Tyson unlaced his boots, sweat dripped from his head as he started to collect his shower things together.

"You ok buddy?" AJ asked, "Where's your little friend?"

Tyson glared at him, he growled quietly.

"I ain't your buddy!" Tyson stated, "And if you mean Jay…"

Just then, Tyson's cell phone started ringing.

"Yeah, what?" He snapped.

"Is that anyway to speak too me?" the familiar voice said, "You alone?"

"No" Tyson replied quietly.

"Well I am" He chuckled, "Alone, naked…HARD."

"Stop!!" Tyson hissed.

"Now according to my watch…"He continued, "You are meant to be mine…"

"I'm sorry; things are kinda running late here…" Tyson stated, "I am just gonna grab a shower and…"

"NO!!" He snapped, "You are mine now…get dressed and get your ass here!"

"But…I wanna …" Tyson protested.

"This is not a very good start, is it Travis?" He said, disappointed, "Maybe I made a mistake, maybe you DON'T want this as much as I thought you did."

Tyson glanced up at AJ, who was watching him intently.

"I'm sorry…" Tyson sighed.

AJ laughed at Tyson's obvious embarrassment.

"Who is that? Who is there with you?"

"AJ" Tyson replied.

"Give him your phone," He ordered

Tyson frowned, but did what he had been told. This time, HE watched in amusement as he watched AJ answer his phone…then his face dropped.

"I'm sorry…I didn't know it was you, master" AJ stammered before thrusting the phone back at Tyson. He grabbed his bag and almost fell over in his haste to get out of the locker room.

"What did you say to him?" Tyson laughed.

"Now that would be telling" He chuckled, "Now get your ass here ASAP, coz, my cock ain't gonna suck itself, now is it?"

Now it was Tyson who was falling over himself to get out of the locker room…

When Tyson arrived, it was bout 3am and the house was in complete darkness, Sean was asleep for sure. After securing his motor bike in the garage, he made his way into the house. He silently made his way through to the lounge, and nearly jumped a mile when Sean flicked on the lamp!!

"Jesus Christ, Sean!!" Tyson exclaimed, "Man, you damn near gave me a heart attack."

Sean chuckled.

"How long you been sat here in the dark?" Tyson asked.

"A while" Sean replied, as he lit a cigarette.

"Well, I'm here…and I stink!" Tyson cringed, "NOW can I go for a shower?"

Sean finished his cigarette, stubbed it out and got to his feet; Tyson felt his legs go weak.

"I'm glad you came," Sean said, as he ran his hand around the back off Ty's shaved head, cradling it.

Tyson couldn't help but whimper as Sean kissed him, slipping his tongue between his lips into his mouth.

Normally, Tyson would rather cut his own tongue out before he kissed a smoker, but this was Sean, and he was different.

He had the ability to tap into Tyson, into his core, into his soul.

He knew things about Tyson's desires that no one else knew.

And Tyson loved it, loved knowing that, with Sean, he could let go.

"Mmm, maybe you SHOULD go shower," Sean said. "You smell kinda stale."

"I did try and warn you" Tyson chuckled.

"Before you go…" Sean said, "Do you have something you wanna show me?"

Tyson turned and lifted the back of his shirt, there right on the base of his back were the letters P O S O H.

"OK?" Sean frowned, "Explain"

"Tell you what…" Tyson smirked "you figure it out whilst I take that shower."

Tyson grabbed his bag and headed upstairs for that much needed shower…

As the hot jet of water from the shower flowed over his head and down his naked body, Tyson let out a loud groan, loud enough for Sean to hear in the adjoining bedroom.

Sean let out a quiet groan of his own, his body already starting to respond to Tyson's presence.

"Don't be long in there," He called as he climbed into bed. "It is late and we got a long day of training tomorrow."

Tyson couldn't help but grin as he hastened his grooming. As much as he got off on pain, the idea of serving someone always appealed too. Serving the person that gave him his pain would be like a dream come true.

He turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before going through to the bedroom.

"So, you figured it out yet?" Tyson asked as he took the towel from around his waist and wiped away the drops of water that still rested atop his head.

"No," Sean pouted, with his arms folded across his chest.

"What do you want me to do?" Ty asked as he went back through to the bathroom to put the towel in the laundry hamper, "Where am I sleeping?"

"In here," Sean smiled. "You know that."

Tyson chuckled.

"Kiss me and tell me," Sean said.

"Tell you what?" Tyson chuckled.

"Don't make me go fetch your collar NOW," Sean said firmly. "Now, CRAWL and tell me what that tattoo means!"

