Chapter 10

A soft tap followed by two quick knocks brought Brock to reality. Specifically, the reality that he and Raven were lying nude on a table in a motel conference room. He immediately clambered off the table, snatching at his clothes.

Raven also got up and started getting dressed but at a much more relaxed pace. "Birdling, calm down. It's the Flock."

The words did not calm Brock. How would the others respond to him? He was much too aware of the evidence of sex dried on his body under his clothes and he could not help nervously glancing at the conference table as Raven unlocked and opened the door.

Unexpected jealousy flared inside him as the other men entered, each of them receiving a loving kiss and embrace. He felt even more awkward as the four men walked over to him and Billy immediately embraced him, pressing a quick kiss against Brock's lips before kneeling beside Scotty. The large blonde looked over at Raven nervously, unsure of how to react, especially as Scotty was stepping forward, reaching for him.

Raven's hazel gaze was soft and slightly amused. "Don't be shy, birdling. Greet your new family."

Before he could fully process the words, Scotty's arms were around him and soft lips met his in a short kiss. Stepping back, the raven- haired wrestler was immediately replaced by Hammer. Brock felt dizzy and confused and the Flock's casual attitude made it all the more surreal.

Raven held out a hand to Hammer who laid a heavy chain leash in the outstretched palm. Never breaking eye contact, Raven snapped the chain onto Brock's collar and tugged gently as he softly commanded, "Kneel." Brock quickly obeyed. "I know you're confused and unsure. This is all very new to you, isn't it?" The blonde nodded, focusing solely on Raven. "It's ok to feel that way. You will learn from Hammer. Listen to him and obey him. You'll do fine."

Brock reached up and grabbed Raven's wrist, eyes pleading. "But...I thought...I mean, you... What did I do wrong?" Feelings of abandonment almost overwhelmed him.

"Nothing. You haven't done anything wrong. This is not a punishment. Hammer is my trainer and he is excellent at his job. He will teach you everything you need to know and more." Brock was not comforted and did not understand what his new lover was telling him. His confusion must have been obvious as Raven bent to kiss him softly once more. "Don't try to figure it out right now. Just obey. It will become clear." Raven stood and motioned Hammer closer, handing over the chain leash.

Brock looked up at the other blonde man, studying him nervously. He was big, taller than Brock and muscular but leaner than Brock's own build. His straight blonde hair reached just below his shoulders, and hung over the left side of his face. Light eyes in a handsome face studied him back, seeming to see into Brock's soul, evaluating him. It made him very nervous because the light eyes gave no hint as to whether Hammer was disappointed or not.

"Scotty, did you get everything my Billy needed?" Raven wrapped an arm around Scotty's waist.

"Yes, master."

"Good. Then all we need is to get Brock's things and we're done for the day."

Brock tensed, the reality of what he had done hitting him like a brick. What would Zach do? Brock knew exactly what his lover...well, ex-lover now, would do. Zach was going to be furious and the small man was cruel when he was angry.

"Master, he's not ready." Hammer's voice was deep and even.

"I know, love. However, what choice do we have? Zach will know soon and will probably be vindictive enough to destroy whatever's still in the room."

"He'll destroy more than that if Brock faces him now. It's too soon." Hammer's tone was firm but respectful. Still, Brock waited for Raven to retaliate, grow angry at the disagreement.

Instead, the man tilted his head slightly in thought before nodding. "We'll drop you and the subs off at home and Scotty and I will go retrieve Brock's belongings."

Relief filled Brock at the idea of not having to face Zach again. However, he knew it was wrong. He should be there, be the one to tell Zach. "I'll go. He deserves to hear it from me."

"Address him as master." Hammer's voice was still low but fairly vibrated with authority.

"Master." The word was out before Brock realized it.

Raven's lips quirked in a small smile. "I don't care what he does or doesn't deserve. You belong to me and you will stay in the room while I deal with Zach. That is my will and you are to obey."

Brock opened his mouth to protest again but Hammer's fingers pressed against his lips in silent command reinforced by one word, "Enough." Once again, Brock responded unthinkingly to the firm authority in the low voice, quickly closing his mouth. Hammer nodded approvingly, murmuring, "Good," as his fingers trailed up Brock's jaw to softly stroke his scalp, startling the kneeling man. "Stand."

