Luke's Crew (M+/M+)(New Chapter 7/10/25)

[Socksbound]

Interesting tidbit about leaf and Luke looking forward to getting more details about their relationship. The Company detail makes a great twist always nice to see them referenced in someone’s stories

[KidnappedCowboy]

Lovely update! Nice to see all the tees crossed and the eyes dotted! Or should I say all the tees crisscrossed over wrists and ankles and the eyes masked?

Very intrigued by Tristan Brier. He's a very professional Company man, but he appears to be very eager to handle Luke's business with a personal touch.

[Guardianbound]

The Company must have its hand in everything. I wonder what the contracts of the others in the household are like?

[gag1195]

@Socksbound I'm really enjoying getting to start diving into more with Luke and Leaf. And I can't wait to share more as the chapters continue! And of course, it's always nice to add more Company lore and references when given the chance!

@KidnappedCowboy Crossed and tied and teased and masked, indeed! Also, I'm pretty sure "Handled with a Personal Touch" could be the unofficial motto of the Company!

@Guardianbound If it makes sense for the plot, you know I am going to mention the Company! We will definitely get to see more of the other Crew members' contracts and how they were "recruited" as time goes on!

Thanks again for the lovely comments, everyone! Also, thank you to everyone who has voted in the poll! As this story continues, I would love to read why everyone votes the way they do, and especially if your vote changes!

[jake22153]

This story is so hot! I wish there were more chapters.

[CaptiveDan]

Hope you continue this story, it's a great one!

[gag1195]

@jake22153 Thanks for the compliment! Worry not, more chapters in the future!

@CaptiveDan I plan to, never fear! Just been a bit busy and distracted!

I want to assure my lovely readers that this story is not dead! The site issues/migration happened to coincide with my busiest time of the year at work, so I've been unable to write, or really even log in and catch up until recently! I have this story un-garbled and readable again, and am working on my other stories, which are unfortunately just as garbled from the move over. I hope to have a new chapter up before next week!

[gag1195]

Apologies for the long, long delay in getting this chapter published! As I said earlier, the site issues coincided with a very busy time at work, so even when the issues got resolved, I did not have time to write. But I finally managed to carve out some writing time and get this chapter finished! I hope everyone enjoys! Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! And don't forget to vote! The poll and its results will become a bit more plot relevant soon! (Also, apologies in advance, @Bradstick! I hope you aren't too mad at me )


Part 8: Humility

“We’ve talked a lot about you and the Crew and the work that goes into these shows and renovations”, Laney continued, “but I want to ask about your life, your lives, outside of work. What do you all do for fun, to relax, any hobbies?”

“The good ole work-life balance?” Luke raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly! I know production and filming can sometimes feel like it last forever, but there has to be some time when you all aren’t working. Right?”

“Not if it were up to Luke…” Damian joked. “He is the definition of a workaholic!”

“First a villain, now a workaholic! Hurtful!” Luke countered, playfully pulling away when Damian tried to hold his arm. “I have been known to have a hard time taking a break, turning it off, as it were.”

“But…” Laney pressed.

“But, I am capable of relaxing. And, I require all of my Crew to have some non-work related hobbies or interests. It’s a condition of working for me. Because that balance is important.”

“So what are some of these Crew hobbies?”

“Well, for instance, Spark loves to bake and try out new recipes for dishes. He’s always experimenting in the kitchen. Now that he isn’t in catering full-time anymore, it has become his favorite hobby. Haze is a car nut. Restoring and driving and showing classic cars. I always joke that I don’t have a classic car collection, but my garage does. And Crest is a very gifted pianist. I’m sure if you ask nicely when you interview him, he’ll play something for you.”

“I’ll have to make a note of that for the Crew segments!” Laney smiled. She turned to Damian. “And what about you, Damian? What’s your ‘de-stress from work’ hobby?”

Damian blushed. Luke smiled. “Go on, Damian, tell them all about your hobby that is completely disconnected from your work on the Crew!”

“Well, you see, it’s..”

“Gardening!” Luke finished! “My landscaping expert’s work-life balance hobby is gardening!”

“And you’re here giving Luke a hard time!” Laney shook her head and grinned.

