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Rhys wished he could lie in this bed of clouds forever. A groan slipping from his lips as he began waking up, his face scrunching at the bright light coming from… from where? He didn't sleep with his lights on and the "apartment" ( being trapped on a floating office ship they were closer to living quarters, but could he just pretend its apartments? ) window he had only showed distant stars.

He attempted to adjust his ECHOeye to the light only to his in pain, his head pounding against his skull. The light shinning in his face only made the throbbing pain worse. He pushed himself to sit up only to slump back down onto the soft mattress, his entire body suddenly made of lead.

What the hell did he do last night?

He didn't go out partying with Yvett and Vaughn, that would require taking a break from the project he had been working on and with that promotion just around the corner? He couldn't. Not, if he didn't want to lose to Vasquez. That conceited bastard had been trying to undermined him for months, looking for one little slip up. Any day now, Henderson would announce the new department lead and he couldn't let himself slip up. So, he spent the night reorganizing files. And… then the details quickly became fuzzy.

Fuck

He tried to sit up again, his vision finally adjusting to the light and… this… this wasn't his room.

Firstly, there was a giant wall with a gorgeous view of Elpis. The crater glowing in the distance and doing a hella of a job of holding Rhys' attention. The rest of the room had a dresser, a weird line running through the entire wall then out the door, and was sparsely decorated. When compared to his apartment? Sure, most would consider wall to wall photos of Handsome Jack obsessive. He saw it as ambitious, if he wished to become a CEO he needed to stare in the face of his favorite one. It's motivational, obsession would involve keeping track of his schedule. Obviously.

Secondly, he never slept with a chain on his ankle. Though, he only noticed this when he started crawling off the mattress to scan the large moon. Only for a loud thud to drag his attention to the metal laying on the floor and wow, Elpis beauty really couldn't over ride reality huh? His eyes followed up to where it connected to a spot on the wall, resting against the odd grey line.

A vague conversation he had during a department review from a few weeks ago drifted into his mind.

"You know, pumpkin. I distinctively recall telling you to throw out those pants of yours" Jack said, slapping Rhys' ass. The ceo had done this despite the fact Rhys was in the middle of explaining enhancements his department had planned out. He had tensed up at the gesture, his eyes darting from the other members of his team ( mostly Vasquez's scrutinizing gaze ) to the legend himself. Still keeping his hand against his ass.

"Can't pay attention to half the shit your saying with this taunting my face." His cheeks flushed at the slight squeeze Jack gave before pulling away.

Any other company would've considered this workplace harassment. Any other person would've immediately shrunk under his gaze. Any normal person would've not done what he had.

Rhys stared Jack in the face, a slight gleam in his eye and seeming to forget the audience they had.

"Then let me finish so I can sit down, sir" His voice had been unusually levelled and a few of his coworkers inhaled in surprise. A majority of them would never dare say something so direct to Handsome Jack himself. Normally, Rhys wouldn't either but he had worked hard on this project! Also, people have definitely said a lot worse to Jack's face.

Jack however let a large grin spread across his face.

"Alright kiddo, but you're accountable for anything that happens if I see those fucking pants again"

That had been it.

A few days of talk about how Rhys has tougher balls than previously considered, Vasquez insinuating that Rhys had to fuck his way into Hyperion and few illicit offers were all that resulted of the encounter.

So then?

"Hey kiddo, you're finally awake. Thought the drug they slipped into your coffee killed you for a minute" An unmistakably familiar voice teased from behind. He felt the mattress dip and tensed as warm arms wrapped around him. Wrapped is a gentler term than he should've used. He wasn't embraced in the way a lover was, Rhys knew how that felt between his various lovers on Pandora. This tight squeeze of his chest? He knew this was about control.

And holy shit did this exceed every fantasy he ever had about Handsome Jack.

Drugging him to get into his bed? a bit more over the top then he had imaged but shit if he wasn't already getting turned on.

"Yeah, uh… morning sir? I don't… why am I here?" Great job, Rhys! Too starstruck to form a coherent sentence. Yet, Jack only laughed and moved his hand down to rub the growing tent in Rhys' pants. His head arching back as he let out a moan, only to see Jack looking down at him with amusement.