Crawling onto him, Ty lay a heavy kiss on Sean's belly button; he could've sworn he heard a shaky sigh escape Sean's lips.

"Well, y'see…" Tyson started, planting another kiss, "I thought long and hard about what to get."

This time there was a definite heavy sigh as Tyson started to kiss over his huge muscular chest.

"It had to be something personal…" Ty whispered, as he reached down between them and gripped Sean's hardening cock, "Something private, for us."

"Tell me?" Sean gasped as he felt Ty's lips brush over his neck, his cock now rock hard in Tyson's hand. He ran his hand lightly over Ty's head, then down his neck too his tattooed shoulders.

"You wanna know?" Tyson whispered as he stared deep into Sean's eyes

Sean nodded

"It means…Property Of Sean O Haire…POSOH" Tyson smiled.

Sean let out a loud growl before Tyson kissed him heavily, plunging his tongue deep into Sean's mouth. It was a kiss that was full of passion, both men fighting to get control. Sean wrapped his legs around Ty and with a strong shift of his hips, rolled them both over so that Tyson was on his back.

"So, you're my property?" Sean grinned down at Tyson, "I like the sound of that."

Tyson's eyes slipped shut as he felt Sean reach down between them and curl his fingers around his hardening shaft; he chewed hard on his bottom lip, much to Sean's amusement.

"You like my fingers round your cock, don't you?" Sean smiled as he set a steady pace, pumping rhythmically, "Or do you prefer…my tight ass?"

Tyson whimpered loudly, pre cum leaked from his aching cock onto Sean's fingers, his hips bucked involuntary.

"Mmmm, my ass, I guess," Sean smiled.

Dipping his fingers into his mouth, Sean reached behind himself and slid his fingers into his ass, groaning as he gave himself a quick stretch before backing onto Tyson's rock hard shaft.

Tyson gasped as he felt his cock slip completely into Sean, he kept his eyes tight shut and just tried to focus on not shooting his load straight away.

Grabbing for Sean's hips, he bucked up into him, holding him firmly as they caught each others rhythm.

"Fuck me harder, Travis…" Sean groaned as he rode his lover, "Fuck me harder…and deeper."

Ty hated being called by his real name, but for a reason god alone knew, when Sean called him Travis, it made him want him more.

Holding his hips harder, he thrust up into him faster.

Sean reached down for his own neglected cock and furiously pumped it, the sight of this made Tyson pick up his pace.

"Do you want my ass, Travis?" Sean gasped

"I LOVE your ass!!!" Tyson growled, "Move!"

Sean glanced down at Tyson, and decided not to question the order. He moved onto the bed, on his hands and knees.

Before Sean had a chance to voice his displeasure at being TOLD what to do, Tyson was behind him, thrusting his cock hard back into him.

Gripping his ass, Tyson pounded him, well and truly! He was like a machine, he never missed a beat.

"Oh….fuck…!" Sean hissed minutes later

Tyson sped up his thrusting, skin hit skin hard and Sean cried out noisily when his orgasm hit.

Ty wasn't stopping!

Sean sobbed as he buried his head in the pillows, his body throbbed, he trembled uncontrollably. Tyson slowed his thrusting right down, and treated Sean to slow, deliberate thrusts, getting as deep as he possibly could…..

Tyson lay, spent and fighting for breath, sweat pouring from every pore in his body. Sean lay next to him; face still buried in his pillow, laughing like a madman!!

"Who THE HELL taught you to do THAT?" Sean asked, as he slowly lifted his head and looked over at Tyson.

Tyson chuckled

"I need a drink…something ice cold," Sean said as he shakily got out of bed. "Do you fancy anything?"

"You," Tyson replied quietly

"Well I know that!" Sean laughed, "Proves you have great taste, I meant, do you fancy a drink?"

"Water," Tyson replied as he too climbed out of bed, "Going for a shower."

When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wet from his shower, Sean was back in bed.

"Here ya go," He said, tossing a bottle of water at him.

"Cheers," Ty sighed, twisting the top off and drinking it straight back," So, what time are we starting in the morning."

Sean glanced at the clock next to his bed.

"After the performance you have just put on, I think you deserve a lay in," Sean smiled, "Your collar will be in the kitchen for you at midday."

Tyson climbed back into bed and let out a surprisingly loud yawn, he snuggled down next to Sean.

"I'll see you at lunch time," Tyson yawned again

Before Sean even had a chance to answer him, he was asleep, snoring quietly. Sean smiled to himself and soon drifted off into his own bliss of sleep….