“I officially don’t like being on this side of the interview!” Damian joked. “You’re right, though. I’m a total hypocrite. But, in my defense, my gardening is on a much smaller scale compared to landscaping entire properties during shoots. I have two beds that I maintain with seasonal plants, and a small herb garden in the kitchen window, but that one is mostly for Spark and his cooking!”

“And you, Luke?”

“I really love spending time at my drafting table, making new designs and blueprints. Like I said, I have a hard time turning it off.”

“Do as I say, not as I do?” Laney suggested.

“100%. I can and do relax, just not as often as I probably should!”

—--

Thief watched helplessly as Luke devoured the plate of waffles Spark had delivered. Thief’s own plate of delicious breakfast sat out of reach, next to Luke, outside the cell. Luke had promised his little Thief food, but only if he behaved. Luke wanted to continue their conversation, get some answers, and test Tommy’s ability to obey orders and follow through with commands.

“Mmm-mmm! Delicious!” Luke made a show of finishing the last bite and licking his lips. He smiled when he heard Tommy’s stomach growl. “Certainly better than the basic prison fare I’ve been giving you this past week, I imagine.”

Thief nodded. Opened his mouth to respond, but hesitated and closed it instead.

“So, Tommy, I have a few more questions before you get your waffles. How long were you casing my home?”

“A month…” Thief hung his head. “I didn’t mean for this to happen…”

“You didn’t mean to steal from me? You just whoopsie-daisyed your way into a break in of my home?”

“I’m sorry.” Tommy sounded legitimately crestfallen. “I saw the statue when I first helped out with catering. I looked it up and saw the price… I’ve got debt, bills, I was stupid.”

“Yes, you were.” Luke smiled. “But I do have some good news. You don’t have to worry about your debt anymore. But I do need to know. Had you successfully stolen from me, what was the next step? Where would you have taken my statue?”

“I… hadn’t figured that part out. I figured I could sell it to a gallery or something.”

Luke sighed. “At least you’re pretty… You said debt. College?”

Tommy shook his head. “Never had the chance. Didn’t have the money, and never finished high school.”

“Why not?”

“Parents kicked me out. Saw me kissing my male friend once, and threw my stuff out in the yard and changed the locks. That was Junior year.”

Luke nodded in understanding. “How’d you end up in L.A.?”

“Hitchhiked from Phoenix and spent the last few years just trying to survive.”

“The debts?”

Tommy nodded. “Did what I had to do. Traded favors for food and places to sleep. It adds up.”

“I have more good news on that front as well…” Luke commented, mostly to himself. “You’re in good shape, little thief. Sports in high school?”

Tommy nodded, with maybe the hint of a smile. “Wrestling. Only made it to JV, but I did my best to keep up with my workouts.”

“You’ve got a good face too. Never considered acting or modeling?”

“Tried. Couldn’t afford an agent. No connections. A small gig every seven months isn’t exactly great on a resume.”

“This town can be cruel…”

“What’s going to happen to me?” Tommy ventured. Luke could practically smell the nervousness, like a cornered prey animal sitting before him.

Luke smiled. Not a kind, gentle smile. “It should be obvious right? You belong to me now. You’re my newest slave.”

“What! NO! I-”

“Tommy!” Luke held up his hand. Even with the bars of the cell dividing them, Tommy shrunk back. “It’s too late for that. This is happening, has already happened. I’ve allowed some leeway because this is new to you. But going forward, There are some rules you need to follow. Or else…”

Tommy didn’t seem to pick up on the hanging threat Luke left unsaid. “Please, just let me go! I won’t say anything, I swear! I’m great at keeping secrets! I’ll never say a word to anyone! I’ll leave L.A., I leave the state! Please just let me go!”

Luke let his little Thief get it out of his system. But he made a mental note to punish that outburst later.

“Would you like to continue this conversation? Or would you like me to put the muzzle back on and make this more one-sided?” Luke said calmly when Tommy finally stopped begging. Luke watched and waited.

Finally Tommy, tears in his eyes, slowly nodded and closed his mouth.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Luke stood, waiting for Tommy’s eyes to follow. He held up a finger. “First, and most important. You belong to me. You will address me as Sir or Master. You might hear some of the others calling me Foreman or even Luke. You will not. You’ve not earned it yet. Do you understand?”