"Accountability. Should've gotten ride of these pants, Rhysie~" He murmured in his ear. When the hell did Jack see him in these? He didn't see the man all day yesterday. He let out another breathy moan, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as Jack slipped his hand into his pants. He bucked his hips up, earning another laugh from his boss.

"H-How?" He stammered out, his normal eye hazy and the gold light of the echo a bit dimmer than normal.

"Use that massive fucking brain of yours, pumpkin. How could I, the CEO and genuis of Hyperion, know at you were wearing these damn pants again? You're obviously not brain dead from those pills I had those nerds down in pharma make" He rubbed the tip of Rhys cock, making him grind into Jack's palm. He tried piecing together the answers, struggling between the pure pleasure that coursed through his body.

He wanted more, but knew Jack had to be holding back and waiting. Patiently waiting for his answer, would he be rewarded? His ECHOeye lazily scanned the room and he let out a pathetic whimper of a laugh. Of course! Of course, Jack would have eyes everywhere.

"Camera… you were watching me?" He asked, feeling Jack's hand begin to rub his cock harder as he placed his lips against Rhys' ear. He let out a deep chuckle and that had been enough to push him closer to the edge.

"Not just a hot piece of ass, huh? Bit of an obsessive fan boy with all those pictures of me up in your place" He breathed and Rhys let out a pathetic whine, his toes curling. He tried to form a response, but the pure attention being shown to his cock had left him only able to sing Jack's praises. The rugged hands rubbing his shafted in a quick motion, his face flushed against Jack's.

A single lick of his earlobe is what finally sent him over the edge as he felt his back arch up and a debauched moan left his lips. His breathing unsteady while falling back against the soft bed as Jack already slipped out from behind him and had begun licking the mess Rhys left on him. That made him squirm too, what the fuck is wrong with him?

His breathing began to even out as thoughts swarmed his sluggish yet enlightened mind. His brain still recovering from the fog of whatever drug Jack had administered to him. Drug? Why would he be drugged? He's Handsome Jack! Yeah, it sounded hot when he was in the middle of an orgasm. Was it really though? He woke up and didn't even try to fight off-

THE POSTERS. JACK KNOWS ABOUT HIS POSTERS.

The realization hit him like a space shuttle, his hand going over his face as he burned a deep red. Handsome Jack just jacked him off ( haha ) and had been spying on him? He slowly sat up and moved his fingers apart to peak at the CEO. The asshole had a smug smirk on his face, whatever at least they could talk for now.

"… um…so… why the chain?" He asked, lifting his right foot up. He regretted asking immediately as Jack's look darkened but that smile never vanished. Sure, catching the eye of a hot older ceo is a nice boost to ego but. but this all felt off? Too much for his fantasy, they were to be equals in the way he let it play out yet he didn't feel he had anymore power than before he woke up. In fact, it was like he lost power.

Why did Jack chain him up? Why did he rub him off first thing in the morning? Why did he pester him with questions? why wasn't he unchaining him?

His hands slowly fell from his face, his brow furrowing and both eyes focused on that mask Jack wore. The one that hid the real him. The one that currently had placed a careful foot on the chain.

"Oh kitten, did you not see it runs along the wall? You're not trapped in bed like some fucking damsel" He said with a laugh, but… that smile felt predatory. As if Jack finally collected another precious toy, but… ha, he woul- How could he claim he wouldn't? this is the same man who slaughtered an entire department for missing their deadline by 30 seconds.

The same man that livestreams the differences between choking and strangling as he killed a would be assassin with his bare hands. The same man that thought a good way to end parties was to send warning shots in the air.

Where was this brain when he was busy getting a fucking hand job by the psychopath? He did still feel physically heavy, but now all that weight centered around the band on his ankle.

"… Okay, but I do have meetings to attend?"

"Cleared your schedule," he waved off Rhys, looking a bit more annoyed.

"My friends?!"

"Told them to fuck off" That made Rhys eyes widen, fear shooting straight through him while staring up at Jack. He tried to do the impossible, to read where his mind was going only to find a dark void staring back in those depths. What had Rhys tempted?

"What?! Why??" He snapped, only to suddenly have his face grabbed and pulled forward. His chest pounding, his pants still damp from only just a sweet moment that now quickly became unimaginably sour.

"As I said: Accountability"

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Restrictive Electro Magnetic Anklet, or the REMA chain, had originally been designed for correctional facility medical use on Eden-3. According to the spec notes that Rhys had pulled up on his ECHOeye, REMA allowed those with severe health issues that had committed non-violent offenses to continue seeking treatment while serving time.