Brock immediately obeyed while Hammer carefully measure out the leash before looking at him again. "Follow me close enough to maintain this much slack in the leash. Understand?"

Brock nodded quickly. There was just something in Hammer's voice that did not brook argument, an understated but indisputable tone of authority.

Raven stepped over and ran a soft hand down Brock's arm. "Give me the key card." Raven smiled as Brock obeyed then walked toward the door and Scotty and Hammer turned to follow. Brock also immediately followed, nervous of the chain connecting him to the other blonde. Sparing a glance at Billy, he grew even more confused. The smaller man wore a collar and leash the same as Brock but he was not following Scotty the way Brock was following Hammer. Instead, he walked beside Scotty, cuddled against the larger man's side.

They arrived at their destination without seeing anyone, to Brock's relief. Hammer led him toward the back room before stopping and pointing to a spot next to the bedroom door. "Kneel there." Brock knelt.

Raven smiled approvingly as he bent and softly kissed him. "You're doing well, birdling." Fingers trailed over his face. "Very well."

Reveling in the praise, Brock was too dazed to be surprised when Scotty bent and kissed him softly before following Raven out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Hammer unhooked his leash and set it aside before doing the same for Billy who was kneeling beside Brock. The cruiserweight nuzzled at Hammers arm as the tall blonde worked and received soft pets in return.

Setting Billy's leash to the side, Hammer fixed them both with his light colored gaze. "Stay here and still." He waited for them both to nod before disappearing into the back room.

"Welcome to the Flock." Brock was startled by Billy's words and the small man giggled at his surprised expression.

"I..." Brock stopped unsure of himself.

"Don't worry. You can always talk to me," Billy smiled understandingly as he answered the unspoken worry. "Well, unless either of us is ordered to remain silent. But that almost never happens. Our master is nice that way."

"Our master?"

"Well, yeah, he's mine too." Billy's dark eyes widened. "Oh shit! I didn't think. You're just vanilla, aren't you?"

Brock blinked, once again confused by the unfamiliar terms. "Vanilla?"

"Yeah. It's sort of...umm..." Billy struggled to find a way to explain but was saved from having to do so by Hammer's return.

"Vanilla means plain as in usual and accepted. Billy means you have never been exposed to our little world, our lifestyle."

Brock could not hear any derision or condescension in the other man's voice but he was afraid to look up and make sure. His ignorance was embarrassing to him and he wondered when one of these men would tire of it as Zach had.

"Brock, stand." The large wrestler rose to his feet in one movement and Hammer softly caressed his neck. "Good. Follow me."

"Sir? Can I come?"

Hammer paused and looked back at Billy before answering. "Yes but you have to stay out of the way."

With a laugh, Billy ran ahead of them into the bathroom and hopped up onto the counter. There were several candles burning , filling the air with the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. A bath was ready and Hammer checked the temperature before turning to Brock. "Do you want help undressing?"

"What?"

"You address Scotty and myself as sir, Brock. Now, get undressed." Hammer's voice once again held that firm tone of command but Brock still hesitated, self-conscious. Hammer's face hardened in disapproval and his voice would have been the envy of any drill sergeant as he commanded, "Undress now!"

Brock was out of his shirt before he realized it and even Billy had jumped at the command. Laughing self-consciously, the small man smoothed his t-shirt back down having started to remove it at Hammer's sharp command.

Nervous but unwilling to tempt the blonde's wrath, Brock finished undressing.

"Get in the bath." Hammer's voice had returned to his usual low tones. There was not trace of harshness but Brock still did not waste any time complying, slipping quickly into the warm water. Hammer pulled off his mesh shirt and folded it before placing it on the counter next to Billy then did the same with Brock's discarded clothing. Pausing to kiss the small man reassuringly, before coming over to kneel next to the tub on a thick towel folded to cushion his knees. Taking a washcloth, he swirled it in the water and began to wash Brock's face and shoulders. "That's not so bad, is it?"

Brock swallowed nervously before answering, "No, sir."

Hammer nodded approvingly. "Good boy, you remembered."

Billy giggled. "Sir, do I get one next?"

Hammer did not pause gently washing the cum off Brock's chest as he answered, "You had one earlier."

"Want another one." Billy's laughing eyes made lie of his pouting tone.

"Be good, Billy." Hammer's tone was firm again but softened as he moved to sit on the edge of the tub. "You must have questions, Brock. You can ask me anything you want, just remember to call me sir."