Tommy gulped. It was real. It was sinking in for him. “Yes… Sir…”

“Second. You will only speak when spoken to. Outbursts like we just had, will not happen again. Whenever you are not gagged, you will still remain silent unless you want to be gagged again. Understood?”

Thief nodded slowly. Luke could see the wheels turning- was he allowed to speak in response to that statement? Should he remain silent? “Yes… Sir…”

“Third. I own you. You belong to me. You exist to serve me. Any order I give, you follow. Every command, you do. That collar is a permanent reminder of your status.”

“But…”

“Enough.” Luke cut him off. “You are mine. To do with as I please. You don’t need to worry about your sad little life, your debt, or any of that ever again. No one will touch you, except for me and my Crew.” Luke leaned in and gripped the bars tight. “And believe me, the alternative is that I get rid of you. That man that poked and prodded you? He will come back and take you away and sell you to men who are far uglier, far meaner, far more callous. It’s going to depend on your actions. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Excellent.” Luke unlocked the cell and carried the plate of waffles inside. He sat down in front of his slave and stabbed a forkful of Spark’s delicious cooking. He held it up in front of Tommy. “You may enjoy some of this meal.”

He made no move to bring the fork closer to Tommy. Tommy strained and pulled against the chains and just barely reached the now cold waffle with his lips. Gingerly, Tommy took the forkful into his mouth, then slowly pulled away. He chewed, slowly, carefully. The gears turning in his pretty little head again. Did Luke put something in the food? Was it safe to eat? Was this act of submission good? Should he submit so easily?

Another forkful. He was handling it well so far. The week of ignoring him, letting him settle, feeding him only the bare necessities, then dangling this reward in front of him, was working. Luke was practiced at this, had learned from training his other slaves.

Haze had needed more control, stricter bonds, harsher punishments. The large man was proud, and needed to be put in his place. Luke had anticipated that bravado from the fit, handsome, and young Tommy. Who would have blamed him for puffing out his chest and resisting. But here he was, folding like Damian had.

Crest had been a ticking time bomb of barely controlled rage. Resisted every endeavor to train him. Violent too. Almost too much for even Luke to handle. Tommy certainly had the strength to resist more.

Spark had been furious too, but not near as volatile as Crest. It was Spark’s surprising pain tolerance that had made training difficult. It was hard to push him past his limits when the limits didn’t seem to exist. Luke wondered where Thief’s limits would reach.

And where would he fit in? He wasn’t very bright, seemingly. Could he be trained and taught? Did he have some hidden aptitude buried beneath those muscles? He’d spent so long trying to survive. What skills did he have?

Luke had let his mind wander. Thief saw that and took advantage. The next forkful, he leaned back and spit the waffles back into Luke’s face. He pulled against the chains and tried to drag himself out of the cell. He did not make it far.

Luke yanked the chain back, pulling Thief into the cell. He kicked Thief hard in the chest, before collecting the plate and fork and storming out of the cell. But he didn’t lock it. Thief carried on, cursing, screaming for help, begging for freedom and mercy.

More fight than he let on. He would need some training and breaking after all. Luke set the plates down out of the way. He collected the bondage chair from Leaf’s green alcove. He knew that his husband wouldn’t mind. He carried the chair and its dangling straps into Thief’s cell. Luke slammed it down in the center.

Keys produced, leg shackles unlocked. Thief was strong, but small, smaller at least than Luke. the Master easily lifted his bound slave into the chair, and began strapping Thief’s legs to the chair. Tightly. With accompanying padlocks. Thief kicked, but Luke was undeterred.

Luke unlocked one of the wrist restraints and quickly locked it around the arm of the chair, keeping Thief’s left arm restrained while he worked on strapping down the now free right arm. Thief had fight, and a free arm. He swung and flailed wildly, trying to keep Luke from grabbing hold of his wrist. Luke jabbed him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him, deflating the young man’s fight. Luke grabbed the wrist and swiftly strapped and locked his arm to the chair. He had an even easier time strapping in the other arm, along with the straps around Thief’s chest and torso. He did one final strap around Tommy’s neck, tightened it enough that it was hard for him to move his head too much without choking himself.

He left Tommy in the chair to struggle and squirm. He paid a visit to Haze’s gray alcove and collected the supplies he used to shave Haze’s head. Thief needed a lesson in humility. Not unlike Haze, who sometimes need a reminder of his place, Thief’s act of defiance meant that he needed to learn his place as well.