A chain designed to aide those incarcerated.

The irony was not lost on Rhys as he moved the sweatpants he found in the drawer slowly down the chain. This required him slipping the right pant leg over the small floating magnet. There was enough space between the wall and metal keeping him restrained to allow him to remove his own pants. He found the entire process to be humiliating, a laugh having left his lips the first time Jack told him to change.

Jack.

Despite the discussion occurring a few days ago, he could still feel Jack's fingers digging into his jaw. He resisted the urge to brush his fingers along the bruised skin. The dull pain radiating if he merely yawned. A reminder of the danger posed if he attempted to resist this new position he had been promoted to.

"Rhysie, you have no idea how long I've been watching you" Jack breathed against the shell of his ear, his thumb caressing Rhys' jawline. Nothing felt real, not since he woke up. Part of him believed he was still dreaming. That the last week spent upgrading security protocols and clearing out any noticeable vulnerabilities had lead his mind to craft an insane power fantasy.

Anyone could puzzle out the symbolism with ease: Jack, as the CEO of Hyperion and a ridiculous crush, represented his desire for power. The drugging and unsolicited hand job were the length Rhys had been willing to abuse himself to achieve it. The chain? Obviously a link to how dedicated to Hyperion he is. That work had even become a prison he willingly stepped into. The only chance he will ever witness the beauty of Elpis behind a glass pane.

Only odd part is he never had a lucid dream before now, but that could also be due to stress. Or…

He needed to run some tests, play along with the fantasy until he could force himself to wake up

"Why me?" He asked, his gaze lingured on Jack and his heart fluttered. How could he ever doubt this man for having a heart when he looked at him like that? He knew his cheeks were a bright red with how fast his heart pounded in his chest. Plus Jack's smirk? He could scream. His mind crafted his features perfectly.

"Since day one you decided to have a bit of a bite to you. Still 'yes sired' like the rest of these sniveling cunts, but with attitude." He chuckled, moving his calloused fingers along Rhys hot skin and caressing the soft flush. "Normally, that would've been enough for me to shoot any other smartass dead, but you had more value alive. So, kept you in my radar in case I needed to kill you. Found out, you're only mostly boring to watch"

Mostly boring?

"Am I supposed to feel flattered? because I'm mostly insulted" He muttered, brows furrowed and a pout on his face. That earned a genuine laugh from the CEO and checked off a point in the dream category.

"You've got fire, pumpkin. Saying shit like that when I could crush your windpipe between my fingers and watch you silently plead for mercy you won't receive is hot." He began roughly biting down on the senstive skin along Rhys' neck, enticing soft whimpers from him.

"So… you want to kill me? or f-fuck me?" He moaned out and those hands returned to his jaw, squeezing tight. Too tight. The force of his grip dug under Rhys' skin into his muscle. He tried to pull away, but his face was forced to stare up at Jack. Those eyes filled with a chilling madness bore into Rhys' gaze.

"I want to break you, I want you to forget you ever had a life without me. How far will you go for Handsome Fucking Jack, Rhysie?"

A nightmare would've been a better way to describe the encounter, but he couldn't deny the soft bruises coating his neck were a nice reminder of benefits he receives from an encounter with Jack. The man definitely sleeps around, but he doubts he ever kept a paramour in his home before him.

That's what made Rhys special!

What other Hyperion employee caught Handsome Jack's attention? None the he knew of. Even Vasquez couldn't imagine the new view Rhys gets in this position. A view of Elpis and exclusive access to Handsome Jack himself. Everyone would be jealous. He bet Yvette and Vaughn would be bragging if they knew… or deeply concerned, Jack did have a reputation.

Neither of them had reached out to him and over the last few days it morphed into a mildly distressing topic he could no longer dismiss. His whole day spent just wondering about his best friends in the universe.

What did Jack say or do to keep Yvette and Vaughn from reaching out. Even his own attempts to communicate through the ECHOnet in his eye were actively being obstructed. His friends could've already reached out and he would have no real way of knowing… unless?

