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All five Masters and Mistresses were seated at the head of the conference table in the main hall, and I stopped just short of the hardwood floor, removed my shoes and socks, then took my place on my knees in front of them. The pull on my trousers as I eased down did more to ease the Jan-ache in my cock.

Ten minutes. Five, if possible.

“Was there a problem with the lifts, Mr. Harrison?”

I let out a cough hearing Brennan. “No. Hmm. Apologies.” I forgot the “sir” on that and added it quickly.

“Hmm,” said Brennan. “Perhaps we need to have maintenance look at them as you’re nearly fifteen minutes late.”

Brennan, as usual, sat at the head of the conference table. Gray was to his left, Mistress Carr next to him. To Brennan’s right were the remaining two Masters. One of these days I swore I’d find out their names, but Mistress Ball Breaker and Master Gruff would have to do for now. And as I was required to keep my head down and only look up when told, asking for names wasn’t something I wanted to be bringing up right now, not with knowing just who these Masters were and who selected them.

“Traffic, sir,” I said quietly. “Apologies.”

“In the lifts? How odd. Yes, well.” Sounded like the bastard was smiling. “Your punctuality is an issue for your Master to resolve, Mr. Harrison. For now, evening.”

“Evenin’, sir.” I nodded at Brennan as he sat at the conference table, then just gave a slight indication either side of him to the others seated with him, including Gray. “Masters, Mistresses.”

Replies were given back, papers shuffled about. “I have the doctor’s report here,” said Brennan. “It declares you fit and well to return to the full Master sub role of training Doms.” Again more shuffling of paper. “No scarring from your stitches... excellent. Our psychology department and Master Raoul have also given clearance for you to return to normal training duties due to there being no shows of physical and emotional stress.”

I hid a smile and hoped to fuck Gray never saw it. Throwing him in a November pool wasn’t probably one of my best ideas for skiving work.

“How do
you
feel, though, Mr. Harrison?”

“Erm.” That caught me off-guard. “Fine, sir.”

“You have been prescribed medication and cognitive therapy again for your disorders. How are you coping with them?”

They’d heard all the gruesome details over Mark Shaw’s
Don’t...let me fuck with you
head games. Of course they would have. “Hard at times, sir, I won’t lie.” I smiled softly, loving the thought of Jan and Gray together. “But I have first-class support.”

Quiet. “Thank you for your honesty, Mr. Harrison. It’s good to see.” And with that, he sighed. “Neither I nor my peers have any reason to withhold reinstatement of your position. You will be allocated clients on our next training rota, just after Christmas. Are there any particular preferences over your choice of client?”

“Which departments are on the rota, sir?”

More shuffling of paper, but the answer came from Mistress Carr. “We have eight from the Ministry of Defence, two from the Criminal Investigations Department, also eight civilians ranging from public to the private sector.”

“With the Ministry of Defence, are the personnel serving?” The raise of my eyebrow was hopeful. Serving MOD soldiers meant specialist training provided by Gray, which meant nothing to do with sex; Gray was training real bastards with an aptitude for upping the creativeness of interrogation scenes. With a deep masochistic side, I sometimes got to sneak into some and let them... play.

“Ex-servicemen for this rota,” said Carr. “Four looking to Dom, two to sub, the remaining two wishing training on the technical side.”

“All looking for employment or just personal experience?”

“Employment.”

I nodded. Maybe more satisfied. The Master’s Circle was government funded and tax deductable for a reason; one of their core focuses was providing job opportunities for ex-servicemen, whether it was behind the scenes in security, and at worldwide locations, or just a release for all of their stresses with Dom training or sub training. But they also provided training for those who served in most government departments, and for different reasons. Gray focussed more on the Doms or training interrogation officers. To be honest, I didn’t mind. Any man that showed enough balls to serve always put him at the top of my
To Do
list. “MOD, please, Mistress Carr.” That was her area, and with how she and Gray always had their heads together, it wasn’t just an area she stood pretty in.