Tommy balked when he saw the supplies in Luke’s hands. “Please no! Please Sir, don’t do this! I’ll behave! Please, I'm sorry! Please!”

Luke was seeing red. No amount of begging or backpedaling was going to sway him. “You can save your blubbering, Hot Shot. This is happening.”

And so it did. Luke’s strong grip on Tommy’s head, coupled with the strap around his neck, made the process a mostly painless one. Though he continued to cry and scream and beg, he did not fidget, no doubt worried that he might get nicked or cut by the clippers and razor. The end product was a red and puffy eyed Slave, shorn head cut buzz or military style, his once beautiful brown locks sitting in clumps on his naked lap and piled around his feet.



Luke clamped his strong hand over Tommy’s mouth, muffling the boy’s sniffling. “You exist to serve me. I own you. You are nothing without me. That little stunt and outbursts cost you your hair. Remember your place, Slave.” Luke growled into Tommy’s ear.

He didn’t wait for a reply, compliant or otherwise. He forced the muzzle back around Thief’s face, buckling and locking it in place. “Mmmmmmmmm….” Tommy continued to whine.

“And this is just day one of your training, boy. It looks like we’ve got a long way to go. I hope you’re a quick learner… for your sake…”

He returned the shaving supplies to Haze’s alcove, and gathered up the plates to return to the kitchen. He forcefully slammed Thief’s cell shut before locking it.

He made a point to turn off the basement lights before leaving his shaved slave to cry. He needed to get cleaned up and think about Tommy’s next bit of training.

[CaptiveDan]

Let's goooooooooooooooooooooo! Great chapter, excited to see what it takes to break theif

[DeeperThanRed]

I'm glad you took your time to give us another great chapter! I missed these guys, especially Luke being a hot-and-cold dom: he can be sweet on his crew but loses his patience quickly on the disobedient thief.

I hope Tommy can see the upsides of this new arrangement because the kid's got a rough background and this is as good as he'll get.

[Volobond]

Although it's rough for Thief, I have to admit Luke is doing the right thing to break him. Carrot and stick, providing a path and punishing the refusal of it. Eventually Thief will realize he only ever had one choice.

Well, that or he'll end up sold by the Company...

[Bradstick]

HIS HAIR!!!!! Noooooooooooo

I was so curious why you called me out in the beginning and apologized. I am devastated! His hair was so beautiful! Now it’s all gone!

Well that will certainly get the message across. I would a mirror in his cell so he is forced to look at his shaved head! That will definitely break that little shit’s spirit!

I want to say the worst part about this chapter was him loosing his hair. It wasn’t! It was that little shit wasting some of Spark’s delicious waffles and spitting it at Luke. He deserved to have it all cut off, even if it break me heart lol

[KidnappedCowboy]

Well, Damian may have a yen for landscaping, but it appears Luke has a knack for manscaping!!! It's a shame he only cropped the hair on top of Tommy's head. Luke should have shaven the entirety of the little thief's body hair.

That said, I love the mix of fight, defiance, self-pity, and fear in Tommy. Luke will have a lot of fun breaking his will and making the Thief a member of his Crew!

[blackbound]

I like a good forced shaving! Let's see what other horrors are in store for Thief....

[Socksbound]

Great chapter. Quite intense but hoped our thief understands his place in Luke’s crew now

[Guardianbound]

And so the initiation begins.... really intense stuff

So glad this story is back!! I think we're beginning to see Luke in all his different forms, the TV personality, the strict dom, the tender dom.

[gag1195]

@CaptiveDan Thank you friend! It was great to get back into this story and I am excited for more of Thief's training!

@DeeperThanRed I missed writing these guys! Hot-and-cold Dom is a great description for Luke and what's going to be happening as this story continues! We certainly hope that Tommy sees the benefit of Luke's offer, though maybe he needs to see firsthand what his alternative is...

@Volobond Another what if question to explore: If things don't work out with Luke, where in the Company will our Thief end up? What fate might await him if he isn't a good fit for the Crew?

@Bradstick I know! I'm so sorry! I tried, creatively, to keep his hair, but it just fit too well with what Luke was trying to teach his new slave! The good thing is... it will eventually grow back? And look at you with the mirror idea! That is wonderfully devious, and I am absolutely stealing that!