One of the rooms Rhys had access to contained a computer he had seen Jack use a couple times while here. Which meant it had to have some level of access to the outside world. With his sweatpants on and Jack having informed him he would be away on a business trip the next 26 hours; he could easily send a message that he is safe and deal with the fallout he may receive from Jack later. His friends deserved to know that he hadn't been ejected out an airlock nor that Vasquez won the promotion for no reason.

Plus, graduating at the top of his computer engineering class and having grown up on Pandora meant he could easily bypass any security measures Jack placed on the computer. He fucking worked for Hyperion Cybersecurity, he knew the weaknesses in the infrastructure.

Before treking down to office Rhys glanced at the view of Elpis. He found the view to be a grounding reminder that a whole universe still existed no matter what happened within the walls of Hyperion. There were millions of stars and galaxies waiting for him. After one last lingering gaze he then began dragging himself down the hall. The carpet had a yellow and black hexagon pattern and the grey walls were mostly plain if you didn't consider extravegant portraits of Jack to be intriguing decor. Which Rhys did! Of course he did, he would never find a painting of Jack wearing a crown obnoxious and self grandizing. Just a charming yet accurate representation of the Hyperion CEO.

Of course!

However, he didn't need to get into a critique of the portraits today. He had a goal to accomplish and then maybe some avocado toast with tomato soup for dinner. Another benefit of the promotion was the access to any dish he wanted in the universe. The most expensive and appetizing meals he could ever desire sent straight to him with a press of the button. Yet the last few day he couldn't seem to escape craving an old reliable that Yvette and him shared.

Whenever he or Vaughn were sick, Yvette would take time out of her day to make a pot of tomato soup. If they were able to digest anything else, she would have a side of toaste with freshly made avocado spread. A meal her mother taught her on Eden-5, one of the last connections she still had to her family.

And it tasted amazing every time.

He wondered if she had been okay the last few days? or did she move on already? Then there is the question of Vaughn vs Rhys' sock collection. His beautiful funky pairs were probably long gone already or maybe Vaughn had left them be out of respect.

He hoped for the latter.

Vaughn had tried to convince him to go drinking the night he got kidn- Promoted! The night he got promoted, but Rhys had turned him down. He wish he went, maybe they could've been laughing at Vasquez failing to pick up another woman or even spent the night gaming until they passed out.

At least it w would've been one more day with his best friend.

The office was fortunatly unlocked and had few plants scattered about with a couple more EXCELLENT! FLAWLESS! ICONIC! portraits of Jack and his various projects. The desktop was covered in sticky notes ranging from vague string of numbers to reminders of who needed to be executed next. Jack must really trust him if such information was left easily accessible.

He sat down at the chair and froze for a minute, staring into the webcam. Would he punished? Jack never explicitly stated he couldn't utilize the computer. The only implication that he had any limitations were with his ECHOeye, but that could be a concern of wanting to keep track of Rhys messages and verify he wouldn't be revealing any of Jack's personal information. Plus, him and Jack could have a discussion on boundaries when he returns.

Rhys booted up the computer, surprised by the lack of a login screen. This is really easy… too easy. Was this a test? His hand hovering over the mouse and eyes darting to the webcam again. There's a possibility he was still being watched, even now. Should? Should he really be doing this? A lump began to form in his throat, the cursor on the screen wavering with his hands. He didn't know, but maybe he should trust that Jack didn't seem to mind.

He ended up opening an incognito tab in the browser anyways. Yes, it didn't really do anything but he didn't want to risk logging out of any of Jack's personal information. He eventually got signed into his email. While messaging would be more effective overall, he wouldn't have to hope for a response or stay on much longer with a simple email.

Plus, he didn't want Jack to know his login for everything. The password to his email was completely different to the one used for the private ECHOnet. He began typing in Vaughn and Yvette's email addresses, his hands shaking the entire time.

Hey guys,

Good News! I'm not dead ( so don't steal the sock collection, Vaughn ) and I've also been promoted?? Not sure, but this is currently a super secret position so can't really share too many deets! Really though, I am safe and I hope to see you both soon. Lunch is really not the same without my two work besties!!

I also can't talk often, so I'll reply when I can!

Stay Safe,

Rhys

He read it over to quickly correct any typos caused by his unsteady hands. For a moment, he hesitated over the send button. Nothing had happened the entire time he had been online. Even merely entering the room had been safe. He'll be fine! Without allowing himself to over think it, he clicked the send button then closed out the browser and quickly shut down the computer. He didn't want to spend amymore time on it, his heart had been pounding in his ears the entire time he wrote the email. He did it though and now to celebrate!