“Excellent. Thank you, Jack. Your preferences match your Master’s, so we have no conflict of interests.”

Yes. Less than five minutes. Three to be precise. I said my thanks, nodded, and moved to stand.

“Not yet, Mr. Harrison.”

Fuck. Head still down, I eased back to my knees, needing to look up at Brennan. “Apologies, I thought we were done.”

“I can see that.” Again, it sounded like he was grinning. “It’s been brought to the Masters’ attention that for your last contract, you refused to use your safe word.”

I resisted looking at Gray.

“Is this the case?”

Considering it surrounded using a safe word around Jan? Fuck, yes, it had been the case. “Yes, sir. Master Raoul was made aware of the issue.”

“By Mr. Richards, not you?” added Brennan.

A rhetorical statement, but I answered anyway. “Yes, sir.”

A heavy sigh. “You’ve been with us long enough to know that our Master subs are given those safe words so that security who are observing a training scene will know when their assistance is required. If they know a Master sub is deliberately withholding their safe words, or has a history of it, trust becomes damaged. In an environment where training is mostly focused on non-civilian personnel, you can understand the potential concerns that will raise for our security teams.”

“Yes, sir. Circumstances surrounding my last contract were...” I frowned remembering Jan’s hurt after I’d hit him. “Emotional. The fault was entirely my own.”

“In certain ways,” said Brennan, “it removed you from the Circle and out of harm’s way. Nobody would have felt the loss of a Master’s sub more than those sitting here.”

I frowned. That had been meant sincerely. “Thank you, sir.”

“However, understand that the price for breaking trust between a Master and his sub, and ultimately the people who are employed to keep a Master’s sub safe, is a serious violation, one that no Master here will tolerate under any circumstance, Mr. Harrison.”

I closed my eyes. Just great that I’d start back with another flogging on my record. Or worse. “The fault is mine.” I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible. “Master Raoul—”

“Called enough.”

I looked up, just briefly.

“There were faults all around, Jack,” Gray said quietly. “You’ve already taken punishment for events you had little to no control over. Enough. More than.”

“The Masters are in agreement.” said Brennan. “However, you’ve been a Dom trainer for nine years now, Mr. Harrison. Trust and respect, you have ours; do not force us into a position where we have to question whether we have yours. Ever.”

Life calmed just for those few seconds. “Understood, sir.” And my thanks after that was aimed solely at Gray.

Brennan nodded. “But as a first-time trainee sub would be required to do, I will ask you to now state clearly to the Masters your personal safe word. What is your personal safe word to let a Dom know you wish for him to stop the scene?”

I blushed, somehow finding this more uncomfortable than a flogging. “Hmmm. Mercedes, sir.”

“And what is the Master Circle’s Security safe word, the one that you would use if a trainee Dom fails to listen to your call of Mercedes, and thus poses a dangerous threat that has moved beyond your control?”

“Mercedes Benz, sir.”

“What does that second safe word initiate?”

“External safety protocol,” I said. “It alerts security observing the scene to how they are needed to end proceedings with the safety of the sub solely in mind. Mostly where the Dom has failed to stop the scene and moved beyond a Master sub’s consensual zone.”

“State an incident where you would use Mercedes Benz, Jack.”

“You mean apart from now?” I mumbled, and it won a few chuckles from those at the conference table.

“Yes,” said Brennan. “Apart from now.”

I buried my blush. “One clause in my standard contract clearly states that I will not entertain incest themes in any way, shape, or form with a trainee Dom. If a Dom were to challenge that mid-way through a scene and threaten physical violence to force an incest scenario, Mercedes Benz would be used if I couldn’t—”
Beat the shit out of the Dom
. “—stop the scene myself.”

“Will you fail to use either of your safe words again, Jack?”

“No, sir,” I mumbled quietly and it earned a few more chuckles.

“Good. Enjoy your evening, Mr. Harrison.” I caught his smile then. “A Master has the right to re-test the mental aptitude and fitness of his Master sub. No cameras, no CCTV equipment, just you, him, and whatever tools of the trade he wishes to test your mind and body to the full with.” Quiet. “Will you allow Gray to re-Master you, Jack?”