@KidnappedCowboy Rest assured, friend, this is just the first step in Thief's training! Why shave him completely, when Luke could easily dangle more hair removal as a punishment later? As for Tommy, he's in for a whole new world of experiences!

@blackbound Horrors? You make Luke sound downright evil! I'm sure it'll be fine in the end, we just have to ignore some of the adjectives that might be used to describe the overall process...

@Socksbound We can certainly hope... But it is just the first bit of training... I suspect some more intensity before everything is through...

@Guardianbound The many faces of Luke would make for a great biography/Tell All book! I'm glad everyone has enjoyed this return to the Crew!

Thank you to everyone who read and commented! I know it was a long time waiting for this most recent chapter, so I am thrilled to see so many still enjoying this story! I just got back from a pretty long trip, so it may take me a little bit to bounce back before I get into the next chapter, so stay tuned!

[Bradstick]

@Bradstick I know! I'm so sorry! I tried, creatively, to keep his hair, but it just fit too well with what Luke was trying to teach his new slave! The good thing is... it will eventually grow back? And look at you with the mirror idea! That is wonderfully devious, and I am absolutely stealing that!

No worries! You go nothing to apologize for, he needs to learn there are consequences. Another punishment for him is using a full bondage hood. Fully take away his identity until he decides to behave! Can’t wait for the next chapter!

[gag1195]

And here is the latest installment! Thanks for everyone's patience while I worked on it! Hopefully I will not be so delayed in getting the next one published! Please let me know what you think in the comments! Don't forget to vote either!


Part 9: Reflection

“As much fun as it is discussing your current career and process, I do want to learn more about you and your Crew, well, before you became you and your Crew!” Laney segued into the next set of questions she’d prepared for her guests.

“Of course!” Luke smiled.

“First”, Laney began, keeping a friendly gaze on Luke, “I know that you went to school for architectural design, which eventually led to you hosting your shows. But how did you decide to pursue that degree and career? What drew you to design?”

Luke smiled and nodded, pausing a moment before answering. “That would be my father… Sort of.”

“Oh? He encouraged you to study architecture?”

Both Luke and Damian bursted out laughing. It took a few moments for them to compose themselves before Luke answered Laney’s question. “I’m sorry about that! But uh.. No, to put things bluntly. My father fought my decision to go to college every step of the way.”

“Really?”

“My old man owned a construction company. Biggest in our county, and one of the biggest in west Texas. He inherited it from his father, and planned on passing it on to me. I spent most of my weekends and summers on job sites, being groomed to take over. He even planned on making me a full partner after I graduated high school.”

“But you decided to go to college instead?” Laney asked.

“That was my plan, what I wanted. I didn’t start out thinking about design, but I knew I wanted to go to college. Dad was dead set against it, adamant that it was a waste of time, money, and energy that could be spent doing something ‘worthwhile’ like joining the family business.”

“So how did you end up in college if your dad more or less forbade it?”

Luke chuckled. “Again, we have my Uncle Sean to thank. He stood up for me, pressured my father to relent, and helped me get a few scholarships to help financially. Uncle Sean even suggested pursuing architectural studies.”

“Why did he suggest that?” Laney pressed.

“Well, math was always my best subject in school. My math grades helped me get those scholarships, and Uncle Sean reasoned that I could put those math skills to a practical use in something like engineering or architecture, something I could use in construction after I graduated. I settled on design, which caught my interest. Begrudgingly, my father agreed and I was able to get my degree.”

Laney nodded, but furrowed her brow slightly. “But after you graduated, you didn’t end up working for or with your father?”

Luke smiled and shook his head. “I did not. My father and I had a falling out during my third year in college. At my Uncle Sean’s funeral.”

Laney gasped. “Oh, I am so sorry.”

Damian held Luke’s hand as the redheaded host took a deep breath. “It’s okay. He’d been sick for a few years, so it wasn’t a surprise, necessarily. And you know funerals, they have a nasty habit of bringing out the worst in people. My father demanded that I drop out of school and join the construction business. I refused. We argued. I accidentally came out during the argument…”

Another gasp. “How did that happen?”