He scrambled out of the chair and made his way to the kitchen, maybe he could try finding a way to check for a response next week? There's the possibility this room could be inaccessible for him and he'll be left unaware if the responded back. Would they? They had to have been trying, but any attempt to do more than research on the ECHOnet lead to errors.

Why didn't Jack want him communicating with his friends? Did the CEO fear that Rhys would leak company secrets or was it related to a form of Jealousy?

Either way, he didn't want to linger on those thoughts for to long as they would lead him to spiral. He needed food and he doubted Jack would be that pissed at him.

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Notification: Presence detected in Jack's Office.

What are you doing, Rhysie?

Notification: Jack's Office Computer accessed by unregistered user

Jack's brows furrowed at that notification. Did the idiot want to be killed? He swore that deer in headlights look Rhys constantly had meant Jack could handle a few bullshit meetings. Surprise. Surprise. Rhys had to be a fucking disappointment like everyone else in his shitty company.

Exhibit B was the reason he even came down to Elpis.

He looked at the guy blathering on about shareholder values and expectations for the company's growth as if Jack didn't know the difference between a green line and skag shit. No reason for him to remain on Elpis if the mining mission is still on schedule, but the fucker wanted to show off to his friends about what strings he could pull.

One that would put a few rounds in someone's head.

He pulled his gun out and fired a warning shot at the white board behind … What was the dipshit's name? Started with a D??? Whatever, bastard is named Derek now. The other three losers flinched back and Derek stared at him as if he shat his pants.

Would be hilarious if he did, but currently he's dealing with something time sensitive.

"Derek, why the fuck am I still here if it's about reports?" Jack asked, pushing himself out his chair and twirling his gun. He could feel their eyes on him, even from mere pathetic fear these dumbasses still worshipped the ground he walked on.

"M-My name is actually Andr-" Derek started and another shot was placed near the white board.

"Don't care and didn't fucking ask. Answer my question or the next bullet is going in that fugly skull of yours" He said keeping the weapon pointed at the brunette's acne filled forehead.

Notification: An unauthorized message has been sent on Jack's Office Computer

"W-We believe we found another Vault Key!" Oh?! That got Jack's attention long enough to lower the weapon. Derek showed a holographic 3d map of Elpis. An oddly shaped red object detected in one of mines deeper in the moon. The image shifted to a live feed of Loaderbots carefully scraping around the grey and red pattern.

Well, well. Derek gets to live another fucking day! He holstered the weapon, switching the feeds and let out a low chuckle.

"Fucking hell, I knew you had something up that tacky ass sleeve of yours." He slapped Derek on the should, the kid yelped. Man, the poor kid is still shaking.

"You had once told us nothing else matter and so I felt this would be a understandable reason for you to visit" Derek's voice wavered. Jack did have to hand it to him, he was correct.

"You got that right. Send it to my office once its excavated, I have shit I need to deal with on Hyperion. We'll have a virtual meeting in two weeks to plan the next site for excavation" He said, taking a step back to smile at the group then walking out the office.

Finally, another Vault Key to add to his collection. Speaking of collections, he pulled up the live feed of his office through his ECHOeye while waking back to one of the space shuttles. He could see Rhys taking a deep breath, the way his lips parted slowly and the soft arch of his neck that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. He couldn't completely lower Rhys' to the rest of the assholes aboard Helios, not with a body like that.

Yet, wasn't difficult to piece together that the kid had reached out to his friends. A harmless email when reading it over, but the flagrant disrespect for Jack's property would not be easily dismissed. Rhys should've know better, if he really wanted to see those snotty friends of his then he should've fucking asked. Jack would've scheduled a visitation and given him bullshit reasons that weren't. Yeah, Handsome Jack wanted me to be his fuck toy.

Did he care if that reason got around? No, but he did care if it made Rhys an easy target. His property, he didn't want anyone else near him. Why? Ha, Obviously…. He didn't want to spend time finding another.

This is why he never had a pet before, would be easier to kill the bastard than train them. Yet, would be more of a waste to lose Rhys over something so easy to remind him of. A little torture should keep him from pulling a stunt like that again.