Name the time, date, place, and I’d be there, saddle thrown over shoulder, cowboy hat on, naked, willing to ride the rough until he stopped bucking through exhaustion, but for all of the smart-ass answers I could have used, “Please,” was the only breathed reply I managed. It won a soft chuckle off Gray, and I quickly added a “Yes, sir”, hating the sub-mode already slipping into gear there.

The doors to the main hall closed behind me, and Jan had enough time to stand before I was over, pulling him up, backing him against the wall, then kissing the fuck out of his mouth. “Merc. Now.”

“What?”

“Move.” I gave him little choice, making Jan nearly fall as I forced him into a stumble down the stairs. I wasn’t waiting for the lifts.

“Jack?”

“Shush.” We passed the security guards, Jan doing this whole salute thing as the two guards shared a
what the hell
moment. As we made it to Jan’s Merc, Jan’s back hit the passenger side door as I pushed him up against it. Hands sorted blindly through his pockets as my mouth caught his, hips grinding into hips.

“A little desperate to get laid there, Jack?” breathed Jan.

Still hunting for Jan’s car keys in his trouser pocket, the hardness he had going on distracted me for a second. “Just, just get in the fucking car.” We crushed in close, breathing heavy, heated, touches all out of rhythm. “I want to play the fuck out of your body, I—”

The keys were pulled from my hands and Gray threw them to Jan.

“You touching my sub when he’s been marked off bounds to everyone but me, Jan?” There was no anger there in Gray’s voice, just that flick of a half smile, but the bastard part to the Master Dom was there, and it had Jan fumbling to push me to arm’s length.

“I, hmmm.” The keys jangled in Jan’s hands. “No. Just—I’m just warming his-the, warming
the
engine up for you.”

Jan was suddenly gone, heading for the driver’s side, and leaving me dropping my head against the black Mercedes Benz.

“You’ll make a Master when you grow up, Jack.” Gray sounded like he was smirking. Then he came in so close behind; his light breath, then a gentle nip on my neck had me forgetting all about Jan for a few cock-teasing seconds. The feel of him behind me had my legs inching wider apart, hands slipping behind my head, and body and mind going for full and silent submission right here in the darkness of the car park.

“In the Mercedes,” whispered Gray, “you touch no one. You
do,
however, touch yourself without coming. Clear?”

“Mmhm.” A release of lock went somewhere and I twisted my head to see Gray holding the passenger door open. Oh, right, in
that
Merc. Managing to drag myself away, I ducked into the back, Jan not helping the issue when he looked in the mirror and caught my eye.

As the door was shut, the draft disturbed my hair, helping to cool things down. Then with the car barely shifting as Gray eased in, everything heated up having him so close.

One hand gripping onto the headrest behind, I inched down, already easing my trouser belt open, then ghosting a touch into my suit trousers.
Fuck me.
I’d been touching myself for years, knowing the twists and turns that got me going, but Gray brought this to a new level playing this shit out in the open.

Strokes were kept long, slow, and even on my dick, the play hidden beneath the protective cover of white shirt and black tie. Feet were flat on the floor, hips occasionally shifting up as teasing became too much. I kept my gaze twisted away from Gray, almost into my arm as I gripped onto the headrest behind, eyes screwed shut. Tonight was all about Gray, about what got him going, what he wanted—needed....

Jan was quiet, unnaturally so. The Merc kept a constant pace, yet when I looked, Jan’s knuckles were white, his eyes completely fixed on the road ahead.

This was the niggling concern in amongst lust-land, always had been, that he’d get pissed off with me and Gray training Doms together for a living; that he’d have to stay on the sidelines as a vanilla doing nothing but licking at the edges of our world. Gray was a player of the highest order, and if he’d taken to playing Jan off against me now, not allowing him to touch when it came to a re-Mastering scene just between me and Gray, I’d do more than just have a few words.