“My dad told me it was time to grow up and act like a real man, step up and take responsibility, and other nonsense. I punched him and he hit the floor. I stood over him and said, ‘I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be and I’m a fa-’... well, a gay man! Needless to say that I was not welcome at my father’s home or his business after that.”

“That’s just awful.” Laney sympathized.

“Well, it worked out, didn’t it?” Luke remarked. “I ended up meeting Damian in college, and we made our way out here to LA, and well, the rest is history!”

“We owe a lot to Uncle Sean, I suppose.” Laney considered, attempting to keep her interview from becoming too depressing.

“We do indeed. I can’t imagine my life without Luke or our show, or Crew.” Damian added, squeezing Luke’s hand. “It’s important to stop and reflect on life and how it works out. Count blessings and all that.”

“Well said!” Luke agreed. “Self-reflection is always a good idea!”

—--

Luke barged into the kitchen, still fuming. He tossed the dishes into the sink with such force that he almost broke the plate.

“Calmate!” Spark called out from the pantry, his face immediately going white when he saw Luke standing by the sink. “Master! I am so sorry. I thought you were- I didn’t mean-” Spark emerged from the pantry wearing his signature yellow apron, and had rolled up the sleeves on his shirt to show off his impressive arms.



Luke held up his hand. “No, no. It’s alright, Spark. You’re right, too. I need to calm down.” He walked up and kissed his happy slave. “I’m sorry for startling you.”

Spark blushed. “It’s alright, Master.” He looked down at Luke’s shirt, seeing the remains of his prepared breakfast staining the flannel. “What happened?”

“Our little thief is not very appreciative of our hospitality. He’ll enjoy the basic fare for now. I don’t want you wasting your efforts on someone who isn’t deserving.”

Spark nodded. “Of course, Master. I understand.”

“Thank you, Spark. Talking with you has already improved my mood. But, I’m distracting you from your work, and besides, I need to go get cleaned up.”

“Would you like something special for lunch? I can get started now…”

Luke placed a gentle hand over Spark’s mouth. “No thank you. Don’t have much of an appetite right now, and I don’t want to distract you further. But maybe dinner? If you don’t have anything else in mind.”

“Hmmm, Hmmmr!” Spark mumbled the affirmative into his handgag, making no effort to remove his Master’s hand or step back out of the gag. He was perfectly content to remain there.

Reluctantly, Luke released his Slave and made his way upstairs to his and Leaf’s room. Leaf was still outside tending to the landscape and his flowers, but the master bedroom was not empty.

Crest, wearing his simple white tank top and blue gym shorts, was walking out of the master bathroom. Having finished his clean up of the pool outside, Crest had spent most of the morning cleaning the bathrooms around the mansion, as evidenced by the bucket of cleaning supplies he was carrying.

Luke smiled, seeing that Crest had dutifully placed his black and blue collar back around his neck after completing his outside chores. Crest bowed slightly when he saw Master Luke enter the room, stopping when he saw his Master moving towards him.

Without saying a word, Luke took the bucket from his Slave and dropped it on the bedroom floor. He spied a new sponge still in its packaging at the top of the bucket and grabbed that, then hooked a finger through Crest’s collar ring, guiding him, first to the closet to collect some supplies, then into the bathroom that Crest had just finished cleaning.

Luke turned on the hot water, and while it was warming up, stripped both himself and Crest down to their birthday suits. He tightened leather cuffs around Crest’s wrists, connecting them together in front of his Slave using black ropes. He unwrapped and shoved the sponge into Crest’s mouth, then led him into the sizable walk-in shower.

The warm water did wonders to relax Luke’s tense muscles, but Crest’s perfect little ass was just the remedy he needed to relieve his stress. He grunted his frustrations into Crest, who took the thrusting with practiced ease. Luke was mindful not to be too rough on his diminutive Slave. Crest wouldn’t dare complain, but he was not as comfortable with pain compared to Spark and Haze.

And Luke didn’t want to hurt Crest. Crest hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d performed his duties excellently. Luke was mad at his bratty Thief in the basement, not his beautiful blue boi in front of him. It was a good reminder, something to ground him in the moment there in the shower.

After climaxing, Luke removed himself from Crest and nodded to the soap and shampoo. Crest hummed into the sponge and got to work cleaning his Master. Luke relished in the worship Crest performed, the gentle scrubbing of his muscles, the caressing of Luke’s physique, and massaging of his scalp. It was exactly what look needed to put the unpleasantness with Thief out of his mind.