"Handsome Jack, sir! You're back early?" A nasally voice spoke at him and he ended up closing the screen to look at Peggy, still shaking in her heels yet standing by the shuttle ready to escort him back to the station. She was his third assistant in a month and fucking lucky that she knew when to keep her mouth shut unlike the others.

"No, I fucking died and I'm here to have you host the funeral" He rolled his eyes, stepping into the leather passenger seat of the shuttle as she stammered an apology and began boarding the driver's side. His eyes locked onto Helios Station and ruminations began. He had yet to even claim Rhys. He wanted to pin the man against the wall of his office and hear those pathetic moans from him as Jack pounds his cock in that tight ass of his. He looked like a virgin, he could take it and fuck him raw… sounded more like a reward outside of the pain.

The nerds down in robotics invented a shock collar for people. Still experimental, he didn't want to fry Rhys' mind. The intelligence he had would be useful in the future. As the shuttle took off another thought crossed his mind, he could see about a humiliation punishment. Record himself fucking Rhys while his pet was drugged out his mind, make him watch back the footage once sober? Oh, he could picture the flush on his cheeks. Plus, didn't need to worry about asking the kid to fuck.

They had an agreement, plus Rhys had all those posters of him. They both want each other, Rhys just needed some conveniencing.

Get him high enough and he'll do anything for his damn hero, even make porn for all of Hyperion to watch. He just needed a different drug from the one administered to Rhys the first time, he wanted him aware and needy not half-asleep. He opened up his ECHOeye, scrolling through recent drug trials performed on Bandits. Drug that melts internal organs. Eridum based drug that induces hallucinations and violent tendencies.

Where the fuck were his whore of researchers at? Did his company seriously only employee violent prudes? He should really add How many times have you had sex? to future job applications.

Oh… interesting.

EDUM. A combination of Eridum liquid mixed with gingsen tea and blueberries. Created similar hallucinations but often lead to subjects masturbating out of need for some form of sexual relief. A small dose lasted roughly three hours, just prepare it like normal tea.

Thank the gods for at least one fucking freak in that department. He got a batch ordered, the rest of the flight spent on how he should broadcast their time together. Or? He could record it and lie about the broadcast, Rhys would be too high to know the difference. Plus, he really didn't want the world hearing the sweet sounds Jack would be forcing him to make.

Those would be reserved for the two of them alone.

Notification: Dinner has been sent to the Executive Suite

Good, let him eat. He should be landing in ten minutes and the elevator ride up would be another five. Rhys would be too focused on resting to realize the meeting had ended.

Another Vault Key, only problem being his only siren is stationed on Earth for her safety. Angel monitors the entire ECHOnet for any information necessary for his attention. Rhys hadn't been the only notifications he received from her, a couple about failed attempts to hack into Hyperion and a disgruntled employee threatening to kill him had popped up but those were routine. Yet, with her focused on this and the other Sirens he is aware of being Vault Hunters. He didn't have any other options.

Not unless he made one?

"Peggy, how many sirens can exist in the known universe?" He knew the answer, seven. He wasn't testing her, he just wanted to make a snarky comment. Did the laws of the universe really think they could stop him?

"Um… S-Six, sir" She muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The ship having slowed for docking, did a pilot need to concentrate? Probably, but Jack only hired the best after all so she should handle some light conversation.

"Six, that are born sirens. I bet I could force the universe to create another. What is the point of having the best researchers if we can't force science to bend to our will?" He could already picture it, creating an eighth Siren and born from the minds of Hyperion? That person would have to remain loyal to the company. A weapon that he could use.

The shuttle rocked on landing, but in a few moments he was hopping out and waving Peggy off. He first had to resolve his issue with Rhys, but he already began formatting an email for Research and Development to look into the Siren dna stored in the Hyperion New-U stations. If they can source out the genetic sequence required, then they could easily change someone's genetic code.

Notification: Shower Accessed

Oh Rhysie, the timing couldn't be perfect. Jack can waltz right in. The EDUM had already been delivered and he could easily make tea as his pet cleaned himself. He had a list of places to fuck him until the drug wore off. The island, couch and wall will help consummate their bond. He'll make Rhys pledge his loyalty while moaning his name. Then leave him rocking on his cock as he becomes sober, he could picture that shy look already.

The elevator dinged, the doors sliding open in his apartment. He could hear the shower running and see the white package on the table.

Jack knew he would be resting well tonight.