"You've been a good boy so far... perhaps I'll treat you but first, I will leave you something to show everyone that you're mine." He coos as he tugs Peter's neck back again and this time his lips brush against the skin, just above the collars and bites down hard to leave a deep enough mark. If his captors allowed him to keep Peter as his personal toy after all this, he wanted to make sure no one else had eyes on him. To show who owned him.

Derek bites again on the slowly bruising mark before swiping his tongue against it, pulling away. "Take your shirt off next." He wanted to admire and explore Peter's body before he allowed the other to do the same. As Peter peels off his shirt, he pushes the other down, fingertips raking down the other's chest as he slowly grinds his hips against the other's as a tease. As much as Peter would be beautiful being fucked to his heart's content, he wanted to feel him inside him first.

The medic leans forward to kiss Peter again before his kisses trailed down his neck and down to his collarbones, his hands mindlessly clawing at his skin, leaving red streaks in their wake.

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Peter feels another surge of pleasure at his master's reaction. Pushing into his hands and taking over that kiss with ease is the best sign he can get. It encourages more to touch and explore his master, wondering what other reactions or praise he can get from his master. God, that whine is incredible. His master is truly perfect in every way.

The tug makes Peter pull his hands away, glancing down at his master with worry. He doesn't seem mad, but he definitely crossed a line and he takes that to heart. He needs his master's permission before going that low. He nods and the command sinks in and he quickly removes his jacket, tossing it to the side just before hands move under his shirt. He gasps at the touch, feeling more sensitive than before. His mind goes into the idea of Derek's hands going all over his body and a low moan slips out.

No amount of pleasure can keep him from hearing his master's words. He wants to give him something to show who he belongs to. What sort of gift could his master possibly give him? He feels spoiled enough as is. His head falls back, lips press up against his neck, then he feels it. The pain. The pressure of the bite. Peter starts to scream, but he stops. Is screaming allowed? He doesn't know, but he'll endure it for his master. He'll let him leave a mark that will let everyone know Peter's been taken by a wonderful owner.

The bite leaves him a bit dazed, but another order snaps him out of it and that shirt gets removed quickly. A quiet yelp slips out as he's forced onto his back, but everything's moving so fast. Nails mark up his skin, hips grind against his hardening length trapped in his pants, lips back against his own. All he can do is moan and squirm in pleasure at all the attention Derek gives him. Peter's unaware of the teasing or any plans Derek has for him. He'll tell him if he's worthy enough for it. For now he kisses back until his master moves down lower, covering his body in kisses. "Master... feels so good. You're too good to me." He praises. He has to. He needs to let his master know how amazing he is or he'll just explode. He really is spoiled.

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Such a good obedient pet...

When Peter screams as he bites the mark into his neck, a hand comes up to cover his mouth, "We won’t be having any of that. You’ll only scream when I allow it, understand?” There’s an almost annoyed look in his eyes as he gives the order. He’s heard enough screaming while he’s been here that he won’t allow it to hear it from another. If he screamed, every time he left a mark then it would be a definite mood killer.

But his annoyance is quickly replaced as he continues to trail down Peter's body, "You've been... mostly good so far, so you deserve a treat." He lifts his head with a smirk at the praise his pet gives him. He could definitely get used to this.

Sitting up, he stares down at Peter's body, taking in the tight muscle and faint scars. His masters must have been so very pleased with him to allow him such a fun task. His hands, gently glide over his body this time instead of dragging down nails, he wanted to mark up the other so badly. To bruise him... maybe cut him... but he knows the latter would make him scream again. Maybe that could work as a punishment, he thinks.

Derek gives another roll of his hips as he grinds up against him once more, taking in the sweet moan that spills from the other beneath him. He lets out a shaky breath of his own as he tugs Peter upward towards him, once they were face to face again, he presses a finger against Peter's lips. "I'll treat you well in a second and I want to hear your sweet, delicious moans so don't hold back, understand?"

He licks his own lips before he kisses the other after hearing his confirmation, kissing deep and needy before he pulls away to breathe and climb off Peter's lap to face the cart again. He pulls a pair of leather handcuffs before walking back, standing a few steps away, "Strip then sit back down again." Derek twirls the cuffs around a finger as he watches the other, practically letting his mouth water at the sight of Peter's hard cock.

Once Peter sat back down, Derek steps forward, cuffing the other's wrists together before kneeling before him and spreading his legs apart to sit between them. There's a hungry look in his eyes as he takes the other's cock in his hands and strokes him. "How badly do you want me to take you in my mouth, puppy?" He asks as he leans forward, painfully teasing and he nips his way inside Peter's thigh.

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Shock crosses his face the moment that hand covers his mouth. He can feel the annoyance radiating off of his master at his scream. He had no idea a scream would anger his master so much, but for the sake of making him happy and to avoid any punishment in the future, he nods frantically before Derek pulls his hand away.

That seems to do the trick as his master's hands move down his body more gently, still getting a reaction, but it's much softer moans with some squirming as well. He honestly thought that scream was the end of him, but Derek's still willing to treat him for being as good as he can be. He wants to thank him, but he cut off from another roll of those hips. The moan is so wanton and needy. As if he was going to die if Derek didn't fuck him.

"Y-Yes, master." The moan lingers in his reply, barely able to take in his words before he feels lips against his own, hungry and greedy. Peter's compliant. He's a good slave and lets his master kiss him as roughly as he wants. He doesn't forget the command either, moaning into it like kissing him was better than sex itself.

Despite the thick haze in his mind, Peter's able to stand and strip off his clothes quickly. Although a small hiss escapes as his hard cock is exposed to the cool air of the cell. He sees how Derek looks at him while he bares himself. He seems to enjoy his body and how he looks and while it may not be verbal praise, he does feel a sense of accomplishment from his reaction.

He takes his place back on the bed, letting his master bind his hands together without resistance. He wonders why they were bound in front of him. Maybe it's just limitation for now. Or a test. While his hands may be limited, he can still reach out for his master. This had to be a challenge. To resist the temptation of taking over in the heat of the moment, or else the restraints would get worse. He wants to pay attention to his hands, but Derek's hand starts to work its magic, stroking his cock to full hardness. The teasing to his thighs doesn't help either. It takes every muscle in his body not to buck his hips up. Instead he focuses on his moaning, trying to make it loud and sweet for his master.

"A-Ah, I, I want it. I want it so badly, master. Please! It, it would be an honor to have your mouth around my cock. I, I would do anything for it. Please, master. I'll do anything for a reward like that!" He almost doesn't feel worthy. If anything, Peter should be on his knees sucking his master off with the eagerness of a slave who only wants their master to be happy. Oh he's too good. He's much too kind. He thanks every god in existence for giving him such a perfect master.