After he and Crest were sufficiently cleaned, Luke shut off the water and guided his Slave to the center of the bathroom. Crest took a towel in his cuffed hands and began drying his Master. Afterwards, Luke positioned himself behind Crest and began toweling off his Slave. Crest had earned this small reward.

Luke watched himself and Crest in the mirror, enjoying the reflection, being able to see both the front and the back of his perfect little slave. He vigorously rubbed the towel over Crest’s head, drying the dark black hair, leaving it a disheveled mess of unkempt spikes and coifs. He looked amazing like that, fresh and clean, but also unkempt. Luke smiled.

Crest liked to present a groomed and pristine image whenever possible, and Luke loved to indulge that. But he also loved when he had the opportunity to make Crest the opposite. Messy hair, bright yellow sponge poking out of his mouth, manhandled by his Master, Luke couldn’t help but grab hold of that hair and hold Crest in place while he spread hickies up and down his Slave’s neck and shoulders.

Crest grumbled each time, forced to look at himself being marked again and again… Forced to watch himself…

That was it!

Luke quickly freed his Slave. “Sorry for making a mess in here, Crest. Clean it up and then take the rest of the day off. But you’re only allowed to wear your collar until dinnertime!”

Luke changed into a clean pair of jeans and tossed on another flannel, not bothering to button the shirt over his rippling torso.

—--

Luke stood in front of Thief’s cell, arms crossed, but smirking. He was enjoying the view of his shaved Slave, rendered near immoble in the bondage chair. Thief whimpered at him through the muzzle, but offered little fight or struggle.

The punishment seemed to be working. Luke wanted to make sure it stuck. He unlocked the cell and carried in a standing mirror. He’d collected it from one of the few unclaimed bedrooms. He positioned it in front of Tommy, forcing Tommy to look at himself square on, buzz cut, bondage belts, and all.

Luke stood behind his Thief and roughly gripped his shoulders. He leaned down to whisper into the Slave’s ear, growling. “Take a good, long look at yourself, Tommy-boi. Look at yourself now, who you are, and who you’re destined to become. Look at the punishment you earned for yourself. Think about what else can happen. When you’re ready, we’ll continue with your training. Until then, you won’t be leaving that chair.”

He didn’t wait for a response from Tommy. He locked the cell and ascended the stairs again, turning off all the other lights in the basement, except for the one in Tommy’s cell. A single spotlight, perfectly illuminating Tommy, his predicament, and his reflection.


He’d let Tommy-boi sit in there for a few days, before continuing on. Already, Luke was making mental plans on his newest Slave’s next bit of training, making a list of supplies and gear he wanted to use.

And a list of punishments to inflict when Tommy chose defiance. Luke wanted, needed, to be prepared no matter how his little Thief behaved.

[Socksbound]

Love the contrast between the established crew members diligently doing their chores, their perfect behaviour and the way the interaction with Luke and the complete opposite with Tommy. The wild stallion yet to be broken. Still defiant but soon to be tamed

Oh and I’ve changed my vote to Crest such a sweety

[DeeperThanRed]

I appreciate this tidbit about Luke's past. It reveals a lot about why he's so protective of his little family.

Also, Crest's section is a new favorite of mine. I loved how Luke snatched him from his daily duties to "save some water," then left him naked... but still made a point to go along with his preferences. He's the Goldilocks Zone of doms!

[blackbound]

Good of Luke not to take his anger out unreasonably on his boys. And I love the mirror idea.

[Guardianbound]

Luke surprising his slaves with handgag and a pounding in the shower was hot. Interesting idea with the mirrors, wonder if it will work.

[KidnappedCowboy]

I don't know. Luke has anger management issues. He surely must be used to resistance from members of his Crew, when they are first "hired." Why such anger (and it is anger) directed at the already well-disciplined members of the Crew only because of the fight left in Thief?

Does Thief remind Luke of something or someone in his past?

Or has the recent interview raised some unresolved feelings and issues for Luke?

And perhaps Luke himself needs disciplining to deal with and to channel his anger more productively.

[Volobond]

It's cute to see Luke switching it up, being sweet with his crew, and getting his ideas from his moments of clarity with them on how to deal with Thief!