Brock took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Raven said you're a trainer...uh...sir. What did he mean?"

"Refer to him as master, Brock." Hammer began to wash Brock's short hair. "To answer your question, it's a title and a job. I teach subs like you and Billy."

Brock relaxed under Hammer's touch. "I don't understand this. Any of it."

"Address me as sir. By taking that collar, Brock, you have become a sub, a submissive. Raven is your dominant, your master. Raven is the type of do who likes to have a household, a group of subs and/or switches. Switches are people who sometimes take a sub role and sometimes take a dom roll. They switch. In a household, subs are submissive to switches and everyone is submissive and obedient to the dom, the master. Understand so far?" Brock nodded, his eyes closing in enjoyment of Hammer's soft touch as he continued to bathe him. "In this household, Raven is dom and is addressed as master. Scotty and I are switches and are addressed as sir by subs. You and Billy are subs and addressed by your names. If you speak to a switch or dom that's not part of this household, use mister or ms."

"But, how will I know?"

"Sir."

"How will I know, sir?"

Hammer kissed his temple. "That comes with experience. Until then, you ask me. I'm here to teach you. Stand up."

Brock obeyed, blushing as he saw Billy looking him over with an admiring smile. "Nice body." Brock blushed even darker which set Billy into a giggling fit. "He's cute, sir."

Hammer nodded as he rinsed and began to dry Brock. "Yes, he is."

"Bet he tastes sweet." Billy ran his tongue over his lips and Brock felt himself harden at the arousing sight.

"So responsive." Hammer ran his fingers over Brock's hardening erection. "A good sign." Leaning forward, he sucked at the younger man's bottom lip, wrapping a hand around Brock's cock and bring him into full aching hardness in a few short strokes. Brock wrapped his arms around Hammer's shoulders, clinging to him for support as he felt his body tightening. Strong fingers tightened around the base of his cock, preventing his release. Hammer released his mouth and Brock stared up into light eyes that gave away nothing. "Very responsive but no control." Maintaining his grip, Hammer kissed his forehead as if in comfort. "I'll teach you the control. Now, take deep breathes." Brock stared up at him, whimpering in need, but Hammer simply shook his head. "I'm not going to let you cum. Just focus on your breathing. Breathe in, slowly. Good, now out. Slow and controlled, again."

With no other choice, Brock struggled to obey and soon felt his control returning, despite being horny as hell. Still, he was in control but confused. Why was Hammer doing this to him? The tall blonde did not seem angry and, though his grip on the base of Brock's cock was firm, it was not painful. Actually, he seemed to be offering comfort even as he caused Brock's current distress. Hammer's free hand rubbed his back soothingly as he allowed Brock to cling to him.

"Have you regained your control?" Brock nodded. "Can you maintain it if I let go." Brock nodded again though reluctantly. "Good. Very good." Hammer's hand slid down Brock's shaft, wiping the pre-cum off the tip. Holding his hand to the side, Hammer glanced at the other sub, "Wanna taste, Billy?"

The raven-haired man was immediately on his knees beside them. Drawing Hammer's hand to his mouth, Billy hungrily sucked on the fingers, carefully cleaning each one before licking at Hammer's palm.

The tall blonde's free hand took a hold of one of Brock's hands and moved it to cup him. The younger blonde stared up at the trainer as he felt Hammer's hard erection throbbing through the denim. "This is control, Brock. You are not a slave to your body. You are a slave to your master's desires." Billy had finished cleaning Hammer's hand but still sucked at the long fingers until the trainer ordered him to stand. Taking Brock's other hand, Hammer pressed it against Billy's jean covered arousal, making the small man shiver in delight and need. "Control. You come when you are told. Not before." Hammer placed a gentle kiss on Brock's lips then did the same to Billy. "Follow me."

Brock shivered as Hammer and Billy headed for the door. "I...I'm not..." He stopped as Hammer turned and raised an eyebrow in slight disapproval. "Sir," The disapproval vanished, "I'm not dressed."

"I know. Follow me." Brock blushed and shifted nervously, glancing at his clothes longingly. "You have a good body. Don't be ashamed of it. Now," Hammer's voice grew hard and demanding once more, "Follow me."

Brock immediately responded to the commanding tone and followed Hammer out into the bedroom, knowing he was blushing again, and keeping his eyes lowered.

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